Twelfth feather [Written]

[charcoalfeather]

[What shows up on the network seems to be a mass of scribbles on a sheet of paper. It seems, by all counts, to be a letter of some sort.

There's a single word in the middle of the paper, circled several times:]

Haibane

[From there, it branches off into several lines, each line leading to another circle, and maybe another circle after that. Each one has a question or observation scribbled in them.]

Is it Latin? not Latin
Is this some kind of angel that can't fly?
why did we have wings and others didn't?
Toga??
any angel powers? can't fly. Probably maybe no powers
am I an angel at all?
what am I

[Rakka has had some time to think about all this, it seems. And, directly below this mess, Rakka wrote in something to address the Network.]

Why does being a Numbered have to be so confusing?

Comments

[handwritten]

[scarlet_devil]

[In very overblown handwriting comes Emilia's reply.]

The memories...? I try not to think about them too much.

[handwritten]

[charcoalfeather]

[Wow, that's really pretty handwriting.]

I don't either. But something happened recently and I just can't stop thinking about them.

[handwritten]

[scarlet_devil]

Oh, was it another echo you've gotten?

[handwritten]

[charcoalfeather]

[She nods.... and remembers she has to currently write to reply.]

Oh, yeah. I have wings, and I've been trying to fly for a long time, but I never got any echoes for it.

But, I got an echo a few weeks ago that told me I couldn't fly in the first place.

Re: [handwritten]

[scarlet_devil]

I see.

[That had to be a downer. Didn't this girl say something about wanting to fly before.]

That almost seems like the powers that be are yanking your chain.

[Text]

[radiantchicken]

It's confusing for all of us at times, but that is why we have each other. So we do not have to weather this alone.

[Text]

[charcoalfeather]

I know, but it's still hard sometimes.

You might not know who you were in the past. You could have been someone completely different.

[Text]

[radiantchicken]

I started out this life as a parrot in a zoo. Whatever I am now, I think it's something between the two, what I was in both instances. Not everything I have remembered has been pleasant, but I'm choosing to make the most of it--to use the good, learn from the bad.

What sorts of things are you remembering?

[He's assuming they're troubling her, if she's posting like this.]

[Text]

[charcoalfeather]

[Oh... That actually perks her up a little.]

Uh, well, I usually remember things involving my past self. Most of them weren't very serious, but now I've been remembering things that don't make sense. Things that kind of remind me of what's going on here.

[Texted]

[espigeonage]

Does Haibane translate into anything?

lol it does seem that way most of the time.

[Texted]

[charcoalfeather]

Oh, Julien. Hey.

Uh, no, I haven't found anything yet that it translates to. I wonder if it means anything at all.

[espigeonage]

Hi!!

Probably some other-you language or name or something. Frustrating how these things work out huh?

[charcoalfeather]

I guess that could be it.

Yeah, I wish I could just get a clear answer for once!

[Written]

[onecream_fivesugar]

[Have some really bubbly looking writing.] </>

Did other you wear a toga? Because those look really comfy.

[Written]

[charcoalfeather]

Oh, no. The Toga are a group of people other me knew about. They did... something.

[Written]

[onecream_fivesugar]

Oh... That's nowhere near as fun.

What did they do?

...

We should make togas sometime.

[Written]

[charcoalfeather]

Uh, sure. But some other time.

Uh, they were people who.... went beyond the walls around the city we were in. They were the only ones allowed to do that.

Text

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[Well... crap. Looks like that whole angel thing really is still on Rakka's mind. She looks at the writing on the screen, tapping her foot impatiently before huffing and quickly texting out a message.]

hey

you wanna do somethin?

[Sitting around and stewing over it can't be doing any good.]

Text

[charcoalfeather]

[She stared at the text for a moment. She knew it was Raye, of course, but... what was this?]

Something? Like what?

Re: Text

[guitar_case_vagabond]

i dunno but im goin nuts sitting here doin nothing

[She's trying to do this without flat-out saying she's trying to drag Rakka out to take her mind off things.]

actually i got somethin cool i could show you

Text

[charcoalfeather]

[Likewise, Rakka wasn't going to just say that being taken away from her worries for a while wasn't okay.]

Something cool? Really?

[....]

So, what is it?

[Handwritten]

[gobybessie]

Haibane. Is that what you are?

[charcoalfeather]

I think so, yes.

That's what a person in my memories called herself.

[gobybessie]

Perhaps not an angel then.

Who were the ones that didn't have wings? Humans?

[charcoalfeather]

Uh, yeah that was me.

But, now I have wings. I've had wings for a while, but I couldn't fly with them. And now I know I can't fly.