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A World of Ambience |
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By: Echo Scottua Date: November 8, 2017, 6:57 pm |
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[sub]In Character Date & Time: 14th November UUY 1, early |
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morning[/sub] |
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There would have been several reasons for Echo's strong |
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connection to Waterfall, but for as long as she had loved simply |
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thinking in its tranquil waters where she would swim, or |
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listening to each thought the flowers she was named after took |
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note of, or wandering around humming tunes from her childhood, |
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she didn't decide what drew her to this place out of everywhere |
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in the underground. |
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Maybe it was because she grew up here. Her memories were made of |
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that same color pallet; deep purple, neon blue, black. Even if |
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dizzy and blind she could make her way through here, because she |
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went to every corner of it with her brother and parents. Their |
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entire lives were spent here, the tears, the smiles, the deaths. |
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But even despite everything that she had also lost here, she |
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would come back. It felt wrong to not at least visit here daily. |
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Or perhaps the silence. She loved how silent it was, or at least |
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how ambient each sound was so that a shout was no more agitating |
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than a soft whisper. Nothing could disturb her from her infinite |
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thoughts, which gave the moment when she would often talk to |
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herself for one sentence before shutting back up. Luckily, |
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barely anyone was there when she expressed those thoughts. She |
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could always find somewhere to be isolated, alone. Where he |
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thoughts were supposed to be. |
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Those two seemed to be the strongest and the most reasonable |
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today, as she submerged herself beneath the water, sitting cross |
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legged on the riverbed. Her black cap, basketball vest, jeans, |
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and dirty white trainers sat neatly on the bank for when her |
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skin was overly pruned. Echo had once stayed underwater for ten |
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minutes before she needed to resurface, and each time she would |
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mediate to the hollow hums of water as her mind would clear, |
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before quickly getting clogged up with the longing for how much |
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simpler her life was. |
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Eventually she resurfaced, spitting out water like a fountain |
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and clearing her eyes. She didn't care how wet she was, putting |
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her clothes back on straight away; they'd dry soon enough. Her |
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hair, however, was a different story. She grew those magenta |
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strands out down to her waist, meaning it would drip like a |
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waterfall. You couldn't win at everything, she knew that. After |
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checking her pockets for every last item she last left in there, |
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she made her way to the one place she would leave waterfall for |
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her survival needs; Snowdin. |
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[sub]Continued in A Warm Respite From The Cold |
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