☈ 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.) ]

Comments

[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.

[lost-pig-boy.livejournal.com]

W-where am I?

[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?

[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!]

[fierybluebird]

Oh. You wanted something? [Look! It's a real bird! ... Sort of. As much as a phoenix that looks like an awkward somewhat flaming, sparkling blue chocobo can be "real" anyway.]