dream 002 ☄ memories of the 1920's

[yatagarasu]

[ Warnings: Violence, death, blood
Effects: None...again. ]

The girl's cropped hair is black, and she looks to be around thirteen or fourteen years of age. Her outfit - blouse and long skirt and all - is as dark as her hair, and she's gripping a gun still in its holster. A simple revolver whose case depicted a small raven in flight.

She is standing in a dim office - so dim that the single lightbulb focused only on her. It was like being in the spotlight, literally. A corner of the desk is visible, but beyond that is pure darkness.

After looking down at her shoes, she speaks up.

"Please," the girl whispers. "I want to finish what my father started. I promise you won't regret it."

* * *

The same girl is now running down a street in the middle of the night, now wearing a waitress uniform. Her hair as grown a little longer, but it can still be considered short. Her heels click on the pavement as she goes, and she nearly trips. Grumbling, she kicks off the shoes and resumes running.

Behind her, a bullet ricochets off a trash can as she curves her route in an attempt to evade their shots while she still couldn't find a hiding place.

"She's an agent! Get her!"

The girl turns a corner into an alley, raises her gun and returned fire - only to realize that she had just fired her only bullet. She pulls the trigger again and again, and checks the gun; it really only had one bullet to start with. But...but that was impossible!

She walks ahead deeper into the alley...

* * *

...and into another room. A ransacked room with signs of struggle. And on the floor was a man lying in a pool of his own blood. He had died of a stab wound to the chest, and his eyes were closed. He had short brown hair tied in a half-ponytail, and wore a blue scarf with cloud patterns.

"Kay."

The same man, unscathed and alive, was standing behind her, scarf and all. She jumps, her eyes wide and her mouth open in a yell of shock.

"D-Daddy?!"

"Yes, Kay, it's me."

Kay could only stare at him, and back at the corpse, and again...

"Is it really you?"

He extends a clean hand toward her.

"Yes, it's me. Why shouldn't it be me?"

"B-b-because you're...you're..." Kay bites her lip, shuddering. Could he not see the dead body behind her? Tentatively she reaches out...

* * *

...and accepts the badge of an agent. An agent of the FBI. The hand that had given it to her was no longer her father's. The burgundy sleeve was proof enough.

"I won't let either of you down, Mr. Edgeworth," Kay declares, standing tall.

[And Kay sits up, wide awake and breathing hard...and she may be sweating a bit. She looks around her room several times before grabbing her Dreamberry and switching it off without another word. Yeesh, this again?]

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[keptdown.livejournal.com]

[ he doesn't like prying into people's dreams. he doesn't like it, he's never wanted to do it, but-

-- for a moment he really just can't breath, because instead of Kay's father laying there dead from a stab wound, it's his father and the blade is in his hands and he's really sorry oh god. (Suzaku has to get up and excuse himself from watching the rest of it, has to run to the bathroom and nurse the metaphorical punch to the stomach he took.)

he returns shortly to finish it (can't leave a job half-finished), watches Kay accept her badge, sees himself in the Britannian military, and invests in partial time to stop thinking. stop. and then, slipping it onto the couch next to him, pushing the blankets covering him to the side.

quickly turning the video function on, he schools his expression to something more neutral and- ] Kay. Are you alright?

[ he wants to ask. he really wants to ask, but it's private and the chance that he'll be asked something about his own father is high. Suzaku isn't sure he's ready to tell anyone of what happened that day. ]

[ video ] I FORGOT ALL ABOUT PRIME MINISTER KURURUGI WHILE WRITING THIS AAAAAA

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

[Kay blinks. She's a little okay, less shaken and more awake.]

I'm fine...it was only a dream.

[perfektioniert.livejournal.com]

[Though usually the perfect picture of composed calm, Franziska looks the slightest uneasy.]

Are you having difficulty sorting through your real memories and the lies that this city has implanted in our heads?

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head.] Not really...I still know my dream was about what happened here...when I was working in the FBI with you and Mr. Edgeworth and everyone else...

[perfektioniert.livejournal.com]

Good. [The young woman's voice may sound a little more steely than normal, but only because she is having difficulty with her own alternate life memories.]

There is little use in staying so foolishly fixated on the past. [More to herself than to Kay, perhaps?] It is very fortunate that you are not a fool like the rest of the residents in this city.

...But you were quite the competent employee, for the record.

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

You're right.

