scream what am I doing

[forgatmigej]

[It is late at night when the latest audio post hits the Santa Destroy network. There is nothing broadcast for many long seconds but the sound of waves. Eventually a voice comes through: female, soft, contemplative, and with a European accent.]

Hmmm.

Strange.

I am alive when I should be dead.

[There is a long pause. More waves crashing on a shore.]

Well, this can't be reincarnation, as I am in the same body. So, this is either one of Sylvia Christel's more bizarre tricks or... I am dreaming.

[A sigh; she sounds simply exhausted.] I don't know which I would prefer.

I wonder, is anyone even listening to this?

[The sound of waves come in again, this time accompanied by shifting sand. The voice is cautious when it returns.] I'll wait here. For now.

Comments

2/2. smooth operator.

[crownless]

[The communicator slips from his fingers and falls to the ground with a clatter.

He couldn't forget that voice even if he wanted to.]

...Holy shit.

[Travis scrambles to pick it up again--if others could come back, so could she; he's not drunk or anything so he can't be dreaming--and turns on the video. He can feel his hands shaking.]

Wh--

[What the fuck does he say?]

...H-hey.

http://youtu.be/4TYv2PhG89A

[forgatmigej]

[...Oh. This wasn't exactly what she was expecting either.] So there is a video function?

[She finds the button in record time and sure enough, she's on the screen too, smiling sweetly, despite also looking rather tired.] Hello, number six. [She pauses, closing her eyes to concentrate on the breeze, and her thoughts. She doesn't even know his name, she realizes. Does he know the truth about the UAA, Sylvia Christel?

...What does she say? She opens her eyes again.]

Did you make it to the top? [Did you keep your promise?]

kasfdkhdgf

[crownless]

[It's her. It's definitely her, whole and alive and still beautiful and smiling at him.

Travis swallows the lump in his throat and tries to smile back.]

Number one, now.

[How could he forget?]

...It's been a long time. Three years.

u◡u ♥ also no travis stop go back to being a douche ahhhhhh

[forgatmigej]

[Holly tilts her head to one side as she observes him. This certainly wasn't the brazen young man who had approached her on the beach. She straightens and gives him a small nod.] Good.

[The smile fades to be replaced with an interested frown.] Three years? ...Well, it certainly explains the phone. [The video turns towards the ocean as she turns the communicator around to look at the back.] And those skyscrapers. [When she appears on screen again, she is looking up and off-camera.] Much has changed, if there are skyscrapers in Santa Destroy.

Including you. [She turns back to him.] Barring your fashion sense. Three years, and you are still wearing those sunglasses, I see. [She smiles, pointing towards her temple.]

NO HE WILL BE MOE FOR YOU

[crownless]

[She's right. Travis is a different man now. It's only been three years since they've last met, but he looks like he's lived through so many more years: he's lost, he's gained, he's grown. He's bled, finally.]

Twice over, actually.
There was a sequel, y'know.

[Travis falls silent, taking in the sound of her voice again. God, they'd only known each other for, what, less than an hour? And yet here she is, talking to him like they've known each other for decades.]

Heh, you're wrong. [He taps the frames with a finger.] These ones are new.

porqueeeeeeee

[forgatmigej]

Was there? And here I thought the launch was a disaster.

Oh. [Holly places a solemn hand over her heart.] Of course. How foolish of me not to recognize the difference.

I hope this doesn't happen often, your opponents coming back from the dead. [She sounds like she could be talking about the weather.] It would make what I said about death being the final truth quite a lie.