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☇ Lightning ([personal profile] thestormishere) wrote2010-11-12 11:28 am

☈ strike #01 (action / voice)

[ Amidst the chilly but otherwise relatively nice weather, out of the forest there's suddenly evidence of several small explosions: first a blaze of light and smoke, then directly afterward an even brighter flash and what sounds suspiciously like a clap of thunder... as if a storm had struck right there despite it being reasonably clear. When the echoes die out and birds stop screaming warnings and flying away, there's only a young woman, pink-haired and severe-looking, standing near the center of the blasts.

Good day Luceti, Lightning's just arrived, and she's already killed a random deer- within the first quarter hour of her waking up here, even, although at the time she thought it was out of self-defense. The animal just came too close, and anyone who cares to investigate the disruption would soon discover Lightning first stamping out any small fires she inadvertently caused, then cautiously half-kneeling by the beast as she checks it for life. What was such a weak animal doing out by itself in the wilderness, anyway?

Several minutes later finds the very confused-but-hiding-it former-soldier - already changed into her regular clothing - finally making her presence known on the journals. Initially she just flips through the pages and listens in on what little can be heard at the time, but she does eventually speak... her tone very flat and to the point, of course. It's more of a demand than a question, really. ]


Where is this?

[action]

[identity profile] herobydefault.livejournal.com 2010-11-16 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[As he watches her leave it occurs to him that he never found out who she is, so he calls out after her.]

Hey! What's your name?

[action]

[identity profile] herobydefault.livejournal.com 2010-11-16 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[...seriously? Well, he's got no room to talk.]

Right. See you around.

[And Cloud will let her go about her business as he goes about his. About ten minutes later it strikes him just who she looks like.

She looks like a young, pink version of his mom.]