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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.
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All things considered... you did enough. Thanks, for that.
[ Aaaaand Lightning proves she's capable of the 'say one thing, mean a dozen things' deal- it's not just taking care of Hope while she was 'gone' that she's looking at here, but stuff before that too. Chances are she'll be getting to more of that shortly though, yeah. ]
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It's never really enough, but... well. Not much else he could have done.]
Next time, I'd like to fight with you guys. The worst part was not being there.
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However, her views are a little skewed right now. Of course she had zero desire to be out there-- as would pretty much anyone who knew they were not only about to fall to a senseless death, but that it had a high chance of being by the hands of allies. Right in front of your friend. ]
... It was bad enough with just Aerith there, Zack. [ She's not sure how much he's been told... but she's definitely not talking about all the regular fighting and enemies they took down there. ]
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It's not something people should ever have to do.]
Would've been better... if it was me. I've had to do that before.
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Maybe you're right, I don't know. I tried to think things through, but... [ Another pause as she thinks, her head down and hands lacing together in front of her, not even trying to hide her uncertainty now- she's tough, yeah, but she also knows now how much posturing can actually hurt more if you're not careful. And it's hard to stop talking once she's started. ] I don't think I was ready to accept what might happen, even then... and so when it happened, it took three other people to take care of me- people I hardly even know. They could have been hurt or killed if they hadn't already known what they were doing.
... Maybe I should have told someone else, too. [ A breath. ] I should have told you before I did. I'm sorry.
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It's okay. I understand why you didn't... I wouldn't have wanted to tell you something like that if it was me, either. I'm not mad, if that helps.
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[ She didn't really expect him to be mad, but... well, it's not every day she hits apology!mode, and when she does she tends to just really pull out the stops. At his comment she glances over- she can't quite decide if, compared to her, he's more honest or in denial (or both)... likely because most of what she knows of him is from during experiments, or when she was too distracted to take notice
of how he's not really that different even then.Following that, though, the thought process is inevitable- with this whole Cie'th thing... if they fail at finding a solution again, it's entirely possible that she may be obligated to enforce the fatal route with Hope too. Needless to say, the idea is terrifying. ]
I just... wish I could say that was the end of it.
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[No wonder she's worried... there's no reason he should have to go through this. No reason either of them should, of course, but what's done is done.]
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... Not if I can help it. [ Said quietly, though for her credit, she manages to make it not sound hollow. Even now she has yet to give in completely to learned helplessness. ]
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...Not that he knows what he can do yet, but he's still going to try.]
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[ And... she huffs a breath. At this rate, she's going to as grey as the kid she's trying to save. ]
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[He knows her type, he's sure of it- trying so hard to be strong and independent, they get all stubborn about it. He can't blame her, but... sometimes you really do need help.]
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Also, this is the dude she kissed and stuff during that Valentine's and tree... thing. Right on the lips.
... Finally, she merely goes again for the simplest possible: ]
Thank you.
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Hey, it's no problem! Really. We're friends, right? [He's not expecting her to toss back a "heck yeah we're friends!" or anything- it's more for her information than anything else. Because he does consider her to be a friend, regardless of what they were up to under the umbrella tree, so to speak.]
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For some definitions of 'friends'... sure.
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