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[Melody Redgaze]

"Truth, huh? Oh, you're bold." The orange tom mewed sarcasticly, scratching his ear with his back leg. "Okay, let me see here..."

She grinned. "Just one of my many talents!" Melody giggled happily. She was glad that she and Soul got along at the moment, being trapped on a log was good for their relationship. She waited for the orange tabby to come up with something to say.

"And remember, truth means you have to tell the truth," If she was a human she would have blown her hair out of her face. "Yeahyeahyeah! Just get on with it, Tom!" She meowed in a fake-annoyed voice.

"Okay..." He breathed out, "I noticed that there's this thing about you- I mean like, it's hard to explain. Like you seem distracted, but still more in tune... Uhm, do you get me? What's that about?"

This question put a damper on her mood. She looked at the ground and bit her lips. She shuffled her paws. How could she answer that? She had never told anybody about her colors, nobody had even noticed it. But here comes the one tom that asks her the one simple question that she didn't want to answer! She looked back at him. "Yeah, I get you." Her voice was soft, mad, and unhappy. She looked back down. "You wouldn't understand if I told you." The orange spots bounced accrossed the log she was so hopelessly staring at.

How could she seriously answer that? "Oh, I just see colors when I hear a sound!" It's much more difficult than that. It's confusing and hard for another cat that didn't see this way to understand. He wouldn't get it, so what was the point of trying to explain it? His blue splotches still lingered in her vision.

Maybe he was smarter than he seemed.
Yeah right!

How could she not answer that, though? He was sweet, charming, and very fun to be around. They were very good friends now, or at least that's how she pictured it in her head. Her first real friend. Ever. Yeah, she never had friends, because nobody ever liked her. She was weird, quiet, and said strange things as a kit. She sighed and looked up at the orange tom, he was growing on her. Melody was such a sucker for her friends, she would almost always say yes. She was going to say yes now. After a long while of thinking she finally spilled.

"Alright, fine." She glowered. "I see colors and shapes when I hear a certain sound. My voice, your voice, the water, the birds, everything makes a color appear in my vision. They're usually transparent enough to where I can see through them. When I hear a strange sound that I haven't heard before, it's more solid. But, when I hear a very very very loud sound that I wasn't expecting, it's completely solid and very blinding." She was easing up on the bad mood, it felt good to finall tell somebody. "Sometimes I see a sound before it actually reaches my ears, usually when something is coming towards me. Like, the sound of leaves and brush being disturbed is always a brown rectangle. The water here is a blue slashes. Your voice is a light blue splotch. My voice is yellow swirls." She looked up from the log and faced him. "That's how I knew it was you drowning, I saw your color when you yelled." She laid down and crossed her white paws and looked off into the distance, scowling. "I was blinded by the sound of the earthquake, it literally made it so that I couldn't see. I was terrified and scared........I hate to be vulnerable like that." She paused. "Now you know." She mumbled.

[Soul Dreamcatcher]

And here's a treat- clickyyy

"Yeah, I get you. You wouldn't understand if I told you."

If there was one thing in the world that Soul utterly despised, it was being told that he didn't, or wouldn't, understand something. Oh all the arrogant things a person could say, this one struck the deepest with the orange tabby, so naturally, anger clouded his judgment for a moment.

He glared at the water for a second longer before looking up with every intention of complaining to the she-cat that she couldn't just back out of a truth. He'd done her dare, after all.

But when his amber eyes flickered up to catch of glimpse of her red ones, the feelings of annoyance and unfairness died away almost immediately. She just looked so apprehensive and undecided... Almost younger. He felt a stab of sympathy for her.

"Hey..." He mumbled grudgingly, his conscience getting the best of him as his narrow eyes hit the ground again, "it's cool if you don't want to say... I can ask a different question..."

A minute of silence settled between the two, with Soul feeling unsettled and Melody looking torn. As both sorted out their thoughts, Mel's voice brought him back to reality.

""Alright, fine."

He pushed down the triumphant feeling rising in his chest, eagerness at her apparent reluctance to tell. Surprised he wasn't seeing steam billowing out from her ears, the orange tabby instinctively leaned in closer when she began to speak again.

Her explanation made something in his mind click, and all thoughts of how the condition might affect the two were abandoned for the amount of time it took for Soul to quip up,

"Wait, yeah... I heard about something like that once, synestlua or something. Saw it on TV once, back when I lived with my old owner..."

