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- dc comics: tim drake,
- detroit become human: connor,
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- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- fe3h: yuri leclerc,
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- ✘ star wars | anakin skywalker
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( ooc ; likely spoilers for rebirth endgame chapters within )
[ One moment she's there, in her apartment, and the next...back on Gaia. With no memories of the city, the other world, where she'd been for months, fighting to save the planet she'd been unceremoniously returned to. And then...after so much on the home front, she'd found herself right back in Etraya: her memories of the time before in tact, as well as the memories of the things she'd been through in the interim. The things Cloud had already known about, but kept from her.
After she reappears and processes all the memories, she has to recuperate a bit. Without anyone around, the usually-cheery Aerith doesn't have to mask her expression, and sits in her apartment, letting it all break over her like unceasing waves onto someone whose feet are thoroughly stuck in the sand. (It's not unlike when her plushie was destroyed, honestly, which feels like ages ago.) When that's...more or less done, she reaches for her phone.
She doesn't leave the unit, doesn't go down the hall. Yet.
In crafting a message to the network, she opts for text because, this time, she doesn't trust herself to keep a straight enough face. To keep all of what's happened - disappearing from this world, returning to her own with no memories of Etraya, and...the weight of their journey at home - from her voice. So, she takes a deep breath and begins typing, eventually sending out: ]
long time no see, etraya! or, maybe it hasn't been that long, considering all of the plant life at my place is still in good shape.
so...has anybody been back home? that is: was brought here, then went back somehow with no memories of ever having been here, then got pulled back again? consider me curious about the details.
i know i can't be the only one. right?
also...if there're any kind souls out there who don't mind giving me a little refresher on our current mission, it'd be much appreciated. thanks!
[ One moment she's there, in her apartment, and the next...back on Gaia. With no memories of the city, the other world, where she'd been for months, fighting to save the planet she'd been unceremoniously returned to. And then...after so much on the home front, she'd found herself right back in Etraya: her memories of the time before in tact, as well as the memories of the things she'd been through in the interim. The things Cloud had already known about, but kept from her.
After she reappears and processes all the memories, she has to recuperate a bit. Without anyone around, the usually-cheery Aerith doesn't have to mask her expression, and sits in her apartment, letting it all break over her like unceasing waves onto someone whose feet are thoroughly stuck in the sand. (It's not unlike when her plushie was destroyed, honestly, which feels like ages ago.) When that's...more or less done, she reaches for her phone.
She doesn't leave the unit, doesn't go down the hall. Yet.
In crafting a message to the network, she opts for text because, this time, she doesn't trust herself to keep a straight enough face. To keep all of what's happened - disappearing from this world, returning to her own with no memories of Etraya, and...the weight of their journey at home - from her voice. So, she takes a deep breath and begins typing, eventually sending out: ]
long time no see, etraya! or, maybe it hasn't been that long, considering all of the plant life at my place is still in good shape.
so...has anybody been back home? that is: was brought here, then went back somehow with no memories of ever having been here, then got pulled back again? consider me curious about the details.
i know i can't be the only one. right?
also...if there're any kind souls out there who don't mind giving me a little refresher on our current mission, it'd be much appreciated. thanks!
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architect sounds like one of those things that's tough to fake.
not the same thing, but i've time travelled before.
i know what disorientating's like.
( he's just saying. )
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weird.
seems like i was right: i wasn't gone for long.
here, anyway.
it was a good amount longer back home.
really?
was it...on purpose?
[ Seems like the kind of thing that would be disorienting whether you intended it or not. ]
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or didn't come home from going to get milk.
...the time travel? it's kinda split between being on purpose and on accident.
met some cowboys once though.
that was cool.
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i'll have you know i would've been a great kid and only disobeyed my fake parents /sometimes./
i did check, and it seems like i was honestly gone for no time at all.
literally.
not sure i understand, but weirder things have happened.
that does sound cool!
i've met some ranchers and farmers, but not sure about cowboys.
glad you got back to your own time safely? i assume?
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all the kids went to school.
i'm not a genius, but even i know 2 + 2 = 4.
(i would've been a terrible kid.)
( he's a terrible adult. )
weirder things like getting pulled here in the first place?
let's just go with "glad i got back to my own time".
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either way, you found me out, i guess.
you've solved my age puzzle!
[ To that question: ] kinda?
a lot of weird stuff happens to me. or at least just around me.
fair enough. glad you got back in one piece...