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thestormishere) wrote2011-10-22 11:18 pm
thestormishere) wrote2011-10-22 11:18 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- !luceti,
- *event: halloween moon,
- @aerith,
- @fusoya,
- @hope estheim,
- @hubert,
- @marco,
- @riku,
- @robert,
- @usagi,
- alright everyone,
- big freaking deal,
- didn't have this on cocoon,
- let's get this over with,
- not the worst birthday ever?,
- oh geez this isn't good,
- something bad's about to happen,
- there'd better be roses eventually,
- worst coincidence ever
☈ 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?
[ 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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However, FORTUNATELY, Aerith is spared, even though Lightning's wings fold up close to her body as she quickly glances over her shoulder at the woman's approach... then turns in place, looking down her nose.
She doesn't say it, but the expression makes it clear well enough- hay, wat de hell r u doin?? ]
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It's probably... hm.
[ ... Actually, she has no idea what it's made out of. ]
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I want to say cashmere, but I can't be sure... I don't see it a lot.
Still, it looks pretty nice, right? Try it!
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She makes another face, but after a moment, somewhat miraculously, complies with looping it over her shoulders, her hands holding onto the ends. It's hard to say whether her frown is thoughtful or exasperated, though. ]
... I'm not sure I'm really a scarf person, Aerith.
[ Although she's sort of a native of a place that never ever gets cold anyway, soooo... that's kind of a 'duh.' The half-cape doesn't count. ]
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... I got by alright last year.
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[ Pink hair. Red scarf. God Aerith loves that color combo. So pretty. ]
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[ Blizzard?? No screw that, she's staying inside if that happens, thanks. Therefore, why the need for the scarf?
She's not sure of Aerith's other motivation here... but she can probably guess, given the other woman's kind of chosen garments.
... SHE'S NOT A DRESS-UP DOLL, AERITH. ]
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[ Except in the flower shop.
...Yeah she'd probably try stomping out to the flower shop in two meters of snow. SHE KNOWS WHAT'S IMPORTANT I think. ]
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But though she shakes her head a little, the long garment remains draped over her shoulders as Lightning turns her face aside a bit. Maybe she'll just sort of... see what Zack thinks too, first.
8| ]
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