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meadowlarklogs2018-09-14 03:24 pm
persists) wrote in meadowlarklogs2018-09-14 03:24 pm
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β open log
WHO: ciri and u
WHERE: all over
WHEN: doesn't matter
WHAT: being dumb
NOTES OR WARNINGS: self harm, technically...
one β the club scene
[ There's something she's learned from Dandelion and his associates quite some time ago β loose lips are more useful than you'd imagine. A bit ... vulgar, but when information is so important, finding those willing to offer it was crucial.
Ciri knows best β how drunkards and sloshes spill their hearts out to a pretty girl. She gets an outfit with a hood, one masking the ugly scar ripping up the side of her face. With the limited freedom she has, she hopes to interweave in the kinetic crowd of the club she finds herself in.
It's raw, it's gritty β the sound of high-pitched electronica nothing more than a foreign sound to the woman. She must admit, even when she traveled to other worlds... she still finds the change fascinating. It's no simple string or drum. It's faster than that, more precise and quickened. Ciri likes it.
For now, she plans to take things easy β hang outside among some of the lingerers who instead rev engines of their hoverbikes, showing off the latest equipment and hardware installed. The music spills out to them as people pass by, let in by bouncers. Ciri'll head in too eventually, but...
Luckily, she asked you to tag along. ]
They're beautiful. [ She says in a slight trance, sighing at the craftsmanship of the vehicles. ] The silver, the iridescent glimmer to its paint β they practically sparkle like stars...
---
two β the safehouse scene
[ A few bad hangovers later, Ciri is back in the safehouse kitchen with little to no privacy. It's not as if she cared at this point β she has a place to sleep, bathe, and come back to. It's something.
Ciri's keeping to herself, seemingly deep in thought as she stands over the sink of the kitchen. She had just cut something up for lunch β but as she holds the blade to her palm, it seems... there's something off.
With a quick slice, anyone can hear Ciri wince and recoil, immediately grasping at the fresh cut wound that drips blood down the drain. ]
Come on β come on. Glow β
[ She's mumbling to herself while bleeding, nbd. ]
---
three β the house-hunting scene
Yeah?! This place rivals a pig pen β to hell with you too! No one in rags can afford the riches you demand!
[ A dramatic kick sends a trashcan bumbling down a flight of stairs, followed closely by the totally not suspicious Ciri. It seems that the girl was looking at possible housing β places to rest her head, but even unsavory places have their price. Prices she can't afford. A few hotheaded comments and she makes an enemy with a possible landlord, but Ciri is too prideful to be here now.
Whether she asked to meet up or your paths cross, it's hard to ignore the trashcan rolling down the street. ]
WHERE: all over
WHEN: doesn't matter
WHAT: being dumb
NOTES OR WARNINGS: self harm, technically...
one β the club scene
[ There's something she's learned from Dandelion and his associates quite some time ago β loose lips are more useful than you'd imagine. A bit ... vulgar, but when information is so important, finding those willing to offer it was crucial.
Ciri knows best β how drunkards and sloshes spill their hearts out to a pretty girl. She gets an outfit with a hood, one masking the ugly scar ripping up the side of her face. With the limited freedom she has, she hopes to interweave in the kinetic crowd of the club she finds herself in.
It's raw, it's gritty β the sound of high-pitched electronica nothing more than a foreign sound to the woman. She must admit, even when she traveled to other worlds... she still finds the change fascinating. It's no simple string or drum. It's faster than that, more precise and quickened. Ciri likes it.
For now, she plans to take things easy β hang outside among some of the lingerers who instead rev engines of their hoverbikes, showing off the latest equipment and hardware installed. The music spills out to them as people pass by, let in by bouncers. Ciri'll head in too eventually, but...
Luckily, she asked you to tag along. ]
They're beautiful. [ She says in a slight trance, sighing at the craftsmanship of the vehicles. ] The silver, the iridescent glimmer to its paint β they practically sparkle like stars...
---
two β the safehouse scene
[ A few bad hangovers later, Ciri is back in the safehouse kitchen with little to no privacy. It's not as if she cared at this point β she has a place to sleep, bathe, and come back to. It's something.
Ciri's keeping to herself, seemingly deep in thought as she stands over the sink of the kitchen. She had just cut something up for lunch β but as she holds the blade to her palm, it seems... there's something off.
With a quick slice, anyone can hear Ciri wince and recoil, immediately grasping at the fresh cut wound that drips blood down the drain. ]
Come on β come on. Glow β
[ She's mumbling to herself while bleeding, nbd. ]
---
three β the house-hunting scene
Yeah?! This place rivals a pig pen β to hell with you too! No one in rags can afford the riches you demand!
[ A dramatic kick sends a trashcan bumbling down a flight of stairs, followed closely by the totally not suspicious Ciri. It seems that the girl was looking at possible housing β places to rest her head, but even unsavory places have their price. Prices she can't afford. A few hotheaded comments and she makes an enemy with a possible landlord, but Ciri is too prideful to be here now.
