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Sanctum 00 | Arrivals
January 22nd, 2013 11:39 pm((This is set during Sora's operation to fix the lingering nerve damage from her impromptu Shine Spark during that first sortie with the Ravens; while she's unconscious...))
It's dark. The last thing she remembers is the somewhat-mean doctor lady - Letriel, that was her name! - telling her she was going to get started, and then... darkness. She wasn't sure how much time had passed between then and now. But... she's starting to see something...
She's in... it looks like a greenhouse, not unlike the one Hana's grandmother runs. It's an open space, but... it's crowded. Sora has to do a double-take as she realizes that the handful of girls in the greenhouse look almost exactly like her. Different hair, different eyes, some have different builds, they're of different ages... but they're all her. She looks down at herself; she's in the skirt she'd dug out the other day, to her surprise, since that wasn't what she was wearing when she was conscious last. Was this a dream, then?
And then, just to throw her for a loop, the closest one - with dirty blonde hair and amber eyes - waves and walks over. "I wasn't expecting to see another one of us so soon! It's been a little busy around here, lately," she says, as if in greeting. "Oh, where are my manners? I'm Itsuki. Itsuki Myoudouin."
( And it gets more surreal from there. )
It's dark. The last thing she remembers is the somewhat-mean doctor lady - Letriel, that was her name! - telling her she was going to get started, and then... darkness. She wasn't sure how much time had passed between then and now. But... she's starting to see something...
She's in... it looks like a greenhouse, not unlike the one Hana's grandmother runs. It's an open space, but... it's crowded. Sora has to do a double-take as she realizes that the handful of girls in the greenhouse look almost exactly like her. Different hair, different eyes, some have different builds, they're of different ages... but they're all her. She looks down at herself; she's in the skirt she'd dug out the other day, to her surprise, since that wasn't what she was wearing when she was conscious last. Was this a dream, then?
And then, just to throw her for a loop, the closest one - with dirty blonde hair and amber eyes - waves and walks over. "I wasn't expecting to see another one of us so soon! It's been a little busy around here, lately," she says, as if in greeting. "Oh, where are my manners? I'm Itsuki. Itsuki Myoudouin."
( And it gets more surreal from there. )
