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smash_logs2013-06-10 09:48 pm
nottheproblem) wrote in smash_logs2013-06-10 09:48 pm
In this community, I spam words.
Who: Ziio, Open
When: 06/13 - Evening
Where: The Academy Library - Or in that area of.
What: By way of a fated book, Ziio arrives in Smash Academy.The lesson that we should all stop reading.
Warning: N/A
What is this.
The pointed question and the most direct one. Also the one that didn't provide an immediate answer. Naturally, the obvious answer was a sanctuary of books - a library. Not that it explained the situation any better. To go from a village in one moment to a library in another. Some would have held a vision responsible, but the imagery too vivid.
And the moment Ziio ran a forefinger over the spine of a book, it was too obviously real. So this was reality. Some sort of reality. An unexplained kind.
The lack of clarification was irritating at best. But if opening a book had been what brought her there, then it seemed logical that opening another - the right one - would take her back to Kanatahséton. Which eventually led to an ever growing pile of books that Ziio had opened and found disappointment in.
In other words, someone was going to have a lot to clean up later.
When: 06/13 - Evening
Where: The Academy Library - Or in that area of.
What: By way of a fated book, Ziio arrives in Smash Academy.
Warning: N/A
What is this.
The pointed question and the most direct one. Also the one that didn't provide an immediate answer. Naturally, the obvious answer was a sanctuary of books - a library. Not that it explained the situation any better. To go from a village in one moment to a library in another. Some would have held a vision responsible, but the imagery too vivid.
And the moment Ziio ran a forefinger over the spine of a book, it was too obviously real. So this was reality. Some sort of reality. An unexplained kind.
The lack of clarification was irritating at best. But if opening a book had been what brought her there, then it seemed logical that opening another - the right one - would take her back to Kanatahséton. Which eventually led to an ever growing pile of books that Ziio had opened and found disappointment in.
In other words, someone was going to have a lot to clean up later.
no subject
He let go, finally realizing what he did. Afraid once more of what she could be thinking of him.
Even after embracing his mother...being able to TALK to her after all these years...he was so sure he was happy. Happy. But...feeling intense remorse. The powers of this place to make this a reality. To make this happen.
It wasn't natural. Shouldn't. Not with his father either. He really wondered if the dead mattered at all here. Tomorrow he could see another that passed from his past, present, or his future.
The nerve of this place. The damn nerve.
Finally though, he decided to switch to English again. "Sorry..."
no subject
It wasn't the same.
Ziio had never felt much fear for herself, yet at the same time, Connor held security about him. And she'd expected that.
"You are my son," she replied in kind, her English as it ever was. "That was not weakness you showed me," was motherly reassurance. "When you were younger, we did."
A long past for him, yet something somewhat recent for her. "You've nothing to be sorry for."