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arimoi2017-03-06 12:24 pm
soft_focus) wrote in arimoi2017-03-06 12:24 pm
IT'S A TWOFER [OPEN]
[The Hills of Neloi & Westermiln | The 6th]
[After a few times creeping in and out of a camping group, Reira, a new phone, and her personal headspace companion are off on their own once again. It's better that way, she thinks. As much as making new friends would be nice, she doesn't enjoy causing the stress and worry she's seen from anyone present during one of Zarc's tantrums. What started as avoidance for the sake of caution becomes avoidance for the sake of 'care'. As she wanders along the highway and eventually off the beaten path into more hilled terrain, this becomes 'easier' to accept. It's quieter here.
And even Zarc can't whine forever (though he does his best to try).
It is perhaps mid morning, after sleeping in under some tree cover, that it hits. For the most part, she hasn't been unaware of the changes her limbs are going through-obviously the arm with a glove on it was obvious, but she can see the ever growing scales along her other elbow, as well as her knees. When she wakes in the morning to roll her sleeve back and see not only bulking scales and 'muscle' (or at last what looks like it) gathering around some kind of violet stone, she feels a chill run down her spine.
It looks like Dark Rebellion's stones.
...It frightens her. Despite knowing it'll only encourage Zarc to laugh more in her head, all she can think is if this would have happened if Yuuya had resisted more. A slow, gradual descent into-]
NGHK-
[That is about when she jumps, a shock of pain different from Zarc's typical tantrums, shoots through her rear. Zarc, in fact, makes an enormous deal about it not even being him...for whatever reason, something he'd only vaguely grumbled about once or twice while she considered the 'zarc-like' limb changes. But the girl shouts, and runs, blindly pacing the tree with her hands at her backside as if trying to find some kind of animal biting there.
There's no animal, but when she finally ends up tripping face first on the ground thanks to the aimless running-] Yy-LLFP!
[...Sproof.
That sure is a big fluffy tail seemingly made of nothing but feathers and down.]
[Now I Am Here, Now I Am There- | The 8th]
[She....
Is lost.
Reira holds her middle, stomach growling a bit as she wanders. It's been a few days now-there's been lots of berries at least, so she's managed to at least eat. And she managed to wander near a river too, which helps. But she's lost. She's lost, and all she can think of is finding another campfire, or finding Yuusei, or...
She could probably use the phone but admittedly the thought doesn't actually occur to her since she's not used to using phones anyway. It doesn't help that her tail is an inch or two longer either. It still looks like it's all feathers and fluff, but there's definitely something long in there, somewhere...
It's tucked in her shorts right now though.
Reira wanders. She wanders, and wanders, until finally she just squeezes her eyes shut and stiffens. She's lost, she's hungry, and Zarc is going on and on about it and whining about how she's in over her head, this is all her fault, she was at least better off with the 'duelist' (because at least then he could maybe fight the guy)-]
Just STOP!
[Rather suddenly there's a burst of flower petals, feathers, and some kind of wind-blown dust.
And then suddenly she's elsewhere.] Mnh?
[This happens more than once, actually.] AHH-!
[Too many times.]
KNGH- [Suffice to say she looks pretty frazzled whenever she finally comes to some kind of stop for....however long she has.]
[After a few times creeping in and out of a camping group, Reira, a new phone, and her personal headspace companion are off on their own once again. It's better that way, she thinks. As much as making new friends would be nice, she doesn't enjoy causing the stress and worry she's seen from anyone present during one of Zarc's tantrums. What started as avoidance for the sake of caution becomes avoidance for the sake of 'care'. As she wanders along the highway and eventually off the beaten path into more hilled terrain, this becomes 'easier' to accept. It's quieter here.
And even Zarc can't whine forever (though he does his best to try).
It is perhaps mid morning, after sleeping in under some tree cover, that it hits. For the most part, she hasn't been unaware of the changes her limbs are going through-obviously the arm with a glove on it was obvious, but she can see the ever growing scales along her other elbow, as well as her knees. When she wakes in the morning to roll her sleeve back and see not only bulking scales and 'muscle' (or at last what looks like it) gathering around some kind of violet stone, she feels a chill run down her spine.
It looks like Dark Rebellion's stones.
...It frightens her. Despite knowing it'll only encourage Zarc to laugh more in her head, all she can think is if this would have happened if Yuuya had resisted more. A slow, gradual descent into-]
NGHK-
[That is about when she jumps, a shock of pain different from Zarc's typical tantrums, shoots through her rear. Zarc, in fact, makes an enormous deal about it not even being him...for whatever reason, something he'd only vaguely grumbled about once or twice while she considered the 'zarc-like' limb changes. But the girl shouts, and runs, blindly pacing the tree with her hands at her backside as if trying to find some kind of animal biting there.
There's no animal, but when she finally ends up tripping face first on the ground thanks to the aimless running-] Yy-LLFP!
[...Sproof.
That sure is a big fluffy tail seemingly made of nothing but feathers and down.]
[Now I Am Here, Now I Am There- | The 8th]
[She....
Is lost.
Reira holds her middle, stomach growling a bit as she wanders. It's been a few days now-there's been lots of berries at least, so she's managed to at least eat. And she managed to wander near a river too, which helps. But she's lost. She's lost, and all she can think of is finding another campfire, or finding Yuusei, or...
