i'm praying that i won't forget you but my memory's flickering.
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May 29, 2016 13:00:47 GMT
Post by daphne on May 29, 2016 13:00:47 GMT
Daphne had not felt this overwhelmed in such a long time. Her own curiosity got the better of her in these scenarios with Jack; constantly probing him for answers to her many questions. The first day she had mustered to get her own phone she broke it a few days later, which meant she ran to Jack in a flurry of feverish tears at her own blunder. She waved the phone, now basically rendered to rubble by how she had broken it—the beeping it made awoke her from her dozing, and in a fit of fright she slammed her fifty pound horns into the screen, shattering it to pieces in one swoop. “It's broken, I hath broken it, I didst not mean to! How am I going to fix it?” A sob catches in her throat, eyes welling in newer cries. She pouts as usual, cheek cheeks puffed out, her nose wrinkled, eyebrows furrowed. Lately her problems were always with this... this technology. None of it made sense. It was blatantly obvious Daphne did not care of they were in the middle of the street or in his house. In this case, he was her Messiah. Where else would she turn with these difficult problems? jack |
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May 29, 2016 13:31:21 GMT
Post by jack on May 29, 2016 13:31:21 GMT
Jack too, had been asleep at the porch of his house, until Daphne burst into the compound with tears falling like delicate raindrops and cheeks pink from a mixture of frustration and panic. Unlike her, he did not have fifty-pound horns or fists to plunge into the nearest object when awoken from his nap. Slightly disoriented and still gathering his wits around him, Jack pulled himself together the best he could. He couldn't just have Daphne flail about while he thought about getting coffee. "It's not just broken," Jack informed her, noting how terribly damaged the phone was. Not even a phone cover would have protected it from Daphne's surprise. "I think it's pretty much broken beyond repair, but --" He quickly caught himself, and emphasized his next point as firmly yet kindly as he could, "-- but let's see what we can do next." Taking care to be gentle - Jack didn't want to upset her more - he took her hand by the wrist, and the phone from her grasp. Some shards of glass fell off the screen; he pretended he couldn't see them. "First, we'll dispose of this, and then get you a new phone. In your favourite colour, if they have them in the store." By store, he really meant a family contact who sold phones stolen off the rich in Kingsport, but hey, Daphne didn't have to know. daphne |
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i'm praying that i won't forget you but my memory's flickering.
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May 30, 2016 13:12:39 GMT
Post by daphne on May 30, 2016 13:12:39 GMT
Panic rose in her throat, bubbled from her lips in another warbling cry. It was the sheer fact that she did not understand — and knowing she had done something bad put her on edge. Some of the glass dug into her palm, causing pin-pricks of pain Daphne was ample to ignore; for now at least. It wasn't as if her senses were dulled (no, they had long since switched back on like a snuffed out candle) But there were more pressing matters that caught her attention. Eyes blurred and face blotchy, she let out a distinctive bleat of distress that sounded more goat like if anything. Had she awoken him? That gave her enough more of a reason to let the guilt riddle her body, and let it tear her limb from limb in its frightening amount. “It's mine fault... mine mistake. thee wast busy an I... didst not ponder this.” The tightening of a hand around her wrist makes her hand go slack, “Mine most preferred colour? Favorite...” She pondered upon this, and her teardroplets fall on her injured hand. Immediately the blood darkens, and new skin covers the small lacerations. Daphne stares at it blankly. “Green...” A shambling smile, wholly believing in Jack as if he could not wrong her. And he couldn't. “Thee art too kind, I wish I could showeth mine gratitude. ”And yet she still cried. Mostly out of joy, halfway because she did not know how to react to this. jack |
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May 30, 2016 14:44:10 GMT
Post by jack on May 30, 2016 14:44:10 GMT
Jack smiled back. Tears were still rolling down Daphne's cheeks, but at least she seemed happier and relieved. With that (sorta) out of the way, he figured that they could move on to the next step on the agenda: getting her a brand-new phone. "Green? Okay," said Jack, nodding once. And then he summoned his wits about him to figure out what Daphne said next; it usually took him some time to adjust to her odd - yet strangely endearing - manner of speech. "It's not really being too kind, Daphne -- it's called being a friend." His smile widened into a grin. "And friends try to help each other, y'know, that kinda stuff. If I ever get into a pinch, you know what to do." Casually, Jack brushed off the glass from his palms, which had hurt from the glass, but apparently hadn't bled out. Alright, what was next -- a green phone. Off the top of his head, Jack couldn't recall any phones that were green; maybe the guy at the store could fix up an iPhone with matte paint in Daphne's most favourite shade of green. "Oh, right. Before I forget, about that gratitude thing ... just saying 'thanks' is enough. Friends, remember?" daphne(( daphne is starting to grow on me c': )) |
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i'm praying that i won't forget you but my memory's flickering.
