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[audio - written] Selphie's Sad Times
*The journal starts off first with a breath, like someone is about to say something really important, but difficult to say. But instead of words, there's just a soft, slow sigh. Talking about this really isn't going to be easy, so she promptly decides to write things down instead. She writes very carefully, not committing to putting the words down until she's got them straight in her head, which is unusual for Selphie*
My whole life, I've never known my parents. They died when I was very young, it seemed, and recently I've gained back some memories of the orphanage I used to live in. I didn't know what they looked like, what they did, what kind of people they were. In a way, I think I accepted that. I was never adopted, and I was sent to live at a military school. That, for me, was always that. Of course I wondered. Of course I imagined they'd come back. But what I never imagined, was meeting someone here who does have memories of my parents.
These past couple of months, it's like my whole world has been flipped upside down, and I'm not even in my home world. Since the new year, one thing after another, and another. Sometimes it's just hard to know what to think anymore. It's not just this place, but the people too. I've always been a think-on-your-feet, live-in-the-moment type girl, but until recently, I don't think I ever really appreciated just how quickly everything can completely change, swept from beneath your feet, dumped on you from a great height.
Now that I've written this much, I'm not really sure what it is I wanted to say. I suppose, just that, even though this world isn't home, there's no underestimating what might happen, and how the people we meet here might affect us.
Just keep happy, everyone.
Just keep doing the things that make you smile.
*Then the journal entry finishes. There's not the usual signing of her name, not the usual message of love and peace, nor a scribbled love heart, or a smiley face. But she does go back to underline that last line, if even for her own sake than anyone else's*
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sleepmeditation to go approach the source of what felt like immense melancholy, immediately noting it was coming from Selphie's room.He crossed his arms, staring at her door while wondering what the problem could have been.]
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Whoa, hi! Uh, you okay?
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Uh! What?
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eww I wrote you're instead of your
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Unfortunately, Blue magic was just so darn boring, and while she worked she had her journal open. Which meant she got Selphie's message loud and clear. And that meant that maybe it was time to go check on the kid.
First stop was her room, where she gathered up a bottle of an orange-ish liquor and a couple of glasses. And then she knocks on Selphie's door.]
Hey, Selphie. It's me, Chandra. I got somethin' for ya.
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Hey, it's open. Come on in.
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Thought you could use a little liquid cheer. And I thought I could use a break from...ugh...studying.
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Hey.
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[She doesn't step inside, just stays where she is]
I, uh...caught a glimpse of your message. Just thought I'd check up.
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Thanks for sharing with us. [Talking about something so personal takes courage.] Are you alright?
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*Because, after all, what was it to anyone else? She's doing her best to suppress another sigh*
Hmm... I think so. Yes.
I'm fine.
I'll be okay.
*A lot of uncertainty, but she's trying to sound sure, if not too cheery*
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[Selphie doesn't sound so convincing, in his opinion.]
Would you like some company?
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[ACTION TIME!!]
[dun dun dunnn!]
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I can type, I swear ^^;;;;
I'm no longer convinced. :|
i dunnndi blame yooo
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[So he rolls up his sleeves and sets to work, prepping the ingredients and putting together something that, hopefully, will raise the girl's spirits: Another of those tart-yet-sweet baked apples and a strawberry daiquiri.]
[Only then does he put ink to paper.]
Come to the galley. I've got something for you.
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Hey, Zeff?
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[He nods to the galley table with the drink and baked apple.]
I need you to taste test that drink. Been a while since I made one of those and I need a second opinion.
[Right. Because it's not because he made it for her out of concern.]
[Whee!~]
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It's not just me, you know. Sora or Kairi, they'd be able to tell you about your family, too. So if you ever want any more stories...
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*Because she realises now just how her post might have sounded*
It's just, so much to take in. Part of me wants to know everything, all there is to know about them. But maybe... I have to give myself a bit of time to think about what you've already told me.
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I hope you're starting to feel a little better, at least.
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I think as much as the people we meet might hurt us, they can also make our lives better by getting to know them. Even if it's just the guy who can forge your swords into something better, somehow your life gets more...enriched, I guess, for knowing that person.
-- Adol
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