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Room 207, Wednesday Around Noon
Aug. 6th, 2014 01:52 pmReally, it was her own fault for even having entertained the hope that Caius's suppositions were correct.
That was what Yeul told herself after picking herself up off the ground, feeling shaky and weak for the first time in this life.
She'd been brushing her hair out, not that in really needed it, while getting ready to leave for her afternoon class, Ender's class, when the visions had hit. They'd bowled her over, all the worse due her lack of anticipation, and her hairbrush had fallen to the floor while her whole body stiffened, her pupils turning to hourglasses.
The visions were, as always, a jumbled mess of events. Impressions, disasters, seconds where change had/hadn't/hasn't yet happened/might not happen/is happening right now before--she collapsed, knees hitting the ground hard, and breathing heavily, feeling dizzy and sick and her head pounding as she pressed her palms over her eyelids and reviewed the past. Or the future.
She wasn't sure. Someone was changing it in ways that they weren't supposed to.
She had to contact Caius. It was already too late to stop them--Serah and Noel, her new/old/twisted memories supplied the names--because they were already gone, time had already started, was already bent where they'd passed through the timelines without concern for the waves they left behind.
Slowly, Yeul got to her feet.
Caius had been wrong. Being here did nothing to stop her visions. She didn't blame him--that would be ridiculous--but she, well, didn't know what to think about it.
She'd been a fool to hope, she realized now. The problem, as she took something for her head, and sat on the edge of her bed, was that she didn't even remember when she'd started to hope.
That felt like something she should remember, and yet…
[Mostly establishy, but open sure!]
That was what Yeul told herself after picking herself up off the ground, feeling shaky and weak for the first time in this life.
She'd been brushing her hair out, not that in really needed it, while getting ready to leave for her afternoon class, Ender's class, when the visions had hit. They'd bowled her over, all the worse due her lack of anticipation, and her hairbrush had fallen to the floor while her whole body stiffened, her pupils turning to hourglasses.
The visions were, as always, a jumbled mess of events. Impressions, disasters, seconds where change had/hadn't/hasn't yet happened/might not happen/is happening right now before--she collapsed, knees hitting the ground hard, and breathing heavily, feeling dizzy and sick and her head pounding as she pressed her palms over her eyelids and reviewed the past. Or the future.
She wasn't sure. Someone was changing it in ways that they weren't supposed to.
She had to contact Caius. It was already too late to stop them--Serah and Noel, her new/old/twisted memories supplied the names--because they were already gone, time had already started, was already bent where they'd passed through the timelines without concern for the waves they left behind.
Slowly, Yeul got to her feet.
Caius had been wrong. Being here did nothing to stop her visions. She didn't blame him--that would be ridiculous--but she, well, didn't know what to think about it.
She'd been a fool to hope, she realized now. The problem, as she took something for her head, and sat on the edge of her bed, was that she didn't even remember when she'd started to hope.
That felt like something she should remember, and yet…
[Mostly establishy, but open sure!]
