02.10 - Sweet dreams are made of these / Private post
[Needless to say she's glad all the trouble is over and done- for now. She knows from experience that the worst storms come after the calm. Nevertheless, she's taking this opportunity to unwind and roam the ship unbothered by neither Fuuma or Axel. First stop: the hidden entrance to the 24th floor.
She makes her way to the holo-suite, then stops. And stares at the little square plate on the wall. It looks like a smudge- like a photo developed messily. She steps closer to it, touching it. It simply feels part of the wall, but her eyes don't deceive her. The longer she looks, the more it seems as if it's moving. Like a small motion picture.
She watches it- she can barely make out the familiar silhouettes of her grandmother, Kurosaki, Inoue, Sado, Kuchiki, Abarai... even Ryuuko. And a man. She doesn't know who he is, but...] Father...?
[Now... the Doctor. Ammy, Axel, Riku, Demyx, Oliver, Kamui, Sakura, Allison... Even Fuuma. Both of them, but one of them was more significant, more clear than the other. Everyone on the ship she's met and made friends with. She smiles a little at the blurry images before pulling away and checking the time on her sphere. An hour? Already? She had taken much too long investigating that smudge.]
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[From behind her tree she had seen the arrows fly, the Hollows bellow, the blood spill. She stayed there, even as her grandmother dies on the spot, without help, until the shinigami finally arrive- but it's just too late. She stayed there, even as they had taken her soul with them to Soul Society. And until now she stays there, frozen, rooted to the spot, an almost perfect statue.
The reiatsu is flying, everywhere. Quincy, shinigami, Hollow. But it's not just reiatsu. There's bits of Hollow and blood as well. And she can recognize her own blood mingling among the others. She's been wounded and cut severely from the strain of using her bow too much. She looks to the side- Kurosaki was looks a little better off, but she knows the girl more than she'd ever admit. She looks up. The Menos is coming. This is not good.
The bow is aimed at her. Ryuuko's bow. Ametatsu knows she's done all she could have to fight and try to regain her powers, but still. She's lost, and now she's about to die. And there's nothing she can do about it. She's all out of weapons, resources... even her human energy. She watches as the arrow flies. Looks like she is really going to be the Last Quincy.
She's moving quickly, running and attempting to create circles around the Octava Espada, but she makes one wrong move and gets caught in one disgusting wing. She's being squeezed and suffocated, as if the Arrancar is trying to wring the very life out of her. Then... she's released and next she knows, there's a small doll in the Espada's hand. Then there's blood in the air again. Her blood. It's all over now. Herself, Abarai, the ground.
Tied up against a tree, seeing the Doctor's face hovering above hers. She doesn't like what she sees in his eyes. It's too much like what she has seen in those she had fought before. Kurotsuchi. The Arrancar. Madness. She wants to look away- she doesn't want to see kind of look on her own friend. But she cant look away now.
Ammy's lost her foreleg. It's not good, and the idiot vampire did nothing but make it even worse for her. She's trying to calm the goddess down, waiting for Sakura to arrive. And even though she's seen so much worse, she cant help but be outright appalled. Ammy is her friend, and she has never seen anything like this happen to her friend.
She runs. Faster, faster, until she's nearly flying with hirenkyaku, the trees mere blurs as she blows past them. All that's on her mind is reaching Fuuma. Getting to him, and getting him to safety. He didn't look so good over the spheres. Blood, sweat... and his one hand. How could he ever have fought with just one hand?
His angry, glowing eyes are now burned into her memory forever. That is not madness- that is genuine anger, far more terrifying than any kind of madness. And it is on the person she considers her closest friend. No- more than a friend. Of all people, why Fuuma? She runs, and remembers briefly what they had spoken about long ago. She blames his destiny for making him this way. This angry. She hates seeing that on him. It just... hurts. She reaches the holo-suite, and sees them close-up.]
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[She would have sat up if she could. But her low blood pressure doesn't let her up that easily. It will be too much of a shock to her body if she were to do so. So she just rolls over to her side- her left side, as her right is still recuperating- and tries to breathe properly. She closes her eyes, and mutters under her breath:] One... two. One... two.
[It's not much help. She can still see remnants of the dream. Yes, it had been vague, blurry, confused, but the longer she thinks on it, the more she feels that she knows what it was all about.
Ame opens her eyes and rolls over to her back again, staring at the dark outline of her cubby overhead. She reaches around her pillow to get her sphere, and finds that it's only three in the morning. How funny. It's the so-called demonic witching hour. Maybe, if she waits long enough, something out of the ordinary will happen.
She stays awake and waits. Nothing. Looks like she's proven all the claims wrong. This will be one for the books.]
... Get a hold of yourself, Ishida Ametatsu. You lack sleep, and the low blood pressure is not helping, [she mutters to herself, shaking her head.] Go back to sleep. There is more to do tomorrow.
[She rolls over and does so. Or at least tries.]