Whether she asked to meet up or your paths cross, it's hard to ignore the trashcan rolling down the street. ]
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[ It's hard to honestly say β she's biased. She's seen noble intentions twist and turn. So, she sighs a bit as if she's frustrated. ]
I suppose so? Maybe it's more camaraderie than anything. I'm not... really sure.
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(continues admiring the bikes, finding a game in picking the owner of each from the crowd of people discussing their upgrades βΒ nitro fuel for speed, neon lights for flavour, augmentations to make them purr, reductions to make them roar. it's surprisingly easy.)
We should see if people can tell us more about them. Morningstar, the people who did this to us, this government...
I'd really like to get citizens' opinions on their lives here, but it could be tedious.
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No. [ There's a definitely grip onto his arm, as if trying to shush him. ] Talking about our super secret club is a sure-fire way to get our necks broken. Morningstar's advantage is its anonymity. We can't give aware that knowledge.
[ Her fingers lessen their grip on him, sheepishly as if she apologizes for how quickly she acted. ]
There's ways to go about it without throwing all your cards onto the table.
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clams up, lips pinching together in a thin line. hrm...
unbothered by the grab, connor adjusts his arm to accommodate her hands β a simple bend of the elbow into something gentlemanly, her willing chaperone for the night. distantly, he's reminded of amanda and their time together in the zen garden. accompanying her was stressful in ways he hadn't realized until he woke up, having to barter for his life most conversations.
standing there with ciri, recognized as a friend and spoken to like one, he gets no sense of that. it's just nice.)
Which way would you go about it? If the cards are a literal suggestion, you're on your own.
(a lie, teasing her. he'd never ditch her here unaccompanied............. too whipped.)
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[ She doesn't mean to harp, but she knows that there's a certain level of risk involved in this type of thing. That being tracked can prove to be someone's downfall. Morningstar moves through the shadows and barely keep their head down β admirable if they keep themselves going.
Slowly, she pulls her hand away. Shoulders tense, face a bit flushed. ]
Find a pattern β if this keeps happening, there has to be tell-tale signs. The same car, same individuals involved... something.
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she's not exactly used to socializing, is she?
not that connor's world's away where that's concerned, despite being designed to integrate seamlessly with humans. it just made him chatty. maybe he's flawed.)
I wish I could catch sight of the truck. It's always El informing us after the fact.
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[ The way she speaks β it's almost fantastical. It's regal but there's enough spunk to show she's youthful despite the ashen white hair sprouting from her head.
She is, to some extent. Socializing was not a forte of hers, obvious by the way close company she keeps. She was no royal in her eyes, no socialite either. Ciri was able to converse well enough to keep herself from being stabbed most of the time. ]
A burden we bear. If we find others like us, we will have to keep our eyes open β to really start to connect the dots. A trail for us to follow...
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I am fond of puzzles, it's just that... this one is particularly challenging.
(normally he'd find that appealing. there are people waiting to see their families and friends again, though, and connor feels the sting of responsibility. as an authority figure, as someone who wants to dedicate his life to helping others find the good paths he was shown, it's his duty. and markusβΒ markus is needed in detroit. north, josh, and simon may be able to take care of things for a while, but not like him.
there's still so much to do. he looks down and away, scrutinizing a new throng of people filing into the bar across the narrow street.)
Thank you for inviting me out, Ciri. I confess I'm rather unaccustomed to anything leisurely. If you can call this that.
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You... have no hobbies? No things of interest to entertain your time? You look as if you'd spend your time in art galleries or wandering city libraries, if I'm to be honest.
[ aka, you're a fucking nerd. ]
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(hobbies, what the fuck? connor's been taking long walks and watching the news on his implant, what hobbies he has or will gain are given to him by the ones closest to him. which means ciri's comment gets a little smile out of him βΒ it sounds like markus, more than him, even if he's been to the city archives for his history lesson on new amsterdam.
maybe she'll tell him something he could do to pass the time. she must have interesting hobbies herself.)
The library sounds interesting, but I think I'd like something more... energetic. What do you do to wile away the hours? Do you have any suggestions for me?
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[ UH, because that's her first... thought. Hunting, swordplay, sparring β she gave him a middleground of books as some could fair useful or entertaining. But... she certainly ups the ante with ... well, weapons. ]
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tilts his head curiously.)
You are too, then, I take it? What do you specialize in?
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...This.
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(gives him an idea, though. not that he wants to learn applicable knowledge about swords if she's not willing to teach him, butβ)
If you'd like to practice more with guns in all variations, I wouldn't mind showing you a few things.
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[ There's an appreciative nod, her hand coming up briefly to pat Connor on the back in an encouraging manner. ]
I'm sure any swords are long since relics here.