Anemone / Alive (Sabraather game name) (
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nexus_crossings2020-05-02 01:18 pm
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Anemone's been here a few weeks now? Too long for her liking. All Eureka Seven spoilers possible.
There's a teenage girl, lounging lazily and very moodily in the middle of the plaza, very twitchy, and glaring at everyone who's passing by. She seems to have slight spasms sometimes.
"Have you ever considered," she asks, you, or nobody in particular, "just how unfair this place is?! Sure, Dewey isn't here, that's grand, sure, sure, but neither is Nirvash! Nirvash isn't here, and I can't - I can't--!"
Anemone twitches a bit more.
"And I don't even have my medicine! Shouldn't this place give me some, since it brought me here?"
She glares, and sighs.
"Don't just stare, tell me what you think! Isn't this place just unfair?! It's as bad as Sabraather!"
"Have you ever considered," she asks, you, or nobody in particular, "just how unfair this place is?! Sure, Dewey isn't here, that's grand, sure, sure, but neither is Nirvash! Nirvash isn't here, and I can't - I can't--!"
Anemone twitches a bit more.
"And I don't even have my medicine! Shouldn't this place give me some, since it brought me here?"
She glares, and sighs.
"Don't just stare, tell me what you think! Isn't this place just unfair?! It's as bad as Sabraather!"
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Again, with an even gentler hold this time, Roland takes both of his hands and places them on her shoulders, trying to angle her back to his face. His tones are more hushed now, as if trying to appease a child.
"Say, Anemone. What do you wanna do? Do you want me to take you home, or do you want me to accompany you somewhere nice?" He hopes his gentleness can get through to her. The goal has to be to get her someplace safe, where she can rest. Looks like it's going to be more of a challenge than I thought.
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friends, no, she doesn't have more than one yet, unless one counts theEndfriend. But at least he notices she's in lalaland right now.Home? At that, Anemone glances at Roland as if he's crazy.
At least she's paying attention now.
"Careful, people might think you a stalker."
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"Well now, that's not very nice of them. I'm just observant." He smiles jokingly, resuming his scouting.
"Anemone, I'm concerned about your health but you seem to be doing alright for now. Let's get you to that bench right over there -" Roland points to a short distance away, where a wooden bench sits nicely below another building's awning. "- and then I'll leave you to it. Is that alright with you?"
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anemone, you're triggering Roland's paternal instincts ahhh
He takes a quick glance around his surroundings, making a mental note of where they were, before he turns back to Anemone. She didn't seem like she was in pain, but he saw the state she was in before they started walking. Without hesitation, Roland rummages through his pockets and brings out a curious green vial. He hands this over gently to Anemone.
"I wish I could do more for you," he says. "But as it stands, neither of us know what to do with your condition. If I'm gone for too long and you feel like you're in pain, try this. It's called an All Be Gone. It should help soothe you, for a time." Or so Roland hopes. "Call for my name and I'll be sure to find you, if you need help. Okay?"
He stands, and softly manuevers her to a better spot by the bench.
Awww. :D
She's probably going to doze off a bit, now, and feel slightly better after waking up. For a time.
However, she's definitely going to remember this man, later.