007 || {Video / Action} || BACKDATED to the 3rd, late morning.
[It's not cold at all - even in spite of the rain - but after a bit of shivering, disoriented wandering Hope will find himself stranded on the path, and even more confused than when he initially came around after being the unfortunate victim of routine experimentation
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But when she'd awoken later in the morning -- much later than she usually woke up! -- it was not an encouraging sight she saw on the journals.
That voice... and that clothing. Is it...? ]
Hope?
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[Without even lifting his head, except to cough into the back of a wrist.]
Was it... always this wet out?
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[ ... she starts getting her things. ] I dunno... it wasn't raining when I went to sleep last night.
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It's her coding, her programming, to go help the harmed. And that is just what she does.
Moving forward, her systems humming, she looks down at the young boy, tilting her head]
Do you need assistance?
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[He's not expecting the voice, yet there's no startled jerk of alarm. Hope lifts his head, blinking bleary sea-coloured eyes up at the unfamiliar woman. His clothes are definitely growing damp now, the bright colours of his favourite jacket darkening from the weight of the rain.]
Um... I guess so... [His voice is thick and slurred.]
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[Gem bends down, her movements faintly robotic. But she is there to help those who are harmed. She offers a hand. If he takes it, he'll feel a jolt of energy, of warmth, of something that can help bolster him through this.]
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-- Hope!
[ Who the boy on the 'screen' is hardly has time to register before she's shouting his name, just barely keeping from upending any furniture in her surprise. Both taken and returned a few days after Aerith-- good. Thank goodness he's back!
... Wherever he is, because Lightning has no idea at this point... and is already frustrated because of it. ]
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... Lightning? Where're you?
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At the house. [ A slight pause, and then she ventures: ] Do you know where you are?
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O-out in the rain. [A foot slips over the muck, and the kid finds himself right on his butt again. Frowning, his eyes pass over and finally locate the journal nearby, a hand outstretched to try and drag it over.] ...I think I'm near the river.
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...Looks like he's already out of it, though, lying down like that. The Malnosso must have put him through a lot. She clucks her tongue with a disapproving warble and goes to drag-drop a blanket over him, and then she plans to leave him alone (because waking up to a big BIRD in the house would probably be very disorienting!) before she takes a look at him. He looks so small and cute sleeping like that and it makes her feel both relieved he's back and a little bit protective and oh goodness, his hair's all mussed up from being out in the rain--
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Aerith will realize in a moment that she should not be preening a boy's hair with her beak. In a moment.
Darn chocobo instincts.]
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...feathers?
With a sleepy noise, he lifts a fist to rub it over his eyes, slowly blinking them open.]
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Hope? [ Despite earlier intentions, she leans in rather than moving away, so Hope is getting a face-to-face view of a chocobo.
A very confused one, when Aerith finally registers that she was treating Hope like a chicobo. What. ]
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[He makes a childlike snuffling noise and sits up with a yawn, too sleepy to even bother covering his mouth. That's when Hope's eyes focus and he finally takes in the sight before him.
A big yellow bird. Staring him right in the face.
With a voice-cracking little yelp of surprise, he jumps back, eyes widening.]
Aah...!
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Hey, are you okay?
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[Hope sniffles a little and reaches to wipe a few errant droplets from his nose. His voice sounds like someone who's just awoken from a very heavy sleep.]
Y-yeah, 'm okay. Thanks...
[And he'll... make no move whatsoever to get off the ground. Or even express any kind of shock that he's been broadcast.]
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I don't remember anything except waking up out here. When did it start raining?
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