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raisetheearth2015-07-26 10:42 am
peacefulwinter) wrote in raisetheearth2015-07-26 10:42 am
039 ♦ mostly open
[A | action: open ocean off America's west coast | closed: Lily, Jasmine, Rakka, Marina, doppels to taste | 7/25, morning (NZST)]
She'd thought it would be like any other day. When she'd seen the story about the cruise ship burning for no apparent reason in the middle of the ocean, she'd figured they could go and help, and she could go home and sleep with another successful rescue mission under her belt. So she'd assembled her team, transformed, given everyone their wings, and they'd opened a portal into what sounded right. Really, the smoke was easy enough a marker. And there was even another ship already there.
In her best official tone, Winter clicks a button on a headset she'd put on before they left, connected to a radio attached... somewhere. She's trying not to think about how belt clips work with her costume. "Attention, vessel near the accident site," she starts into the headset. "My name is Winter Tsukuyomi, alias Cure Diamond; my team and I are here to assist in whatever capacity we're able. I expect that will be via flying victims off the wreck, since we have wings. I'll stay on this frequency; designate me-"
She's cut off as something dark blue and fast jets past her, taking time to stick out a tongue on the way. "Less blabbing, more work, honey. Daylight's wasting!" The voice - her voice - comes over the earpiece. Summer's flight continues as she reaches the cruise ship, before she disappears from sight into a doorway. Winter is silent for a long moment as she watches the girl disappear, her hand falling to her side, before she starts to squawk. "How dare she!? Come on, let's go!" All thought of introducing herself to the other ship present falls to the wayside, as she jets off in a streak of blue, and possibly cursing.
((Mostly just a set piece for the slime to be discovered, and for shenanigans. Jump in and do whatever~))
[B | network: video | open | 7/25, late morning (NZST)]
[At the conclusion of the mission, Winter returns to Shepherd's Haven, thoroughly annoyed, but also concerned. She absently slams the door shut as she pops her laptop open and kicks the network on. She looks a little disheveled, but not particularly worse for wear, if hastily dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Although... there's a worried look in her eyes.]
What's going on? There's... something's happened. This... weird green stuff... it's almost sticky. And it changes. [She holds up a pink plushie, kind of like Raquel, except with a heart motif, and looking mildly like a bunny.] This shouldn't exist. Not in this world, not without a certain person that isn't here. I-
[She looks lost for a moment, staring into the plushie's eyes, torn. After a second, she looks back up at the camera, a helpless expression on her face.] I don't know what to do. This hasn't happened before.
[C | action: Gateway City | open | 7/24, early evening (local)]
At some point, Winter decides that getting out of the house and doing a little walking might be a good thing. That brings her to take the teleporter - which is, itself, a surprisingly novel experience; when one can teleport at will, using a device with restrictions feels different - to Gateway City, and just walk around the city a little bit. She's changed out of the things she'd thrown on this morning, into a dark top, a light jacket over it, and her usual long skirt. As she roams, she keeps looking back at the odd pink plushie - Cheryl, her mind supplies; Raquel wouldn't like being called hey, plushie all the time - and wondering why it's here. If her being here means Mana is here somewhere. And that's enough to throw her seriously out of whack. Enough to probably run into someone or something, with a brief and stammered apology, before she ends up in much the same state a few minutes later.
Eventually, she ends up sitting on a high ledge, looking up at the night sky. The stars are hard to make out from here, but... it's still kind of comforting. Even when everything else changes, there are certain things that stay the same... and she has to cling to that fact to keep herself steady as the waters of life get rough.
This is about the time Cheryl returns to slime once more, and Winter lets out a loud shriek in shock. Oops.
She'd thought it would be like any other day. When she'd seen the story about the cruise ship burning for no apparent reason in the middle of the ocean, she'd figured they could go and help, and she could go home and sleep with another successful rescue mission under her belt. So she'd assembled her team, transformed, given everyone their wings, and they'd opened a portal into what sounded right. Really, the smoke was easy enough a marker. And there was even another ship already there.
In her best official tone, Winter clicks a button on a headset she'd put on before they left, connected to a radio attached... somewhere. She's trying not to think about how belt clips work with her costume. "Attention, vessel near the accident site," she starts into the headset. "My name is Winter Tsukuyomi, alias Cure Diamond; my team and I are here to assist in whatever capacity we're able. I expect that will be via flying victims off the wreck, since we have wings. I'll stay on this frequency; designate me-"
She's cut off as something dark blue and fast jets past her, taking time to stick out a tongue on the way. "Less blabbing, more work, honey. Daylight's wasting!" The voice - her voice - comes over the earpiece. Summer's flight continues as she reaches the cruise ship, before she disappears from sight into a doorway. Winter is silent for a long moment as she watches the girl disappear, her hand falling to her side, before she starts to squawk. "How dare she!? Come on, let's go!" All thought of introducing herself to the other ship present falls to the wayside, as she jets off in a streak of blue, and possibly cursing.
((Mostly just a set piece for the slime to be discovered, and for shenanigans. Jump in and do whatever~))
[B | network: video | open | 7/25, late morning (NZST)]
[At the conclusion of the mission, Winter returns to Shepherd's Haven, thoroughly annoyed, but also concerned. She absently slams the door shut as she pops her laptop open and kicks the network on. She looks a little disheveled, but not particularly worse for wear, if hastily dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Although... there's a worried look in her eyes.]
What's going on? There's... something's happened. This... weird green stuff... it's almost sticky. And it changes. [She holds up a pink plushie, kind of like Raquel, except with a heart motif, and looking mildly like a bunny.] This shouldn't exist. Not in this world, not without a certain person that isn't here. I-
[She looks lost for a moment, staring into the plushie's eyes, torn. After a second, she looks back up at the camera, a helpless expression on her face.] I don't know what to do. This hasn't happened before.
