bywiseguidance | OLD: first [video]

[The video feed snaps on after a bit of experimentation, showing a woman sitting with her back firmly to the wall of one of the New Bark houses. She looks exhausted, worn, her hair a tangled mess--not injured, though the way she's looking around warily gives the impression that she definitely wasn't expecting that. Her clothing is torn and stained, but actually clean--she wasn't expecting that either. When she speaks, it's with an accent: Middle Eastern sounding, almost, and she sounds as tired as she looks.]

If this is some kind of trick...

[She may be tired, but there is a bit of bite to her voice--as if she can make good on the implied threat if pressed to.]

I do not take well to deception. Or to being moved without my knowledge to an unknown location.

[There's been enough of that lately, though she's not going to go further into it--and honestly, this is a lot better than where she was. But she's too practiced in keeping all information to herself that may give the upper hand (or show weakness) in any situation.]

That woman is not my mother. If she has told so many that, it would seem that at least we have so much in common.

[Her eyes slip closed for a moment, gathering thoughts and wondering how much she can afford to give away.]

Abby...if you are truly here...I would like to speak with you, please.

[She's unsure of how that will go over--since she stayed in Israel without so much as a goodbye.]

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[Hm? Someone said her name?]

[Wait...]

[That's...]

Ziva?

Ziva! You're really here!

Abby.

[She sounds relieved. And tired. You're not mad at her, or if you are you're willing to at least talk to her--after the last few months, she honestly wasn't expecting it.]

I missed you so much.

No one else is here though. It's just us.

But at least you're here. And Gus and I will come and get you. And I'll send Ziva to come help you out. She runs really fast.

[Waaaaaait. She gets another look at her.]

Are you okay?

I am tired. That's all.

[Really, that's all that's wrong. She can't quite figure out why, because by all rights she should be way worse off than she is.]

[Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaares.]

We are on our way. You better rest tonight. Because you need it.

And you're sure you're okay? You're not hurt? Oh no. You're hurt, aren't you? What am I going to do if you're hurt? I'm a week and a half away.

Gus! We have to go! [Rambling Abby is rambling.]

[Processing. Processing. This is the most anyone's said to her in weeks, and no one can ramble like Abby can.]

Abby! Calm down.

[She's missed it, really.]

I am not hurt. I should be, but I am not. It has been...a long few weeks.

What do you mean you should be hurt?

That's bad. Really bad. Because that means you remember being hurt. And that can't be good for you.

And now you're here.

Where's your Pokemon? No. Nevermind. I'll send you Ziva. She's a Ponyta and she's a horse. So she can help you.

[blinks. okay you need to back up a few steps there. Let's take this a bit at a time. and she's totally ignoring the former part because she's fine and in one piece and used to compartmentalizing stuff like this.]

I do not know what a Pokemon is, Abby.

You named a horse after me?

[Distraction!]

Did you get a little creature with you when you arrived?

And yes I did. She's so pretty too. All white and with a mane and tail made of fire.

[And Gus is going to look up from what he's doing to look at Abby in surprise. He overheard and had gathered as much that Ziva was someone she knew, but he was politely keeping quiet while she spoke to her friend. Naturally she'll want to go as soon as possible, he's just surprised by her sudden gear shifting-- he shouldn't be after all this time.

It's still adorable, but he really should focus.] Huh? Oh! Right.

Edited 2011-08-07 06:07 (UTC)

[Oh yay, it was getting awkward otherwise.]

Not that I have seen.

[She hasn't gotten it out of its ball yet.]

...a horse that is on fire?

[Since Gus is packing Abby can focus on Ziva completely now.]

Okay. You should have a ball like this... [She holds one up.]

That's where your Pokemon is.

And yes. She's so pretty too. She's a lot like you.

[Ziva checks in her pockets first, which is good 'cause that's where it is. Frowning, she pulls it out.]

...it is tiny. [How anything can fit in here, she has absolutely no clue. She kinda stares when it expands, even more when it pops open a moment later.]

[Have some veiled concern; this woman doesn't look like the pity-accepting type.]

It's a common experience, yes. Something to--bond over, perhaps.

I take it you've got someone to help you?

[Good eye there, Youji. She'll kick you in the face if you try and pity her. She's cautious though--nothing against you, she's just on her own (for now) in an unfamiliar place.]

Perhaps.

I do, yes.

That's a relief.

[What's a nice, subtle way to help this girl? Subtle isn't Youji typical MO but it seems called for here.]

You know, have you checked the bag with you? It should have snacks in it, a sleeping bag, soap... Guidebooks, too. Might help pass the time.

[She looks worn through--and her clothes rather more so. Maybe that wasn't exactly subtle, but hey.]

[Observant one, aren't you? Ziva's eyebrow goes up--she sees what you're at, but she appreciates the attempt to go on the down-low about it. As it were. She wouldn't use that expression herself, but.]

No, I have not. Thank you, that is helpful.

[She'll look later.]

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