And then it dawned on him that what she'd just told him was probably really personal and took a lot of guts to explain.

"Wow... that must be weird... colors and shapes?"

Soul suddenly felt an impulse to lean forward off the side of the raft and bat the waters edge, so acting on it, he retracted the soaked orange paw and asked her almost excitedly,

"What color did that make?"

He poured around the raft making odd gestures before repeating the question a couple of times, grinned in fascination.

"Hey Mel, you know what I just realized? That weird synstudulus thing of yours probably saved my life back there. I mean I would've drowned for sure. I was ready to give up... Guess getting you back to the surface was the motivation I needed, even if you were pretty heavy."

A second later Soul's eyes widened a fraction of an inch and he backed away, insisting quickly,

"Not that I'm saying you're heavy... I mean you got a lot of fur and it was in w-water and..."

Trailing off, the orange tabby swiftly changed the subject with,

"So! My turn for truth or dare... I'll go truth!"

[Melody Redgaze]

"Wait, yeah... I heard about something like that once, synestlua or something. Saw it on TV once, back when I lived with my old owner..." Soul mewed thinkingly.

He didn't react the way she expected him to. She expected him to grunt with anger or not speak to her anymore. She thought he would just glow with horror at the thought of somebody different. Melody thought that Soul wouldn't like her anymore, that he wouldn't want to be her friend anymore. But he was....interested? Now, to the white she-cat this was strange. Nobody had ever been interested in her "condition" before. This new place was bringing all these strange and different feelings to her. And...she kinda liked them.

"Wow... that must be weird... colors and shapes?"

She responded, he wasn't uncomfortable about this so why should she be? "I don't know what it's called, but yeah. Colors and shapes. Shapes and colors. It's how I associate things. Once I see the color of a sound I almost never forget it. Then there's this human thing they put up on signs and stuff those words, yeah, every letter is a different color. I try to stay away from those kinda of things because it's so confusing." She smiled, a little weak and fake. She ended up frowning. "I hate it though. It's very annoying to be different and when everybody hates you for it you end up shutting up about it and not talking about much." She shrugged though, as if she was just shrugging it off. "But life's too short, life's for loving and living. Not hating and dying." She smiled lightly.

She grinned for real when the orange tabby reached down with his paw and made the water splash a little making those blue slashes cross in front of her. "All water, the ocean, splashes, and things like that make a blue slash." She turned her head towards the waterfall. "But the waterfall back there, now that makes the same blue but squares, not splashes."

The orange tabby went around the make-shift raft and made little gestures that would make sounds and she told them what color and shape it made. She smiled at his enthusiasm. Then he spoke.

"Hey Mel, you know what I just realized? That weird synstudulus thing of yours probably saved my life back there. I mean I would've drowned for sure. I was ready to give up... Guess getting you back to the surface was the motivation I needed, even if you were pretty heavy." He quickly added something when she raised one eyebrow. ""Not that I'm saying you're heavy... I mean you got a lot of fur and it was in w-water and..." He changed the subject really suddenly before she had time to answer. "So! My turn for truth or dare... I'll go truth!"

She laughed and thought of somethign that would register as a good truth. Mel was clever, she could figure something out. She went into a deep thought-trans. The soft murmur of the water hitting the wood made her drift off, the blue slashes made her happy and at peace. She looked at the amber-eyed tabby. She suddenly knew what just to ask. "Where'd you come from?"

OOC: got that from his bio! ;D

[Soul Dreamcatcher]

And here's a treat- clickyyy

"I hate it though. It's very annoying to be different and when everybody hates you for it you end up shutting up about it and not talking about much."

Soul glanced over at her, amber eyes wide. What she'd just said hit him pretty hard- being different was definitely a task, especially when there was nothing you could do about it. I mean, not knowing anything about the world at age one did damage, when you were told to do something that anyone else would understand.

"Yeah..." He murmured, looking down, "it sucks."

But then Mel gave a short shrug, finishing off with, "But life's too short, life's for loving and living. Not hating and dying."

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This lifted his spirits a bit. Melody was so complex he felt like she was miles away from him. Like every time he thought he was close enough to touch her, she said something else that caught him off-guard and sent him spirally backwards.

"Life is definitely for the loving," He agreed whole-heartedly, grinning back at her and shifting his position so that he was lying down, resting his head on his paws. He was waiting for her response to his truth, and watching her thoughtful face carefully, her lips twitched and suddenly heard her say to last thing he wanted to be asked.

