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thestormishere) wrote2010-12-27 05:20 pm
thestormishere) wrote2010-12-27 05:20 pm
☈ strike #06 (action / voice)
[ Lightning doesn't tell anyone the reason why she spends so much time outside despite her hatred of the native weather. Walking or jogging in the cold, training at the 'battledome' and barracks, visiting the stores when people tend to not be around... these things keep her busy, in the time she's not poring over the journals and library and whatever else she can get her hands on, looking for some clue towards what she's supposed to do with herself.
She's certain her time left to complete her Focus - something she cannot do here even if she wanted - is running out. Running out fast. Needless to say, it's pretty difficult to indulge in any sort of holiday mood for long, with the threat of either dying or turning into a monster hanging over her head.
Today, however, the ex-soldier has something entirely new adding to the mix of things on her mind- one that's not hard to figure out for once, considering the mild spectacle she's sort of making of herself around the outside of community housing building 4 right now. In one hand, she's got a makeshift leash that probably started its life as a drawstring to a jacket's hood or something, and at the other end is a black fluffball of a puppy, snuffling around in the snow while his new owner watches with a stiff posture and mostly neutral expression. If there was anyone who actually knew her very well here, they'd probably be able to tell that she's... at a complete loss.
Eventually, she decides to try consulting anyone who might be near their journal, though as usual, she's sure to make it very short and to the point- ]
Who knows anything about dogs?
[ And... yeah. She's definitely going to be outside with the puppy quite a bit - mostly outside CH4 where she lives, though at some point she finally just picks him up and ventures into the part of town with the shops, searching for anything that might possibly help out in this... little predicament. ]
She's certain her time left to complete her Focus - something she cannot do here even if she wanted - is running out. Running out fast. Needless to say, it's pretty difficult to indulge in any sort of holiday mood for long, with the threat of either dying or turning into a monster hanging over her head.
Today, however, the ex-soldier has something entirely new adding to the mix of things on her mind- one that's not hard to figure out for once, considering the mild spectacle she's sort of making of herself around the outside of community housing building 4 right now. In one hand, she's got a makeshift leash that probably started its life as a drawstring to a jacket's hood or something, and at the other end is a black fluffball of a puppy, snuffling around in the snow while his new owner watches with a stiff posture and mostly neutral expression. If there was anyone who actually knew her very well here, they'd probably be able to tell that she's... at a complete loss.
Eventually, she decides to try consulting anyone who might be near their journal, though as usual, she's sure to make it very short and to the point- ]
Who knows anything about dogs?
[ And... yeah. She's definitely going to be outside with the puppy quite a bit - mostly outside CH4 where she lives, though at some point she finally just picks him up and ventures into the part of town with the shops, searching for anything that might possibly help out in this... little predicament. ]
[voice -> action]
[Just retrieving various odds and ends. But still.]
I can come down right now.
[And sure enough, she puts her things on a nearby desk and steps downstairs with Brown following at her heels.
Brown will be the first thing Lightning sees once the door opens; he always walks ahead of her when a door opens, to make sure things are safe for his fragile little mistress. But it's clearly a well-trained dog, despite the utter mousiness of its owner. Who steps outside moments later, looking no braver than she sounds.]
[voice -> action]
[ And so she is, a little ways from the door but pretty easy to spot with her pink hair and fluffy black dog who looks and acts no older than nine weeks old or so. Oh, and the big weapon in the holster behind her. Hopefully Jennifer wasn't... you know, expecting Lightning to be any less scary in person.
Well, at least at first- she has no intention of being mean to someone who doesn't deserve it! Therefore, when she spots the girl who's bound to be the one she was just talking to, she scoops the puppy up before he spots the other dog and starts bounding over himself, starting to approach neutrally (which is about as friendly as she can muster at the moment, under the circumstances). The puppy seems to be not quite sure what to do think about that. ]
[action]
WHAT I THOUGHT I REPLIED TO THISNo, she didn't. But she's scared of everyone. HOWEVER, puppy is enough to prompt a smile out of her. She stays by the door, but Brown is more than happy to trot up to Lightning in place of his owner with his tail wagging uncertainly.]Oh, you must be the owner...it's very cute. Um, have you named it yet?
[action]
[ Lightning's not so sure about Brown at first (especially after fighting so many doglike monsters set on her by the military, and especially since she's never seen a retriever), but she holds her hand out to him after a moment of deliberation, palm down. Meanwhile, the puppy strains in her other arm as he tries to reach far enough to get a good whiff of the bigger dog, tail wagging sporadically. ]
... I haven't, no.