☈ strike #16 (action)

[thestormishere]

[ 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 imitating Chocobo 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.) ]

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[markofthewise]

[Sokka is mostly gaping at her, sometimes looking up at the sky to try to figure out what exactly is so horrible about it. Currently he's dressed up as a typical peasant, but an armed peasant. He has giants to kill.]

... nice costume.

[thestormishere]

Ah--

[ Wait, what. She glances down as she slows, frowning at her strange get-up for several drawn out moments, brow coming together in clear agitation... but then looks back at him and straightens up once more. She laces her hands together in front of her. ]

Good day, Sokka-Lokka.

[markofthewise]

[... Sokka... Lokka...?]

If that's some weird world formality thing? Pass. Just Sokka is fine. Do I know you?

[thestormishere]

[ At that she grits her teeth, almost seeming pained as she does so- what did she just say? But this... this is so important, ohmygosh. Whatever it is. She shakes her head just barely, but then continues on despite her rising confusion: ]

We... we have to go. To see the king.

[markofthewise]

The king? But I haven't found any giants to kill...

[And what would King Arthur say if he didn't sent back the head of a giant?]

[thestormishere]

Sokka-Lokka. [ Frown. She lifts a hand, pointing a single finger towards the sky. ] The sky is falling.

[ And he's worried about giants? Geez. ]

[markofthewise]

[... he glances back up at the sky. It seems to be fine. He gives her the most skeptical of looks.]

I think it's fine.

[lost-pig-boy.livejournal.com]

W-where am I?

[thestormishere]

No. Look. [ Huffing a sigh, she starts feeling through her pockets, pulling out feathers, more feathers, some feathers... ah! ] See?

[ It's a blueberry. This explains everything. ]

[markofthewise]

.... yeah. [It's a blueberry. That's swell, Lightning. Really.] Are you offering or collecting?

[thestormishere]

Stop! Hey!

[ -- Okay, so he's not really moving that fast, but. Still. Lightning skids into a halt beside him, and without any more preamble than that, reaches out to grab his wrist and start trying to drag him along with her. ]

Come on-- we don't have much time.

[thestormishere]

Offer-- no, it fell on my head, so...

[ She trails off, staring at the berry perched in her open palm for several long moments before slowly closing her hand around it. Honestly, she doesn't even understand what she's going on about herself- a blueberry fell on her, so... so what?

The importance of her mission continues to pressure her, however, and so despite her rising misgivings... ]

... We really should go. As soon as possible.

[markofthewise]

[Woman, there is something wrong with you. And Sokka is doing little to disguise the fact he thinks so.]

Go where? To the store? I think they have enough of those.

[falenandawn]

[What....?] Are you alright, Miss....?

[redhairedknight.livejournal.com]

[Erza had been sleeping under a tree - being a dragon is tiring work, after all - when she hears someone panicking. She's dressed like this (http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs51/f/2009/294/9/b/Dragon_Armor_by_Kosmandis.jpg), but with wings on the back, which is a particularly awkward outfit to fall asleep in, but she's managed. Still, she doesn't appreciate being woken up so soon.]

Who dares to interrupt my slumber?

[thestormishere]

[ Does she look alright?? The look on her face certainly doesn't say so... or her get-up, which is currently trailing quite a few small feathers as she trots up. Did she rob a pillow or something...? ]

The world is ending!

[ Yeah, definitely not alright. ]

[thestormishere]

-- Ah!

[ Lightning freezes in place, staring wide-eyed at this... this... is that a dragon? Ohgeezshe'sreallydoneitthistime. That is not the person she thought to warn about Luceti's impending doom! ]

I ah... um...

[thestormishere]

To tell the king the sky is falling.

[ She stares at Sokka like he's been hit over the head and/or had his brain replaced with a ham, her voice sounding all kinds of frustrated- why doesn't he get it?

-- UNLESS! Her gaze drops downward, studying his clothing as her mind races over what he said earlier...! ]

You don't think... giants are to blame, do you?

[markofthewise]

[Well Sokka certainly can't go see the king empty handed. Now he stops looking at her skeptically and starts thinking about this seriously.]

You know? They could be. Giants do live in the sky, you know. Some giants, at least.

[redhairedknight.livejournal.com]

Well? Speak! I do not -- [Erza interrupts her own over-dramatic posturing with a yawn - she must be sleepier than she thought.] I do not have all day!

[thestormishere]

What are we supposed to do, then?

[ She shifts and crosses her arms, brow creasing to complete her troubled look-- and then lifts a hand to it, closing her eyes. For the fiftieth time... what is she even saying? ]

[thestormishere]

I was just-- d-dragon...

[ -- Fsuagfdk, why is she stuttering and frightened by something like this? After all the things she's fought and come out on top of? After fighting Jack as an actual dragon?

But she can hardly keep from shaking anyway, and bites her lip in varied agitation as she puts her hands in front of herself defensively. She just... needs to explain herself, right? ]

The sky is fa-falling, sso...

[redhairedknight.livejournal.com]

Falling? [Erza snorts - if she were her normal self, she'd never even think of doing something as crude as that.] And what makes you say that? The sky looks intact to me.

[markofthewise]

[Why is she asking him?]

Who's 'we'? [Still. Strength in numbers. Probably. Right now she doesn't seem any use in fighting giants.] Well, we'll need magic beans.

[semper_cogitans]

[One particularly-floofy princess, oblivious to the fallingness of the sky, is busy delicately watering a few pretty little flowers he just oh-so-lovingly planted along the edges of the village square. There is a veritable butterfly brigade flitting around his lace-gloved hands as he does so.

... Clearly this helpless, distracted princess needs to be warned about the sky right away. He'd be completely crushed. He's not even looking up, the poor dear!]