postal

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[tonight, there's a seaweed monster thoroughly soaked to the bone with salt water dashing through the halls of the dressing room frantically- there's seaweed tangled in his hair, stuck to his shirt, twisted around his ankle.. he looks an awful lot like he got into a fistfight with a wave and lost.]

[that is certainly not the case, however, as he's holding his victory prize in his hands triumphantly: a simple glass bottle with a note tucked inside. having already been nosy enough to fish it out and read it once, Sora has decided he needs to be the best mailman he can be, and deliver it to its rightful recipient. he'll actually hear from his parents one of these days! early apologies if he crashes into you, but seaweed monster is really excited about his first delivery and might not stop to apologize.]

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[oath-kept.livejournal.com]

*should she be wearing shin guards?*

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[possibly! he just barely skids to a stop right before crashing into her, yelling a mile a minute.]

Aunt Kairi Aunt Kairi I was helpin' Mister Kai write a letter and then we were gonna put it in the ocean but then I saw a bottle so I went to go get it and there's a letter inside! And I didn't even write it!

[oath-kept.livejournal.com]

*whoooa that was a lot of information! and no one's around to call her a pedo, so she bends down to see him better*

It's a letter in a bottle? Did you find it in the ocean room?

*looks curious and confused*

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Yeah! And yeah! And here!

[unceremoniously shoves the bottle into Kairi's hands, beaming.]

[oath-kept.livejournal.com]

*she smiles and takes the bottle, upending it so that the letter falls out -- the first thing that catches her attention is the printed flyer on the back*

... Hollow Bastion. It hasn't been called that in years.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Really? What's a Hollow Bastion?

[oath-kept.livejournal.com]

It's a place! It's... where I come from. But when I lived there, it was called Radiant Garden. Oh, it was just beautiful! And now Leon and Sora's friends are busy restoring it. Making it beautiful again.

*she turns the flyer over to read*

1/2

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

I wanna see! Lemme see, lemme see!

[he means both Radiant Garden and the letter, but even though he's read it once already, he wants to read it again! kids.]

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

[the handwriting is small to fit on such a small page, untidy, and unmistakably Sora- it's hastily written, like he might have been struggling to find the time to get everything he wanted to say on the page:

"Kairi-

Third time's a charm, right? The sea's been kind of turbulent on my end. I feel like my past two tries never reached you. Please tell me if I'm wrong.

I've lost track of the time that's passed. It's been pretty rough over here. Are you doing okay? I miss you so much, but whenever I find a shoreline I stop and stand there, and just think of you. The ocean's wide, but as long as it's there we'll always be connected.

I wish I had days to count down until I get to see you again, but I WILL come home to you. I promise. It's the last thing I think about before I fall asleep. When it gets too dark and I feel like I'm about to lose my way, I remember that I have the charm you gave me, and I realize that I've got all the Light I'll ever need.

I love you. We should do something special when we meet up again. Lets..."

that's where the ink dissolves into illegibility. some condensation must have gotten into the bottom of the bottle.]

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[... what have you gotten yourself into, 'bug?]

Uhm... 'bug?

[Brb, picking a piece of seaweed out of his hair.]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

I'm the mailman, Miss Naminé!

[waves the bottle at her eagerly.]

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

I see that!

[She laughs and continues picking out seaweed from his hair.]

Who is the bottle for?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Aunt Kairi! And it's really mushy.

[Sora, mailmen aren't supposed to tell people about other peoples' mail. Sora scoots closer to Naminé as he tries to pull a glob of seaweed off of his shirt.]

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

Well then, I guess we had better deliver it fast! ... But first--

[Plucks more out of his hair. Sheesh, kid, what were you doing? Fishing with your spikes?]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[it might be a good idea to encourage him to dry off a little as well; good mailmen usually don't go on deliveries right after swimming, either. Sora lifts his hand and tries to help Naminé pluck out the seaweed.]

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[Right, right.]

We had better get you dried off before we go deliver this.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

... Oh! Right!

[tries to wring out his shirt. mmm, salt water.]

[mizu-melody.livejournal.com]

[Demyx seems to be making a habit of tripping over Sora's these days. At least this one isn't angry. He spots him just seconds before collision.] Whoa! [He reaches down and grabs the kid's shouldors, trying to halt him.] Careful there! Where are you off to in such a hurry? [On closer inspection he kinda thinks he might have seen this Sora before. Wasn't he serving lemonade and sno-cones when Demyx first arrived?]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[it certainly is! although today, Sora's looking less like a businessman and more like a sea monster.]

Hey, Mister Demyx! I'm delivering a letter!

[mizu-melody.livejournal.com]

A letter? [He peers at it curiously.] In a bottle? Huh... Did you fish that out of the ocean?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Yup! It's a love letter!

[mizu-melody.livejournal.com]

Well if your going to be delivering a love letter, you should probaly get some of this seaweed out of your hair first. [He plucks a piece of it out of Sora's hair and laughs.] You look like swamp thing! You'll probaly scare off whoever your delivering the letter to!

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

--Swamp thing? But I was in the ocean! I'm ocean thing!

[mizu-melody.livejournal.com]

Okay, ocean thing then. Either way, your a mess.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

That's okay, I'm always a mess!

[Sora, you're not supposed to be proud of this.]