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discedo2012-02-06 10:43 am
waytoopatient) wrote in discedo2012-02-06 10:43 am
Entry tags:
01 || voice/action for housemates || thanks for the memories.
"I just have to go check on something!"
"I'll catch up with you later—"
Those words have echoed in Ran's mind for quite some time now, but she wasn't exactly expecting to hear them again like this. She'd only just tucked Conan into bed, having kept a close eye on him since he reappeared on Fortuna; they'd talked for a while, and it was then that these...images started appearing in her head.
Images from that day.
Except they're more than images, they're...memories.
And they aren't hers, either. They feel very real, though, as if they may as well have been; which is weird, considering she can see herself in them. Herself, in Tropical Land. Yelling desperately to "wait," with widened eyes practically begging not to be left behind...moving farther and farther away. Suddenly it's as if she's reading further into a book, to finally find out what happens.
She clutches the back of her head, as she 'remembers' the impact from the men in black striking it hard from behind. It hurts a lot, and something—some pill goes into her mouth, followed by water. Some experimental drug they keep talking about. They're testing it out on her; she's seen too much. She knows too much.
Except this isn't her at all, is it?
No. She can recognize Shinichi's clothes anywhere. And suddenly everything stops.
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[It's the middle of the night, and Ran hasn't slept very well after that. In fact, it...doesn't feel like she's slept at all, and she can only replay the memories in her mind, like a broken record; wondering what it all means, and what brought this on.
It has something to do with Shinichi, that much is obvious.
It has something to do with Conan. And though she doesn't know a hundred percent whether these memories are his, she knows they only appeared after she spoke with him this evening. She hadn't spoken to anyone else the entire day, after all. Not even over the communicators. Not even while she was on patrol, although once the sun rises, she sits up in her bed and reaches over for her communicator to change that.
She clicks it on voice, not wanting anyone to see how awful she looks, and decides to phrase the question in such a way as to not alarm anyone.]
...S-So! Um, did anyone else have a really strange dream last night?
[Laughing a little to make light of it. It's too real to be a dream, though. She knows, not to mention she hadn't really slept, so it could not have been one. But there'll probably more chance for a response if she words it like this, maybe. Hopefully. Experiencing someone else's memory is...is just too weird. Even for here.
Isn't it...?]
"I'll catch up with you later—"
Those words have echoed in Ran's mind for quite some time now, but she wasn't exactly expecting to hear them again like this. She'd only just tucked Conan into bed, having kept a close eye on him since he reappeared on Fortuna; they'd talked for a while, and it was then that these...images started appearing in her head.
Images from that day.
Except they're more than images, they're...memories.
And they aren't hers, either. They feel very real, though, as if they may as well have been; which is weird, considering she can see herself in them. Herself, in Tropical Land. Yelling desperately to "wait," with widened eyes practically begging not to be left behind...moving farther and farther away. Suddenly it's as if she's reading further into a book, to finally find out what happens.
She clutches the back of her head, as she 'remembers' the impact from the men in black striking it hard from behind. It hurts a lot, and something—some pill goes into her mouth, followed by water. Some experimental drug they keep talking about. They're testing it out on her; she's seen too much. She knows too much.
Except this isn't her at all, is it?
No. She can recognize Shinichi's clothes anywhere. And suddenly everything stops.
-----------------------
[It's the middle of the night, and Ran hasn't slept very well after that. In fact, it...doesn't feel like she's slept at all, and she can only replay the memories in her mind, like a broken record; wondering what it all means, and what brought this on.
It has something to do with Shinichi, that much is obvious.
It has something to do with Conan. And though she doesn't know a hundred percent whether these memories are his, she knows they only appeared after she spoke with him this evening. She hadn't spoken to anyone else the entire day, after all. Not even over the communicators. Not even while she was on patrol, although once the sun rises, she sits up in her bed and reaches over for her communicator to change that.
She clicks it on voice, not wanting anyone to see how awful she looks, and decides to phrase the question in such a way as to not alarm anyone.]
...S-So! Um, did anyone else have a really strange dream last night?
[Laughing a little to make light of it. It's too real to be a dream, though. She knows, not to mention she hadn't really slept, so it could not have been one. But there'll probably more chance for a response if she words it like this, maybe. Hopefully. Experiencing someone else's memory is...is just too weird. Even for here.
Isn't it...?]