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thestormishere) wrote2012-06-27 04:33 pm
thestormishere) wrote2012-06-27 04:33 pm
☈ strike # 21 (action)
[ Lightning surprises herself with how upsetting it is to come back from the draft and see the village torn to pieces like this, not repairing itself like usual. The general destruction is bad enough, but when she gets to house #41... well, chalk up one more emotionally affected by the flood damage to the town's vegetation- the storm has not been kind to the yard-- to Aerith's flowers, which are all but washed away now. When she first sees it, it actually takes a few minutes before she's able to move past it, touching the leafless, lifeless remains of a something-or-another that she's forgotten the name of, her expression unreadable...
- And after she's assessed the damage to the building itself, worked the last couple of days just to make it livable again and helped out with the worst of the destruction throughout the village, the yard of her house right off the town's center is where she is again, walking along the perimeter of the destroyed fence there.
It's not until she's yanked and pulled at a section to try and right it again that she notices something else: beneath it is a rosebush, but despite it too missing its flowers and a good deal of leaves, half-turned over out of its placed in the ground... it's obviously still growing. Still alive. The fallen barrier must have protected it, somehow.
Without a word, she simply shoves the wrecked fence out of the way... and starts trying to upright the abused shrubbery instead.
- A little while later, she wanders back into town, a lot muddier than she usually is. She means to go somewhere else, but funnily enough, she ends up getting distracted by visiting Good Spirits instead, then the smithy, which is all but flattened to the ground. Not a very good place to be if you didn't feel like sustaining some sort of injury due to the high number of unlucky weapons that had been there.
Considering there's nothing to do there too, she's just about to move on when she suddenly pauses, her brow furrowing as she looks at the wreckage; call it yet another case of inexplicable l'Cie intuition, but something stops her. She takes another look.
... There, in the mud and half-hidden by a hunk of twisted metal, is something she's pretty sure she recognizes. With a sudden, obvious sense of urgency, she starts pulling things aside, trying to get closer. ]
- And after she's assessed the damage to the building itself, worked the last couple of days just to make it livable again and helped out with the worst of the destruction throughout the village, the yard of her house right off the town's center is where she is again, walking along the perimeter of the destroyed fence there.
It's not until she's yanked and pulled at a section to try and right it again that she notices something else: beneath it is a rosebush, but despite it too missing its flowers and a good deal of leaves, half-turned over out of its placed in the ground... it's obviously still growing. Still alive. The fallen barrier must have protected it, somehow.
Without a word, she simply shoves the wrecked fence out of the way... and starts trying to upright the abused shrubbery instead.
- A little while later, she wanders back into town, a lot muddier than she usually is. She means to go somewhere else, but funnily enough, she ends up getting distracted by visiting Good Spirits instead, then the smithy, which is all but flattened to the ground. Not a very good place to be if you didn't feel like sustaining some sort of injury due to the high number of unlucky weapons that had been there.
Considering there's nothing to do there too, she's just about to move on when she suddenly pauses, her brow furrowing as she looks at the wreckage; call it yet another case of inexplicable l'Cie intuition, but something stops her. She takes another look.
... There, in the mud and half-hidden by a hunk of twisted metal, is something she's pretty sure she recognizes. With a sudden, obvious sense of urgency, she starts pulling things aside, trying to get closer. ]
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Oh nope, looks like he's just looking for something for himself. Hopefully he's not getting in her way by throwing debris all over as well- yep that's a sword he just tossed aside.]
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Hey, careful.
[ Wat r u doin, man? ]
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Castiel spares her a glance, then tilts his head.]
You're looking for a weapon as well? [She doesn't look like she's clearing for the sake of rebuilding, like some of the others wandering around in ruined buildings.]
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[ She guesses? In all seriousness, she's not sure why else he'd expect her to be here, although she can't decide if her impression of his own actions are as easy to explain-- despite that "as well" tacked on there. ]
i don't know how i got it into my head now that i reread but she's looking for her knife, right
What? Conversations are time-consuming.]
Your knife. It's there. [He nods toward a small pile of rubble that had shifted down in her -his, their, whatever- hurry to get things moved and unearthed.]
yeah! and... sorry for the slowness, btw D8
And then her gaze snaps over, as her brain finally decides to accept that there's just no possible way to interpret that in a way that makes sense with what information he should have here. Quick to jump to conclusions, her body stiffens, anger rising... guess who distinctly does not like having her thoughts/memories/internal emotions/WHATEVER poked through without her permission? ]
np man, backtagging is a-okay
...in the rubble. [He points. More helpful. There's no way to miss to where he's gesturing, now.]
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She sucks in a breath as she remains frozen in place, her hands curling into fists by her sides; sharp remark in 3...2... ]
Hasn't anyone ever told you to stay out of other people's business?