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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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[ because that is a synonym for Sheryl Nome ]

[that is very true.

the huge lump she shares the apartment with might be watching from the door.

and it's not kamina either. think more along the lines of irish wolfhound.]

[ she tilts her head back over the back of the couch, looking at her upside down, a scowl still on her face. YOU SAW NOTHING ]

[sky quietly chuckles and shakes her head before re-joining kamina. she's the one with all the tact.]

[ Sigurd cocks an eye at her; she waves a hand irritably ]

Oh, don't give me that look!

[oh lawd. noting stops sheryl once she's on a roll.

the other lump and his daemon appear a few minutes later. sky told him, of course, but he promised under pain of bite that he wouldn't bring it up and promises were promises. he picks up the ultimate weapon of ultimate destiny then holds it out to her, a little grin on his face.]

[ she takes the cup back, but scowls into it and puts it down on the side table, pulling the blanket closer around her. She's been feeling feverish today, but her cozy tea-filled spot on the couch has been RUDELY INTERRUPTED and she will not forgive that!!! ]

[strike all those who have replied with a manifestation of your eternal white-hot rage in such a manner that your legend shall be carried throughout multiple worlds for as long as their earths circle about the sun!

or pout. either or.

he sits cross-legged on the free side of the couch, facing sheryl.]

You feelin' any better?

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I'm fine. I'd be up and around if I had anything to do!

[ Sigurd, knowing that Kamina's likely not to believe her and also that she's not exactly right, chips in his two cents ]

Her fever has come down from this morning, but it's not gone.

[ she glares at him; he does the swan equivalent of a shrug ]

[she was getting worse. spirit, strong until the end, but sometimes the body couldn't keep the same vitality. kamina hums deep in his throat; it would be an outright lie to say he wasn't worried. the microscopic logical part knew that sheryl nome would die when she was good and ready to and not a minute before. still....

sky puts a paw on his knee, sharing a quick silent look before backing off.

she was right. no point in getting his knickers in a twist. you take things as they come and handle them with no regrets. one of the ways the dai-gurren dan rolls. he puts on a grin.]

So let's get outta here!

[ she's so used to doctors and nurses telling her that she shouldn't exert herself that it takes a minute for her to understand; once she catches up, though, a devious grin spreads across her face. ]

It's always rush-rush with you! Girls have to get dressed before leaving the house, you know!

[ she stands up, dropping the blanket on the floor as she leaves for the bedroom; Sigurd lets out a squawk as she strides purposely across the room. He calls out warnings about moving too quickly in her condition as he flies off the back of the couch to follow, and gets shut out of the room for his trouble.

She emerges with a fashionable spring outfit in place of her pajamas, a floppy sun hat on her head, sunglasses in her hand. She and Sigurd share a look that seems to mollify him; then she turns to face Kamina ]

Island-3 it is!

[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!

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