Gently laying her hand on Sora’s pod, Namine wondered what he was dreaming about.
She had put him into stasis a few weeks ago- still stuck at Castle Oblivion, she made sure to check up on him and his companions daily. It had been hard going so far putting his memories back together; the floor around the area was littered with drawings, most incomplete, her sketchpad and pencils left back on the chair behind her. With the lack of breakthroughs, she’d left her work to wait, examining his face while he slept.
“Are you happy?” She whispered, bringing herself in close to the glassy surface. Every feature on his face was calm and pristine, as untouched as the white walls that surrounded his pod and the lace on her dress brushing against her legs. “I hope you are. I’m sorry I can’t make it go faster. I promise, you won’t be stuck in there long.”
Taking a step back, the papers around her feet shuffled and crumpled under her sandals. Countless brown spikes and red outfits poked through the collaboration of art, intermixed with Riku’s silver and Kairi’s red. Many were only half drawn, discarded ideas or attempts laid to rest. Face falling slightly, she reached down, picking up one half-finished drawing. Sora stood in the middle, hands caught with a girl. She could see where the girl’s blonde hair had been colored over red, and her white dress made pink. This was the girl he was supposed to remember. Even if their faces weren’t looking her way, she had tried to imagine them smiling. That’s how it was supposed to be. Just not with her.
Dropping the drawing back into place, she walked quickly over to her sketchbook, pulling it close and tucking a pencil behind one ear. Heading for the door, Namine stopped just before she left, looking back towards the boy kept frozen in time.
“It’ll be good for you… not to remember me. Maybe we’ll meet again. I’ll… I’ll make sure of it.”
First-Person Sample: [Voice]
Nngh… Hello? Why am I in the street? And why does my head hurt?
America, if this is some kind of joke, it’s not funny! I was only trying to take a nap. This is a pretty elaborate prank, even for you!
… Why is there no one else here? Where is everyone? Did... did something happen? This doesn’t seem good at all.
… Hello? Anyone?
Links: I played her previously at Discedo and as it seems there haven’t been any other Namine’s in the meantime, I’d love it if she could retain her memories! Her old account (when she was in Discedo previously) with all her previous IC interactions is over here: Livejournal account!
Naminé | Kingdom Hearts | Reserved [2/2]
Third-Person Sample:
Gently laying her hand on Sora’s pod, Namine wondered what he was dreaming about.
She had put him into stasis a few weeks ago- still stuck at Castle Oblivion, she made sure to check up on him and his companions daily. It had been hard going so far putting his memories back together; the floor around the area was littered with drawings, most incomplete, her sketchpad and pencils left back on the chair behind her. With the lack of breakthroughs, she’d left her work to wait, examining his face while he slept.
“Are you happy?” She whispered, bringing herself in close to the glassy surface. Every feature on his face was calm and pristine, as untouched as the white walls that surrounded his pod and the lace on her dress brushing against her legs. “I hope you are. I’m sorry I can’t make it go faster. I promise, you won’t be stuck in there long.”
Taking a step back, the papers around her feet shuffled and crumpled under her sandals. Countless brown spikes and red outfits poked through the collaboration of art, intermixed with Riku’s silver and Kairi’s red. Many were only half drawn, discarded ideas or attempts laid to rest. Face falling slightly, she reached down, picking up one half-finished drawing. Sora stood in the middle, hands caught with a girl. She could see where the girl’s blonde hair had been colored over red, and her white dress made pink. This was the girl he was supposed to remember. Even if their faces weren’t looking her way, she had tried to imagine them smiling. That’s how it was supposed to be. Just not with her.
Dropping the drawing back into place, she walked quickly over to her sketchbook, pulling it close and tucking a pencil behind one ear. Heading for the door, Namine stopped just before she left, looking back towards the boy kept frozen in time.
“It’ll be good for you… not to remember me. Maybe we’ll meet again. I’ll… I’ll make sure of it.”
First-Person Sample: [Voice]
Nngh… Hello? Why am I in the street? And why does my head hurt?
America, if this is some kind of joke, it’s not funny! I was only trying to take a nap. This is a pretty elaborate prank, even for you!
… Why is there no one else here? Where is everyone? Did... did something happen? This doesn’t seem good at all.
… Hello? Anyone?
Links: I played her previously at Discedo and as it seems there haven’t been any other Namine’s in the meantime, I’d love it if she could retain her memories! Her old account (when she was in Discedo previously) with all her previous IC interactions is over here: Livejournal account!