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thestormishere) wrote2012-09-18 01:02 pm
thestormishere) wrote2012-09-18 01:02 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- !luceti,
- @alia shepard,
- @noel kreiss,
- @the traveler,
- @zack fair,
- another new feather!,
- except definitely not,
- feathers feathers everywhere,
- further than ever before,
- it doesn't protect,
- it only destroys,
- it's freaking cold,
- look it's magic or something,
- not this again!!,
- oh shit oh shit oh shit,
- rain rain go away,
- this is so not fair,
- updooted,
- white silver and gold,
- who what how when
☈ strike # 23 (accidental video / action)
[ You'd think that a woman who goes by 'Lightning' would have an affinity for thunderstorms. However, in truth... considering she grew up in the all but completely climate-controlled environment of Cocoon, her experiences with storms in general have actually been relatively rare, and... well, while she doesn't fear them by any means, she's certainly found they tend to bring more trouble than anything else- and not just because of the bothersome amphibious monsters that like to frolic in their wake.
This afternoon's no different. More importantly, water - and cold, the rumble of thunder overhead and wind gusting over her, mussing her hair - isn't something she was expecting to wake up to. In fact, she... really wasn't expecting to wake up at all. She hadn't been asleep.
In an instant she's rolled into a crouch, backing up against the nearest wall, and the soggy journal laying nearby captures the image of a woman who looks just about as good as you'd expect out of someone who just found themselves face-down in the midst of a rainy village, wearing nothing more than that ever-familiar white dress of a New Feather.Who needs dignity? ]
What...? What?
[ Oh, she seems unhappy. Especially since- even though she clearly wasn't armed a moment beforehand, when she then extends her arm... this happens, with what appears to be a sword materializing in her hand with a flurry of white feathers.
Feathers that slowly vanish with a soft light as they land on the ground, although she stays still, obviously confused yet trying not to show it.
She might be a face that's been around in town for quite a while, but it's likely that only those closest to her or close to her friends in turn will have even heard anything about how she's been missing for just over half a day now.
... Until now, at least. ]
This afternoon's no different. More importantly, water - and cold, the rumble of thunder overhead and wind gusting over her, mussing her hair - isn't something she was expecting to wake up to. In fact, she... really wasn't expecting to wake up at all. She hadn't been asleep.
In an instant she's rolled into a crouch, backing up against the nearest wall, and the soggy journal laying nearby captures the image of a woman who looks just about as good as you'd expect out of someone who just found themselves face-down in the midst of a rainy village, wearing nothing more than that ever-familiar white dress of a New Feather.
What...? What?
[ Oh, she seems unhappy. Especially since- even though she clearly wasn't armed a moment beforehand, when she then extends her arm... this happens, with what appears to be a sword materializing in her hand with a flurry of white feathers.
Feathers that slowly vanish with a soft light as they land on the ground, although she stays still, obviously confused yet trying not to show it.
She might be a face that's been around in town for quite a while, but it's likely that only those closest to her or close to her friends in turn will have even heard anything about how she's been missing for just over half a day now.
... Until now, at least. ]
[Action] Because they need to talk more.
She would've gone past her without another sound if she hadn't recognized her face, if a bit vaguely. The events at the end of August were a bit of a blur; things got really hectic, to say the least of it. Top all that off with a helping of the farm getting attacked, and she isn't really sure of what happened after she got that pink-haired woman out of that mess. Suffice to say, Shepard was confused as to why she was in a new feather garb.
...So she'll peek over from under the umbrella she'd gotten. Basic questions first.] You okay?
[Action]
It should be enough to say that she has a very odd look on her face when she catches sight of the other woman with her umbrella... and simply stares at her when spoken to as if the words were in a language she has no chance of understanding.
Plus, you know, the last time they ran into each other with Lightning's back to a wall, she hadn't exactly had the ability to produce gunblades from thin air. Hanging at her side, the weapon she holds now is different than the one she'd had stolen from her by disgruntled, misplaced Cocoon residents... ]
[Action]
...She does notice that small detail while waiting for an answer, though. Okay...when did she get that, and what happened to the one she clearly remembered throwing back to her during that mess? She's not sure, nor is she truly certain of the details. God, she hates being in the dark about things that happen behind her back.
The commander eventually raises a brow when she notices the listless look she's getting. What, did she not hear her?] You're not hurt or anything, are you? No odd throbs...?
[As she speaks up again, she looks the other woman over for any wounds or bruises. If she wasn't hurt on the outside, internal injuries might be likely...]
[Action]
And weirdly enough, she herself is currently considering this too.
... This is Luceti. And this red-haired woman... well. If Lightning had caught her name, she must have been too upset at the time to recall it now, looking back on her memories in a way both resembling and unlike flipping back through a book to reread previous chapters. ]
I'm fine.
[ Really. You know, aside from the rain and all of that. Sort of. ]