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thestormishere) wrote2011-03-25 08:35 pm
thestormishere) wrote2011-03-25 08:35 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- !luceti,
- @aerith,
- @jack horner,
- @raine,
- @shikamaru,
- @yuekito,
- @zack fair,
- adventures of the timebomb,
- alright everyone,
- forgive her?,
- in the aftermath,
- let's get this over with,
- lots of stuff here,
- not apologizing this time,
- secretly distressed girl,
- stalking like a stalker,
- that never happened okay,
- the land of backdatistan
☈ strike #11 (backdated action / video)
[ Okay, so thanks to Luceti, Lightning has now accomplished the impossible: not only coming back from the dead, but coming back after becoming a Cie'th- something that is not supposed to happen under any circumstances. Despite that, however, everything is not as peachy as you'd think. Now? She's left in the aftermath, trying to sort things out without suffering some kind of breakdown in the process.
This is Lightning, though- she's not okay, but she is better than she was at first. Fortunately, her memories of the whole incident and leading directly up to it are relatively fuzzy-- or depending on your viewpoint, unfortunately, considering she feels like she should try and figure it out... and yet doesn't want to think about it too much due to the sheer level of awful being in that state felt like.
On top of that, her main problem now is actually not her l'Cie Brand that has burned its way to completion... but its sibling set onto Hope's arm that is very likely working its way into doing the same. She needs to do something about him, before it's too late.
But to avoid or put off her other 'obligations' at this point could seem cowardly, and Lightning is not a coward. Therefore, as soon as she's reasonably alright, she kicks herself into action, searching out those she knows and 'needs' to see, trolling around community housing building #4 and the village in general.
... She may or may not actually hunt down Zack, Aerith, and possibly Raine specifically-- at their work places, even, just in time for their shifts to end. Yes, she's just that stalker enough to have figured that sort of thing out.
In addition, she soon turns to the journals as well, making this short message aimed at the last draftees- the filter is not particularly strong, save for locking it away from Hope as well as she can manage: ]
Anyone who saw this on the battlefield... I need to talk to you.
[ A picture is pressed into the journal directly afterward: a crude rendition of two wings- one non-colored, the other filled in with blood-red marker. There's a short pause and then a sigh in the background, but Lightning withholds further comment until responses - if any - come in.
And to avoid the headache of figuring it all out... each piece of this is backdated to just whenever this stuff would have happened. Seriously: any time.And if anything's been missed, just make something up. ]
This is Lightning, though- she's not okay, but she is better than she was at first. Fortunately, her memories of the whole incident and leading directly up to it are relatively fuzzy-- or depending on your viewpoint, unfortunately, considering she feels like she should try and figure it out... and yet doesn't want to think about it too much due to the sheer level of awful being in that state felt like.
On top of that, her main problem now is actually not her l'Cie Brand that has burned its way to completion... but its sibling set onto Hope's arm that is very likely working its way into doing the same. She needs to do something about him, before it's too late.
But to avoid or put off her other 'obligations' at this point could seem cowardly, and Lightning is not a coward. Therefore, as soon as she's reasonably alright, she kicks herself into action, searching out those she knows and 'needs' to see, trolling around community housing building #4 and the village in general.
... She may or may not actually hunt down Zack, Aerith, and possibly Raine specifically-- at their work places, even, just in time for their shifts to end. Yes, she's just that stalker enough to have figured that sort of thing out.
In addition, she soon turns to the journals as well, making this short message aimed at the last draftees- the filter is not particularly strong, save for locking it away from Hope as well as she can manage: ]
Anyone who saw this on the battlefield... I need to talk to you.
[ A picture is pressed into the journal directly afterward: a crude rendition of two wings- one non-colored, the other filled in with blood-red marker. There's a short pause and then a sigh in the background, but Lightning withholds further comment until responses - if any - come in.
And to avoid the headache of figuring it all out... each piece of this is backdated to just whenever this stuff would have happened. Seriously: any time.
[Action]
She's also armed, her usual gunblade which was left in favor of something heavier for the draft hanging in its holster behind her. That's not because of Jack, though... probably. ]
[Action]
Okay, here I am. You want me to do the talking or what?
[Action]
... I'd like to know what Aerith told you. [ Frown. ] But if you've got something else to say, then get to it.
[Action]
[He reaches in a pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He fishes one out and a lighter follows.]
If she didn't tell you already, I was the one who did it. Finished you off, that is.
[Action]
[Action]
[He pops the cigarette in his mouth and lights it up.]
[Action]
You're giving me permission to hate you? Not hardly.
[Action]
I'm just saying I don't regret doing it. Sure, it would've been a shame if you didn't come back, but I'm pretty sure we both know there was no other way that was going down.
[Action]
[ Is she still uncomfortable? You bet. Trying to act like she hadn't already accepted someone might need to take her down before it even became necessary is plain wrong, though. ]
[Action]
Is it going to happen again?
[Action]
No.
[Action]
... I was going to bring your weapon back. Damn thing vanished when I was transported back.
[Action]
I asked for a different model than this one. [ She indicates the gunblade she's carrying with a slight turn of her head. ] One that uses explosive rounds.
[Action]
[Especially since they were dicks and wouldn't listen to him, just Aerith.]
[Action]
[Action]
So how about we leave all that business behind us and start over?
[Action]
I'm not looking to make friends here.
[Action]
I usually ain't either, but in case it's escaped your notice, we're all stuck living here together.
[Action]
She pushes off from the support, hands going to her sides. ] See you around, then.
[Action]
[He'll stick around here a bit before heading back. They live in the same building, no sense in making this more awkward for her. He can just finish his smoke out here.]