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thestormishere) wrote2011-09-03 04:47 pm
thestormishere) wrote2011-09-03 04:47 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- !luceti,
- @jack horner,
- @marco,
- @raine,
- @zack fair,
- alright everyone,
- but who will bake the apple pie?,
- in the aftermath,
- it doesn't protect,
- it only destroys,
- not an expert but,
- planning something?,
- regrets & sorrow depot,
- secretly distressed girl,
- that didn't turn out well,
- there'd better be roses eventually,
- time for a talk
☈ strike #15 (action / video)
[ For Lightning, because of the circumstances at the end of the last time she'd been drafted, this is actually the first time since her arrival she's ever had to go and try to readjust back to 'normal' life so suddenly- to go from experiencing days of battle and worry, thinking critically, ready to kill or order to kill at a moment's notice... to sleeping in a bed she's used to, eating breakfast in the morning, running for exercise, trying to figure out what else to do for the day...
The village might just be getting started on a whole new New Feather cycle, but Lightning doesn't really find it easy to care that much. She pays attention but mostly ignores what doesn't concern her-- aside from even more random strangers wandering through her yard, that is. Apparently that's just the price of living at house #41, so close to the plaza.
... Of course, something is still pretty off, too. Regardless of somehow managing to do a passable job before, she'd really rather not be having to go out and water the flowers around the house again-- Aerith's flowers. Especially since, like it or not, the guilt over not keeping an eye on the other woman that last day of the draft continues to plague her. She still doesn't know what happened to her, aside from the fact that she suddenly disappeared and just never came back... and yet she does know that others will probably be wondering where she is anyway. In a weird way, the l'Cie kind of considers handling it her duty... even if she'll still be eyeing anyone who gets near with obvious suspicion.
Unless your name happens to be Hope or Zack, of course, the former which has an upcoming birthday laying on her mind, and the other which... she needs to... kind of figure things out with. After that conversation right before everyone was sent off. Ohhhh boy.
If she's not caught in her yard, eventually she does leave her own territory, though, restless and looking for something to do. And after some time, she turns to the journals with a dry, vaguely annoyed-sounding inquiry: ]
Just... out of curiosity, who all is even looking after these fruit trees north of the village? [ A short pause, and she's clearly looking off, studying something a little bit overhead. Unsurprisingly, she's standing right alongside an apple tree, bearing a prodigious load of readying round fruit. ] Look about ready to harvest, out here...
The village might just be getting started on a whole new New Feather cycle, but Lightning doesn't really find it easy to care that much. She pays attention but mostly ignores what doesn't concern her-- aside from even more random strangers wandering through her yard, that is. Apparently that's just the price of living at house #41, so close to the plaza.
... Of course, something is still pretty off, too. Regardless of somehow managing to do a passable job before, she'd really rather not be having to go out and water the flowers around the house again-- Aerith's flowers. Especially since, like it or not, the guilt over not keeping an eye on the other woman that last day of the draft continues to plague her. She still doesn't know what happened to her, aside from the fact that she suddenly disappeared and just never came back... and yet she does know that others will probably be wondering where she is anyway. In a weird way, the l'Cie kind of considers handling it her duty... even if she'll still be eyeing anyone who gets near with obvious suspicion.
Unless your name happens to be Hope or Zack, of course, the former which has an upcoming birthday laying on her mind, and the other which... she needs to... kind of figure things out with. After that conversation right before everyone was sent off. Ohhhh boy.
If she's not caught in her yard, eventually she does leave her own territory, though, restless and looking for something to do. And after some time, she turns to the journals with a dry, vaguely annoyed-sounding inquiry: ]
Just... out of curiosity, who all is even looking after these fruit trees north of the village? [ A short pause, and she's clearly looking off, studying something a little bit overhead. Unsurprisingly, she's standing right alongside an apple tree, bearing a prodigious load of readying round fruit. ] Look about ready to harvest, out here...
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Hey, relax. I promise I'm not gonna make you write a quiz about it later or something. Just let whatever happens be natural.
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Although... Final Fantasy characters and their usual kind of luck dating other Final Fantasy characters... uh, dude, that is risky! REGARDLESS. She twists away from his hand, but does smile again a smidge. ]
And I'm not going to go and try turning myself into a princess or anything either, Zack. I don't think you have to worry about that.
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I've never dated a princess before! Actually, I don't even think we have any on my world. Real princesses, anyway. I wouldn't know what to do with one. I'm too broke to spoil a high-society lady.
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[ She knows what he means though, despite her tone. Regardless, who also knows where her mind happens to be wandering off to now, as she runs her fingers through her hair and then shifts to lean against the arm rest again, putting chin in hand. She continues to regard him.
... Poor guy has his work cut out for him, if he intends to train this lady to relax for more than a few minutes at a time, yep. ]
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[Not that Aerith was ever a particularly expensive date; a girl from the slums didn't need a lot of expensive stuff (even on the rare occasions that he could afford it), and she was frugal if nothing else. Going by his experience, the best thing for a girlfriend is to just spend time with her. And without his job constantly calling him away, time is something he has in droves.
So... sort of like the twenty-three little luxuries, right?]
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[ ... Well, on second thought, maybe she should keep quiet on just how easy she can be to please, even if it's likely been obvious for some time anyway. The extent of her self-indulgence here has been eating things that taste good occasionally and hanging out on the beach. So... yeah.
In other words, she doesn't entirely realize just how high-maintenance she has the potential to be, even if you disregard how adamant she is about her ~issues~ over being a l'Cie and all.
She kind of rolls her eyes slightly. Case in point- ]
I'm pretty sure 'cheap' means more than just money, so... [ A bit of a smirk, one shoulder raising a bit higher than the other. ] Isn't putting in effort really the only currency we have here, anyway?
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[It's said teasingly, but truth be told, he will have to give it a little more thought. Aerith is a vastly different girl than Lightning, so her interest in the girly things that impressed one (like the ribbon, and perfume, and flower carts) are unlikely to get him very far with the other. Though every girl likes flowers, right? Right? Maybe he should look into that.]
Just go easy on me, okay? I'm still learning all about you, so I'll probably get plenty wrong at first.
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Flowers, though... :|a ]
Hm... I thought we'd already agreed not to go easy on each other.
[ Her gaze is sharp as the corners of her lips turn up even more. She's totally teasing back now, GREAT. You are in so much trouble, Zack Fair. ]