thestormishere | ☈ strike #09 (video / action)

[ Lightning looks particularly tired today, although even with it obvious that she's got her journal open, she's clearly not looking at it- something that might explain why she doesn't seem to notice that she's 'recording' herself. ]

I'm not tired.

[ She seems pretty frustrated, too. After a moment, she literally tosses the journal aside- the image spins wildly... and yet keeps going even after it lands. A view of Lightning's legs strolling away can be seen, and then Aerith, standing a short distance away and fiddling with the staff in her hands. Lightning stops next to her, hand on hip, but their conversation - if any - is seemingly too low to be caught.

They're in the battledome, and anyone who happens to be around out there or tuning in curiously will quickly see that what they're doing doesn't seem very interesting: like many others, preparing for the draft by fighting simulated Third Party combatants. Lightning takes point, wielding her gunblade with practiced ease as Aerith calls on the magic of the Filial spirits, firing jets of water and following up with her staff. Those familiar with spirit energy may also recognize that she's gathering and is close to unleashing it, a very faint glow of light around her body.

Eventually the last soldier collapses, the body fading away, and Aerith turns to Lightning. There's a slash on her arm, bloodied but shallow, but the brunette doesn't pay it mind for the moment, looking at Lightning with an earnest expression. ] All right, I'm ready.

Right... [ Lightning seems at once determined and uneasy as she folds her gunblade and slams it into its holster, shifting in place. Aerith pauses, then holds her staff in front of her, concentrating with her brow furrowed. The energy goes out from her, surrounding Lightning and surging forward as beams of light-- going specifically for her chest, from which a different glow starts to appear: bright blue, seemingly shining from a small but elaborate something beneath her sleeveless tunic...

But almost immediately after that, it's obvious that something is extremely wrong. The lights flare, almost seeming to clash, and what looks like it should be a magical healing of some sort causes Lightning to suddenly stagger back as if struck, pressing a hand into her chest.

And as if that wasn't enough, the pink-haired girl screams in pain. The sound abruptly cuts off just as the glow fades, Lightning wavers where she stands, and then just collapses, straight down with zero effort to catch herself- not a good sign, considering the former soldier could probably do that in her sleep.

OOC: Both video and action open! ]

Threaded | Flat

[that... was not supposed to happen. What did that do?]

Edited 2011-02-25 01:40 (UTC)

[During all of this, Jack is up in the viewing area, watching this unfold. Whenever they finish, Lightning might catch him up there, next to his odd poodle-sized blue ox. He'd been hoping for more catfight from the two of them. This was a little different. Interesting stuff, at least.]

[Hope had been walking the dog, journal accompanying him under an arm as he does so. He's been restless since he first heard of the draft, and with Lightning and Aerith having gone to the Battledome to practice... he's found himself unable to sit still. Indoors or out.

After returning Baldr to the apartment, he stops and leans against the door, opening the book like he had done several times before. Just in case. Flickering over a clip that seems to be from the ground, he almost skips past it—that is, until Lightning's voice catches his attention.

Watching the entire scene unfold, dumbfounded, he's entirely silent until he hears that scream—it's a horrible sound that cuts him to the core. He presses a hand to his chest, his own book slipping out of his hand.]

LIGHTNING!

[Panicked, he darts his head this way and that, sizing up the distance between here and there...

Then Hope decides he's not waiting for a response. Snatching up the journal, he bolts from the community building toward the river, over the bridge to the path that would lead him there.

Whether he'd be welcomed in the dome or not is irrelevant as far as he's concerned.]

[Okay that's not something he expected to see upon opening the journal. Even if things have been kind of weird since the experiment, there's no way he can just ignore that.]

Hey, hey! What happened!? Are you guys okay!? [Does he need to charge in to the rescue, bbs.]

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[Voice] fashionably late |D