...And thanks. You were amazing too, Miss von Karma.

video;

[monkeyflirt.livejournal.com]

...Hey, are you okay?

video;

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

[She nods.]

...Yeah. I'm okay.

video;

[monkeyflirt.livejournal.com]

Are you sure?

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[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

...Yes, I'm sure. [NOT.]

[likearhino]

[It's all a little confusing right now but Beat knew exactly how it felt to lose someone close and important in a similar manner. Not his own parent but someone of even greater value to him. He's unsure of what to say at first but the most obvious one is what comes out his mouth.]

Yo, you aight there?

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I'm fine. [And she does try to look the part.]

[likearhino]

[And that's exactly what he used to do, too.]

...S'gotta be tough seein' somethin' like that.

[spectaculaire]

...Kay?

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Tamaki?

[spectaculaire]

Are you all right? That looked like a rather unsettling...dream. [he wasn't sure if it was a memory or not since he recognized a few things from that 1920s week. yet he had seen a number of dreams where both fused together.]

[naivelysanguine.livejournal.com]

Kay... are you alright? I... if you ever need to talk about anything, I'm here.

[They may have only spoken twice, but Kay was extremely lively and sweet, and Euphie wanted to make sure that didn't change. So if the girl was feeling down at all, she wanted to do everything she could to help Kay feel even the slightest bit better.]

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

I'm...I'm all right, Euphie...thanks. It was...only a dream.

[naivelysanguine.livejournal.com]

[Having had her own share of nightmares of Clovis' death, in addition to the ones following Lelouch and Nunnally's disappearance years ago, Euphie knew how it felt all too well.]

Even so... I know it hurts seeing those things, dream or not.

[prosecutes]

[Edgeworth, too, is haunted by the memories of another life. Though he may have had his own near-death encounters, he had nearly forgotten up until now that his coworkers were in that very same scenario, including Kay. He feels guilty. Not only for having accepted a foolish girl's pleas to give her a job, but to forget for even a moment the difficulties of what she had to go through.

He feels as though he should speak with her about all of this, but isn't quite certain how. The best he can begin with is an apology.]

I put you in many dangerous situations back then. [Whether it was real or not (many of Somarium's visitors debate this), as far as Edgeworth can tell, it was. Which means the danger was real as well.] I'm sorry.

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

[H-HEY SHE WASN'T FOOLISH - no wait she was like, only thirteen or fourteen then oh sob

Kay has been playing the I'm-okay-it's-all-right game since she realized her dream was broadcast over the network. Really, it was only a dream. She didn't regret her decision - even if the work had been more dangerous than being the Yatagarasu in real, real life. But Edgeworth's words now seem to drive all the risks home, the scary parts of living her double life as an agent who signed up at a very young age just to carry on her father's mission.

She can't play this game forever. And, it's difficult to ignore the fact that in both her true past and her Somarium-created past, her father had died. In both her pasts, she vowed to carry on his ideals.

So her voice is at last reduced to the whisper of a little girl in a big, big world.]

M-Mr. Edgeworth...it wasn't your fault... [The choice had been hers, after all.]

[prosecutes]

[The prosecutor isn't quite sure whether she was feeling this way to begin with, or that it was a result of something he had just said. But either way, his knowledge of consoling someone is limited. He has no handkerchief or spare cravat to offer her this time, since this is a video communication.]

It was. [This is clearly not up for debate.] However, I am glad that ultimately, no harm came to you. [The emotional harm of losing her father was there once again, but aside from that, there didn't seem to be much, and she had miraculously avoided taking a gunshot or being stabbed during that crazy lifetime.]

[video] SLIDES IN LATE LIKE I'VE BEEN HERE ALL ALONG i-if that's okay...

[maskmastery.livejournal.com]

[His manner is sympathetic, his voice soft, like he doesn't want to intrude on this. Dreams are, after all, very personal - having broadcast two of his own to the network, he understands this all too well.

Still, there's a dry smile on his face.]

I have to admit, there have been few dreams quite so vivid as those so many of us shared... It's unsurprising that they linger with us still.

[video] WHAT IS LATE. =3

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

Yeah...I think about them every now and then too. Even though I know that wasn't what happened in my real past.

[video] I LIKE THAT ANSWER.

[maskmastery.livejournal.com]

I believe it would be difficult not to, as involved in them as we were - particularly when the event itself was without explanation or apparent reason.