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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. ]
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Armor or not, Noel has to respect Lightning. She is a goddess after all. ]
You look wet. [He says so while pointing at Lightning.]
We should head inside so you can dry off. [Fixing Lightning up is priority right now. Talking can wait.]
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Noel, when did you go and decide it's okay to talk to Lightning like that? And, you know, behave as if you know what's going on more than she does...??
Her brows settle in low over her eyes, chin dipping, and on the inside she's... kind of quite baffled at this. Newly recolored wings twitch to a beat that apparently only the subconscious of the one wearing them can hear, and her weight is shifted as she
continues staring at the young man...
Mostly because of this particular audience, her acceptance of this whole thing comes a lot easier than it might have otherwise, though-- or rather, she plays the part of acting like she's okay with it, as her mind remains working over-time to sort things out.
Without a word, she turns and starts walking. One way or another, she knows this place, and apparently she knows where she's going.
This is his cue to follow if he likes, ok. ]