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thestormishere) wrote2011-01-28 05:46 pm
thestormishere) wrote2011-01-28 05:46 pm
☈ strike #07 (action)
[ So. Even though there seems to be an 'experiment' in full swing this week, several days later Lightning still has yet to be affected for some reason. Not that she's complaining, of course, considering she has several new problems on her hands anyway-- namely, the recent appearance of both Hope and Sazh to Luceti. Talk about complicated. Needless to say, Soldier Girl here needs another outlet; therefore, she has decided to develop a new skill:
Knife-throwing.
Because clearly, being a superpowered, magic-slinging former-sergeant trained in the use of a gunblades and bazookas and airships and who knows what else doesn't make her quite dangerous enough. Yeah, she knows the basics of using a knife in hand, and she can throw one fairly decently already, but that... is not enough.
And so she's practicing, outside near the forest and in a particularly snowy patch of ground- this is because not only is she working on her ability to toss sharp objects, but is trying to improve her maneuverability in the snow at the same time as well. After all, you never know when something like that might become important.
She probably makes an interesting sight too, holding a knife out in front of her like she's taking aim, but then turning around completely and launching herself backwards into not just one flip, but two - briefly touching down between them, off-hand braced in the snow - before flinging the knife mid-flight. However, although the weapon hits her target, once Lightning has bounced to a stop and surveyed the throw, she still seems unsatisfied (you know, despite pulling that off at all in the first place).
So she does it again, and again, and again, until finally, she feels like she's gotten a little better and gets ambitious enough to try something a little different. Setting her feet, she picks up a knife in both hands, jumps back again and-- abruptly loses her equilibrium in the air, so that the knives go flying off-course entirely, and she goes crashing down unceremoniously with a bark of surprise. A moment later, she's rolled to her feet, looking bewildered and displeased, and a moment after that, she looks down and notices that she's no longer herself. Again. ]
... Oh.
[ Yeah. "Oh" is right, considering she's suddenly several years younger, with longer hair and a face that's far more used to smiling than frowning-- her little sister, Serah's, actually. Furthermore, despite so many others getting to keep them, for the time being she's been stripped of her powers completely. If you... just got a knife to the kidney, then sorry, blame the Malnosso, and hopefully it didn't go too deep?
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Knife-throwing.
Because clearly, being a superpowered, magic-slinging former-sergeant trained in the use of a gunblades and bazookas and airships and who knows what else doesn't make her quite dangerous enough. Yeah, she knows the basics of using a knife in hand, and she can throw one fairly decently already, but that... is not enough.
And so she's practicing, outside near the forest and in a particularly snowy patch of ground- this is because not only is she working on her ability to toss sharp objects, but is trying to improve her maneuverability in the snow at the same time as well. After all, you never know when something like that might become important.
She probably makes an interesting sight too, holding a knife out in front of her like she's taking aim, but then turning around completely and launching herself backwards into not just one flip, but two - briefly touching down between them, off-hand braced in the snow - before flinging the knife mid-flight. However, although the weapon hits her target, once Lightning has bounced to a stop and surveyed the throw, she still seems unsatisfied (you know, despite pulling that off at all in the first place).
So she does it again, and again, and again, until finally, she feels like she's gotten a little better and gets ambitious enough to try something a little different. Setting her feet, she picks up a knife in both hands, jumps back again and-- abruptly loses her equilibrium in the air, so that the knives go flying off-course entirely, and she goes crashing down unceremoniously with a bark of surprise. A moment later, she's rolled to her feet, looking bewildered and displeased, and a moment after that, she looks down and notices that she's no longer herself. Again. ]
... Oh.
[ Yeah. "Oh" is right, considering she's suddenly several years younger, with longer hair and a face that's far more used to smiling than frowning-- her little sister, Serah's, actually. Furthermore, despite so many others getting to keep them, for the time being she's been stripped of her powers completely. If you... just got a knife to the kidney, then sorry, blame the Malnosso, and hopefully it didn't go too deep?
