35th Wheel of Fate [Action/Written/Drawn/Accidental Voice]
[Action, around 2am]
[Opening your eyes and waking up to find yourself lying in your own room would normally be a good thing for most, wouldn't it? Not for ν-13. Not today. For her, this only confirms what she'd feared since her normal memories had returned - that the time she'd spent with her "family" was all the result of an experiment by the Malnosso.
She didn't want to accept that. She really didn't. And that's why, for the past eight days, she'd essentially shut down completely - something that turned out to be a fortunate decision when, not long after she did so, the droids decided to pay her a visit at house 48. This way, she can't really tell what happened during that time. Frankly, she doesn't really want to know, anyway.
Eventually, the silver-haired Murakumo gets up to her feet, taking care (as well as making use of her hovering ability) to make as few sounds as somehow possible. Under normal circumstances, she'd be happy to be here again, but... after these ten days - after that experiment - it all just feels so... strange to her. Like she's not used to being here anymore.
Cautiously, she glances around the room. It's mostly the same as usual, but...
...she can't see the tartar and its terrarium anywhere. Or the cats, for the matter. The sword she'd wielded during that experiment was gone, of course; after all, why would it still be around? It was never truly hers, after all. It belonged to whatever version of herself she temporarily replaced. But, in a way...
It... was still mine... right?
That's right. For that short period of time - for these ten days - it was hers, wasn't it? Just like how she was really part of a family during that time.
Family...
Some of her clothes are lying on her bed. Yuber probably brought them, didn't he? After all, she'd taken them to Litchi's and Thirteen's house, since moving everything during the festival preparations would have been too troublesome... and then the beasts showed up. They never really did get around to moving everything, did they? Not that it really matters now, of course. And in the end, it's more convenient like this - they don't have to move everything back again this way.
The outfit she'd worn during the festival was gone, of course. Unsurprising, considering she'd picked that out specifically for the festival - under normal circumstances like these, it would never have been in her possession. Her ring, too, was nowhere to be found, but... that's to be expected, isn't it?
...?
As she glances over the clothes, something else catches her eye. Not too far away from them, on the pillow, is a plushie.
A black cat plushie. One not just similar to the one she'd been given as a gift by her hu- by Yuber at the festival, but identical.
...Why? Why is this here? It should have... disappeared...
She really doesn't understand. If all of the other things she possessed solely during that experiment are gone now, then why did this plushie still remain here? It doesn't make sense. But at the same time, as strange as it is...
...the silver-haired girl can't help but to feel kind of happy that something from that time is still here. So even if everything else is back to normal - if everything is back to the same detestable world it was before - at least she has a reminder of the way things could have been, had the circumstances been different. Even if there are things that still bother her about these ten days (Why wasn't she with Ragna? If it's a story that can't be rewritten, then... why did that time completely contradict it? Why was that boy clad in green that she despised so much part of her family? And... why did she get along so well with her "twin"?), the amount of positive things she still remembers far outweigh these.
Knowing that these things are in the past now hurts. A lot. But... she still has the memories of it, at least. And a plushie that can serve as a memento.
She just hopes that she's not the only one who can look back fondly at that short period of time. And that even with things back to normal, she can remain on good terms with her "family." It's nothing more than a selfish wish, and she knows this, but... still.
But right now, she doesn't want to speak to any of them. Perhaps she's scared that the opposite of her wish might occur. Considering who she's associated with these days, and the whole mess with Nami and her entourage... it's possible. And that possibility genuinely frightens her, for once.
No, for now, she's simply going to hug the plushie close to her chest.
...She kind of wants to believe that things are still the way they were back then. Just for a little while longer.]
---
[Eventually, once evening draws near - and after she's had an opportunity to rest properly and calm down a little - she'll open her journal to write a few filtered messages. Her filters are noticeably weaker than they would normally be, however; she really can't seem to focus on making them as secure as she normally would at the moment. Not just that, but her writing is much shakier than usual as well. But she's trying, at the very least.]
[Filtered to Litchi Faye-Ling and Yellow 13 // 43% unhackable]
Requesting location of the following subjects:
[That's pretty much her way of saying where are my pets why are they not here, really.]
[Filtered to her "family" from the AU event, excluding Noel and Link // 55% unhackable]
Are you Is everyo Has ev
. . .
I'm sor
Please don-
[At this point, the journal picks up what almost sounds a little like a frustrated, if somewhat mechanically distorted sigh. ν-13 really doesn't know what she's supposed to say to them. This isn't the kind of scenario she has any data on... and by extension, she has absolutely no idea how she's supposed to handle it. On one hand, she wants to know if everyone's okay, but... it doesn't feel right to ask. It's like she's too scared to do so - like she's afraid of what they might think of her now, with everything back to the way it always was.
She doesn't want that kind of thing. But at the same time, she's not sure if she should apologize, either. After all, what would she be apologizing for? That she shared a family with them because of the Malnosso's actions? That she actually enjoyed what little time she got to spend with all of them? ...That she couldn't say anything sooner?
It's all just... too confusing for her.
In the end, she opts for something else - underneath all of the scribbled-out (but still legible) text, she adds a small, almost apologetic-looking scribble.]
[Make of that what you will, you all. She just... can't figure out how to put this into words, so hopefully this will get the point across. ...It probably won't, but it's worth a shot, isn't it?]
