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...To The Past? [Open]
"Why did I come in here?"
There were very few things Sasami regretted. One of those things? Walking into the art hall. She'd never thought it was needed to come visit here, but, after the whole thing with the Tapestry, curiosity came and bit her hard. The Tapestry wanted to show her things of the future. She'd just wanted to see things of the past. Out of curiosity, she looked at the first statue before her and gasped at what was being shown.
Herself at 3 years old, on a small platform, dead (at least in her mind). Over her was the form of Tsunami, ready to assimilate with her and revive her.
She stepped back, reeling in fear. Why did it show her that?! Of all the things she could have seen, it was that.
"Please, change it! I don't want to see this anymore!" Sasami pleaded, but it seemed like it was stuck at the moment.
There were very few things Sasami regretted. One of those things? Walking into the art hall. She'd never thought it was needed to come visit here, but, after the whole thing with the Tapestry, curiosity came and bit her hard. The Tapestry wanted to show her things of the future. She'd just wanted to see things of the past. Out of curiosity, she looked at the first statue before her and gasped at what was being shown.
Herself at 3 years old, on a small platform, dead (at least in her mind). Over her was the form of Tsunami, ready to assimilate with her and revive her.
She stepped back, reeling in fear. Why did it show her that?! Of all the things she could have seen, it was that.
"Please, change it! I don't want to see this anymore!" Sasami pleaded, but it seemed like it was stuck at the moment.
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In truth, there had been one too many blows in only a few days time, and she wanted some time to think, to be by herself a little, so she was walking by the art room, just to see what was there, when she heard an outburst, recognizing the voice of her Otouto-chan's girlfriend.
"Sasami? Are you all right?"
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"Oh... no, not really.." she said, hanging her head.
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"What's wrong?"
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"Oh Sasami," she said, looking a little alarmed. "What happened here?"
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"Sasami, are you all right?" she asked, slithering through the air between the statues.
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It had been awhile since she'd seen her fellow princess and there was still just a bit of doubt if still calling her just Jeka was still reasonable. At the moment, though, it didn't matter. The statue hadn't changed and it was still showing her that scene.
"That statue... i-it won't change! I-It's still like that! I...!" she cried out. She didn't like it at all.
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"Then, if there's nothing you need right here, I'd suggest moving to another area of the statuary," she said, putting a comforting hand on Sasami's shoulder. She could certainly understand not wanting to see what the statue was currently showing!
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"Th-thank you, Jeka, I..." Sasami started to say, letting another shiver free as she hung close.
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She blinked as she saw Sasami though, and she was definitely upset. "Sasami-chan? What's wrong?"
Yeah, she hadn't noticed the statue yet.
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"Hikari-chan, that... that statue, it's...!" she stammered, pointing at the still-offending statue.
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"Hikari-chan, that's... I..." Sasami stammered. "That's me... I'm..."
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"Sasami, what's wrong?" she asked, kneeling down to her level before she gave her a tight hug.
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"Th-that statue... i-it's...!" she stammered, the offending statue not switching at the moment.
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"It's...?" she asked, still trying her best to offer support to her little sister.
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A few moments later, Hay Lin would be greeted by her little surrogate sister, running up and wrapping her arms around her in a panic.
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