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tushanshu2015-02-14 02:20 pm
seismometrics) wrote in tushanshu2015-02-14 02:20 pm
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Video - 001
[There's a small girl onscreen. Tiny, pale, likely no more than 13, with a mass of heavy, dark hair and pale green eyes that spear outward from the feed.]
[. . . Though there's something off about that glare. It doesn't quite seem to focus like a glare should. And the screen itself is not quite centered on her; it cuts off her chin.]
[But there's certainly enough visible to say that she is decidedly Displeased.]
[And wet.]
I think I've gotten pretty tolerant of weird stuff going on around here. Bending suddenly getting yanked away? Managed. Invasion of the purring fluffy things? Whatever. Dream-sharing? Yeah, fine. Way, way messing up the timeline, until my-- . . .
[She cuts herself off there, though, her lips pressing together sharply. And when she pushes on, she lets that go.]
Forget it.
The point is, enough's enough. When I go to sleep in my own bed in Earth, I'd better darn well wake up in my own bed in Earth, not turn over and find myself tipping over into a fountain in the Water Sector. Whatever's going on, somebody had better speak up about it now, because I'm wet and I'm cold, and there's some kedan family living in my house, and I want an explanation now so I can smash the source into a pulp several times with a rock and get back to bed.
[A sneeze. But she looks no less fierce for it, jerking the back of her wrist across her nose.]
Start now.
[. . . Though there's something off about that glare. It doesn't quite seem to focus like a glare should. And the screen itself is not quite centered on her; it cuts off her chin.]
[But there's certainly enough visible to say that she is decidedly Displeased.]
[And wet.]
I think I've gotten pretty tolerant of weird stuff going on around here. Bending suddenly getting yanked away? Managed. Invasion of the purring fluffy things? Whatever. Dream-sharing? Yeah, fine. Way, way messing up the timeline, until my-- . . .
[She cuts herself off there, though, her lips pressing together sharply. And when she pushes on, she lets that go.]
Forget it.
The point is, enough's enough. When I go to sleep in my own bed in Earth, I'd better darn well wake up in my own bed in Earth, not turn over and find myself tipping over into a fountain in the Water Sector. Whatever's going on, somebody had better speak up about it now, because I'm wet and I'm cold, and there's some kedan family living in my house, and I want an explanation now so I can smash the source into a pulp several times with a rock and get back to bed.
[A sneeze. But she looks no less fierce for it, jerking the back of her wrist across her nose.]
Start now.
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It's true.
Did they ever explain to you how people can be pulled from any point in time from their world, at any time? Well...that's what happened. Those of us that were still here were put to sleep. We spent all that time in the Dream Realm. I don't think any new people arrived during that time, but I can't be sure.
Once we all came out of it and returned to Keelai, new people started coming. Or, in your case, old people.
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Everyone's still waiting for me.
[There's the hint of something more raw, just beneath the surface. But Toph doesn't surrender it. Not here. Not to a stranger. The line of her jaw tightens, and she pushes on.]
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[Part of her did feel bad, given how badly the other girl seemed to be reacting. At least, Midii assumed it was bad because of the hostile tone. Or maybe that's just how the girl normally acted. She had no way of knowing for sure.]
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[Honestly, to date, Toph has accepted most of the Turtle's shenanigans with every ounce of pragmatism she has. And ironically, once upon a time, she had a conversation with a new arrival not so unlike this -- with her the taunter against the small, skeptical boy.]
[But to accept this . . . if she must accept this . . . it carries more weight.]
[Weight she's not sure she wants to take.]
[Responsibility she's not sure she can stand.]
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[How was she supposed to prove something like that? Words alone obviously weren't doing anything, and right then, words were all Midii had. Her own knowledge and experience.]
If you don't believe me, then ask around. When other people tell you the same thing, you'll know I'm right.