4 Monster Friends [Action/Voice]

[wildlittlegirl]

[ When Arietta first comes back to the village, she doesn't think much of it. Sure, there are a few new faces around, but she was kidnapped right before another New Feather cycle.

But as she makes her way back to House 47, things seem a bit strange. Dated, even. And they only get stranger when she finds out just who else is in House 47.

Finally she decides enough is enough, and goes for the journals.

Anyone who's met Arietta might notice that at the moment, she seems a bit... well. Older. ]



Hello. Um, I was wondering. Is Yushen listening to this? Or Wiz? [ Who else has been in Luceti for a long time...? ] Cloche?

If any of you hear this, I want to talk to you...

[ Where have all her Luceti friends gone 8'( ]


(( Arietta has been aged-up nine years in an alternate Luceti as detailed here! ))

Comments

[Voice]

[yourfononsarewhack]

[It takes a moment for Jade to place the voice and image - if only because his mental image of Arietta has always been so associated so closely with pure childishness. The fact that she seems to be older seems to indicate that many things could have changed. So he probes with a question.]

Arietta?

[Voice]

[wildoldergirl]

Yes, that's me. Who is...

[ But she trails off as the voice clicks in her memory. It's one she hasn't heard in a while, and probably one she'd been hoping not to hear ever again. Luceti had become her safe haven from all the bad things of her own world. And though there were certainly people from back home who she'd missed... ]

Jade.

[ none of them were murderers. 8( ]

[Voice]

[yourfononsarewhack]

[Sheesh, you kill one monster mom...]

Correct.

[The contrast between his previous Luceti encounter with Arietta speaks volumes. Could this one be capable of conversation? He wonders what could have changed.]

What's happened to you?

[Voice]

[wildoldergirl]

Can't you tell? I've been here for a long time.

[ It was the important monster mom, okay. Harumph. ]

Hasn't anyone told you about how time is strange here? [ Because she doesn't want to ok. ]

[Action]

[savedtheworld]

[Aang was standing hesitantly near the smithy when he noticed someone's approach - and he turned to see the older woman. He couldn't place just yet exactly who she was, but something about her was so very familiar. Either way, he greets the stranger with a meek wave.]

H-hello?

[Action]

[wildoldergirl]

[ Arietta is quiet for a moment, trying to recognize the face or voice.

... Nope. ]

Who are you?

[Action]

[savedtheworld]

[But Arietta is only seeming more and more familiar to Aang. Just... older. And not knowing him. Even if she's someone different... it still stings.]

My name's Aang. Sorry... I thought you might be someone I know. But... I guess that's silly.

[Still, he's wondered where Arietta's been lately.]

[Action]

[wildoldergirl]

Sorry... You don't look like anyone I know.

Are you a New Feather?

voice

[implanta]

[Cloche had her journal open while she had been reading, listening to anything that was coming through. She wasn't anticipating hearing someone calling her out though! After a moment, she'll pick up the journal and respond.]

Yes? You were asking for me?

[Someone wondering about the theater group, maybe? It didn't sound like any voices she knew off the top of her head. If not, well that was fine too!]

voice

[wildoldergirl]

[ Arietta stares at the picture for a little while, trying to recognize the person in it. She didn't think she knew this person... ]

Um, no... I don't think so. I don't remember you.

[ So why did she respond? ]

voice

[implanta]

You asked for 'Cloche' and I am Cloche. I'm the only one in Luceti as far as I know. [Unless the New Feather cycle brought in a new one, but she was certain she would have seen it.]

voice

[wildoldergirl]

Really? Oh. Are you sure? I know a Cloche with really pretty blue hair... She's been here a really long time, too.

[blessingone]

[ Chances are low that Fenimore would come to the conclusion that this somewhat familiar girl was a much older Arietta from just a glance, so it's likely that they would have passed by each other none the wiser had Fenimore not had a follower who is less concerned about the fine details of recognizing people.

Ques the peepit has been under Fenimore's care since he was a chick less than a foot tall two years ago and has thus lacked a proper peepit role model in his life. As such, now that he's over five feet from the tip of his head to the bottom of his long tail feathers, he generally tends to hop like he did as a tiny chick rather than fly. Today, he's hopping along behind Fenimore, who is...mostly ignoring him, really. This is pretty normal. All she needs to be sure is that he is moving about to try to work off the excess food that Grune stuffs him with. He's mildly plumper than the picture would suggest.

