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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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Is there anyone you wish you had here with you for this? Who you think would make it easier?
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[ She offers a smile, forced but a true one. ]
There's quite a few people β [ She's even stupid enough to think of her past almost-lovers, even if the taste was still bitter in her mouth. ] but.. yes. Geralt would know what to do if he was here. He raised me to hunt and wield a sword, but he has a way with handling situations that don't require as such. I could use his guidance more than ever...
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It hurts.]
For what it's worth, people like thatβthey want to be there for you. Even if you don't want them to experience this. You'd never ask that of someone. So, I guess what I'm saying isβit's okay to miss him. To think about what he'd do.
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[ Quietly, Ciri tries to show her appreciation. Maybe not through heroic gestures like diving in front of a sword, but his words were certainly impactful to her. ]
I know. I know. I don't think it makes me weaker or ill-fitted. Tragic or some such dramatic state. I just try not to think about it. I want my mind focused on finding solutions to get me back to my family.
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[It's a solid point. It's also how he'd see things, normally, except ...
Except he's met his mom. He's saved Shiro. He found him. Andβ]
Maybe your mind should be better at multitasking.
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[ And she's breaking the slight tension with a childish outcry that was far more jovial than he'd seen of her thus far. ]
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[ And there they go, having their special dumb moments of teasing. :') ]
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[Said confidently.
Only ... his head tilts to the side, as he thinks about it.]
Right...?
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[ She gives him a nudge with her hip, as if to emphasize the nature they walked into. It was light and for the first time in a while, there was an easiness about Ciri. Not stoic, exotic or otherworldly β it was... normal. ]
Not even a megascope compares to such advancements.
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[That would be even more difficult than texting. The one good thing about the implants is that it's in their heads, but they should still be focusing on the surroundings.]
What's a megascope, anyway?
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Ah, it's β hm. It's a device to speak or even see others across great distances. They were quite a bitch to assemble, but sorceresses used them in dire times.
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Used to it.]
One of these days, look up how telephones came to be. I think you'd find them interesting. [Maybe? He's not much of an inventor, but it might help her to know that progress was made over time.]