.048 wishes [video; backdated to Sunday]
[The latest events hadn't been much of a surprise, both because Yuuko had grown quite used to Discedo and because there was very little that ever managed to earn more than a slight raise of brows from her. That was not to say she had liked it.
The idea to willingly visit that s p a c e had been her very own, and so had been the price she paid - the loss of conscience and an old memory used as bait. In return, she had received little more than confirming a hunch: that place was an entirely different dimension, set apart from the world of Fortuna, the dreaded place that had made her go as far as crossing her own boundaries every now and then for the sake of something greater. Whether those planned whims came from the Dimensional Witch or the human within her, it was hard to tell.
And yet, the bundle of fabric on her lap was a poignant reminder of both. It was an odd sight, how she was slowly becoming more and more like that person - melancholy smile and all. But it was enough of that.
With an effort to turn her expression into something a little less compromising (it wouldn't do to let so many see that side of her), she reaches for the communicator and turns it on video mode. There were people who had a right to know about her newly acquired possession.]
[The feed opens to an image of Yuuko sitting in her living room, a bottle on her side and an ocean of dark fabric that almost blended with her own dress. As the camera angle shifts, it's easier to make out the shapes of a black and purple cloak, with half of a star on each side and a magic circle on the back, although that was out of sight.]
A personal memento in exchange for the identities stolen, huh...? You surely have a peculiar concept of balance, I must say.
[A short pause as she moves to get a hold of the bottle, pouring its contents into a glass. When she brings it up to her lips for a taste, they morph into a longing yet altogether pleased smile. It wasn't because of the drink alone, though.]
The wine, at least, is a welcome change.
[Her glass is raised as in a toast with no one in particular before the video cuts off.]
The idea to willingly visit that s p a c e had been her very own, and so had been the price she paid - the loss of conscience and an old memory used as bait. In return, she had received little more than confirming a hunch: that place was an entirely different dimension, set apart from the world of Fortuna, the dreaded place that had made her go as far as crossing her own boundaries every now and then for the sake of something greater. Whether those planned whims came from the Dimensional Witch or the human within her, it was hard to tell.
And yet, the bundle of fabric on her lap was a poignant reminder of both. It was an odd sight, how she was slowly becoming more and more like that person - melancholy smile and all. But it was enough of that.
With an effort to turn her expression into something a little less compromising (it wouldn't do to let so many see that side of her), she reaches for the communicator and turns it on video mode. There were people who had a right to know about her newly acquired possession.]
[The feed opens to an image of Yuuko sitting in her living room, a bottle on her side and an ocean of dark fabric that almost blended with her own dress. As the camera angle shifts, it's easier to make out the shapes of a black and purple cloak, with half of a star on each side and a magic circle on the back, although that was out of sight.]
A personal memento in exchange for the identities stolen, huh...? You surely have a peculiar concept of balance, I must say.
[A short pause as she moves to get a hold of the bottle, pouring its contents into a glass. When she brings it up to her lips for a taste, they morph into a longing yet altogether pleased smile. It wasn't because of the drink alone, though.]
The wine, at least, is a welcome change.
[Her glass is raised as in a toast with no one in particular before the video cuts off.]