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dix-neuf. [ accidental video ]

[ Sheryl is sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, holding a mug of tea. Sigurd, a swan, is nestled next to her in his own nest of pillows, neck draped over her knees. The television seems to be on somewhere in the background, but neither of them are paying attention ]

...I wish you wouldn't go.

[ he cocks his head, fixing her with one eye ] I've always been here, and I'll always be here.

Mm. It's not the same, is it?

It's not. [ he lifts up his head, nudging her cheek gently ] But you'll be all right. I should know.

[ The tender moment is broken when Sheryl seems to catch sight of whatever's broadcasting. Seeing the blinking light on top of the television's webcam, she lets out an embarrassed-sounding yelp, before throwing her entire mug of tea at it, shutting down the feed ]

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[since kamina could give less than a rat's ass about being a GQMF, it takes him a lot less time for him to get ready. presentable, yes. making girls fall at his feet, well of course. he is an accidental GQMF. bitches don't even know.]

Took you long enough, [he teases. sky creeps up behind sigurd and lightly nudges the stick in the mud with her muzzle.] Time to make tracks!

If they don't like animals on the airway, they can just ignore them! [ Sheryl leads the way out of the apartment, looking far healthier than expected. There's a station down the street, and she stretches her arms above her head as they walk, enjoying the sunlight.

Fake sunlight, but it still counted. ]

[better than nothing, really. sitting inside and thinking about how you were sick was a lot worse than being sick. once he got her mind off of it, she'd feel better. that was the hope anyway. he stays a half-step behind, hands in pockets.] Not like they'd bother anybody either.

[ Sigurd certainly shares Sheryl's self-importance; now that he's out on the street he looks sleeker than he did inside, with an air that of course a swan walking down the sidewalk was perfectly normal. And the people walking by, for their part, seemed to pick up on that, and didn't pay any attention to him; it was only a block or two later that they'd stop and think about what happened. He waddled right under the turnstile without anyone raising an objection, and once on the train, settled into a seat and began to preen his wing feathers.

Daemons often indicate their owner's state of mind, and this was no exception. Sheryl opened her compact once she was seated, checking her makeup; she'd gone a little heavy on the blush to make her face look healthier, but after years of having stage makeup applied, knew exactly how much makeup was sometimes needed to make it look like you weren't wearing any at all. ]

[sigurd: most badass swan of all time. it's been proven.

sky was the same if by a different road. her presence demanded attention; huge and intimidating. at first. her silence turned fear into wariness and after a while, they forgot she was even there. security wasn't even sure they saw a dog get on the train by the time they'd fired up their walkie-talkies in earnest. the mountain of fur seemed to disappear in front of the passenger's eyes even as she took to fluffing the swan's feathers with her nose. kamina leaned over, giving the compact a suspicious look.]

I still don't get that make-up stuff.

[ she takes out the included powder puff, and bops him on the nose with it ] Of course you don't! It's something that only girls understand.

[ESDALKFJA;OIF wiping whatever it is off and pouting in a manly fashion] Ya keep it!

[ She closes the compact with a snap, leaning back to look out the window of the train. They've got a clear view of the "ocean" right now; the light sparkling off of it is almost blinding, and she squints her eyes behind her sunglasses ]

Some girls think it makes them look fake, or it means that they're shallow... but it's just a tool, isn't it? There's nothing wrong with wanting to transform yourself.

[he continues wiping the edge of his nose, more thoughtful instead of flaily.] Nah. Long as you don't forget who it is you transformed from you're alright. Looking back keeps ya from moving forward but if you forget who you were then you can never find who you wanna be.

Mm. Don't you have anything you'd rather forget?

Never thought about anything like that before. [he stares up at the ceiling and out the window to the fabricated sky above.

there were plenty of things he could do over (some of the more harebrained escape attempts, the first time he ever got beat up by a bigger kid, keeping simon from getting dragged into half the trouble they got into as kids). they could always be improved. but hindsight was twenty-twenty and with that question in mind....] No. It's all made me who I am.

[ she seems to be thinking about it herself, absently running her fingers down one of Sigurd's feathers ] I've heard that people with implants-- people with the right sort of implants, that is-- can choose to forget things. They can erase painful memories or feelings... and I'd be lying if I said that I'd never thought that would be easier.

[ she shakes her head, though ]

But it wouldn't be better. Not really. It's what makes us human, isn't it? Having bad memories, and good ones...

[ she laughs, then, tossing her hair over one shoulder, every inch the same old Sheryl ]

How did we end up here, anyway? It's a nice day out, this is no time for thinking about gloomy things!

[he blinks at her before laughing and elbowing her in the side gently; mood whiplash to the extreme. give a man some warning.]

You're the one that brought it up!

[ thinking back thinking back... ]

...That's not important!

That's gotta be important!

[sky, who's since left sigurd to sit in between them, chides,] Don't correct a woman, Kamina.

See?

[ They're in the tunnel connecting the train to the island, and then suddenly out in the light again, suspended over fields and lakes. The mall rises in the distance, but Sheryl has different ideas ]

The next stop is ours!

[kamina pulls a face at sky in the dark and gets a light bite on the hand for his trouble. it's what he gets, really. the offense is easily forgotten, his face plastered to the window to get a better look at everything. next stop, he practically jumps off the train, stupid excited at the prospect of exploring.]

Where to?

That way!

[ She points off into.... nature. There's a small area with a cafe, scooter rentals, and the like, but she's already walking off across the grass in the other direction ]

[nature is a good place as any. he can't remember if he's ever been to island-3 before or not. that hardly matters though. if the place has grass, trees, and/or a place to swim, he's set for the next few hours. he does his best to take in everything in one instant and fails miserably, almost tripping over a rock in the process. smooth move.]

[ Sigurd turns back and snorts at him. Sheryl's already apparently decided on a destination, headed straight towards a copse of trees ]

Come on, hurry up!

[women.

kamina catches up in a couple of long strides (or a short jog, how could she walk so fast in heels; it was insane).]

[ it's part of the secret arts of women passed down through generations. Once she gets to a dirt path leading through the trees, she stops and spins around once, arms out ]

If you're talking about islands, this one is definitely the best!

[he must learn and master these secret arts.]

How come?

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