Who: Sumire Yoshizawa and you! Which: log, open Where: around Songerein What: catch-all for November: passive dream recording, dream board, Dreamotion practice Warnings: Prompt 1 involves character death, but otherwise nothing! Will update if necessary.
[ Sumire's not exactly sure how two related concepts can be so vastly different in practice.
It was mere hours after she awoke for the first time in Reverein that she was able to propel herself— and a passenger— up the length of a beanstalk with ribbons that grew magically out of her clothing. And contrary to how she'd heard it could be for some people, it had taken very little effort on her part. Somehow, flying was easy for her, as if she'd known how to do it all along, and just hadn't had the tools.
Perhaps, she'd thought at the time, Dreamotion just came easily to her. After all, both Gina and Futaba seemed impressed at what she'd been able to do.
But if that's the case... this should have been easy too, right?
Which therefore doesn't explain why she's currently sitting at the base of a tree with a piece of fruit in each hand— two halves of what was once the same whole— holding them together with a frown. She's got a headache coming on, and anyone who looks at her for long enough will see blood starting to trickle from her nose just as she releases her hold, a sigh of frustration on her lips as she murmurs to herself. ]
[ Without any games to speak of to throw her attention into, Chiaki has had to do something she never really had to before - venture out on her own, and explore the new world she's found herself in. Even on Jabberwock, she knew what she would find there, and any places she visited, she had company. Now she's on her own in a way she's never been. It's terrifying, but exciting, too.
When she passes by the tree that Sumire is sitting under, it's the fruit in her hands that catches her attention first, and then the trickle blood, and she tries to piece together how these things are related, before realizing that she's been stopped and staring for a few moments now.
Which means she should probably say something, right? It'd be weird if she just kept on walking, now, and maybe this girl needs help. She sounds upset. ]
[ Admittedly, Chiaki could have kept on moving and Sumire would never have known, such is her focus on the fruit in her hands. In fact, when the girl's voice addresses her, she startles out of her frustration, looking up in surprise— and slight embarrassment— when she sees someone watching her. ]
O-oh. Um...
[ How exactly does she explain that she's trying and failing to do something that she honestly has no idea is even possible...?
...Truthfully, she supposes.
Sumire holds the two halves of the fruit up toward the girl so that she can see they were originally parts of the same piece, and then lets them fall once more. So far, she hasn't noticed the blood trickling from her nose. ]
I'm, um, trying to use Dreamotion to see if I can put these back together again... but it doesn't seem to be working. I guess I'm not sure if it's even possible, but...
[ It's a unique sight, that's for certain. Unnamed's seen people doing a bunch of stuff he hasn't understood before, but trying to fit two pieces of fruit back together as opposed to eating it is a new one. If she wants to fix it, wouldn't tape be better than staring at it really hard...?
At least, that what he wonders right up until he catches a whiff of something coppery and tasty-smelling--and sees the red under her nose. ]
Ouh...!
[ He calls out to Sumire to get her attention as he hurries over, pointing under his own nose and then quickly pointing at hers.
"Blood!" he signs, hands a clumsy flurry of movement. "You hurt?" ]
[ Sumire's focused enough that the call actually startles her; and so for a moment she stares at the newcomer, not quite catching his meaning despite it being perfectly obvious. It takes her a moment or two longer than it should, and she reaches up to her nose, thumbing at the space underneath.
Her eyes widen when her finger comes away bloodied. ]
Oh...! Um... thank you.
[ Perhaps if she wasn't so caught up in her own head, she'd realize that he had made gestures with his hands to communicate and therefore likely couldn't hear her. As it is, though, she continues on: ]
I must have been focusing too hard. I guess that's why my head hurts too...
[ It's all good; he's only met one other person who doesn't talk to communicate since arriving in Reverein, and Shigeru isn't deaf like he is; he's mute. It can be frustrating not to hear people sometimes, but up until arriving here, he didn't have people to 'talk' to anyway! So it's just a thign that he deals with, most days happily.
He waves his hands for a second to hold her up, pointing to an ear and shaking his head.
"I am deaf," he signs, before summoning up his journal to repeat the words in printed form (via thought. his writing is....horrible).
[ Admittedly, she's somewhat mortified. Perhaps if she'd been paying better attention, she could have realized before he had to tell her— at the very least though he doesn't seem to be offended, and she finds herself relaxing, watching as the journal starts to write
(and admittedly gaping a little as it seems to be doing so by itself)
before she looks up at him and nods. She's quick to get out her journal too, writing her answer in as neat a hand as she can manage while responding quickly— she doesn't speak any form of sign, after all, and she's not sure she'd know where to begin expressing herself in such a way.
"I'm okay. I'm so sorry for making you worry!! I think I was focusing too hard on what I was doing, so this happened..." ]
[ There's no offence taken whatsoever♥ He's more than used to it, and after spending the only life he remembers in a world full of other zombies who couldn't communicate, having the ability to do this much is already something he's grateful for. Telling people to write or sign instead of speak and having them understand is no inconvenience whatsoever.
