Cheyenne (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mmmfilletofsoul) wrote2011-05-16 09:48 pm
mmmfilletofsoul) wrote2011-05-16 09:48 pm
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7th l o s t s o u l ~ [Voice]
[The last event left Cheyenne in a weird place and since then, she's been rather scarce around the village. Aside from getting food at one of the village restaurants, she's spent most of her time either in her apartment or in the forests just outside the village. Today, she's actually back to her usual spot: sitting on the edge of one of Luceti's many bridges, looking down at the water.]
[A few hours of this goes by until she finally opens her journal and poses a question to the residents. The very thing that's been on her mind all this time.]
It is not uncommon for others to ask questions using these journals, yes? [A pause. She wasn't really expecting an answer to that.]
...what do you think it means to be a "person"?
[A few hours of this goes by until she finally opens her journal and poses a question to the residents. The very thing that's been on her mind all this time.]
It is not uncommon for others to ask questions using these journals, yes? [A pause. She wasn't really expecting an answer to that.]
...what do you think it means to be a "person"?
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[All right, he's pried enough, and more than enough. Yukito forces his smile back into place, trying to lighten his tone as he changes the subject. It's sometimes hard to tell from the small pictures on journal entries, but he's fairly sure....]
Would your name be, ah, Cheyenne, perhaps?
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And you are?
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My apologies for having not recognized you. I don't believe we'd spoken until now and I can only identify others by their voice over the journal.
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