lucky_breath: (❝ performance ❞)
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lucky_breath: (❝ content ❞)
[Oh hey, Aht's finally wheeled herself outside. She was finally tired of being cooped up in her room and decided to go out and get some fresh air. She's wary, however, and never strays too far from the barracks.

It's a nice change and maybe she's even smiling. A little anyway. She's just sitting here, minding her own business. Why not stop by and see how she's doing?]
lucky_breath: (❝ missing Stocke ❞)
I can't dance anymore.

[it's scribbled in barely legible writing. She couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. Not being able to dance...it may hurt worse the actual loss of her leg. The ink is starting smear as she just...shuts her journal.]
lucky_breath: (❝ happiest tiems ❞)
[The video pans out for a moment and there is a shot of Aht's bed and then the floor and then...a collection of knives! Finally Aht's face shows up and she's grinning mightly.]

It's not my birthday just yet, but thank you for my knives Mister Lord Deior.

[but...]

It will be my birthday very soon! Can I have a party? Please?
lucky_breath: (❝ sunshine ❞)
Can someone help me make some candy?

[Chipper voice is chipper.]
lucky_breath: (❝ content ❞)
[It's late. Far too late for a little girl to be up at least. Aht had fallen asleep easily enough, but a particularly bad dream had jolted the satyros awake and she couldn't go back to sleep. So she took to wandering the halls and Keep grounds.

Maybe it would wear her out and she could sleep.]
lucky_breath: (❝ musical ❞)
[If your journal is open (or you happen to be passing by the orchard), you'll be treated to the delightful sounds of a flute. The music is odd, though. Almost like it's trying to be cheerful, but failing. She's trying to cheer up! Really. But she misses Kevas. And she's sure he doesn't want her anymore for real this time. And she's not even really sure what she's done now.

And this really makes her miss Stocke. At least he still wants her around. Or he would if he were here.

But Aht's a big girl! She should buck up and not cry. Stocke wouldn't want her to cry. So instead, she'll just play a song he really liked. Who knows? Maybe he'll hear it, wherever he is.

And maybe you'll hear it too.]
lucky_breath: (❝ missing Stocke ❞)
I can heal.

[She's very powerful. But she sounds kind of young and kind of sad.]

I can help.

OOC: Backdated to the 1st.
lucky_breath: (Default)
[The camera swivels wildly for a moment before it settles on Aht. She grins, then turns the camera to show a pumpkin carved into the likeness of a stranger]

Look! Mister Deior did invite Stocke!

[Not quite what she had in mind. But it'll do. She sets the journal down and crosses in front of the camera to take the pumpkin from its stake. And the moment she does, the pumpkin comes to life and promptly does a rather dramatic death in her hands. Aht is subsequently covered in the pumpkin's pulp. Not to mention the surrounding pumpkins have started whispering mean things. But they are ignored. Aht has sanked to her knees in view of the camera and is staring at the husk in her hands with watery eyes.]

S-Stocke?
lucky_breath: (❝ well-mannered ❞)
[Audio starts and Aht's voice sounds determined...and a little pleading.]

Mister Lord Deior Keep sir, will you please invite Stocke to your party? I miss him.

[...]

Please? [For good measure.]
lucky_breath: (❝ missing Stocke ❞)
[Aht's been back for a while now. She's regained her memories and hasn't left her room for much of anything save food and looking for Kevas. It hurts that she hasn't seen him in such a long time. Was he mad at her for infecting everyone? She didn't mean to! And she could only hope he would forgive her. He had to forgive her. She had already lost Stocke. She couldn't bear the thought of losing Kevas too.

So when the audio feed starts, Aht tries to be composed, really! But it's hard because Kevas is gone and what if he didn't want her anymore? When she speaks, composure is all but forgotten. Her voice is thick with tears, and anything but steady.]


Kevas, I'm sorry! Please come back! I'm so-sorry!
lucky_breath: (❝ unsure ❞)
[The audio starts and anyone who knows Aht can immediately tell she doesn't sound like herself. She had been feeling absolutely miserable since the party and finally mustered the strength to say something.]

Kevas...?

[Poor thing sounds like it hurts to talk]

Kevas I don't feel so good

[Pause.]

Stocke...? Where did you go? You said you wouldn't leave. I missed you. Good night, Stocke.

[Thaaat doesn't sound good, does it?]
lucky_breath: (❝ missing Stocke ❞)
Hang on, Stocke! I'll save you!

[Pause. This isn't...]

Gafka? Eruca? Where--where did everyone go? Answer me! Please? This isn't funny! Don't hide from me! Anyone? Raynie?

[...She whirls around.]

Stocke, where are you? You promised you wouldn't go away! Come back, Stocke, please! I don't want Eruca to take you away. I-I have to save you! Th-that bad man will take you away if I'm not there!

[Whomeever this Stocke is, he's not answering. It seems she's all alone in this empty hallway. She's starting to cry.]

STOOOOCKE!
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