☇ Ｌｉｇｈｔｎｉｎｇ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thestormishere) wrote2012-08-09 07:17 pm
thestormishere) wrote2012-08-09 07:17 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- !luceti,
- @gai,
- @hope estheim,
- @hugo fact,
- @noel kreiss,
- @seto,
- @zack fair,
- @zuko,
- alright everyone,
- big freaking deal,
- come at me bro,
- elude elude elude,
- it doesn't protect,
- it only destroys,
- oh geez this isn't good,
- regrets & sorrow depot,
- secretly distressed girl,
- something called social contact,
- that didn't turn out well,
- this is so not fair,
- tons of bad tags,
- wat do
☈ strike # 22 (filtered voice / public video / action)
[ Again.
For the third time now, someone Lightning has cared for has left; unfortunately, despite it being a major staple of life in Luceti, it doesn't get any easier-- especially given the identity of the absent person in question.
But it is different this time, if only because her explosiveness in reply to it seems sapped... when she speaks up on the journal, her voice is flat and quiet, deceptively even. ]
-- Voice only, evening of the 8th, filtered to Hope & Noel --
I thought you should know... Serah's gone home.
[ ... And that's all; with that she's gone- locked in her room if anyone cares, without answering, touching, or even looking at her journal...
It's not until well into Thursday afternoon that Lightning makes a reappearance to the 'public.' That said, it would be hard to pinpoint anything's wrong at all for those who don't know her fairly well, save for a sort of distant demeanor- evident in her averted gaze and too-smooth voice.
She's sitting on a beach in her transmitted video, but it's not Luceti's beach, given it's clearly night where she is, in contrast to the real sun still shining away cheerfully outside. ]
I'm looking for people wanting to spar-- maybe help me test something. Weapons, hand-to-hand, anything. Send me a message. Or just come to the battle dome.
[ "-- I don't care." There's a short pause, while she briefly taps her fingers on her knee, tries to think of anything else worth mentioning.... ]
Magic is a bonus too, if you've got it.
[ And then there's an abrupt end to the 'feed' once again. Anyone who doesn't catch her message or decides to just go ahead and wander over to the battle dome will find her fiddling with the simulation controls, armed with an unusual, bulky weapon - looking somewhat like some sort of gun - hanging holstered behind her hips.
... No, there's really no words for how much pain she's in right now, but perhaps distraction may help. In any case, no matter how much she sometimes seems set on it, she knows quite well by now that cutting herself off has a very low chance of making her feel any better. If nothing else, this is at least worth a try. ]
For the third time now, someone Lightning has cared for has left; unfortunately, despite it being a major staple of life in Luceti, it doesn't get any easier-- especially given the identity of the absent person in question.
But it is different this time, if only because her explosiveness in reply to it seems sapped... when she speaks up on the journal, her voice is flat and quiet, deceptively even. ]
-- Voice only, evening of the 8th, filtered to Hope & Noel --
I thought you should know... Serah's gone home.
[ ... And that's all; with that she's gone- locked in her room if anyone cares, without answering, touching, or even looking at her journal...
It's not until well into Thursday afternoon that Lightning makes a reappearance to the 'public.' That said, it would be hard to pinpoint anything's wrong at all for those who don't know her fairly well, save for a sort of distant demeanor- evident in her averted gaze and too-smooth voice.
She's sitting on a beach in her transmitted video, but it's not Luceti's beach, given it's clearly night where she is, in contrast to the real sun still shining away cheerfully outside. ]
I'm looking for people wanting to spar-- maybe help me test something. Weapons, hand-to-hand, anything. Send me a message. Or just come to the battle dome.
[ "-- I don't care." There's a short pause, while she briefly taps her fingers on her knee, tries to think of anything else worth mentioning.... ]
Magic is a bonus too, if you've got it.
[ And then there's an abrupt end to the 'feed' once again. Anyone who doesn't catch her message or decides to just go ahead and wander over to the battle dome will find her fiddling with the simulation controls, armed with an unusual, bulky weapon - looking somewhat like some sort of gun - hanging holstered behind her hips.
... No, there's really no words for how much pain she's in right now, but perhaps distraction may help. In any case, no matter how much she sometimes seems set on it, she knows quite well by now that cutting herself off has a very low chance of making her feel any better. If nothing else, this is at least worth a try. ]