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dive_logs2012-02-18 05:32 am
sightfrom_stars) wrote in dive_logs2012-02-18 05:32 am
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i lay down on the cold ground
Who: Jayfeather, OPEN LIKE AN OPEN THING!
What: An unfortunate location
When: February 17th
Where: Meria, the ice fields
You don't feel anything while data frozen. Jayfeather knows this. It's what all the other Tamers have said. One moment, you are talking or walking, the next it is moons later. He has been frozen a few times. He's aware of what it feels like.
He's not aware of a phenomenon like this; one moment, he lay in Tetha Park and the next he's being battered and blown about, his fur cold and flecked with what he knows is snow. He can't hear his partner. He doesn't even know if the gray Piyomon is even around. He cannot scent anything but snow, snow, snow. Never has he experienced snow this harsh, except maybe for once, maybe...
He is a kit. In his mind's-eye, he can see the memory, the memory from his mother, carrying him and pulling his brother and sister, still tiny kits, along through the harsh winter. He can hear himself mewl and cry, his eyes closed (closed, the kit doesn't realize what will happen, what life will bring him, how much he will be cheated of). In his mind's eye, he sees her stop and curl around her kits to protect them from the harsh winter.
Only in his mind's eye, of course. His sightless gaze fixes at the ground and a moment later crouches down, wrapping his tail over his nose as his paws bump against something cold and hard, like his D-Comm, which is distinctly not around his neck like it should be. It doesn't matter, for he reaches a paw out to it -- he can barely feel anything with them, anything at all -- and doesn't recognize the texture of the device. He doesn't recognize its shape or any grooves or raised bumps. He's more blind than he's ever been.
His paws go over his head too, his ears flat. "L-Lionblaze," he whispers, shutting his eyes, though no difference is made. His brother cannot save him here. "Spottedleaf, Y-Yellowfang." StarClan cannot hear him. "Firestar." Nor can his leader. "...Leafpool... ...Mother--!"
Nor can his mother.
What: An unfortunate location
When: February 17th
Where: Meria, the ice fields
You don't feel anything while data frozen. Jayfeather knows this. It's what all the other Tamers have said. One moment, you are talking or walking, the next it is moons later. He has been frozen a few times. He's aware of what it feels like.
He's not aware of a phenomenon like this; one moment, he lay in Tetha Park and the next he's being battered and blown about, his fur cold and flecked with what he knows is snow. He can't hear his partner. He doesn't even know if the gray Piyomon is even around. He cannot scent anything but snow, snow, snow. Never has he experienced snow this harsh, except maybe for once, maybe...
He is a kit. In his mind's-eye, he can see the memory, the memory from his mother, carrying him and pulling his brother and sister, still tiny kits, along through the harsh winter. He can hear himself mewl and cry, his eyes closed (closed, the kit doesn't realize what will happen, what life will bring him, how much he will be cheated of). In his mind's eye, he sees her stop and curl around her kits to protect them from the harsh winter.
Only in his mind's eye, of course. His sightless gaze fixes at the ground and a moment later crouches down, wrapping his tail over his nose as his paws bump against something cold and hard, like his D-Comm, which is distinctly not around his neck like it should be. It doesn't matter, for he reaches a paw out to it -- he can barely feel anything with them, anything at all -- and doesn't recognize the texture of the device. He doesn't recognize its shape or any grooves or raised bumps. He's more blind than he's ever been.
His paws go over his head too, his ears flat. "L-Lionblaze," he whispers, shutting his eyes, though no difference is made. His brother cannot save him here. "Spottedleaf, Y-Yellowfang." StarClan cannot hear him. "Firestar." Nor can his leader. "...Leafpool... ...Mother--!"
Nor can his mother.
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"No reason to stay and freeze our fur off talking," Jayfeather says pointedly, his ears twitching and muscles tense. So on edge and uneasy! The Twoleg holding him, it must stem from that.
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"Can't have you all running off and telling people I was here now, can I? Any last words before I blow you all into tiny bits?"
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"Dracomon."
The dragon moaned from under the pile of clothes before a burst of radiated energy from his mouth burning through the clothes.
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"What?!" Jayfeather's heartbeat increases and his fur fluffs, his entire body going stiff. "No, no-- I knew it, I knew he smelled--"
Vi-Piyomon, to his credit, does not squawk in fear and tense up, but instead stammers out a worried, "M-Magical F-Fire...!" and a rather shaky spiral of green flame flies at Razor.
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Dracomon was thrown from his feet tumbling through the snow and ice getting tangled up in the clothes he'd been wearing and cursing with every bounce.
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As Vi-Piyomon flew forward, he was split between terror for himself and terror for his partner. The first was of a purely selfish nature, yes. The second-- the second because he has been a failure of a partner thus far entirely. The heat and fire, it burns his feathers and he finds himself regretting wishing for warmth.
The snow is almost comforting as he tries to push himself up, aware that he's closer to Razor than he'd like to be.
Jayfeather hasn't experienced explosions. He doesn't know what this is; it is a burst of heat, has the snow caught on fire? He can feel it through the Twoleg, through the bursts of snow that land on his ears. He doesn't know what's going on and, by instinct, his claws grip Ruffnut's clothes, his heart beats faster.