thestormishere | ☈ strike #17 (action / video)

Action; House 41; morning and onwards of the 22nd.

[ The calendar used in Luceti might be noticeably different than that of Cocoon's, but the way Lightning-- or rather, her friends seem to figure, since her previous birthday was roughly a month before her arrival last November... a Saturday in 'October' seems about as good a time as any to acknowledge somehow making it to twenty-two years of age.

She's really not looking for an outright party or anything, but after some stubbornness-filled discussion, the woman's reluctantly agreed to... well, what she'd likely do anyway: focusing on just having a relatively good day in general. That may or may not include humoring her housemates by dragging them around town to just Do Stuff too, though. Maybe indulge in just a little bit of the sort of food she tends to refrain from? Who knows.

After rolling out of bed and showering, it doesn't take her long to gather up Baldr and start looking into obtaining breakfast, studiously trying to put herself in a good mood. In other words, not thinking about how awful a year before now (and the events directly following it) turned out to be...

Of course, the problem is... coincidence is a tricky thing in a place like Luceti. Is she ever allowed to forget about anything for very long here? ]

Video/Action; plaza center/fountain; late afternoon of the 23rd.

Your moon... looks strange today.

[ Your moon because it's certainly not her moon, a sentiment that's quite obvious from the odd, tense quality to the woman's tone of voice. All things considered, with her homeworld's unknown status, her floating land's distinctly moonlike appearance as it hangs over the planet below, and most importantly, since it's pretty damn hard to forget the day after her twenty-first birthday being the one where she lost her sister and became 'fated' to tear Cocoon down out of the sky... she's understandably pretty tuned into any celestial objects' condition. Especially since it's currently the day following the one that, as a l'Cie, she never expected to reach.

As such, there's a looong pause, apparently thoughtful as she looks up at the sky. And then, randomly: ]

... How are you supposed to 'get over' something in the past, when it's still tainting what's supposed to be good?

[ -- Wait, no no no, asking that kind of thing? Not something she normally does at all, particularly over the journal or in front of strangers. Naturally, now it's too late, however. She aims a frowning Look towards her journal, then at anyone who might have heard from where she's sitting on the fountain. Her voice turns quiet and dry as she shakes her head, a hint of dark sarcasm sneaking in. ]

Why do I get the feeling something bad's about to happen anyway?

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[ Lightning doesn't react much even to that, her sympathy for people she doesn't know a pretty rare thing even under the best of circumstances. She does hold back on blasting him with acidic attitude though... and studies him for a long moment, vaguely reminded of-- something. Someone? ]

You're a New Feather?

[ Although that doesn't really make sense- shouldn't they have stopped arriving by now? Was he just inside since then or...? ]

That's the term for people taken here, right? [Audubon twitches the wings under his thin shirt - a shirt that doesn't have a space for a shell... - awkwardly. He isn't sure what to do with them or anything about how they work... only that they're a striking black, white and blue.]

... I can't remember being here before. My world doesn't have any human creatures - just Turtles. And me, the freak accident. [The squared-off, simian jaw sets, and Audubon's gaze slides downward, towards his well-articulated toes.]

New ones, yeah.

[ But Lightning now frowns for another reason-- especially after hearing one word in that fairly inconsequential explanation: turtles. She doesn't know them TMNTs, but she knows of them... and she's seen one with a particular other villager before....

She turns her face away a bit, pale eyes narrowed as she stares at 'Audubon' from the corner of her vision. ]

[Audubon has no way of knowing exactly why he's being looked at like that, though he knows some villagers knew of this "Robert" - that's what Giles told him, anyway.

Still, this one doesn't seem to recognize him as such, and frankly it's easier that way. Making an impression as himself, not some "human"...

... But being stared at is... awkward, to say the least. So, eventually:]

... Is there something wrong?

You familiar with a guy named Robert? 'Professor.'

[ She doesn't think he is Robert- that would be a pretty silly conclusion to jump to, considering the differences. Maybe he knows him, though? Lightning might not be the friendliest girl around, but she's not going to ignore the chance to point someone lost towards another who could help them. ]

...

That's what everybody says I am.

[He crosses his arms awkwardly across his chest. As much as he understands, it seems... insane. But then again, doesn't his existence sound that way too?]

Or... was. They said he got taken to the Malnosso.

[ ... Oh. Really? If Robert's disappearance had been made known on the journals, then it seems she ~~ignored~~ managed to miss it, somehow. Again her wings visibly twitch, though the brief surprise on her face quickly gives way to her brows coming together instead, chin dipping down toward her chest. ]

You don't remember anything?

[He shakes his head, slowly.

Nothing. There is just the memory of his last mission, a scavenging mission - a routine foray, nothing that would be out of the ordinary. Yeah, people were apparently randomly drawn into Luceti. But people weren't usually randomly swapped out once they were there...]

Nothing except the last thing I did at home. And nothing about being some... human.

[ A soft, likely inaudible sigh, and Lightning's face stays how it is, looking up at Robert through the uneven curtain of her pale hair. What a weird experiment. ]

Right... well, you should be careful who you talk to, in the mean time. Chances are you probably won't even be here for long anyway, though.

[ Question is, what happens to this guy then? Especially if he's actually someone else, rather than a construct of some kind... ]

[Weird indeed. And the moon was bad enough on its own...]

I hope what's been said about this place is true. Because I can't leave my sensei on her own for that long.

[He doesn't even want to think about what would happen... though the reality is, a snail being on her own that long wouldn't be in good condition. Even if Brooke had survived - even thrived to an extent - on her own in the sewers, and could probably estivate if she had to... well, it wouldn't be very safe. The Claw could easily catch up with her.]

[ Lightning doesn't really respond, leaning forward so that her elbows rest on her legs, idly picking at the nail of one thumb with the other as she watches him silently. What he said just flew over her head for the most part, and honestly, she doesn't really care very much, anyway.

Also, she might have been referring to herself, too. Considering regular!Robert's usual behavior around her...? ]

[After another uncomfortable moment, he passes a slight glance over to the pink-haired human-like person. Strong-looking.]

... You must do a lot of training. Is everyone here trained? [Because he's seen a remarkable amount of what looks like very fit bodies here - assuming he's understanding their alien physiology correctly.]

Trained... to fight, you mean?

[ -- Wait, don't tell her... ]

[Oh, he will tell you. Unfortunately.]

Yes. It's unmistakable. [And at home, he was one of the very few, though even there he ran into a disproportionate number of ninjas. The Claw had quite the influence.]

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