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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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Because you went back in time.
[ It's a statement, not a question. Lightning has no idea what the "rules" are for how the past and future change to fit around the present in their world, but that seems pretty obvious to her even from the scant details she has. If you went back in time, even if you did nothing at all there, it would still be bound to change something- in a way that didn't exist in the timeline you were originally from. Right? So, if that rippled up into the future, changing events all the way...
... This is going to make her head hurt later, when she's trying to sleep. ]
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[This is where we head off into live trigger option zone
Lightning suggests that Noel's memory problems are caused by his time travels? What to ask her about?
A. Will Noel's memories come back if he does a dance?
B. Is it Caius fault?
C. Is it a paradox?
D. We've been sent to another world. Are the Malnosso at fault? ]
Do you think that the Malnosso could have had a hand in this? [Noel's willing to accept any speculation Lightning may have regarding this situation. ]
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[ Welp, Lightning's totally distracted from what she was doing before; there's a slight line between her brows, born from thoughtfulness and confusion, as she continues to stare at him.
But again, unlike Noel and his fancy sequel multiple conversation paths, there's still only one way this is going: another question, as she tries her best to unravel this unusual conversation. ]
Did it start before or after you were brought here?
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Before I came to this village. I traveled through the void beyond, met you in Valhalla...and then...[Noel wasn't really sure how to end this sentence. His memories were fragmented and he couldn't trust them that much.]
What happened before that? [After pausing mid way, he gave Lightning a confused stare.]
I don't know.
You don't have any trouble with your memories, do you? [Just making sure this is only his problem. There's a possibility that Lightning might have memory disorders too and he wants to double check.]
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Not that I know of.
[ -- There's a flash of a strange look on her face, though. Technically, her answer is right on the edge of a lie, saved only because her problem has little to do with what he's talking about. The effects of her lingering death penalty aren't the same- more a matter of altered instinct than... attempting to reach for a memory and being unable to find it. How does that even work?
She briefly shakes her head before continuing on, confident tone easily making itself well-known despite her less-than-easy thoughts. ]
Unless it happens here, it's pretty pointless to blame the Malnosso for anything- as far as we know it's actually the world itself that pulls us here.
[ But when it does involve Luceti...? Yeah, it's safe to say there's definitely some grudges being held onto rather stubbornly. ]