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caughtinanetwork2013-02-09 01:37 pm
tsundyne) wrote in caughtinanetwork2013-02-09 01:37 pm
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[♥] dream.
(( OOC: video version here ♥ ))
November 5th, 2009.
It's an ordinary scene, even though the room probably won't look familiar. Pink sheets on the bed, with matching pink pillows all thrown about the floor. A pink lamp, sitting lonely in the corner. It is a room that belongs to one Yukari Takeba, who now sits on the aforementioned bed with her laptop resting on her lap where it belongs. She looks contemplative, staring at the CD in her right hand, but it isn't long before slips it in.
Suddenly, the viewpoint shifts to what can only be described as a first-person view. The room is shown exactly as Yukari sees it; no more, no less, with primary focus being on the laptop's screen.
Her thoughts can even be heard as well, echoing like narration.
I told Fuuka I'd take a look at it. Things are only gonna get crazier, with Mitsuru-senpai being so busy, so I should just do it now . . .
Something about the tone in her thoughts suggests uncertainty. But nevertheless, the video plays, and it takes less than a second for her to recognize it.
She gasps. Her father -- her father is on the screen. It's this video again . . . and without waiting for her to recover from her reaction, it continues to play.
Eiichiro Takeba goes on to describe how the Shadows are all trying to eat one another, with continued stress on not pursuing them -- and Yukari quickly realizes this is the version of the video Ikutsuki never wanted them to see. The original video. Tears begin to form in her eyes, out of anger, out of longing.
At the mention of her name, her eyes widen, hanging on his every word.
"Dad?"
At this point, she can't help herself: her voice is unsteady as she calls out to him, as if he were really there. The tears start to fall, and She brings up a hand to wipe them away so she can see the screen better.
" . . . Dad? Daddy!!"
. . . But it's too late. The sound of an explosion, glass breaking, and the screen dissolving into static are all that's left. Her heart sinks and she is left sobbing -- comforted only by the fact that she was right to trust and believe in her dad . . .
[Yukari awakens gradually. Despite her dream, it isn't unpleasant, so she doesn't even feel the need to open her eyes. In fact, she'd rather not, knowing that the dream was just broadcast to absolutely everybody. Her eyes are probably still wet too -- maybe even a little red. So instead, she reaches over to her SFC to switch off the video feed; violently, much in the way one would hit snooze on an alarm clock.
Now that it's over with, she wants to just curl up and get some sleep that is actually restful. But instead, she finds herself lying awake.
Thinking . . .]
November 5th, 2009.
It's an ordinary scene, even though the room probably won't look familiar. Pink sheets on the bed, with matching pink pillows all thrown about the floor. A pink lamp, sitting lonely in the corner. It is a room that belongs to one Yukari Takeba, who now sits on the aforementioned bed with her laptop resting on her lap where it belongs. She looks contemplative, staring at the CD in her right hand, but it isn't long before slips it in.
Suddenly, the viewpoint shifts to what can only be described as a first-person view. The room is shown exactly as Yukari sees it; no more, no less, with primary focus being on the laptop's screen.
Her thoughts can even be heard as well, echoing like narration.
I told Fuuka I'd take a look at it. Things are only gonna get crazier, with Mitsuru-senpai being so busy, so I should just do it now . . .
Something about the tone in her thoughts suggests uncertainty. But nevertheless, the video plays, and it takes less than a second for her to recognize it.
I pray that this recording reaches safe hands...
She gasps. Her father -- her father is on the screen. It's this video again . . . and without waiting for her to recover from her reaction, it continues to play.
My employer has become obsessed with a loathsome idea. This experiment should have never even been conceived... That's why I had to interrupt it. However, in doing so, I set free a number of Shadows that are certain to torment future generations. But if I hadn't, the entire world may have paid the price... Please, listen carefully... I cannot stress this enough... You must not hunt the Shadows that have dispersed!
Eiichiro Takeba goes on to describe how the Shadows are all trying to eat one another, with continued stress on not pursuing them -- and Yukari quickly realizes this is the version of the video Ikutsuki never wanted them to see. The original video. Tears begin to form in her eyes, out of anger, out of longing.
At the mention of her name, her eyes widen, hanging on his every word.
There's not much hope for me now. I have just one favor to ask... Whoever finds this... Please... Give my daughter Yukari this message. I know I promised I'd be home soon... and I'm sorry to break that promise... But, I want you to know... Daddy was the happiest man on earth when he was with you. ...I love you, Yukari.
Please take care of yourself...
"Dad?"
At this point, she can't help herself: her voice is unsteady as she calls out to him, as if he were really there. The tears start to fall, and She brings up a hand to wipe them away so she can see the screen better.
" . . . Dad? Daddy!!"
. . . But it's too late. The sound of an explosion, glass breaking, and the screen dissolving into static are all that's left. Her heart sinks and she is left sobbing -- comforted only by the fact that she was right to trust and believe in her dad . . .
