[CLOSED] you and i go hard at each other

[thebigsister]

Characters: Eleanor Lamb, Naminé, April Sinclair and Rin Matou(?)
Setting: Room 1-15
Format: [Action] 
Summary: In which Eleanor mothers her roommates a little.
Warnings: None to begin with, but talk might come up about the Shadow event and life in the Tower in general.

[The general consensus in Eleanor's head - but not mind - was that after the mess with Shadows and stuff, the best thing would be a nice meal and maybe some company. But there's not much to eat in the Tower right now and she's not exactly the best type of company, she knows. Nonetheless, a little worried about her roommates, Eleanor went out fishing in the Aquarium, much like she'd had during the food shortage a few months back - had it been months already? - and busied herself frying and preparing some plates of fresh food. Eventually, and with a judicious amount of applied telekinesis, she teleports herself into the center of the room, still clad in her suit. Her roommates might or might not be already used to seeing her around wearing the looming monstrosity, and they might or might not be aware of her powers.

But she's certainly never arrived like this, what with the plates and the food quickly filling up the room with it scent.]

So. Uh. Is anyone hungry?

Comments

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor shrugs, sitting back on her bed.]

Same reason as my powers, ADAM.

[She pauses, trying to think of how to explain it properly.]

...they're imprints, memories and skills and thoughts and voices, from the people who had the ADAM before they gave it to me. They're almost useful sometimes...

[lethechained]

[Naminé's silent for a moment, seeming to consider this.]

I suppose... it's amazing, how much you can learn from the memories of others. But it sounds-- difficult. [Noisy, at least, if she can hear them without meaning to.] I'm sorry.

[thebigsister]

You get used to it.

[Eleanor picks a little at her food.]

It's not so bad, I think, after a while. You just need to... you know, ignore the worst of it.

[The bloodthirsty angry screams, she means.]

[lethechained]

[Which she'd be rather concerned to hear about. Her eyes flicker toward her, then to her own food.]

I guess that's one way to deal with a lot of things. I'm glad you can... cope.

[thebigsister]

I try!

[Eleanor laughs a little.]

I just have to remember who I am, and that who I am is not who they are, because I haven't done what they have.

[lethechained]

Of course. If you hold on to that, you'll probably be okay.

... You know, if you ever need any help--....

[thebigsister]

Eh?

[Eleanor blinks a little, a bit surprised by that last bit. Not used to having anyone to ask for help, this is a bit of unknown territory.]

[lethechained]

[Her smile is very slightly sheepish as first, then strengthens. Her shoulders move in a loose approximation of a shallow shrug.]

You know... help remembering who you are, Eleanor. Or-- with anything else.

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor gives Naminé the brightest of smiles.]

You'd help me?

[This concept is rather novel.]

[lethechained]

Of course...! [And she neither can nor attempts to stop herself from smiling widely back.] With anything. You're-- my friend. [Not that that not being the case would likely stop her from helping anyway, but.]

[thebigsister]

You are.

[Eleanor offers Naminé a softer, nicer smile.]

Thank you.

[lethechained]

[The nod is really just confirmation, and it comes with a smile.]

You're welcome. ... Don't forget that, okay?

[thebigsister]

I will not, I promise.

[The smile brightens.]

And... if I need it, I promise I'll come to you for aid.

[lethechained]

I wouldn't have it any other way...! [The head shake is just for emphasis.] And I promise I'll do my best to help.

[thebigsister]

I'm glad to have you as a friend.

[Good Naminé, Best Friend.]

[lethechained]

I'm glad, too. Both that I can be your friend and that you can be mine.

[Yes good! Good Eleanor, Best (Literal) Big Sister.]