Aerith Gainsborough (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
gardeningaia) wrote2011-01-15 09:27 pm
gardeningaia) wrote2011-01-15 09:27 pm
[Video/Action]
[Here is a fully bundled Aerith, blue scarf wrapped loosely around her face as she smiles.]
Speed run! Don't try this at home. I'm a professional.
...Not really. But I've been practicing, and I think I'm getting better!
[This is about all the introduction given before the journal gets set down to show wide open sky, but once Aerith throws herself in its direction and sets things into a blur of motion, it quickly becomes apparent what she's doing: enjoying her toboggan present from Christmas. She seems to be quite childishly pleased with herself on the faster runs, and pouts when one bumpy ride ends only halfway down. Finally:]
All right, now for the obstacle course! [Tucking the journal under-arm, Aerith drags the toboggan ba-a-a-ck up. This time she turns it to a different position a few feet away and a very different angle. She starts out more slowly, letting gravity lead the way, and steers the tobaggan around trees and rocks, her expression turning focused as the wind whips back her hair. And then--] Oh, no, no! Move, rabbit, run! Hey--ah--!!!! [After wildly veering, once she hits a fallen tree, Aerith and journal are airborne. Too bad they have to come back down, but at least it's in a snowdrift, right?]
...Mmmf.
[...FEEL FREE TO ACTION IT UP / BE SLEDDING WITH HER? She's on the lower part of the mountain slope, closest to the village. Or just shake your head at her from afar, whatever.]
Speed run! Don't try this at home. I'm a professional.
...Not really. But I've been practicing, and I think I'm getting better!
[This is about all the introduction given before the journal gets set down to show wide open sky, but once Aerith throws herself in its direction and sets things into a blur of motion, it quickly becomes apparent what she's doing: enjoying her toboggan present from Christmas. She seems to be quite childishly pleased with herself on the faster runs, and pouts when one bumpy ride ends only halfway down. Finally:]
All right, now for the obstacle course! [Tucking the journal under-arm, Aerith drags the toboggan ba-a-a-ck up. This time she turns it to a different position a few feet away and a very different angle. She starts out more slowly, letting gravity lead the way, and steers the tobaggan around trees and rocks, her expression turning focused as the wind whips back her hair. And then--] Oh, no, no! Move, rabbit, run! Hey--ah--!!!! [After wildly veering, once she hits a fallen tree, Aerith and journal are airborne. Too bad they have to come back down, but at least it's in a snowdrift, right?]
...Mmmf.
[...FEEL FREE TO ACTION IT UP / BE SLEDDING WITH HER? She's on the lower part of the mountain slope, closest to the village. Or just shake your head at her from afar, whatever.]
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And they all were a thing once but they don't know that |D] Three is just right, but four is too many! That's why they're staying in the next apartment over....I don't want him alone. [She looks back at Lightning with a smile.] He needs some looking after. Just like Baldr.
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[ Does he make messes in the apartment if you don't get him outside often enough too...? ]
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That one's yours, right?
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In response, she just makes a soft affirmative noise and then juggles holding Baldr to pull out a key (strapped to her wrist, underneath a glove) for opening the door. Congratulations Aerith, not counting the dog and an incident during the last experiment, you're the first one she's let inside #13. It's certainly not very unusual- aside from the fact that there's a bed in the living room, what's probably most noticeable is that Lightning seems to horde blankets, as well as food, gunblade ammunition, and things of that nature.
Okay, maybe it is a little odd, but... would you expect any less? Baldr's set down to go wander off, leaving Lightning to distractedly start pulling off her gloves. ]
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...It's certainly not very homey, and she wonders if the disquieting sense she gets from it is the feeling of how someone who expects to die lives. Which is--so depressing. Lightning shouldn't--]
...Does it hurt you? The brand.
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[ You know, at least the kind that's spelled with a lowercase 's.' Further evidence of this fact lies in how Lightning doesn't really seem to possess any coat hanging manners- once her own is pulled off, she just hangs it off the back of a chair, without offering any solution for Aerith's.
