[Video] To Cherish the Time...

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[This face usually isn't found on the Network for two reasons. One is because he is only barely knows how to use the Network. Not only is he young, but from far in the past. If a person wants to talk to another where he is from, they just go and talk to them. They don't use a strange machine to do it.

And two, those strange machines really require one to know how to read to use them fully, and that is something Diarmuid is still learning how to do. Devin took the time to show him how to use the video feed shortly after he arrived, though, and so it is a video he is currently making after a bit of fiddling around with the buttons.

Diarmuid is obviously distressed. He's trying to seem strong, but his eyes are red and his cheeks damp. It's clear he's been crying and might be close to doing it again. The boy opens his mouth to speak, but as he does, a whine sounds. He turns away from the camera and reaches down to pat his puppy, Grey, on top of the head.]

Don't worry. It will be okay. I won't go away and leave you.

[For a few moments, Diarmuid seems to have forgotten he is recording a video and just spends time comforting Grey. Of course, maybe he's taking the time to comfort himself as well considering how shaky his voice is. However, he does finally turn back to the camera.]

I-I know knights are suppose to be strong b-but...

[He reaches up to wipe a tear away from eyes.]

Can we do something? Something to celebrate everyone who has left here? I just lost another friend and I-I...

[Tears start slipping down his face more freely. For a moment, it seems like Diarmuid is going to end the message, but then he continues. Even though he's crying and his voice is shaking, there is determination in his eyes.]

I want to celebrate the time we had here instead of being sad they are gone! Will anyone help me? Please?

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[readytobe]

Your friends have escaped this prison and returned to their own worlds. Is that not enough for you? [Mewtwo, you have a heart of ice.]

[PermaVideo because he can't read very well.]

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(OOC: Feel free to have MewTwo keep using text as I believe that is his favored form of reply. Diarmuid is just sticking to the form he knows how to use.)

[Diarmuid isn't exactly sure what to do when he gets the text message back because, while it is short, he can only read a word or two in it. Finally, he stops a nearby adult and asks them what he should do. The person points out there is a feature that changes the text into speech and even shows him how to use it. That makes things so much easier, so that if the person wants to keep answering in text all he has to do is hit a button and the machine will read it for him.]

Not enough for me?

[A curious look crosses his face.]

Is it wrong I want to celebrate the time we spent together?

[more text, im glad there's a text-to-speech xD]

[readytobe]

If you wish to celebrate them, then do that. But do not be sad that they will be returning to their own homes. Is that not a good thing, for them?

[Video-Yes, that does make things easier! :-D]

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But what if they liked it here? Some people like it here where they can help others and where they have opportunities they don't have at home.

[Diarmuid pauses to bring his hand to his mouth in thought.]

Is it so bad to want to be here for a little while? Especially since times stops and waits for you to return? It's not like you are missing anything!

[swordofzero]

Diarmuid. [Suzaku is on his PDA, though he doesn't check it every day he usually skims it to check if any of his friends has asked for help.

He is worried to see Diarmuid crying, and is saddened to hear he had suffered another loss.] Where are you?

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[Diarmuid rubs at his eyes as he answers, trying to get his tears under control again.]

At a terminal. Umm...

[He pauses when Grey yips having heard a familiar voice.]

Yes, it's Suzaku, Grey!

[The boy pats his puppy on the head and then turns back to his friend.]

I am outside of building three. Why?

[swordofzero]

I will be there in a moment. [He goes outside quickly to find the terminals and a moment later spots the boy and the dog.]

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Suzaku?

[The boy is confused, but that confusion lessens when he sees his friend arrive. Diarmuid carefully turns off the terminal he has been at and then goes out to meet his friend, still occasionally rubbing at his eyes.]

Suzaku! You didn't have to come find me...

[Though, from how the boy moves over to Suzaku and holds out his arms for a hug, Diarmuid is happy to see him.]

[swordofzero]

[Suzaku gave him a hug, something he was getting slightly less awkward about. And ruffled his hair as well] I did, you were upset.

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[someonetowatchoveryou]

[This is a very conflicting time for September, isn't it? The Observer in question watches this broadcast and tries several times to speak, but no words come to him. He has no idea what to say to someone who is clearly grieving. He suspects that these people haven't actually died, but they are just as gone as they would be if they had done. Eventually he asks, almost hesitantly:]

I do not know what I can do to help you. Do you wish to... talk about it?