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strikingusdown. ]
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You must really like airships, then. [ Just like Zack apparently likes flying, which brings up some... interesting questions about their world and/or lives- coincidence, or something else? She wonders idly what the others from the same place might have turned into too. ]
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So... hm. You'd never ridden in one at all before?
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And for an instant she freezes at mention of that name, but then just makes a soft hmph and quickly moves on. It's too bad that question is kind of rough on her too, though- guess what happened about that time in her life? ] I... yeah. Not at fifteen, but the Guardian Corps trained me a few years ago anyway. Pretty standard.
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Cid's another friend we picked up while traveling. He's only 32, but the way he talks about us "kids", you might think he's older! He's one of the best captains there is. I bet he'd love to hear about the technology in your world. He always dreamed of being the first man in space in ours. [...Wait. She puts a finger on her chin, pondering.] Has Cocoon ever done any space exploration?
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-- That description sounds kind of familiar for another reason, actually, although-- ]
"Space?"
[ She looks strangely baffled at the question for once, pausing with her hand on the door to the inside of the apartment building. The only thing that would save her here from being completely clueless is the fact that she has done some research over how the sun and moon and stars work (in addition to that seasons thing), but... she doesn't remember that term at the moment, and only has a vague guess at what Aerith might be talking about from context.... ]
You mean...? [ Okay, no, her brows draw together, unable to think of how to phrase her question properly. These concepts are absolutely foreign to her. ]
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Outer space. Out in the stars. --Oh, but the stars are too far for anyone to reach now, of course. I don't know if Cid even planned to reach the moon. He just wanted to show it could be done. I guess... you haven't.
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[ It's a little frustrating, really- as a soldier, she was actually one of the people most removed from the illusion of Cocoon's perfection... but in the end, what had seemed like a lot actually hardly mattered at all. She had been just as taken in as everyone else, and she had never seriously spent much thought about what really existed beyond Cocoon. There had never really been a reason to, and her government certainly never encouraged it.
Her mind keeps going over that in detail as she goes through the door, sighing quietly when the increased warmth inside hits her. She has to wonder if it's even worth it trying to wrap her head around a universe that's so much bigger than she'd ever thought, considering her predicament... ]
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[She also sighs at the warmth, happily--this body really isn't good at handling the cold in winter. Though she's sure that wasn't always the case, given where her parents had lived... maybe Ifalna just bundled up better than she did. She heads to her apartment, moving to open the door. She looks back at Lightning, her expression still pleasant but neutral.]
I used to be scared of the sky, actually. [It's offered up--not quite common ground, because she can't imagine Lightning with that kind of fear--but just put out there. Not everyone thinks about the great big Out There; a lot of people are happy with their place. ...Or too afraid to leave.]
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... That's insane.
[ It... might just explain that fascination with flying, though. ]
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[...Aaand they can get into the apartment now.]
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Hm. Better than nothing...
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Much better. I've traveled a good part of the world now, so I don't feel so sheltered.
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Makes sense. Leaving your comfort zone, and all...
[ She walks into the main room farther, but obviously, she seems very distracted with her arms still crossed strangely. Come to think of it, Aerith's never mentioned why they were traveling, but... ]
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Right, just like that.
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I don't think I'm a l'Cie right now.
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[...But from the sound of it, Hope had one too.]
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If the Brands aren't actually connected to the soul somehow, then that... that still means the final stages act to trap it when it gets that far.
But nobody knows what happens to a l'Cie who dies before that happens. It could still be connected. [ Sullen and just thinking aloud there. Also, a thought: if Lightning had let Sazh kill Serah, would she have just turned Cie'th anyway before getting the chance to crystallize? Would she and the others have turned if the plans to execute them had worked? ]
...I can't think of anything else but:
[And Aerith has gone back to herself here.
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Also what, this place is so, so weird with all this changing stuff.]Then we'd better figure out a way to get the Brands off. Quick. It's not just me we have to worry about now.
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