Eighth Breeze

[salvagedlight]

Hey, uh... guys?

[It's Ven on the Cambot, looking a little... disturbed, shall we say.]

Anyone who can see the... the ghosts, I guess... [He pauses, looks to the side, then back at Cambot.] Are any of them saying they know you?

[Cam adjusts his camera so he's focusing on the... is that a little girl? It is, and she's standing next to Ven, staring up at him with big eyes the same color as his. Her hair is different, a light brown, almost sandy and pulled back in a short ponytail, but there's a similarity to their facial structures that probably isn't coincidence.]

[She's also covered in gashes that shine red, mostly over her arms and chest. And she just keeps watching Ven.]

Comments

[optimistickey]

[Obviously that did make the ghost happy. Maybe that'll draw attention away from who she thinks he is? Hopefully, anyway.]

Guess she did want that.

[salvagedlight]

[The girl grabs Ven's hand in both of hers and starts dragging him off down the hall. Ven throws a slightly panicked look over his shoulder back at Cambot/Sora and follows.]

I... guess I'll be back?

[optimistickey]

[Ven looks a little freaked there...Sora tries to be reassuring.]

You will! [But he nods at the Cambot so that it can follow Ven and make sure he's okay.]

[salvagedlight]

[A bit, yes. Cam follows as the girl drags Ven down the hall, and up to... the Theatrical Deck? Well... that actually kind of makes sense, as a little girl wearing a dress probably isn't going to want to play sports. Ven's looking more relaxed the longer she doesn't do anything else to him and isn't dragging him out an airlock or anything, but he's still a little tense.]

[optimistickey]

[Sora continues to watch as the ghost drags him to the Theatrical Deck. Well, there probably isn't anything dangerous there...but he is confused as to what the ghost wants out of him.]

[salvagedlight]

[Exactly what she said. Penna dives at a chest, picking up a swath of lace and pulling it over her head, smiling and twirling in a circle as she does.]

See? I'm a beautiful princess!

[optimistickey]

[Awww that's...kinda sweet. And somehow it makes him a bit sad, too.]

[salvagedlight]

[Seriously. All she wants is to play - it's possible she doesn't realize she's dead, or even see her injuries, since she's not asking for any sort of first aid. Ven watches her, his expression getting more shaky as she moves, then finally gives in.]

Look... um, Penna... [And he takes a deep breath.] Who are you? Who are we?

[She pauses in her twirling and looks back at him, confused.]

Why are you being silly?

[optimistickey]

[Sora is a little afraid of where this conversation may go. He doesn't say anything still, but is ready to step in if needed...]

[salvagedlight]

I'm not, I'm... I'm just confused. It's- It's kind of hard for me to remember things from when I was little, and...

[He trails off as her expression falls. She comes over to him, really close but not touching.]

But it's me. You know me.

[optimistickey]

[Sora's definitely wondering if he should step in now. Problem is, what would he say? Could he even serve as a distraction?]

[salvagedlight]

...Penna, I... I'm sorry, but I don't.

[As hard as it is for him to say it, it's harder to watch her face as it falls at that unhappy revelation. She looks so wounded. Whatever they had, they were close...]

But you've gotta! You remember me and Mommy and Daddy! We're family and family doesn't forget!