She could probably use the phone but admittedly the thought doesn't actually occur to her since she's not used to using phones anyway. It doesn't help that her tail is an inch or two longer either. It still looks like it's all feathers and fluff, but there's definitely something long in there, somewhere...
It's tucked in her shorts right now though.
Reira wanders. She wanders, and wanders, until finally she just squeezes her eyes shut and stiffens. She's lost, she's hungry, and Zarc is going on and on about it and whining about how she's in over her head, this is all her fault, she was at least better off with the 'duelist' (because at least then he could maybe fight the guy)-]
Just STOP!
[Rather suddenly there's a burst of flower petals, feathers, and some kind of wind-blown dust.
And then suddenly she's elsewhere.] Mnh?
[This happens more than once, actually.] AHH-!
[Too many times.]
KNGH- [Suffice to say she looks pretty frazzled whenever she finally comes to some kind of stop for....however long she has.]
8th
He took off for the woods sprinting, alert and expectant in every stride that it'd start teeming with demons, guards to capture him, anything, and that they'd surge forth and wrest him to the ground and --
-- who knows, no. Morbid, morbid curiosity had him speculating, and then knocking the base out from under himself with a "worse". He couldn't let himself settle into that.
But it didn't happen. He started to settle down, a bit. The wilderness was quiet, empty, safe. He's not settled, mind you - he's barely been sleeping and hasn't liked what's happened in that "barely", and the isolation's getting oppressive, but ohh, God, he doesn't want to know who or what lives in the towns he's seen at a distance. He needs to... regroup with himself here. Get used to the feeling of being in a living body again, at least.
And then... he'll face whatever's coming, here.
Wherever he'll go to do that.
The burst of dust and feathers does cause his heart to leap, that said, but -- a humanlike shout. A human voice out here. Instant jolt through 'I'm that seizes him and whips him around with a wavering, rising yelp, a sixteen year old fellow human-looking enough other than a pale yellow shape sitting across the bridge of his nose and a sort of metallic smudge starting to stretch under it, and a sort of "mask" of brown feathers around his eyes. His shortsword's raised.
He's trying to shout, but, uh, he hasn't used his voice much for a while - it's a little simultaneously husky and quivery.]
Stay back -- !
[And -- he swallows the very last bit of noise in that as a feeling like a release of cold air hits him in the face.
It's... a child?
...Oh, please, no, don't tell him he just raised his sword at a child...
He still doesn't completely go off-guard, however - just starts to slowly lower and loosen the position of the sword, as he more quietly, kinda-sheepishly repeats.]
-- St-stay back...
[He lowers his guard just a liiiittle further. Draws a couple of steps back. All while maintaining a fixed, wide-eyed look on the child. It's not even a scrutinizing one - just a holding one. He's still got a bit of letting his mind catch up with him to do before he can settle on looking for any signs of something "off"; for now, he's just not gonna let them out of his sight.]
Wh -- who are you?
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Other than that it seems...nothing is wrong with her.
You know, aside from the shock and the fact that she suddenly appeared in an unknown location face to face with a sword. It's fine.] W-Who are you? [She echoes back, not inclined to share hers first.]
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It -- it, it --
[Why should he be having so much trouble with that, of all things?
He shakes his head hard and rapidly to himself, eyes squinched shut in regret, and then pops them back open, holding still again, and, with active effort in maintaining steadiness:]
Anthony.
-- M. My name is Anthony.
[And he repeats:]
Who are you -- ...? [Before adding, with a thinness and genuine note of sheepishness:] -- Child...?
[That it's part of the question is only implied. It is spoken just as a faltering epithet.]
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And the question kind of blindsides him, has him blink rapidly a couple of times.]
I -- I...
[Why would she ask that, part of him absurdly wonders, before... it hits him that that's what someone would ask. Under ordinary circumstances.
Ordinary circumstances...]
You're -- the first person I've spoken to in... [A few days, since he escaped, but by God, strictly speaking, it's been centuries...] ...i-i-in quite -- some time...
[There's a little vibration in there before the trail-off - not out of sorrow or anything, but out of his being floored to so actively realize that.
And he still doesn't know that it actually is over, but...
Fff, he's going to give in. Let himself believe, unless given sign not to, that it is. Takes a steadying breath.]
Uhmm...
[And finally, he completely lowers the sword.]
For what -- are you out here?
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...I just appeared here.
[She bites her lip.] ...It's hard.
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I.
[...She "just appeared", that's a question in and of itself, but...
He follows that mildly, gently and somewhat tentatively. (In the meantime, in fact, he tightens his grip on his shortsword, but at the same time, he turns to keep it more out of the way, visually-speaking.)]
Wh -- ...What is?
What is hard?
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[She thought it was obvious honestly.]
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[He shakes his head erratically; why would that... be... hard? Unless he's missing what she means that badly! The idea of creatures appearing wherever they want to at will isn't something he'd be unable to get his head around, but it's not one he's automatically thinking is in play, here - she seems genuinely like a human child, but even if she wasn't as she appears to be, why would she say that in... that way...?]
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[Reira that's not how you ask about someone not understanding!]