Saionji Hiyoko (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
konpeitoqueen) wrote2014-07-14 05:35 pm
konpeitoqueen) wrote2014-07-14 05:35 pm
❀ 7th Konpeito ❀ [Video/Action] (Backdated to 13th July morning)
VIDEO
[When you open up the video feed, you'll see Saionji's face pressed up really close to the screen. As if she doesn't want to show anything else. You can hear an endless pitter-patter of rain in the background, too. HEY GUESS WHO GOT UNCEREMONIOUSLY SCARED OUT OF HER WITS YESTERDAY? The, ahem, recent events in Goldenrod definitely didn't help to calm her down when that happened. Holy shit.
Now that she's awake, though, it's time to be a good citizen and inform everyone of something odd going on! ...Right?]
Someone, send a search party to look for a dead body in the National Park. Specifically, one that might have been torn apart by birds.
[She's not at Goldenrod yet, so she keeps the message short- which might not be a good idea. Who needs explanations, anyway? She's Saionji Hiyoko, just fucking do it!]
ACTION
[If you're in Route 35 or the general north outskirts of Goldenrod, you might spot a girl with a short bob cut walking in the rain with the most sour expression and a pathetic yellow wax umbrella over her head. She's tucked her (utterly drenched) large yellow hat under her right arm. She normally wears it to conceal thathideous new haircut of hers, but she doesn't want to have even more a headache than she already has.
And when I say she looks utterly miserable, I mean 'her kimono is drenched up till kneelength with mud, she's sniffling periodically and there is dried soil between her toes' miserable.
...Will you approach? She looks like she might bite you.]
[When you open up the video feed, you'll see Saionji's face pressed up really close to the screen. As if she doesn't want to show anything else. You can hear an endless pitter-patter of rain in the background, too. HEY GUESS WHO GOT UNCEREMONIOUSLY SCARED OUT OF HER WITS YESTERDAY? The, ahem, recent events in Goldenrod definitely didn't help to calm her down when that happened. Holy shit.
Now that she's awake, though, it's time to be a good citizen and inform everyone of something odd going on! ...Right?]
Someone, send a search party to look for a dead body in the National Park. Specifically, one that might have been torn apart by birds.
[She's not at Goldenrod yet, so she keeps the message short- which might not be a good idea. Who needs explanations, anyway? She's Saionji Hiyoko, just fucking do it!]
ACTION
[If you're in Route 35 or the general north outskirts of Goldenrod, you might spot a girl with a short bob cut walking in the rain with the most sour expression and a pathetic yellow wax umbrella over her head. She's tucked her (utterly drenched) large yellow hat under her right arm. She normally wears it to conceal that
And when I say she looks utterly miserable, I mean 'her kimono is drenched up till kneelength with mud, she's sniffling periodically and there is dried soil between her toes' miserable.
...Will you approach? She looks like she might bite you.]
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What's the best kind of friend, then?
[Tell her. Something. These seven months on the Pokémon world have been... nicer than back home, but at the same time, the people here- she has no power over them.
It's frightening. And she doesn't know what to think, half the time, but pretends that she does.
For Saionji, that's only ended in disaster.]
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Heh, well, for me personally- someone who I can trust. If I were ever in trouble, then they'd want to help as much as they could not because if we don't then we're told we're not a good person, but just because they're worried and care for me that much.
And vice versa. I want to feel that kind of emotion too. Well... I suppose that isn't quite right. I don't want to feel it, but I want to know that I'm able to. It sounds contradictory, doesn't it? In a perfect world, ideally, two friends could just share all the good things and be perfectly happy.
But even in a place like this, bad and scary things still happen. Sometimes they're really horrible, like being attacked, and other times they're a bit smaller like you've just been spending the day in a bad mood.
With that in mind... It's important to have a friend you can place that kind of trust in. To trust that whatever happens, they'll help you get back up again and weather through things.
In return, that kind of friendship makes you want to do the same in return. It makes you want to give as much as you get.