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[Diarmuid's sad expression brightens slightly when he sees September's reply. He reaches up to wipe at his eyes again.]

September...can you help me plan a good way to celebrate my friends? I don't know what I should do, but I want to do something! A picnic would be nice, but it's starting to get cold. Maybe an indoor picnic?

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[someonetowatchoveryou]

I do not know if I can. I have never done something like this before. But... [his head tilts] I have read of various customs for remembering those who are gone.

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Oh!

[Diarmuid's damp eyes grow wide.]

That would be very helpful! Will you tell me? Please?

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[reassigned]

[Oh no. Cute and tiny and trying so, so hard to be strong. What a sweetheart- and definitely too young for Cupid not to want to scoop up and hug until he feels better.]

It's hard to lose friends, but it's harder to be willing to remember them even though their being gone hurts your heart.

[She smiles gently, inclining her head.]

I think that's plenty strong for a knight.

[But her expression turns a little more serious for a moment, but never loses that sympathy.]

I can help, if you'd like? What did you want to do to remember them?

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Thank you. I just...I shouldn't be crying. It doesn't help anyone...

[Diarmuid sniffles and rubs at his eyes.]

I'd like to have a picnic! We were going to teach my friend how to dance, so maybe danc--

[Suddenly, something about her catches his attention and he tilts his head.]

Do you have wings? Are you a faery?

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[reassigned]

Nonsense- crying is necessary, sometimes. Don't ever let someone tell you that it's better to hold all your feelings in than to let them out. Trust me on this one.

[But she nods along to his request, curls bobbing.]

A picnic sounds nice- but we should do it soon, before it starts getting too chilly out for it--

[The question makes her pause, and then giggle a little.]

Yes, I have wings, but no, I'm not a faerie. I'm a goddess of love.

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A goddess of love? What is your name, Lady Goddess?

[Diarmuid's expression suddenly brightens. For a moment, his sadness and previous questions are forgotten in favor of a rush of other questions.]

Do you know my father? He's a god of love too! His name is Aengus Og. Some people call him Aengus the Young! I haven't seen you before, but Father goes to visit people a lot too. Where are you from? Do you know a lot of other gods? Are any of them here?

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[alwaysloyal]

Even knights have emotions as the rest of us do. There is no need to feel embarrassed over the way you currently feel.

[After all, someone like him, who used to lack emotions and empathy, felt deep regret and pain over his master's leaving the city. He still does. There has not been friends he felt strongly for leaving as of yet. But he is expecting it to happen over the course of time. Hopefully not before the end of the year, at the very least.]

...what do you propose we do to remember those who have returned home? Do you have an idea?

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(OOC: Forgive the video on his side as he doesn't know how to change the feed settings. Feel free to stick with having your responses be only in voice!)

Is it really okay? I know people tell me that, but... Isn't wasting time bad?

[His expression is both sad and curious.]

I'm not sure what to do. I thought a picnic might be nice, but it's starting to get cold. What do you think? I just know I want to do something!

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[alwaysloyal]

((OOC: No problem! Soushi doesn't usually change for anyone unless he is forced or asked to.))

It depends on the reason for doing so first, then the type of situation you are in.

[As for his questions, Soushi will remain silent as he is pondering over the subject.]

At this very moment, I do not hold an idea over the best way to remember our friends. [Although.] There might be one. Do you remember the festival where the natives would flow paper boats into the river as a way for their wishes to be granted?

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Does it? I suppose that is something else I need to learn...

[He is quiet for a few moments thinking over this, before his expression brightens at the question.]

Yes! I remember! Do you think we should do that? Set free a boat for each of our friends? The boats could all have a wish included for the people who have left!

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[beforetights]

Brother?

[Cu Chulainn carefully up from behind the other boy and gives him a big hug. Their other dog, White, follows at his heels.]

Are you okay? I'm sorry...

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[Diarmuid buries his head against his brother's shoulder and starts crying.]

Lord Wing is gone, brother! I don't want him to be gone! I don't want...

[His voice cuts off, words lost in his tears.]

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...What about Lord Drift? Where's he?

[He pats Diarmuid's back.]

So many people are gone now...

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I don't know. I haven't seen him in an even longer time! I bet he is gone too.

[Diarmuid whimpers softly, tightening his grip on his brother.]

Please don't leave me like everyone else has. Please...