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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.
[Filtered]
[Yes, he would like an explanation - and there's her opportunity to be as vague as she wants with it. He likes details, but he doesn't necessarily need the story behind them.]
...that icon.... [Filtered]
I was cursed back in my world: given a task to complete and a Brand to mark and remind me. It's supposed to start out all black and then slowly change to show how much time is left; when the red eye opens in the middle and is surrounded by arrows... that's when what you saw on the battlefield takes place.
... My Brand is completely white now. Burned out.
XD It seemed to fit? [Filtered]
What is it with all these worlds and their curse marks?
He's in no place to presume anything, but he thinks she's better off without it. Maybe he's wrong and she willingly took the mark. He won't ask - it's irrelevant now.]
Aa. Well you obviously know best about that.
And no one else from your world has this mark?
a_a! [Filtered]
Fortunately, her head is still turned, which will hopefully conceal any flaws in her poker face here. ]
There were several of us, back home, but... [ She turns back as she trails off, lips pressing together. ] ...Was there anything else?
[Filtered]
...yeah. [He blinks; pulls himself back from his thoughts.]
I wouldn't be surprised if you never wanted to take me up on it, but if you need my help with anything down the line... Just let me know. You'll have it.
[Filtered]
[ Because yeah... it's pretty unlikely she's ever going to be comfortable around the guy who, in the end, held her Cie'th form in place and helped tear it to pieces, but if the offer is legitimate it would be poor strategy to simply dismiss it. ]
...pfft. And forgive the html fail on that last one. [Filtered]
Anyways. If you don't need anything else from me...
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