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thestormishere) wrote2011-03-11 11:33 pm
thestormishere) wrote2011-03-11 11:33 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- !luceti,
- @aerith,
- @coby,
- @elicia,
- @giles,
- @hope estheim,
- @jack horner,
- @shikamaru,
- another new feather!,
- except definitely not,
- forgive her?,
- look at my brand now guys,
- oh geez this isn't good,
- rain rain go away,
- regrets & sorrow depot,
- that didn't turn out well,
- the voices...!,
- this is so not fair,
- turning cie'th =/= good for sanity,
- wat do
☈ strike #10 (video / action)
[ It's really just the icing on the cake that, after everything's that happened to Lightning here- trapped away from her home, failing her Focus by force, conscripted to fight in a war she has little stake in, turning Cie'th on the battlefield of all things... she's finally returned to Luceti, not a week following her eventual death like what's supposed to happen, but ten days after the fact instead. It's not as bad as it could be, of course, but it's definitely enough to cause worry in a way she really wouldn't approve of at all.
And not only that, but it's raining as well. It's quickly approaching evening, and huge drops are heard landing heavily on the pages of a 'recording' journal laying open somewhere outside... and then suddenly a shriek- not unlike another one heard two weeks earlier, although this time it's localized not far from the center of the village. A minute later, and anyone then paying attention to this particular 'video' will get treated to a rather erratic view of the sky, an overhead structure of some kind in passing, and the occasional fleeting glimpse of Lightning, wearing a white dress and with most of her hair plastered wetly to her face.
There's also the sound of ripping, as someone in a state of acute distress begins tearing the pages out of said journal in handfuls. Overlaid on that is the sound of heavy, uneven breathing, what sounds suspiciously like the occasional sob, and-- ]
Stop it. Stop it!
[ ... Obviously, Lightning is not well right now- a fact that is not only apparent over the journals, but in person as well. It's certainly not normal for a woman in what looks to be New Feather garb to be sitting in the middle of the school's playground in the rain, hunched over and trying her best to destroy her own journal. Please help? ]
And not only that, but it's raining as well. It's quickly approaching evening, and huge drops are heard landing heavily on the pages of a 'recording' journal laying open somewhere outside... and then suddenly a shriek- not unlike another one heard two weeks earlier, although this time it's localized not far from the center of the village. A minute later, and anyone then paying attention to this particular 'video' will get treated to a rather erratic view of the sky, an overhead structure of some kind in passing, and the occasional fleeting glimpse of Lightning, wearing a white dress and with most of her hair plastered wetly to her face.
There's also the sound of ripping, as someone in a state of acute distress begins tearing the pages out of said journal in handfuls. Overlaid on that is the sound of heavy, uneven breathing, what sounds suspiciously like the occasional sob, and-- ]
Stop it. Stop it!
[ ... Obviously, Lightning is not well right now- a fact that is not only apparent over the journals, but in person as well. It's certainly not normal for a woman in what looks to be New Feather garb to be sitting in the middle of the school's playground in the rain, hunched over and trying her best to destroy her own journal. Please help? ]
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How long... has it been?
[ She grips Hope's shoulder automatically, though apparently careful not to actually lean on him much. Despite the quiet emptiness of her voice, however, the question finally holds most of her normal inflection-- if only because this time she's understandable.
As for her Brand... the rainy weather and former soldier's pale skin probably don't make it all that obvious, no, but it's definitely there at least in part, the top half showing above the line of her dress- white and grey, with the edges and where the arrows had been fading out as if smeared. Truthfully, it actually looks more like a brand now. ]
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He was supposed to be stronger now, but the suddenness of having her ripped away had unsealed past ghosts. Hope wasn't ready for any of it. But who can ever really brace themselves against something as stark and uncompromising as death?
Willing away those morbid thoughts, Hope answers honestly,] I don't even know anymore. We're just... glad to have you back.
[His gaze lifts, shifting toward Aerith's direction, feeling his chest seize with guilt over how he'd flung the brunt of his pain and anger at her.]
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[Hope's eyes might find hers still sad, regretful that any of this happened, but the smile she gives when she notices his guilty expression is soft and sincere. It had hurt, but even then she had known it was said from grief and pain.]
It's like Hope said. What matters is you're back now. [She pauses...] Does it hurt at all?
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And bizarrely, before she gets back to wondering about where her soul was for all that time and just how you were supposed to drag a Cie'th back to being human, she thinks: have they been feeding her dog the right amount? Has Hope been eating enough?
The sobering effect on her attitude is abrupt- when she answers there's a definite tinge of anger in her voice, and though at any other time and she'd probably be furious... it's a start. ]
Hurt? No. [ Her free hand goes to the altered Brand, ignoring the looks exchanged between the two in favor of putting on her own sour expression. ] If this is their doing--
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Like Fang's, is his immediate thought, and then he realizes he's staring and jerks his head away with a nervous cough.]
—your brand, it's...
[Still there. But halted. What happens now?
Hope slips a hand behind his back, attempting to do so casually. His own brand had advanced already, so soon after it had on Pulse, this time from the shock of Lightning's disappearance. She's gone through too much. Time to delay this bit of news as long as possible.
Though if she came back, maybe he will too—
Hope shakes his head, attempting to banish those sorts of thoughts from his mind for the time being. He must be strong. Now that she's back, he can be. Again.]
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