[ooc: Lmfao, a look into Ame's dreams. Feel free to make OOC reactions to these, and I'll be making a "I'm being plagued by nightmares!!!1!!" post for her soon. |Db]
She makes her way to the holo-suite, then stops. And stares at the little square plate on the wall. It looks like a smudge- like a photo developed messily. She steps closer to it, touching it. It simply feels part of the wall, but her eyes don't deceive her. The longer she looks, the more it seems as if it's moving. Like a small motion picture.
She watches it- she can barely make out the familiar silhouettes of her grandmother, Kurosaki, Inoue, Sado, Kuchiki, Abarai... even Ryuuko. And a man. She doesn't know who he is, but...] Father...?
[Now... the Doctor. Ammy, Axel, Riku, Demyx, Oliver, Kamui, Sakura, Allison... Even Fuuma. Both of them, but one of them was more significant, more clear than the other. Everyone on the ship she's met and made friends with. She smiles a little at the blurry images before pulling away and checking the time on her sphere. An hour? Already? She had taken much too long investigating that smudge.]
-----
[From behind her tree she had seen the arrows fly, the Hollows bellow, the blood spill. She stayed there, even as her grandmother dies on the spot, without help, until the shinigami finally arrive- but it's just too late. She stayed there, even as they had taken her soul with them to Soul Society. And until now she stays there, frozen, rooted to the spot, an almost perfect statue.
The reiatsu is flying, everywhere. Quincy, shinigami, Hollow. But it's not just reiatsu. There's bits of Hollow and blood as well. And she can recognize her own blood mingling among the others. She's been wounded and cut severely from the strain of using her bow too much. She looks to the side- Kurosaki was looks a little better off, but she knows the girl more than she'd ever admit. She looks up. The Menos is coming. This is not good.
The bow is aimed at her. Ryuuko's bow. Ametatsu knows she's done all she could have to fight and try to regain her powers, but still. She's lost, and now she's about to die. And there's nothing she can do about it. She's all out of weapons, resources... even her human energy. She watches as the arrow flies. Looks like she is really going to be the Last Quincy.
She's moving quickly, running and attempting to create circles around the Octava Espada, but she makes one wrong move and gets caught in one disgusting wing. She's being squeezed and suffocated, as if the Arrancar is trying to wring the very life out of her. Then... she's released and next she knows, there's a small doll in the Espada's hand. Then there's blood in the air again. Her blood. It's all over now. Herself, Abarai, the ground.
Tied up against a tree, seeing the Doctor's face hovering above hers. She doesn't like what she sees in his eyes. It's too much like what she has seen in those she had fought before. Kurotsuchi. The Arrancar. Madness. She wants to look away- she doesn't want to see kind of look on her own friend. But she cant look away now.
Ammy's lost her foreleg. It's not good, and the idiot vampire did nothing but make it even worse for her. She's trying to calm the goddess down, waiting for Sakura to arrive. And even though she's seen so much worse, she cant help but be outright appalled. Ammy is her friend, and she has never seen anything like this happen to her friend.
She runs. Faster, faster, until she's nearly flying with hirenkyaku, the trees mere blurs as she blows past them. All that's on her mind is reaching Fuuma. Getting to him, and getting him to safety. He didn't look so good over the spheres. Blood, sweat... and his one hand. How could he ever have fought with just one hand?
His angry, glowing eyes are now burned into her memory forever. That is not madness- that is genuine anger, far more terrifying than any kind of madness. And it is on the person she considers her closest friend. No- more than a friend. Of all people, why Fuuma? She runs, and remembers briefly what they had spoken about long ago. She blames his destiny for making him this way. This angry. She hates seeing that on him. It just... hurts. She reaches the holo-suite, and sees them close-up.]
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[She would have sat up if she could. But her low blood pressure doesn't let her up that easily. It will be too much of a shock to her body if she were to do so. So she just rolls over to her side- her left side, as her right is still recuperating- and tries to breathe properly. She closes her eyes, and mutters under her breath:] One... two. One... two.
[It's not much help. She can still see remnants of the dream. Yes, it had been vague, blurry, confused, but the longer she thinks on it, the more she feels that she knows what it was all about.
Ame opens her eyes and rolls over to her back again, staring at the dark outline of her cubby overhead. She reaches around her pillow to get her sphere, and finds that it's only three in the morning. How funny. It's the so-called demonic witching hour. Maybe, if she waits long enough, something out of the ordinary will happen.
She stays awake and waits. Nothing. Looks like she's proven all the claims wrong. This will be one for the books.]
... Get a hold of yourself, Ishida Ametatsu. You lack sleep, and the low blood pressure is not helping, [she mutters to herself, shaking her head.] Go back to sleep. There is more to do tomorrow.
[She rolls over and does so. Or at least tries.]
[ooc: Lmfao, a look into Ame's dreams. Feel free to make OOC reactions to these, and I'll be making a "I'm being plagued by nightmares!!!1!!" post for her soon. |Db]