Unlike Fenimore, Ques stops to examine Arietta, tilting his head back and forth. He doesn't really know much about people, but he's only seen one with pink fur before. ...Maybe. His memory isn't very good. But he remembers she was friendly and he also remembers that peaches are also pink. He likes peaches. Grune gives him plenty. Maybe this girl was colour-coded pink because she also has peaches. It's a tenuous connection. But Ques is not exactly the most intelligent of beings. It's good enough for him.

He hops in her direction to greet her. Fenimore will probably notice his absense behind her eventually and come back for him, but for now Arietta gets to deal with the peepit. ]

[wildoldergirl]

[ omg Ques you are the cutest thing

But Arietta doesn't take long to notice the large monster hopping towards her.

And oh goodness aren't you just so precious come here and let auntie Arietta love you ]

Hi there! I haven't seen you before.

[ Can she pet you on the head? She is taller and can actually reach now. ]

[blessingone]

[ If Ques were better about understanding human language, he might be confused that she doesn't seem to remember him. But his understanding is rudimentary at best, so all he gets is that she's greeting him. He warbles a greeting back.

And he heartily agrees with this head-petting idea. Head pets are great and if she reaches out her hand to do so he may even bump his head against her hand to indicate that this is something he is totally down with. ]

[wildoldergirl]

[ Oh, she likes you already. Well, she liked you already for being a monster, but now she likes you already even better. ]

I haven't seen a monster like you before. Are you all alone here?

[ /pet pet ]

[Action] BECAUSE I CAN

[distressedude]

[At some point in Arietta's wandering, perhaps after she's gotten the idea that clearly something weird is going on with Luceti, she might just notice a certain green-haired boy sitting in a wheelchair under the shade of a tree near the plaza with a book on his lap.]

[He needed to start getting out more -- he knew that -- but actually getting out and doing things were so tiring. So far, all he managed to do was get to the plaza and suddenly become too tired to go on. But at least the weather was nice, and with a small blanket over his lap, it really wasn't a terrible place for to stop and read for awhile.]

[Of course, it's not too long before his mind starts to wander, and he finds himself just watching the people going by through the village. Some familiar faces, some new ones... but oh, that girl with the pink hair looks oddly familiar...]

[Action] SCREEEAM

[wildoldergirl]

[ Yup. She's still not entirely sure what's going on, but the village definitely seems to be missing some changes she remembers happening, at the least.

When she spots Ion, the wheelchair doesn't register. The book also doesn't register. Neither does the age difference between the boy she's looking at and the boy she last saw many years ago on Auldrant.

In fact, pretty much nothing at all registers, except for-- ]

Ion!

[ brb booking it over there right this second ]

[Action]

[distressedude]

[Despite the years of growth Arietta's been given courtesy of the malnosso, the moment she calls his name, Ion recognizes her voice. But rather than be concerned for the fact that Arietta's caught him in his chair, there's something else that grabs his attention first.]

...Arietta? Is... that you?

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

[There's something familiar about that voice, even if it seems a bit different somehow.]

... Arietta? Is that you?

[Voice]

[wildoldergirl]

Yes, it is. Um... Who are you?

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

It's Emil. You don't... you don't know who I am?

[action]

[dissonates]

[About that House 47 occupation...

When she gets home, Asch is at his most domestic, in the middle of making something in the kitchen with his cat weaving in and out between his feet (meowing away, true to her name) and Star the cheagle nibbling away at some lettuce on the counter. He's not expecting anyone- really, she's been gone so long he's started to wonder if he'll be living on his own from now on. Little does he know.]

[action]

[wildoldergirl]

[ Little does he know, indeed...

Arietta wanders in, a little tentative. The village seemed a bit weird, but the house still looks the same. Same furniture, same layout...

That's when she hears someone working in the kitchen. Her first thought is that it has to be one of her housemates. They'd at least be familiar faces! But when she heads to the doorway, what greets her is not either of the familiar figures she was expecting. ]

... Asch? Why are you here?

[ It's surprise, not any sort of anger, that's in her voice. ]

[action]

[dissonates]

[What the hell-

Asch turns at the voice, startled, on edge, and irritated to have been interrupted (and surprised, because not many can sneak up on him like that) in his own damn house, and immediately stops halfway to the nearest knife. She's... familiar, but way too old to match the name that comes to mind. He doesn't know that many girls with pink hair, and only one would think to just walk into this house like she owns it.

...Still, the unfamiliarity is... startling.]

I live here. [A beat, and then, less confidently,] ...Arietta?