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presumablyalone) wrote2013-01-21 12:11 am
presumablyalone) wrote2013-01-21 12:11 am
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Fifteenth Firefly - [voice]
[ It’s been over two weeks since the New Year started, since Seto has considered himself yet another year older. That makes him seventeen this year, two years older than what he arrived here as.
Seto has never celebrated his birthday in his whole life. He’s celebrated his friend’s birthdays here, but not his nor even the old man’s back home. For as long as he can remember, his grandfather would just mark him a year older every year at some point. It isn’t likely that the old man actually knew when his real birthday was since he had only been with him since he was five. He was just an old man he lived with, an old man he rarely spoke to even until the very end.
But in his world, there had never been a point to celebrate a birthday or a way to, because they have nothing, not like they do here in Luceti. Not to mention, whoever is born into his world would have nothing to know of the date they were born. Survivors too because even if they remembered their birthdays, they would've no doubt lost track of time and dates.
There was never any to tell what month is coming up or which is ending. The only way to tell what time of the year it must be was when seasons would begin to change, watching the leaves, grass and temperature all change. It's how things were for him and his grandfather at least. He can't speak for the survivors whom he doesn't even know are alive, only assume if there are even any.
...It makes him wonder briefly to himself if the silver haired girl and Crow know theirs at all.
He's not one to complain, and really he won't, not about this. But... it would still be nice to have just one day that he can celebrate his birth, to be grateful for still being alive for another year when all others have died and to be grateful to his parents for giving birth to him. ]
What do you do when you don’t have a birthday? Like you can’t remember when it is. [The question comes after a moment after he opens up his journal.] Is there any way to just... make up a birthday?
Seto has never celebrated his birthday in his whole life. He’s celebrated his friend’s birthdays here, but not his nor even the old man’s back home. For as long as he can remember, his grandfather would just mark him a year older every year at some point. It isn’t likely that the old man actually knew when his real birthday was since he had only been with him since he was five. He was just an old man he lived with, an old man he rarely spoke to even until the very end.
But in his world, there had never been a point to celebrate a birthday or a way to, because they have nothing, not like they do here in Luceti. Not to mention, whoever is born into his world would have nothing to know of the date they were born. Survivors too because even if they remembered their birthdays, they would've no doubt lost track of time and dates.
There was never any to tell what month is coming up or which is ending. The only way to tell what time of the year it must be was when seasons would begin to change, watching the leaves, grass and temperature all change. It's how things were for him and his grandfather at least. He can't speak for the survivors whom he doesn't even know are alive, only assume if there are even any.
...It makes him wonder briefly to himself if the silver haired girl and Crow know theirs at all.
He's not one to complain, and really he won't, not about this. But... it would still be nice to have just one day that he can celebrate his birth, to be grateful for still being alive for another year when all others have died and to be grateful to his parents for giving birth to him. ]
What do you do when you don’t have a birthday? Like you can’t remember when it is. [The question comes after a moment after he opens up his journal.] Is there any way to just... make up a birthday?
voice; (dude its cold he won't have his window open! ;A;)
No, I don't. [He's not even sure his parents knew when he was born, actually]
voice; (well how else are we supposed to swing in if the window isn't open 8|)
Don't look out the window or stuff yet.]Man, that's lame... [Master of eloquence here, though he know how you feel considering we don't know the exact date when we were created either. A slight pause as he thinks about it.] So I guess you can just make up a new one if you can't remember the old one?
voice; (Open it because it isn't locked)
It's okay Seto is too busy looking down at his journal to notice.He has to chuckle a bit at that and then nods again.]
Yeah... that's why I asked everyone. I wasn't sure if it would be okay to just make one up for myself. [He pauses] We should make you a birthday too, Crow.
voice; (geez making us do the work of opening it ourselves I see...)
[After all, we weren't born, we were put together out of parts like other robots...]
voice; (but the work will be worth it to surprise seto right??)
I'm giving you a birthday. [Seto's serious about this now. There's no way you can get away with saying that and expect him to not do anything]
voice; (yeah I guess...)
...Why, what's so great about it other than just knowing how many years it's been since that day? [Is there something you can get out of it other than marking another tally for how many years you can remember being alive?]
voice; (see then it all works out <3)
And I'm glad you're alive so I want to celebrate that. [A gentle but genuine smile]
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...Heh, thanks Seto.
[Hey that sounded a lot closer than coming from the journal--oh he's sitting in your window now by the way.]
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...Just how long has he been there?
Better yet how did he get there?
It takes a moment but he waves off that concern and smiles again and even chuckles a bit] You don't have to thank me. We're friends, and this is what friends do for each other, right?
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So, do you know what day you want for your birthday?
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Do you have a day you want for your birthday, Crow? People have been saying it's best to pick a day that's important to you.
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...Well the only days I can think of is when I met you, but I don't know when that was exactly. [This could mean either at home, or even when he was reunited with you again here.]
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I'm having the same problem. [ ... ] After these people help me pick a day, how about we make yours a few days after mine? Since I didn't meet you too long after I met the silver haired girl.
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[Like a day or two later, not several days because he's pretty sure that would be too long and not close enough to it being near his friend's birthday too.]
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I promise, it won't be too far after. I met you only a few days after I met her... I think. [To be honest it's tough to say since he was in an underground mall for the longest time. No way to tell how much time passed down there.]
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['Cause we sure don't recall seeing any silver-haired girl near us before we met you.]
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[The one hiding the star was you wasn't it]
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[Never stuck around too long, or possibly avoided some places though--otherwise he would have heard PF's voice down there at some point. As for the star, who knows Seto.]
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Really? Did you ever hear PF? [How long was she even there before Seto got to her, he wonders]
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[That's very possible that he made about as far as that door but had to leave until he could figure out how to open it, but it's not like he would know that there was someone on the other side...]
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[It makes him wonder though when she was left there and by who. Was there someone else near by that he never saw??]
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Then a woman's voice speaks up:] Seto... do not think about that. We are... together again here. And that is all that matters, correct?
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Even though that would eventually happen anyway later on.But before he can say anything, Crow startles slightly at the sudden voice. Now he's looking around the room a little to see where PF is...
(Did Seto ever properly introduce him to PF before now...)]
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I'm sorry, Crow. I don't think you two have met yet. [He turns and holds her out to him.] PF, this is Crow. Crow, PF.
Hello. [Her voice is robotic, but there's a happy emotion lingering in it]
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