He gives Sumire a smile and then turns his attention to what she's written.
"It OK. I happy you OK. What you doing? With fruit."
[ He's sweet. And, she realizes quickly, he's easy to talk to. Perhaps it's partly just that she's able to write her thoughts out, rather than having to stumble her way through them— not that that's helped her so far while conversing with people via the journals...
Either way, right now it seems to be working. Which, when he asks the next question, is helpful, because her face alone makes her embarrassment clear, her cheeks turning pink as she ponders over how to explain what she's been trying to do.
"This might sound strange," she writes after a long pause, "but I was trying to fix it. You know, with Dreamotion? I'm trying to learn how to heal and I thought this would be a good first step."
It's not a perfect explanation, and she'll address it further if he asks, but for now she thinks it's a good start. ]
[ He does see her face change colour, and for one brief moment he worries she's hurt or sick--a flushed face is a symptom of those, he's been told. But she doesn't look unhappy, and she keeps writing to him nonetheless. He wants to ask why her face has changed colours, but her explanation comes first.
Fruit >>> face colours (for now).
"Dreamotion can fix? I think only make thing," he imprints, tilting his head. He's never heard of using it to heal anything before... He was under the impression you could only make things appear with it. ]
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[open] dreamotion practice
It was mere hours after she awoke for the first time in Reverein that she was able to propel herself— and a passenger— up the length of a beanstalk with ribbons that grew magically out of her clothing. And contrary to how she'd heard it could be for some people, it had taken very little effort on her part. Somehow, flying was easy for her, as if she'd known how to do it all along, and just hadn't had the tools.
Perhaps, she'd thought at the time, Dreamotion just came easily to her. After all, both Gina and Futaba seemed impressed at what she'd been able to do.
But if that's the case... this should have been easy too, right?
Which therefore doesn't explain why she's currently sitting at the base of a tree with a piece of fruit in each hand— two halves of what was once the same whole— holding them together with a frown. She's got a headache coming on, and anyone who looks at her for long enough will see blood starting to trickle from her nose just as she releases her hold, a sigh of frustration on her lips as she murmurs to herself. ]
Why won't you work...?
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When she passes by the tree that Sumire is sitting under, it's the fruit in her hands that catches her attention first, and then the trickle blood, and she tries to piece together how these things are related, before realizing that she's been stopped and staring for a few moments now.
Which means she should probably say something, right? It'd be weird if she just kept on walking, now, and maybe this girl needs help. She sounds upset. ]
What are you doing?
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O-oh. Um...
[ How exactly does she explain that she's trying and failing to do something that she honestly has no idea is even possible...?
...Truthfully, she supposes.
Sumire holds the two halves of the fruit up toward the girl so that she can see they were originally parts of the same piece, and then lets them fall once more. So far, she hasn't noticed the blood trickling from her nose. ]
I'm, um, trying to use Dreamotion to see if I can put these back together again... but it doesn't seem to be working. I guess I'm not sure if it's even possible, but...
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At least, that what he wonders right up until he catches a whiff of something coppery and tasty-smelling--and sees the red under her nose. ]
Ouh...!
[ He calls out to Sumire to get her attention as he hurries over, pointing under his own nose and then quickly pointing at hers.
"Blood!" he signs, hands a clumsy flurry of movement. "You hurt?" ]
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Her eyes widen when her finger comes away bloodied. ]
Oh...! Um... thank you.
[ Perhaps if she wasn't so caught up in her own head, she'd realize that he had made gestures with his hands to communicate and therefore likely couldn't hear her. As it is, though, she continues on: ]
I must have been focusing too hard. I guess that's why my head hurts too...
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He waves his hands for a second to hold her up, pointing to an ear and shaking his head.
"I am deaf," he signs, before summoning up his journal to repeat the words in printed form (via thought. his writing is....horrible).
More words appear: "You okay? Nose is red." ]
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(and admittedly gaping a little as it seems to be doing so by itself)
before she looks up at him and nods. She's quick to get out her journal too, writing her answer in as neat a hand as she can manage while responding quickly— she doesn't speak any form of sign, after all, and she's not sure she'd know where to begin expressing herself in such a way.
"I'm okay. I'm so sorry for making you worry!! I think I was focusing too hard on what I was doing, so this happened..." ]
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He gives Sumire a smile and then turns his attention to what she's written.
"It OK. I happy you OK. What you doing? With fruit."
He's still curious about that one. ]
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Either way, right now it seems to be working. Which, when he asks the next question, is helpful, because her face alone makes her embarrassment clear, her cheeks turning pink as she ponders over how to explain what she's been trying to do.
"This might sound strange," she writes after a long pause, "but I was trying to fix it. You know, with Dreamotion? I'm trying to learn how to heal and I thought this would be a good first step."
It's not a perfect explanation, and she'll address it further if he asks, but for now she thinks it's a good start. ]
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Fruit >>> face colours (for now).
"Dreamotion can fix? I think only make thing," he imprints, tilting his head. He's never heard of using it to heal anything before... He was under the impression you could only make things appear with it. ]