[008 ☿] Cliff-Diving

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[There's a gorgeous view from up here: a rocky cliff face overlooking the sea. The breeze plays with her hair as Ami waits at the very highest point, right on the edge. She looks down, an angle likely to give vertigo but she only grins broader.

She's going to jump.

She lets go, and her body suddenly looks so small against the backdrop of open sky as she plummets towards the water and sinks beneath the waves. The movement is a thrilling rush and the moment she's immersed, she smiles. She lets herself stay there, savoring the feeling, and she rises to the surface only reluctantly and belatedly.]

(ooc: not necessarily theme, but I'm open to theme antics as well if anyone wanted to catch her here for them; let me know)

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[She actually smiles at that, a normal smile for once.]

Figuratively speaking.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Ah! Look! Is that what I think it is? [ POINTING AT YOUR FACE. ]

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[A quick frown, and Ami rubs self-consciously at her face.

WHAT IS IT?]

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A smile!

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I'm too old for that sort of joke to be funny.

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It's not a joke.

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Then? What is it?

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It's endearment.

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Endearment? [She repeats the word with no small skepticism. She is not precisely endearing.]

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Yes. Endearing.

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I'm not an endearing type of person.

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I think you are.

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[She pauses.]

Oh?


Why? [The word is said quite pleasantly. She's so sure there's no answer to it.]

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Because you still care.

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[He certainly wasn't supposed to answer that.]

What is it I care about?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

The universe. In your own certain way.

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I wonder if you can call that sort of thing caring.

[In fact, she's wondered it a lot lately. She's not sure she knows anything about protecting or caring; it's more like a habit, or if not a habit, a simple plan: fight the enemy who threatens these things.]

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I do.

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I think it's more like... habit. A plan. That isn't the same as 'caring'.

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If you didn't care you wouldn't bother with plans.

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Isn't it different? 'Caring for the people' or 'wanting to defeat the enemy'?

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Why do you want to defeat the enemy?

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Because they're my enemy. They're in my way.

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And once you've defeated them all? Then what?

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You should know. The battles will return. There'll be a next enemy.

[Earth, at least as she's known it, has never been a peaceful and safe place. She doesn't trust the peace they've had since beating the Death Busters so far.]