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deernet2022-08-07 05:04 pm
shiro2hero) wrote in deernet2022-08-07 05:04 pm
video; un: shiro
[The video clicks on to show Shiro, sitting at a dining table - in the Mouse House, for anyone who's been there before. He looks... different. Hollowed-out. More exhausted than usual, which is saying something, for him. But the biggest difference? His greying hair has gone completely white. All of it.]
[His hands are curled around a mug, with the omni propped up on something else.]
Hey, feels like long time, no see.
[The smile he goes for falls flat. He reaches down with his left hand, the real hand, to ruffle the fur of his Omen, the lion with her head in his lap.]
First of all... I'm sorry for what happened, recently. [The Beasthood Incident.] I want to thank the people who helped me out. You know who you are, and - I'd rather not get into it more than that, please.
That aside - I've really noticed there aren't a lot of us left from the Dream. From Deerington. That's no one's fault. It's just a little alarming to realize. Maybe it's better forgotten - I don't know. But, I'm offering what I have to anyone who wants to learn.
Either what Deerington was, what happened there, who was involved. Anything I still have.
I don't think it should be forgotten. Not after what was done to get us here. After what people went through to make it possible to wake up here. And who we lost in the process.
[He takes a deep breath, and lifts up the coffee mug for a drink. You know, to get himself centered and everything.]
[Except... the mug stopped steaming halfway through his speech. Something heavy slides around inside instead, and impacts Shiro's face with an audible THUD. His head snaps back, which allows the object to go plummeting down to the tabletop.]
[It's a solid brick of frozen coffee.]
[It isn't even melting in the summer weather. Just sitting there. Mocking him. Another slow, deep breath, to keep his eye from twitching.]
... also, if any coldbloods out there want to... help with this... blood ability mess? I'm... listening.
[His hands are curled around a mug, with the omni propped up on something else.]
Hey, feels like long time, no see.
[The smile he goes for falls flat. He reaches down with his left hand, the real hand, to ruffle the fur of his Omen, the lion with her head in his lap.]
First of all... I'm sorry for what happened, recently. [The Beasthood Incident.] I want to thank the people who helped me out. You know who you are, and - I'd rather not get into it more than that, please.
That aside - I've really noticed there aren't a lot of us left from the Dream. From Deerington. That's no one's fault. It's just a little alarming to realize. Maybe it's better forgotten - I don't know. But, I'm offering what I have to anyone who wants to learn.
Either what Deerington was, what happened there, who was involved. Anything I still have.
I don't think it should be forgotten. Not after what was done to get us here. After what people went through to make it possible to wake up here. And who we lost in the process.
[He takes a deep breath, and lifts up the coffee mug for a drink. You know, to get himself centered and everything.]
[Except... the mug stopped steaming halfway through his speech. Something heavy slides around inside instead, and impacts Shiro's face with an audible THUD. His head snaps back, which allows the object to go plummeting down to the tabletop.]
[It's a solid brick of frozen coffee.]
[It isn't even melting in the summer weather. Just sitting there. Mocking him. Another slow, deep breath, to keep his eye from twitching.]
... also, if any coldbloods out there want to... help with this... blood ability mess? I'm... listening.
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[Which is still weird and kind of gross.]
I don't think we met, back there. Then again, things were getting pretty chaotic around that time. Can't really speak for Julia, but I know she stopped being able to communicate with us toward the end.
Sure. We need all the backups we can get.
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I'm not sure that we'd met then, either. We might have spoken on the network briefly, but I have only the vaguest memory of that exchange. And I suppose everyone's arrival and awakening differed from Sleeper to Sleeper.
Admittedly, I didn't care much about her at the time: she pulled me from my world of origin abruptly, and considering I was not in the best of mindsets, it colored my first impressions. But in time, I made my peace with the situation. Dare I say, considering the connections I made, I can thank her for it.
I suppose I should introduce myself properly. I went by the name Albert Wesker then, though here, I've used the name Adrian Winters.
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Changing names is going around lately. I'm Shiro. [And then, trying to be funny:] Just Shiro. That's all the name I've got.
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[More serious now.]
It's a relief to know that I'm not alone with these thoughts. I knew of one other Sleeper who shared a similar line of thought, though she's since returned to her world of origin.
Dare I ask about those conversations? I'm curious about our history as I am about a lot of things.
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[How does it feel to get some bad humor tossed back at you, Shiro?]
No, you're definitely not alone. Hopefully some more people are still left who want to keep the memory alive.
It wasn't much. Just - brief little ones. Telling me to be careful, that she was trying to help... that kind of thing. I got the sense it exhausted her.