There's a lot of things that make up an ideal kind of friend, now that you've got me thinking of it. It's a lot of little things that all seem to add up. Some of them bigger than others, but still all together making up something good. Like being able to just sit in the same room together and feel comfortable, or feeling like you're not as scared when they're by your side. Being glad when you see their name come up on the phone. Lots of things like that.
It sounds mushy when I say that out loud, heh!
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She can't remember much.
The friendship he's describing definitely isn't anything she would call a 'friendship'. Saionji would call that... being very invested allies. Something like mikata, only they're legitimately interested in the well-being each other, too. It's more than just obligations and social cues. Those kind of bonds are rare.
Which is why she really didn't want either her dad or Koizumi to leave her life.
(But they did. And unless they come here, she'll never see them again. She doesn't want to go to Yomi- she doesn't want to admit she doesn't believe in Yomi. She wants an idealistic Western heaven, but if anyone brought up the idea of it, she'd only laugh it off. Most human don't deserve to even touch that place. Her father and Koizumi, maybe.
Herself? Perhaps not. So it's the dwelling stench and rot of Yomi that she thinks awaits her, or a dark sleep. Not... this. She never expected this.)
Garry's done too much for her already, and for some reason, she doesn't want
herself to feel weakto look like a sap. So the first question she thinks of never makes it to her mouth.]...Are you that kind of friend with Ib?
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[The response, while soft, is said immediately and without hesitation. That's something Garry doesn't doubt at all.]
It's not the kind of friendship that I ever would have expected... But even though everything else in that world of Guertena's was horrible, I'm happier than anything that I was able to meet her. I'm happy that I was able to remember her when we left.
We almost forgot each other, you know.
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Somewhat.]
If you're such good friends, how did you two 'almost' forget each other? [It's... so strange, to actually say 'friends' as it is. Friends. Ugh, she still hates the word, though. Since Garry brought it up so nonchalantly, she's expecting a good answer.]
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Either way, when we finally found the painting that started it all and made our way back... It was as if nothing had happened at all. I found myself back in the art gallery, just looking at paintings. Paintings that pulled themselves from their frames to try and kill you, dolls that followed you around demanding you stay and play with them, mannequins that came to life and struck out... I didn't remember a bit of it.
So I just kept going on about my business, until I found myself standing in front of this one statue of an enormous rose. I was just admiring it when I heard a small voice ask me what I was looking at. This small girl, who I would have sworn I had never seen before, was right besides me. I told her what it was called, mentioned how strangely familiar it seemed to me, and then turned away to leave.
If I hadn't reached into my pocket for something, then I probably would have just kept going. But, when I did, I found something strange. Something that wasn't mine. It was a lovely girl's handkerchief, stained with bright red blood and in one corner had bright red stitching with two letters. "Ib".
The two of us realized that it was hers. As I stared at it more, everything started to come back. I had gotten this handkerchief in a dreadful place, when a painting on fire had shattered and the glass had cut into my hand. [He shifts his hand around so that Saionji can see it. From the knuckle of his thumb and going across the rest of his hand is a long pale scar.]
She had something of mine, too- a piece of candy I'd given to her after she'd fallen asleep in that place and awoke from a nightmare. With those things, we remembered just what had happened to us and we had proof that it hadn't been something just in our heads.
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...You really do remind me of someone. Two people, in fact.
Try to stop having such a bleeding heart. If someone happened to you because of it, I don't think Ib would like that.
[Is that character growth, Saionji?]
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But promise to be careful as well, okay, Saionji? If anything like this happens again, just call me, and I'll come running. Ib and I both like you very much!
THE IB CAST WILL BE THE DEATH OF HER
Kyahahah! You don't have to remind me. [But it looks like you've made her mood improve, Garry! Maybe the Arcanine's warmness is actually managing to melt the icy cockles of her stone cold heart.]
DING DONG, A BODY HAS BEEN DISCOVERED
Heh, I suppose I don't! Say, Saionji, would you want to stay with Ib and I for the night after everything?
SCREAMS
I talked to Ib, recently. After she caught a Ditto. She offered to let me stay with you two.
And I did accept, so I guess I'm fine with it. Someone has to make sure you two don't end up falling prey to a conman, or anything like that.
CACKLES
We'll be glad to have you with us.