[Yukari awakens gradually. Despite her dream, it isn't unpleasant, so she doesn't even feel the need to open her eyes. In fact, she'd rather not, knowing that the dream was just broadcast to absolutely everybody. Her eyes are probably still wet too -- maybe even a little red. So instead, she reaches over to her SFC to switch off the video feed; violently, much in the way one would hit snooze on an alarm clock.
Now that it's over with, she wants to just curl up and get some sleep that is actually restful. But instead, she finds herself lying awake.
Thinking . . .]
video;
video;
. . .]
Maybe. Maybe not.
Sometimes I'd rather not remember, but . . . you never really 'forget' a part of who you are.
video;
[Defined by the people around you—even if you end up living for longer than they do.]
And for those who die, it's up to the living to remember them, isn't it...?
video;
[Said dryly; Yukari's usual tone, when she isn't entirely eager to talk about something. Unfortunately, this also means she doesn't say much otherwise . . . but she does shrug, before turning over a bit on her bed.
She's not really facing the screen anymore, but since she hasn't hung up yet -- it's safe to assume she's still listening.]
video;
... He'd be proud of you, I think.
[And coming from Tiir, that's...]
video;
Tiir never struck her as someone who would care enough to make those kinds of assumptions -- let alone positive ones, about humans. But, in the same way that she learned to accept his -- and the Emryon's -- diet, perhaps he'd learned to accept some humans as well.
It's obvious, of course, from their tentative friendship; and he would never be fully accepting, she doesn't think. But it's nice to remember it sometimes. She doesn't turn around fully, but she does glance in the screen's direction.]
I guess I'll never really know for sure. But it's what I tell myself.
[Especially after he essentially became her reason for fighting. He always had been, in a way -- but after November 5th, it was less about finding out what happened to him, and more about continuing what he started.
Either way, it always boiled down to him.]
video;
Indeed, it's hardly as if the dead can tell you that themselves.
[He can't quite empathize with wanting someone to be proud of him, but he wouldn't deny that there are some things he would care to know from the deceased.
Still... it's strange, talking about someone's parents. Tiir's silent for a while, before he speaks again, in a quieter voice.]
... Truth be told, I don't think much of the relationship between a parent and their child, but I suppose there are some exceptions.
video;
But she's really tired of getting her hopes up, so she doesn't even start down that path.
She glances at him with a suspicious eye -- but it's not as if there are a shortage of people who take parents for granted. There's no surprise here.]
There are plenty.
[So much so that you might not even call them exceptions. But she digresses, continuing on quickly:]
Why do you say you don't think much of them?
[Obviously he'd been implying that she was one of the exceptions; but she can't stifle her curiosity and resist asking.]
video;
There's a certain hardness in his voice as he speaks that Yukari's likely familiar with by now, given how often he's talked about this sort of thing.]
I've seen enough parents try to sell or murder their children to know that blood is no connection on its own.
video;
She just can't picture her doing anything of the sort. Let alone her father. Why would they?]
I guess it's not totally unheard of where I come from either. But no one likes to think about it.
[Or talk about it.]
video;
[To say the least.]
I imagine, though, that it's a less likely occurrence when one's child is... normal.
[... The way he says the last word would suggest that he doesn't very much agree with the definition of normal.]
video;
That hardly has anything to do with this, though. No matter what species -- selling, murdering children would never be okay.
She kind of just . . . nods.]
People are ashamed of imperfection. They try to hide it -- though this is obviously an extreme way to do it.
That's what it's about, isn't it?
video;
Perhaps. I don't particularly care to understand how those sorts of humans think.
video;
[They've known each other long enough that she thinks he understands by now -- not all humans are like this. So rather than dwell on them, it's probably better they focus on the ones that . . . y'know. Aren't.]
There are plenty of people like my dad, though. People who own their mistakes and face them, and make the really tough decisions.
Surely they're easier to understand. Easier to relate to.
video;
[...]
What did your father do, exactly?
video;
. . . Did you ever meet Mitsuru Kirijo? Y'know, while she was here?
video;
I don't recall meeting someone by that name, no.
video;
My dad worked for the Kirijo Group . . . a big-shot company from back home that she happens to be in charge of now. Though she was only a little girl back when he was alive.
. . . He was part of a group of scientists that conducted experiments for them.
video;
... I see. Of what nature?
video;
At the time, they were doing research on creatures called Shadows.
[She has no idea whether Minato ever told him about them.]
video;
I assume you don't mean the absence of light.
[Aka he hasn't—at least not that he recalls.]
video;
[Though she wishes that's all it were. Upon realizing that he never got the explanation after all, she continues:]
They were kind of like monsters. Demons. Really dangerous, but powerful, and the Kirijo Group wanted to study that power.
Things . . . got out of hand, though.
[Obviously. Her voice is a bit unsteady at that . . .]
video;
[There's a pause, before it occurs to him that was potentially racist.]
... Ah, my apologies. But continue.