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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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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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