[Opening your eyes and waking up to find yourself lying in your own room would normally be a good thing for most, wouldn't it? Not for ν-13. Not today. For her, this only confirms what she'd feared since her normal memories had returned - that the time she'd spent with her "family" was all the result of an experiment by the Malnosso.
She didn't want to accept that. She really didn't. And that's why, for the past eight days, she'd essentially shut down completely - something that turned out to be a fortunate decision when, not long after she did so, the droids decided to pay her a visit at house 48. This way, she can't really tell what happened during that time. Frankly, she doesn't really want to know, anyway.
Eventually, the silver-haired Murakumo gets up to her feet, taking care (as well as making use of her hovering ability) to make as few sounds as somehow possible. Under normal circumstances, she'd be happy to be here again, but... after these ten days - after that experiment - it all just feels so... strange to her. Like she's not used to being here anymore.
Cautiously, she glances around the room. It's mostly the same as usual, but...
...she can't see the tartar and its terrarium anywhere. Or the cats, for the matter. The sword she'd wielded during that experiment was gone, of course; after all, why would it still be around? It was never truly hers, after all. It belonged to whatever version of herself she temporarily replaced. But, in a way...
It... was still mine... right?
That's right. For that short period of time - for these ten days - it was hers, wasn't it? Just like how she was really part of a family during that time.
Family...
Some of her clothes are lying on her bed. Yuber probably brought them, didn't he? After all, she'd taken them to Litchi's and Thirteen's house, since moving everything during the festival preparations would have been too troublesome... and then the beasts showed up. They never really did get around to moving everything, did they? Not that it really matters now, of course. And in the end, it's more convenient like this - they don't have to move everything back again this way.
The outfit she'd worn during the festival was gone, of course. Unsurprising, considering she'd picked that out specifically for the festival - under normal circumstances like these, it would never have been in her possession. Her ring, too, was nowhere to be found, but... that's to be expected, isn't it?
...?
As she glances over the clothes, something else catches her eye. Not too far away from them, on the pillow, is a plushie.
A black cat plushie. One not just similar to the one she'd been given as a gift by her hu- by Yuber at the festival, but identical.
...Why? Why is this here? It should have... disappeared...
She really doesn't understand. If all of the other things she possessed solely during that experiment are gone now, then why did this plushie still remain here? It doesn't make sense. But at the same time, as strange as it is...
...the silver-haired girl can't help but to feel kind of happy that something from that time is still here. So even if everything else is back to normal - if everything is back to the same detestable world it was before - at least she has a reminder of the way things could have been, had the circumstances been different. Even if there are things that still bother her about these ten days (Why wasn't she with Ragna? If it's a story that can't be rewritten, then... why did that time completely contradict it? Why was that boy clad in green that she despised so much part of her family? And... why did she get along so well with her "twin"?), the amount of positive things she still remembers far outweigh these.
Knowing that these things are in the past now hurts. A lot. But... she still has the memories of it, at least. And a plushie that can serve as a memento.
She just hopes that she's not the only one who can look back fondly at that short period of time. And that even with things back to normal, she can remain on good terms with her "family." It's nothing more than a selfish wish, and she knows this, but... still.
But right now, she doesn't want to speak to any of them. Perhaps she's scared that the opposite of her wish might occur. Considering who she's associated with these days, and the whole mess with Nami and her entourage... it's possible. And that possibility genuinely frightens her, for once.
No, for now, she's simply going to hug the plushie close to her chest.
...She kind of wants to believe that things are still the way they were back then. Just for a little while longer.]
---
[Eventually, once evening draws near - and after she's had an opportunity to rest properly and calm down a little - she'll open her journal to write a few filtered messages. Her filters are noticeably weaker than they would normally be, however; she really can't seem to focus on making them as secure as she normally would at the moment. Not just that, but her writing is much shakier than usual as well. But she's trying, at the very least.]
[Filtered to Litchi Faye-Ling and Yellow 13 // 43% unhackable]
Requesting location of the following subjects:
- orange-furred, classic tabby patterned felis catus, male, differentiated from similar subjects by red ribbon around tail
- white-furred felis catus, female, differentiated from similar subjects by blue eyes and limp hind leg
- tartar, genus mollusca gastropoda, male, currently inhabiting a medium-sized terrarium.
[That's pretty much her way of saying where are my pets why are they not here, really.]
[Filtered to her "family" from the AU event, excluding Noel and Link // 55% unhackable]
Are you Is everyo Has ev
. . .
I'm sor
Please don-
[At this point, the journal picks up what almost sounds a little like a frustrated, if somewhat mechanically distorted sigh. ν-13 really doesn't know what she's supposed to say to them. This isn't the kind of scenario she has any data on... and by extension, she has absolutely no idea how she's supposed to handle it. On one hand, she wants to know if everyone's okay, but... it doesn't feel right to ask. It's like she's too scared to do so - like she's afraid of what they might think of her now, with everything back to the way it always was.
She doesn't want that kind of thing. But at the same time, she's not sure if she should apologize, either. After all, what would she be apologizing for? That she shared a family with them because of the Malnosso's actions? That she actually enjoyed what little time she got to spend with all of them? ...That she couldn't say anything sooner?
It's all just... too confusing for her.
In the end, she opts for something else - underneath all of the scribbled-out (but still legible) text, she adds a small, almost apologetic-looking scribble.]
[Make of that what you will, you all. She just... can't figure out how to put this into words, so hopefully this will get the point across. ...It probably won't, but it's worth a shot, isn't it?]