"Where'd you come from?"

It was like a huge gust of wind had swooped down and punched him in the stomach. He had frozen in his spot, with part of his brain panicking and the other coming up with some way to sidestep the question.

"W-well..." He stammered, throwing himself into a sitting position and pawing the ground nervously, his tail lashing as he looked at anything besides her. "Well, a m-mom and a dad of course..."

Don't be so selfish, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Melody's did, she was perfectly honest with you, and that was her deepest, darkest secret she just shared.

And with a grudging sigh, he realized that the dumb answer he'd given her wouldn't pass anyways, so tipped his head and face the sky before giving a deep breath and answering,

"I don't know."

Looking back at her, he found that she hadn't moved, so he continued nervously,

"I woke up at age one in the middle of the night, sitting on a hill a couple miles from the city. No clue who I was nor how I had gotten there... No clue about anything, really..."

He shifted his weight onto his other paw, letting his heartbeat slow down into a more calm pace until he realized that he'd been sitting there for over twenty seconds completely silent. He carried on hastily,

"And uh... Then I was in the pound, and then the I lived at the circus... some people died, and I ended up here." The orange tom finished lamely, attempted a grin and ending up at a grimace. It was he turn to be shocked- finding out that he had an excuse to be incredibly immature would surprise her, no doubt.

"Sometimes... sometimes I get thoughts, or have dreams that I don't recognize but know they mean something... like a little while ago I remembered that my birthday was in the summertime, and up until that moment I hadn't the faintest clue. But the secondi t crossed my mind, I just-"

He laughed, shutting his eyes and rubbing his face before opening them again.

"I just knew."

He let his gaze travel back to Mel's still slightly damp form, and ended the explanation with,

"So... your turn... truth or dare?"

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[Melody Redgaze]

"Life is definitely for the loving."

Melody thought that Soul would take this statement and make it silly and totally like...against the current. That's what she was starting to understand about him. That he said things that normal cats wouldn't dare to say. But, he didn't.

An uncomfortable expression crossed Soul's face. Holy shit, did she say something wrong? Did she offend him. When he began to stammer, she knew something was up... "W-well.... Well, a m-mom and a dad of course..." She was saddened. He was acting very odd about where he came from. Why was this? Thousands of emotions swirled in her head as the blue splotches and the blue dots appeared in front of her eyes. She was curious, confused, and upset all at the same time. After a wall of silence, Mel suspected either he was feeling very very very akward or argueing with his consience.
Soul, have a consience? That's funny. She thought sarcastically.

Then, he spoke.

"I don't know."

What!? How could you not know where you come from? Well, she was about to find out, wasn't she? She settled her head down a little and listened to the blue splotches.

"I woke up at age one in the middle of the night, sitting on a hill a couple miles from the city. No clue who I was nor how I had gotten there... No clue about anything, really.... And uh... Then I was in the pound, and then the I lived at the circus.... some people died, and I ended up here."

She just had to interject. "You lived at the circus? The humans with sticks at the animal shelter watched the circus on that moving screen sometimes." She wanted to clear what a circus actually was first. "Wait...a circus is the ring with the elephant and weird two-legs that can bend over backwards, right?" Aftter the answer, she listened again to what he was saying. It was all very, very interesting.

"Sometimes... sometimes I get thoughts, or have dreams that I don't recognize but know they mean something... like a little while ago I remembered that my birthday was in the summertime, and up until that moment I hadn't the faintest clue. But the secondi t crossed my mind, I just-" He laughed a little and closed his eyes and opened them again. ""I just knew."

Melody nodded and smiled. "That's cool. Sounds like you had some serious memory loss there buddy, don't worry, it'll all come back to you sometime. I bet you had a wonderful family." She said assuringly and came closer to him and plopped right down next to him. She wasn't mad or distrusting or hating him anymore. He was sweet and nice and funny and charming and--

"So... your turn... truth or dare?"

She thought a moment. She looked up at the sky, it was now twilight. She loved this time of night. She smiled a little as the light of the full moon flooded over her white fur, making her look like a ghost. Especially with those red jewels for eyes. "I'm really likin' this truth thing." She giggled a little bit and smiled at the tom next to her.

She finally had a friend.

