It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?
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o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario. |
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[She seems to be content to let him continue on beyond that. What he has to say is sobering, at first, her sympathy clear in her eyes as she listens. (It wasn't just a castle, after all - she knows a thing or two about being cooped up in a mansion, too. Not bad places to stay in theory, but with starkly unpleasant limitations nevertheless, due to her situation.)]
[His expression, though - her head tilts as she studies it, as she listens on, and that makes all the difference. That's why she can say with a little humor, despite the softness of her voice,]
If that's what you call selfish, I'm almost afraid to hear what you think isn't. I'm much more selfish than you are, then, for taking you up on it. [But her lips curl up in a smile, and it only grows warmer as she adds,]
... Your friend - he's lucky to have you. It's... hard, going through something like that, but having someone else who cares about you makes all the difference. [And it does look like he cares. Despite not having any stake in the situation herself, she can't help being glad for them.]
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It's why he can say such things without any hint of embarrassment or shame, how he can smile brightly at someone he barely knows.]
Yup. And as your bodyguard for this journey, it'll be my duty to be the one to care about you.
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[That comment, though - her head tilts, a surprised breath of a laugh escaping her.]
I think it's a little different when it's actually your job, isn't it? But-- I'm very grateful. This is already turning out to be a better trip than I expected.
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[Wishful thinking, perhaps, considering the nature of their trip in the first place.]
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[She's quiet, briefly, then,]
Well, since I answered your question - does that mean I get to ask you one, too?
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I guess it's only fair. Ask away. I'll tell you whatever you want to know.
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Okay, then.
[Again she falls silent aside from the quiet, thoughtful hum.]
... What about where you're from? What's it like?
[Since they're on the subject.]
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[He takes a moment to think on it. It shouldn't be a hard question--honestly, if he looks at it objectively, it's quite simple.]
There's two major empires in this world: Kimlasca and Malkuth. I was born in Malkuth, but I found my way to Kimlasca after an old friend of mine took me in. [It's the barest of explanations, but it does the job. With some hesitance, he adds:] Hod was the name of my homeland, but it's long gone.
It was a nice island. I was about... five when I left? But I can still remember the smell of the sea and the cheerfulness of the town. Mother liked to take us down to the beach.
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Sounds like it might have been a good place to grow up. [If he'd had the chance, that is.] It kind of reminds me of somewhere I--... that I know of. [She falters; when she asks what's on her mind, it's carefully, uncertainty in her tone.] What do you mean... 'gone'?
[Almost immediately she rethinks it.] -- Sorry. You... don't have to answer that.
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[Once again, her apology is met with a shake of his head.] It's fine. The past should be the past. Anyway, Hod's demise is common knowledge around these parts. You would've figured it out if you stayed here long enough.
[The past is the past. That's how it should be, and that's how it should stay. Still, the subject bears a sting that's difficult to shrug off, even after he's committed himself to forgiveness.
People really can't change so easily.]
They called it the Hod War. [There's no change in his tone, no shift to denote his discomfort in talking about the topic. But he doesn't look at her as he does it.] It ended when the island was destroyed. Whatever's left of it is at the bottom of the ocean.
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... That's awful. There are-- a lot of places where I come from that have been destroyed, but not-- not that way.
[Not by what she can only assume is a large group of people. (It's easier when it's mindless monsters ruining things.)]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up.
[Again with the apologies - but she doesn't know what else to say. After all, she's never truly had a home to lose.]
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[It'd be a lie to say that thinking back on it didn't hurt. In regaining the status of nobility, he also gained a constant reminder of what'd been lost. But wasn't that how it was with the Fabres? With his relationship with Luke?
Which is why, when he turns her way, it's with a smile again, though it's not as bright as it was before. He's learned long ago that to live was to let go. It didn't mean that it still wasn't hard as hell to go through the steps to maintain it.]
I was pretty young back then. A lot of things have changed. I don't mind talking about it now.
Anyway, it's more important that we figure out what to we do next. Right?
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[She looks up at that smile in a particular sort of way she has, intent and focused and clear. Her gaze raises after a moment to his, and her eyes say that she does not believe him - that she does not believe he truly doesn't mind, that it isn't a burden - but then they're turning elsewhere again and she's putting on a smile of her own as she lets him get away with it.]
Right. The past is... the past. It's better to keep moving forward if you can - to not let your memories consume you. [Speaking of which, there's a fork in the path.] Which way?
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Nevertheless, he's glad that she's decided to let it go. Putting his hands on his hips, he regards the path.]
We shouldn't wander too far... hmm...
[After a moment's hesitation, he inclines his head to the right. It tapers around, leading to some sort of garden.]
How about that way?
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Sounds good.
[And looks good, too. She finds herself peering curiously at what she can see of the garden from there. The distraction, however, is one she makes an effort to temper quickly enough. She does after all have company, and no interesting sights are enough to make her forget that - which is why it's not long before she looks back at him.]
... I think it's your turn. If-- we're still asking questions, I mean.
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[Guy always did like being around gardens. It brought back memories of tending the flowers with Pere when he was still living with the Fabres. Even if they can't see the color of the plants at this time of night, it was still a nice place to walk through.]
... do you have a favorite dish? [Probably best to go with something a little more lighthearted.]
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[It's a quiet little echo, a sign that she's thinking about it. She looks at the flowers as she does, obviously interested - but for whatever reason she does not seem eager to change her path to be any closer to them for a better view.]
Well-- I've always really liked fruit. They're not usually in a dish when I eat them, exactly, but-- oh. I did have something around the time I first came here that was like a salad, but made out of fruit. Does that count?
[... Naminé, your recluse is showing.]
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You mean fruit salads? To be fair, it's nothing but fruit piled in a bowl.
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[She can laugh at herself, too. She resumes her considerations for a moment, then,]
Can I say spaghetti, or is that just a bunch of noodles and sauce piled on a plate, too?
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[Because clearly she would like to be enlightened on the intricacies of food. (Her amused tone should probably be ignored.)]
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It's all in the subtle arrangement.
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[She's trying so hard not to smile but she's really not managing at all.]
Can you give me an example?
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That's... going to be tough. I don't have any noodles on me to demonstrate.
[LAME EXCUSE GO]
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You could describe it, couldn't you?
[Lame excuse rejected.]
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