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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. ]
you know sokka should have chosen smith as a last name and been all proud of his creativity
Most residents she would have been fine with ignoring for a minute more while she continued her impromptu quest, but here she pauses as she remembers their rather... memorable encounter on the draft. Setting aside what was in her hand, she shakes her head. ]
That's not it.
Sokka Smith? Please!
What did you find?
>:T
In any case-- ]
Thought I saw something.
[ ... But that doesn't answer the question, Lightning. Whatever it is though, apparently it's important enough that she's willing to crouch down, streeetching past a hunk of metal that's too heavy to push aside when everything's so slippery. ]
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Well... whatever it is? It's not going anywhere.
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Hn...
[ ... Or not. While she's certain she can get to it with just a little more effort, she's not willing to risk falling face-first into mud or causing a minor collapse that only worsens the situation in front of someone else right now. She backs off and straightens, a dirty hand on her hip as she turns toward Sokka with a half-expectant kind of expression.
Did he want something or was he just... guarding the building's remains? ]
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... well, this place should start putting itself back together in a few days.
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You think so?
[ Because well... it's already been a few days, and she isn't sure how to interpret the fact that the repairing didn't start right away this time-- other than how generally, she's not exactly one with a tendency to feel optimistic about that sort of thing. ]
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[ Yep. She can... she can tell that. Her head doesn't really move, but she looks side to side at the mess all around them too, indulging in a bit of playing down the obvious herself.
And then because it really does seem like they're just dancing around the camelephant in the room here... ]
How are you?
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Well. I haven't died again. So. That's something. [He intends it to be humor, but it comes off a bit hollow and just a bit more bitter.]
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But... you've been looked at in the meantime and everything?
[ She's not really trying to pry or pressure or whatever. It's just that, honestly, despite her almost overly serious nature, looking after people is just... sort of what she does. ]
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Yeah. My sister is a healer... doctor, whatever you want to call it. I'm fine.
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Her initial response is just a sigh through her nose as she inclines her head. She also figures he's probably already heard enough "you shouldn't have done that" so she holds back on providing her own unless he goes and proves it's needed in the next few seconds. ]
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So. Yeah. I'm great. Tomorrow my chi should be back to it's chi-ry self.
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"Chi-ry," though? No. No, he should feel bad for that one. Her eyebrows raise slightly, but then she looks away. She hasn't forgotten her initial mission here, after all. ]
Great.
[ Believe it or not, however, that's pretty damn sincere for her. At least towards someone she doesn't know that well. ]
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... anyway, I should probably go. Somewhere. You seem busy.
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She looks down towards her hands a moment, letting out a long sigh before her gaze finally makes it back up towards the young man. Truth is, she's not sure what to say anyway; saving someone's life - someone who has nothing to do with her Focus, even - is reasonably novel. ]
... I'm... going to take a wild guess that you probably don't want me to tell anyone.
[ That's what she would have wanted anyway, even if it wasn't anything more than a close call. ]
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Yeah. It's better that way.
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[ No problems with that over here. Or well... she'll be certain to, even if she does end up mentioning the incident to someone else she's close to, keep it vague enough that they won't be able to figure out the precise identity of the person she helped. If she's gone this long without anyone else hearing of her little... monster incident a few drafts back, she can definitely pass the favor along for this.
She looks at him a moment longer, deliberating, but then turns her attention away again- to a broken support she tugs on to test its looseness. ]
... Just take care of yourself, Sokka.
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