[Soul Dreamcatcher]

And here's a treat- clickyyy

Soul had to laugh when she began to describe circuses from her point of view. To tell the truth, his time at that place had seemed too short. With the Meistro and everyone, it was hard not to look back and wish he was there.

But, as Melody said, life was for the living.

And the loving.

So, further shoving down those feelings of regret that always tried to arise at the least convenient moment, Soul listened in complete astonishment as Melody managed to take nearly all of his insecurities and display perfect faith in their resolvent. Staring at her confident form, he found that she was becoming more and more drawn to the she-cat. There was no one like her. There never would be.

"That's cool. Sounds like you had some serious memory loss there buddy, don't worry, it'll all come back to you sometime. I bet you had a wonderful family."

And no words were in his vocabulary to properly explain just how much that one statement, those three sentences, those twenty-eight words meant to the tabby. She came up, close to him, sat down, and smiled. He gaped at her, train of thought temporarily (or permanently, depending on whether or not he ever had a train of thought) stopped in its tracks.

How did she do that?

He was broken out of his astounded thoughts at the sound of her voice. "I'm really likin' this truth thing." Followed by the pretty sound of her laugh. Enjoying the sound, Soul purred and leaned closer to her, hissing huskily,

"Oh yeah? I can ask you anything, you know. You shouldn't sound so carefree. How's this for a question: do you want me?"

He teasingly narrowed his amber eyes at her, close enough to tickle the whiskers on her cheeks with his warm breath. Ah, it had been quite a large amount of time since he'd annoyed the she-cat- now seemed like a good time as ever.

ooc: muse go boom.

[Melody Redgaze]

She just watched the orange feline next to her. There was nothing extremely significant about the tom from first glance, he was just a regular, plain, orange tabby cat. There was nothing special, nothing odd about him. The envy swirled up inside of her, how good would it be to at least appear normal. She could still see her colors, in fact, she rather liked her colors. In a love-hate kind of way. She just looked at him, not really taking in any expressions or being observant as she normally would be.

She heart the sound of his purr as he leaned closer, natural reaction made her lean back away from Soul. Then he asked something.

"Oh yeah? I can ask you anything, you know. You shouldn't sound so carefree. How's this for a question: do you want me?"

He leaned ever closer still until she could feel the tickling of his wiskers and the warmth of his breath. The narrow-eyed look that he gave her made it seem kind of serious. But, it was Soul. How could he be serious. She just purred and laughed. "And what do you think the answer to that is, little tom?" Melody smiled and met his amber eyes. "N.O.P.E." She enjoyed how the colors that their voices made intertwined in a sort of ribbon-shape. She kept purring.

Melody went back on Soul's question, did she really want him? No. She shook her head metaphorically. Of course not? I mean, they were just friends. And Soul was such a flirt she'd get jealous every time he came up on another she-cat. Melody couldn't like the tabby, it was absurd! How many toms want to love a synesthesic albino cat? She looked at her reflection in the water, she was hideous! The night made her eyes glow and she felt like she appeared to be the devil in she-cat form. She grimaced and looked back at Soul and grinned, trying to keep the upbeat mood.

So, your turn. Truth or dare.

I was too lazy to come up with a new post header. xD Hope you don't mind.

[Soul Dreamcatcher]

And here's a treat- clickyyy

"And what do you think the answer to that is, little tom?"

Soul could hardly call that fair; he knew he was taller than her, at least. Still, the same feral grin appeared on his face as he answered the question while at the same time knowing he was going no where,

"Yes, with a capitol Y."

"N.O.P.E."

"Ouch!" he exclaimed, placing a paw over on his chest, "be careful! cold rejection is not something this heart is familiar with!" He laughed, getting more comfortable in his spot. Hopefully the log would dock soon, and they could continue the conversation somewhere less... forced.

But then a voice broke into his head, reminding him harshly, uh, Soul, she doesn't like you, remember? The only reason Mel's talking to you right now is because you're trapped on a log in the middle of a river together.

A wave of resentment washed over him, making him look down at his paws. Shut up.

"Whatever, I'll do either," he told her lightly, trying not to let the reality of the situation bring him down too much. What he'd said wasn't a lie; he actually wasn't too well-acquainted with rejection. Maybe that's why, even when it was fully- expected and brought upon by himself, it still stung.

-.- angsty brat. yup, you can use the header, i dunt mind x3 ah... muse was a little low ;-; but hey, there you go. Now whichever one you think of first, he'll do

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