As for the second question... she seems to have to pause and consider it for a few beats as well. Does it hurt? ]
Not really. [ Quieter: ] Not unless something happens.
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[Though that's not nearly as important as the matter of the Brand. Aerith leaves her coat on the couch for the moment, approaching Lightning.]
Like what? [Because she is listening, closely, paying attention to Lightning.] Can I see it? Please.
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[ Hey, she can't answer questions about Cocoon and the Brand at the same time, Aerith- they're both really complicated. She frowns in slight discomfort at the request, touching a hand to her chest, but... it's not like there's any backing down now. At least since the name of the game is currently how many layers she has to go through to get to skin, she has a few more seconds to talk. Explaining her world kind of leads to explaining the Brand anyway. ]
Cocoon's... an artificial world, created by the fal'Cie. [ She starts undoing the jacket she's wearing, looking down in concentration over how to explain something she's been familiar with her entire life. ] It's a sphere. Hollow, with all of the cities fixed to the inside. That means... Gran Pulse is the actual planet; Cocoon just floats above it.
[ Yeah, she has been thinking about all your talk regarding planets, you silly Gaians. ]
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Cities, and a whole other world... why was all that needed? Was Gran Pulse injured?
[Yes, us Gaians are silly. So silly, we talk about Planets being hurt like they're living, because ours is!
That touch at the chest... Aerith's seen that gesture a few times before. Preeetty sure she knows where the brand is now and part of Lightning's discomfort, though she's still wondering what it looks like.]
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[ She's getting a little riled up about this, and upon realizing it, cuts off suddenly. For a moment she just stares at her hands, nearly forgetting what she was doing, and realizing that not only is she going off on a tangent, but aside from the other l'Cie, nobody else knows about what she's talking about. Saying it aloud is an odd experience. ]
But... Cocoon's Sanctum fal'Cie, Pulse fal'Cie- they're all really the same. And to them, we're all just cattle.
[ A dark frown is firmly in place as she unlaces her last top before reaching actual undergarments, finally pulling everything back to reveal the arcane mark burned onto the left of her upper chest- numerous black arrows, surrounding a bright red 'eye' in the middle. At first it just looks like a tattoo, but with the slightly raised skin and colors far too vivid to be mere ink, it's obviously something far more ominous. ]
A Pulsian fal'Cie did this.
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But why are they telling people things like that? If they're the same, what good would it do to fight each other?
[The eye draws Aerith's attention first--the color, placement, the many helpful arrows. Immediately she wants to scrub the thing off, even though she knows logically that it wouldn't do a thing.] And...what is this doing to you... Why does it... ?
[Kill? So many questions.]
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Because-- humans have souls and... when they die, their spirit goes to pass into the afterlife through something that's called the Door of Souls. The fal'Cie all believe... they believe that 'the Maker' who created them is also beyond the Door, but that it's too 'closed' for him to make it back.
[ Do you see where this is going yet? She stares at her hands determinedly and then puts them together slowly, with only a small space in between. ] So... all the people inside Cocoon-- if it's destroyed and the tens of millions inside of it die... [ Hands apart, and Lightning looks from one to the other with an odd, agitated look on her face. From an emotional standpoint? This is definitely the hardest part. ] The Door will be opened, and the Maker will return.
However... the Cocoon fal'Cie can't do the deed themselves. And so they take humans, and they Brand them to make l'Cie- bind their souls to them to do their bidding. Don't do what they want in time... and it's lights out for good.
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No wonder you didn't want to talk about them. That's... [She shakes her head and tries to take Lightning's hands in her own.] This has to come off, somehow. They just can't use you like that! I'll do everything I can.
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... Back home, that was the plan. That's why we left Cocoon, hoping that if we searched Gran Pulse, we could find answers.
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[Aaaaand cue library trip!]
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... Maybe you'll spot something I can't, though. [ YAY, READING MONTAGE IN 5...4...3...
-- One more thing. ] Aerith, you... [ "...can't tell anyone about this." Particularly regarding the parts implying she's meant to destroy her world, because that is not something she wants anyone to know about. But-- they're sort of running out of options, here, so... ]
Just be careful, if you tell anyone.
[ And done! ]