[C | action: Gateway City | open | 7/24, early evening (local)]
At some point, Winter decides that getting out of the house and doing a little walking might be a good thing. That brings her to take the teleporter - which is, itself, a surprisingly novel experience; when one can teleport at will, using a device with restrictions feels different - to Gateway City, and just walk around the city a little bit. She's changed out of the things she'd thrown on this morning, into a dark top, a light jacket over it, and her usual long skirt. As she roams, she keeps looking back at the odd pink plushie - Cheryl, her mind supplies; Raquel wouldn't like being called hey, plushie all the time - and wondering why it's here. If her being here means Mana is here somewhere. And that's enough to throw her seriously out of whack. Enough to probably run into someone or something, with a brief and stammered apology, before she ends up in much the same state a few minutes later.
Eventually, she ends up sitting on a high ledge, looking up at the night sky. The stars are hard to make out from here, but... it's still kind of comforting. Even when everything else changes, there are certain things that stay the same... and she has to cling to that fact to keep herself steady as the waters of life get rough.
This is about the time Cheryl returns to slime once more, and Winter lets out a loud shriek in shock. Oops.
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"But the fact that you two can rely on each other in disasters means something right? Even if she doesn't want to admit it, maybe she really does care about you somewhere. You guys are related, it's only natural. Maybe she'll come around someday. No, I'm sure she will."
As he says this, he wraps Winter in a much more compassionate hug.
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Still, clearly Blaise cares enough to help reassure her. Openly, she smiles a little bit. "Maybe someday. I'll keep trying. Wisdom and malice are- well, they're not quite two sides of the same coin. But they're close enough. And fighting together with her will go a long way to making her trust me, too."
Which is probably not a reasonable sentiment for a twenty-year-old girl to be making, but that's what she's got. And what she's not really thinking about.
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"I'm here if you ever want to talk, okay? If Summer's mean to you, I'll try my best to help."
Blaise looked at the clock on his phone. His mom is probably going to be getting worried soon.
"Are you sure I can't walk you anywhere? We've been out here for a while, we should probably get going."
He wasn't trying to sound hurried, but, he didn't want the embarrassing phone call from his mom, wondering where he is, to happen right in front of his new friend.
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The sudden need to get moving, however, gets her attention; checking her phone, she notes the time with a nod. "Sorry, am I keeping you from something? It is getting a little late... maybe I should be getting home after all. Don't worry about me, though. Is there somewhere I can walk with you to?" She's well aware this is kind of backwards, but, well. A lot of what she does is backwards, sometimes on purpose.
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"I don't think I've ever had anyone ask me that before." He smiles a little helplessly. "I actually kind of like it. I can show you where I live, if you're ever in town and need to find me quick."
Blaise thought for another moment. It's also weird because he's never brought anyone home before. If she ever did come over and one of his parents answered the door, he'd hope that they wouldn't think she was his girlfriend. That would be a hard explanation for him to fix.
At that moment, his phone rang. His face flushed red again as he freaked out a little, getting the phone out of his pocket as quickly as he could without dropping it. Sure enough, it's his mother.
"S-sorry, one second!" He gives Summer an awkward smile as he answers the phone. "Hi, mom. Yea, sorry. I was... on my way home when I lost track of time. I'll be home soon, I'm not far away."
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"So, yes, I'd like that. Gateway is safe enough, but you can't be too careful. And..." It'd be good if I can find you quickly in a crisis so I can save you isn't really a good conversation piece, is it? "Maybe we can talk again, another day. I don't have so many friends that I don't enjoy making new ones, you know?"
She's about to go on when Blaise's phone rings, and she lets herself fall silent so he can answer it, taking a little private satisfaction that hers isn't the only mildly overbearing mother in the world. She'd have gotten much the same treatment from April, ages ago, before she could demonstrably snap wood with her bare hands while not transformed. When he finishes, she quietly adds, "Sorry. Should we go, then?"
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"Yea. If it gets too much later, mom might send out a search party." He says the last part rather jokingly. His parents trust him to a fault and he's usually good to what he says. "I'll show you something else on our way there. If I'm not home, I'm most likely at the soda shop. Come on."
He walks her downward and toward the streets. He turns a few corners, keeping his pace slower so she wouldn't have to fight to keep up. He stops in front of a small shop amidst a strip, the windows and signs all dark, indicating it's after hours.
"This is my favourite hangout. They have lots of amazing flavours. Maybe I can take you here when you visit again." He looks at her curiously a moment. "Do they have anything like this where you live?"
When they get back to walking. He leads her back a few blocks the way they came before taking a well-lit side street all the way down.
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But along the way, her curiosity is piqued as they pass the soda shop. In a modern day, a place like this is a rarity, and she smiles. "I'd like to try it, sometime. There's nothing like this where I live, or in Locke, come to think. So it'd be neat!" She really means it, too, as she picks up when Blaise starts walking again. It's not far to their apparent destination when the side street they're on comes to an abrupt end. He knows the streets pretty well, it seems; if anything goes wrong in future operations, she'd have to remember to ask him for some help if something went weird later.
"Is this it?"
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"Yup, home sweet home. Haha, don't tell anyone, but you're the first one to see it since we moved here."
Some time had indeed passed since they came to Gateway city. Bringing friends, or anyone, home was a foreign concept to him, and it caused a mildly concerned look to cross his face as he looked up the lit driveway.
"I, uhm... can't promise I'll be a good host or anything, but feel free to come over anytime."
He smiles at Winter a little.
"You be safe on your way home, okay? I hope we'll meet again soon."