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May 31, 2016 15:30:14 GMT
Post by daphne on May 31, 2016 15:30:14 GMT
Her breathing lessened into the short puffs of exhaling air as usual. But no matter what it took her a while to calm down after the initial panic, even after it subsided. Caprine were flighty animals, after all. As Jack spoke to her about getting her a new phone, easily and without a stir in his voice that counted as doubt, Daphne begun to tremble. She uses her free hand to hurriedly wipe her eyes. “Aye, of course, I wilt assist thee. Anytime.” Regardless her voice trembled. Friends try to help each other. Try? Daphne vowed that she would not try to do anything -- she would simply do it. Time and time again she would put herself in action, into harm way... it made sense. How many times had she done it for her woodland sisters? For Artemis herself? Wounds eventually healed. Her tears could fix almost anything. Being fatally wounded for a cause (for Artemis) was easy. She had a friend. Daphne squeezes his hand tightly, “Within this wall of flesh, there is a soul that counts thee its creditor.” She bows her head gratefully, pressing her forehead to his shoulder as her own smile widened. “Thank you.”And yet she still felt as if there was a debt to be paid. He was going out his way for her, the least she could do was... something. Something. She'd have to figure that last part out at a later date. jack (I'm glad you like her friend ♥) |
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Post by jack on Jun 4, 2016 4:24:38 GMT
"No problem," said Jack, squeezing her hand in return and patting her on the shoulder when she leaned closer. She didn't need to worry about repaying him back, because having someone like her around was reward enough. She was nice, and she was cute. That was good enough.
And with that thought, and her hand still in his, he pointed them in the general direction of the shop. There was no time to waste! Being without a smartphone today was unfathomable for some people, and while Jack could live without one, he was still fond of the Internet and everything it offered.
On the way to the store, Jack struck up some small talk as he tried to figure out what would be a good option for Daphne's new phone. Short of getting a Nokia 3310, he didn't think anything else could have survived that impact. But still, it was good (not to mention polite) to ask.
"Do you want the same make as the one you had before? Or something else? I can get any phone in green," he said. "Actually, I could get you a super popular one that all the girls today like? It's got some beauty camera thing that makes photos look really pretty."
daphne
(( feel free to skip to the shop if you'd like, btw :j ))
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i'm praying that i won't forget you but my memory's flickering.
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Post by daphne on Jun 5, 2016 1:04:47 GMT
Maybe that was the problem with any animal with horns: they were stubborn. As much as Jack would remind her that something he had done from the kindness of his heart was no problem or just something a friend would do, she did not listen. Because she knew Jack would never her for something and she would keep this moment close to her heart in order for her to fulfill the tall order required of her. She was a small time superhero with a big heart; at times it simply got the best of her even when he denied her. When he points towards the store that laid ahead of them that would replace her damaged phone, she nods firmly. Surely, yes, there was no time to waste. The longer she accompanied Jack the more she felt like a burden in these cases -- the quicker she got her new digital device the better. As he begun to speak to her, voice casual and warm enough to let her process each syllable that came from his lips, Daphne hums gently, twirling a golden lock of hair around her index finger as she thought. "Truthfully, it doest not matter to me." In all honesty having a phone was not her main concern but integration into this world was important to Daphne. And it gave her to time with Jack. So that is always nice, she muses. Suddenly she stops in her tracks and grasps both of his hands with her own, looking bewildered by his words. Pictures? Photos? On a phone? "I wanteth that one in green! I would like to partake in such merriment as taking a picture! I wast not aware thee could doth that!" She shakes him a little bit, squealing happily. jack |
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Post by jack on Jun 5, 2016 3:29:47 GMT
Daphne really liked the colour green, huh? Jack grinned as he nodded at her -- well, that was settled then. No more flimsy, bendy iPhones and their easily cracked screens. They were going to go for the mother of all selfie cameras (well, according to some girls he knew): Oppo.
Come to think of it, he didn't know that many people in Arkham who used that brand. Most of them toted iPhones or Samsungs. Oh, and those huge-ass phone tablet things that looked more monitor than phone.
He pulled his own flip-phone out of his pocket and texted the guy at the shop. Maybe by the time they got there, the white phone would have already been painted green. Or not. Maybe Jack would have to distract Daphne for a bit while the poor dude worked on the phone.
Jack was then literally shaken out of his thoughts by Daphne, and his gaze returned to her.
"We can take a photo, er, photos," said Jack, nodding. "You can print it out and keep it in your house if you wanted to. Then you'd have it forever."
daphne
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