☈ strike #04 (voice / action)

[thestormishere]

[ It takes a while before Lightning finally attempts getting in touch with those she interacted with the most (and who she assumes probably figured out who she actually was) while aged down and in Zack's body. When she does, it's filtered to those mentioned, but not particularly secured against hacking or anything, clearly having been 'posted' quickly and with a tone of voice that's very short and to the point. ]

Zack, Aerith, Cloud- we need to talk.

[ And after that's all been taken care of, well... all that's left is to gather up her dignity and try to move on from the whole damn mess, right? Get some fresh air and cool her head, pick up something from the grocery that isn't in a can and won't choke her with flavor....

Problem is... the experiments' effects are far from done with her.



One of these is what Lightning is this evening, instead of the pink-haired ex-soldier she should be. And as if suddenly finding herself as a chocobo isn't bad enough, that's when that oh-so-nice random teleportation kicks in too, sending her... oh, who knows. The middle of town? Your front porch? Who wouldn't want a massive eight foot tall yellow bird in their bathroom? Look at those long curly eyelashes and huge killer claws! ♥ ]

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[reversededge.livejournal.com]

[This place is strange enough without monstrously large birds appearing out of nowhere while Kenshin is walking down the street, thanks. He doesn't appreciate it very much.]

[thestormishere]

[ Well, she doesn't appreciate it either, shrieking rather indignantly in surprise as she practically falls right on top of Kenshin, all four wings flapping in an attempt to regain her balance. In this body? Probably not quite as successful as hoped. ]

[reversededge.livejournal.com]

[A less well-coordinated man might be getting a feathery butt to the face right about now, but Kenshin manages to avoid that indignity. Mostly. He gets sideswiped by a wing and stands there, blinking. An older version of himself would be oro-ing.]

...Wha...what.

[thestormishere]

[ 'What' is right. She manages to stumble into righting herself away from the man, though still clearly flustered and humming in feathery agitation. ]

Ah...

[gardenerofgaia.livejournal.com]

You're back to yourself.

[voice]

[thestormishere]

... Yes.

[ Ah yeah, she definitely knew. Probably the entire time too, which is just... where do you even start? ]

Where are you?

[voice]

[gardenerofgaia.livejournal.com]

The flower shop. Do you remember the way here? Unless you'd like to meet somewhere else.

[voice] > [action]

[thestormishere]

No, stay there.

[ NO MORE TALKING NOW. She closes the journal immediately and heads that way, wearing her own clothing and definitely her weapon, thank you very much. Of course, she doesn't even remember the whole rose thing with male!Aerith until she's closer, but by then it's too late and she... refuses to back down now anyway, regardless of any awkwardness. Safe to say being a little girl again for over five days is... a little higher-tier on the problem scale than that, too.

Unsurprisingly, her mood's clearly pretty weird when she shows up, though. Embarrassed, mostly. A little confused. Also, extremely angry at whoever thought it would be amusing to do that to her. ]

[action]

[gardenerofgaia.livejournal.com]

[...Oookay. Lightning's terse and Aerith is not exactly sure what this is about. Hopefully she's not mad about how she and Zack handled things...? Admittedly, there probably had been some better way to handle telling the younger her about the situation, but--it's not like they got time to prepare.

So when she sees Lightning's expression, she sighs.]

These stupid experiments really need to stop soon.

[action]

[thestormishere]

No kidding.

[ Lightning crosses her arms, putting her weight on one foot. Her memories of the last week are... odd - in a way, like a long, really vivid dream. Although... ah right, those. She frowns, making her observation here rather blandly: ]

You've still got the thought things going on.

[rydia-of-light.livejournal.com]

[Rydia eeps in delight when she heads downstairs and sees the large bird in the living room.]

THEODORECECILCEODORESELPHIE, THERE'S A CHOCOBO IN THE HOUSE!

[The little girl runs up to the large bird.]

I'm Rydia! Want to be friends?

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

[Well who can resist the temptation of checking out a potential chocobo? Ceodore comes racing down the stairs at breakneck speed to see.]

A chocobo?! I want to ride it!

[thestormishere]

[ WAIT WHY IS SHE IN A HOUSE? WHY ARE THERE YELLING KIDS?? WHY IS SHE A CHOCOBO??? She takes an awkward step backwards on legs and feet that are way too long, pulling her head up and back. ]

I'm not...

[ TALKING CHOCOBO. ]

[rydia-of-light.livejournal.com]

[Rydia's mouth drops open.]

You can talk?!

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

[Ceodore's does the same and his eyes go wide as saucers.]

Wooooooooow! A talking chocobo!

[Voice / Filtered... sort of]

[wingenvy]

Oh, hey! Cl- wait, Aerith said you were probably... Lightning? [Switched names are confusing. But yaaaay, their bodies are back.]

[Voice / Filtered...ish]

[thestormishere]

[ -- Fffff don't say it! She makes a sound that's somewhere between a sigh and clearing her throat. ]

It's Lightning.

[ All things considered, she would have preferred a much better introduction than this, but... yeah, that's not happening. And unfortunately, just because she asked after him doesn't really make this any easier. ]

[Voice / Filtered...ish]

[wingenvy]

[Oops. Well, at least he tried to hide it?]

Lightning! It's nice to meet you now that you're the right age. Feeling better now?

[Voice / Filtered...ish]

[thestormishere]

[ Wow is this guy... really that cheerful all the time? Lightning had been inclined to think he might have just been acting that way for her benefit, when she'd been half-panicked out of her mind and all. ]

You could say that.

[ And if that sounded a little forced, the next question is even more so. She's not really interested in having this discussion on the journal system- from what she's seen? She doesn't trust it at all. ]

... Are you at your apartment?

[Voice / Filtered...ish]

[wingenvy]

Yeah, I'm there if you want to drop by.

[He assumes that's what she wants, anyway. Actually he's curious about what she wants to discuss, though it was probably weird to be in a SOLDIER's body. He definitely felt different in the body of a little girl, after all.]

ho hum /slipping in here [Voice]

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

What is it? [Cranky man is cranky for reasons undisclosed. This conversation will probably be either short or a trainwreck.]

[Voice]

[thestormishere]

[ What's his problem? Well, she can be short too- no use wasting too much of his time if he's busy or brooding about something or whatever. ]

.... This is Lightning. It's about the last week.

[Voice]

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[Last week, last week...did he talk to her last week? No, he's pretty sure he didn't.]

What about last week?

[Voice]

[thestormishere]

[ ..... Sigh. Great, so he never figured it out, then. As tempting as it is to just leave it at that... no, she already decided on dealing with this. It's probably best he find out from her, too.

However, that's not really something she wants to talk about over the journals, considering she doesn't trust the whole 'filtering' thing at all, yet. ]

Hm, are you in the building?

[Voice]

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

I'm in my building. [...do they live in the same building? See how observant he is?

But maybe he should stop being a jerk. It's not her fault those freaks made him a LADY and fabricated memories and slfdkjsf. Grr.]

Sorry. Didn't sleep well. Where did you wanna meet?