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thestormishere) wrote2011-09-29 08:38 pm
thestormishere) wrote2011-09-29 08:38 pm
☈ strike #16 (action)
[ Whenever there's an experiment, it always seems like Lightning gets a few days to contemplate the rest of the village going mad before anything happens to her too, doesn't it? It's not very amusing to her at all, especially considering she's spent the last few days fretting and waiting. She's been trying to stay out of trouble, but...
A Farron is not easily cooped up for long. Before she knows it, she's pacing her entire residence, messing in the kitchen for no reason, sitting on the floor with Baldr while staring at the ceiling, and-- ugh, stepping outside for just a minute won't hurt, right? Just as long as she avoids any weirdos who might attempt to pull her into something. Besides, everything seems normal right now. She feels normal.
With marked determinated, she walks out the front door and-- FGFDUAGFA, SOMETHING IMMEDIATELY FALLS ON HER HEAD??
And yet as soon as she leans down to see what it is, the woman goes stiff, looks up to gape at the cloudy sky, and then takes off at a sprint in the direction of the village square. Shortly afterward, if you happen to be anywhere outside: ]
Oh! Don't go!!
[ Hello, there is a woman with feathers stuck in her hair and dressed all in horribly clashing yellow trotting up, looking quite upset. And a little annoyed too, but... that's to be expected, given who this is. STOP BEFORE SHE FORCES YOU TO!
(Lightning is imitatingChocobo Loco/Chicken Little/Henny Penny for the event, sooo... characters are welcome to be either an innocent or the Fox in the story, if you wish. Alternatively... she will also probably play along as well, for those already affected by their own thang.) ]
A Farron is not easily cooped up for long. Before she knows it, she's pacing her entire residence, messing in the kitchen for no reason, sitting on the floor with Baldr while staring at the ceiling, and-- ugh, stepping outside for just a minute won't hurt, right? Just as long as she avoids any weirdos who might attempt to pull her into something. Besides, everything seems normal right now. She feels normal.
With marked determinated, she walks out the front door and-- FGFDUAGFA, SOMETHING IMMEDIATELY FALLS ON HER HEAD??
And yet as soon as she leans down to see what it is, the woman goes stiff, looks up to gape at the cloudy sky, and then takes off at a sprint in the direction of the village square. Shortly afterward, if you happen to be anywhere outside: ]
Oh! Don't go!!
[ Hello, there is a woman with feathers stuck in her hair and dressed all in horribly clashing yellow trotting up, looking quite upset. And a little annoyed too, but... that's to be expected, given who this is. STOP BEFORE SHE FORCES YOU TO!
(Lightning is imitating
\o/
... The king? Why? What is wrong?
... Is there even a king...? [There hadn't been any asking for a princess's hand in marriage to their prince, anyway. He would've noticed that. Also a suspicious lack of balls...]
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[ Look at her! Look at how horrified she is! ... Actually, she just looks really tense, and for some reason, grits her teeth as if in pain right after saying that. ]
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... Okay, princess or not, the sheer power of Robert's logic makes him raise an eyebrow at that statement.]
... how exactly could the sky fall, considering its composition?
And what would that have to do with the world ending?
[... Why does he want to swoon anyway, though? Augh.]
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She shakes her head vigorously- enough that a feather or two escapes and floats down away from its placement in her pale hair. ]
Look, are you going to help me or not?
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... Of course...
... If you need a king, there may be one in Luceti - but, erm, I have had difficulty locating one. [Seriously, even princes can be a little scarce.]
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We'll have to go looking, then.
[ Her voice is low and steady. If she had her gunblade instead of pockets full of feathers, she'd probably have her hand on the grip by now. This is Serious Business.
... Oh wait, was she supposed to be the one freaking out? Forget that. Ladies and gentlemen, Sergeant Lightning Farron. ]
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Okay, logical thinking.
Singing and dancing aren't logical.Where would you go to find a king on short notice?]... We should check... the town square. Or anywhere else there would be a listing of such things...