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raisetheearth2015-08-06 10:32 pm
peacefulwinter) wrote in raisetheearth2015-08-06 10:32 pm
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[A | action: Shepherd's Haven | open | 8/6, early evening]
She hadn't realized how much she appreciated the radio silence until she had to start hiding out in her second home. Reporters couldn't get to her here, not unless they were Numbered themselves. And that meant at least a little bit of peace and quiet, or so she'd been counting on.
Today continues that trend. Her usual trip to Gateway City has been put on hold while things blow over, so she's just been roaming the village, looking for something she can do to be helpful. Not that she can't find a task on her own, of course, but she likes the feeling of helping others just as much as she always has. It's what brought her here in the first place, when everything fell apart.
As the sun goes down and the stars begin to twinkle, though, she starts to slowly realize that their little village is awfully full all of a sudden. There are more people walking about than usual, some she doesn't recognize. A few, she sort of knows, if she squints a little behind her glasses. But one gives her pause as she goes by, enough to make her stop cold and whirl around to look. Short hair, a vibrant pink that seems to somehow be natural. Bright eyes and a huge smile. Not much shorter than Winter herself. Casual, and walking around in a shirt and skirt despite the cold day. No, she knows exactly who this is, and with a fake smile, she starts back in the direction she came, shivering from something decidedly different than the cold. Maybe she can find Lily and talk to her for a while, until she can forget what she saw. Or maybe until she can fall asleep and push dealing with things off until the next morning
It's not often you come across the ghost of someone from a distant time and place walking beside you, after all, let alone someone who was your past self's best friend.
[B | action: Locke City | open | 8/6, late morning]
Winter might not have gotten a place with a pool, and Summer isn't quite crazy enough to put a kiddie pool in front of her house - not that she hasn't considered it - but there's a city pool she can get to. Nobody will look a second time if she claims to be her original in her home town. And it's hot this summer, so the water will do her some good. With liberal application of sunscreen between herself and Rose, and a new black bikini that she's certain will turn a few heads, Summer is ready to hit the streets.
Or, at least, that's her cover story. In reality, she's here - at least, in part; she really does want to swim - to make sure Thunder Corporation isn't up to anything she and her keeper, let alone the rest of the Numbered, would take offense to. She trusts them about as far as Rakka could throw any given goon, except perhaps a little bit less than even that. Needless to say, this means she has a vested interest in giving their activities a long, hard look.
The house is well cared for, considering its owners are across the world from here most of the time; Summer employs a caretaker to make sure everything is in order between the couples' visits. While she doesn't necessarily mind doing the cleaning, it's a bear to mow the lawn and dust the house when she does want to come back. Besides, it's a good way to pretend she does something nice for Winter and Lily on occasion. Even if it's a self-centered one, it still counts, as far as she's concerned.
With a wrap around her waist and a pair of sandals, carrying only a small handbag and a towel sticking out the top, Summer stretches in the sunlight. A pair of sunglasses glints in the light as she slides them over her eyes, and turns back toward the door. "Hey, you ready yet? I'm melting here!"
She hadn't realized how much she appreciated the radio silence until she had to start hiding out in her second home. Reporters couldn't get to her here, not unless they were Numbered themselves. And that meant at least a little bit of peace and quiet, or so she'd been counting on.
Today continues that trend. Her usual trip to Gateway City has been put on hold while things blow over, so she's just been roaming the village, looking for something she can do to be helpful. Not that she can't find a task on her own, of course, but she likes the feeling of helping others just as much as she always has. It's what brought her here in the first place, when everything fell apart.
As the sun goes down and the stars begin to twinkle, though, she starts to slowly realize that their little village is awfully full all of a sudden. There are more people walking about than usual, some she doesn't recognize. A few, she sort of knows, if she squints a little behind her glasses. But one gives her pause as she goes by, enough to make her stop cold and whirl around to look. Short hair, a vibrant pink that seems to somehow be natural. Bright eyes and a huge smile. Not much shorter than Winter herself. Casual, and walking around in a shirt and skirt despite the cold day. No, she knows exactly who this is, and with a fake smile, she starts back in the direction she came, shivering from something decidedly different than the cold. Maybe she can find Lily and talk to her for a while, until she can forget what she saw. Or maybe until she can fall asleep and push dealing with things off until the next morning
It's not often you come across the ghost of someone from a distant time and place walking beside you, after all, let alone someone who was your past self's best friend.
[B | action: Locke City | open | 8/6, late morning]
Winter might not have gotten a place with a pool, and Summer isn't quite crazy enough to put a kiddie pool in front of her house - not that she hasn't considered it - but there's a city pool she can get to. Nobody will look a second time if she claims to be her original in her home town. And it's hot this summer, so the water will do her some good. With liberal application of sunscreen between herself and Rose, and a new black bikini that she's certain will turn a few heads, Summer is ready to hit the streets.
Or, at least, that's her cover story. In reality, she's here - at least, in part; she really does want to swim - to make sure Thunder Corporation isn't up to anything she and her keeper, let alone the rest of the Numbered, would take offense to. She trusts them about as far as Rakka could throw any given goon, except perhaps a little bit less than even that. Needless to say, this means she has a vested interest in giving their activities a long, hard look.
The house is well cared for, considering its owners are across the world from here most of the time; Summer employs a caretaker to make sure everything is in order between the couples' visits. While she doesn't necessarily mind doing the cleaning, it's a bear to mow the lawn and dust the house when she does want to come back. Besides, it's a good way to pretend she does something nice for Winter and Lily on occasion. Even if it's a self-centered one, it still counts, as far as she's concerned.
With a wrap around her waist and a pair of sandals, carrying only a small handbag and a towel sticking out the top, Summer stretches in the sunlight. A pair of sunglasses glints in the light as she slides them over her eyes, and turns back toward the door. "Hey, you ready yet? I'm melting here!"
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"Anyway, yeah, I like my skin smooth and fair. Much like I prefer yours. So in a couple hours, we can take turns with it. I'll get you all covered up~♥" Somehow, the heart is audible; as much as of an ass as she can be with most people, and especially with Winter, she lets her guard down with Rose. And while it's a chance to let herself go in public, she also does worry about her partner. Their lives don't really get any less crazy with the passing days, and-
Something in her peripheral vision drives her to action even before she processes what it is, and she throws her other arm around Rose in a diving tackle, sending them on a low arc into their well-groomed lawn. A car passes through the space they'd occupied half a second ago, a few strands of her long hair being pulled out by jagged metal as it goes by, coming to rest in the landscaping of the real estate agency two doors down with a large crash and a crackle of something lighting ablaze. Summer's mouth works in silent protest at the sight, but there's no time for that. Someone wants them dead, and that's just not going to stand.
Her first concern is Rose; after a brief visual inspection and a pat-down she takes surprisingly little pleasure in, she forces herself to her feet, turning to face the direction the massive projectile came from. "Hey, asshole! What do you think you're-"
What she finds makes her eyes go wide. It's not a person at all - it's a... snake? Walking on two legs? And it's. Pink....... oh, no. Winter knew what this was. And it represents a problem, in a very large way. "Rose?" she starts, barely louder than a whisper, and with a tiny bit of real fear in her tone. "Get my Commune. And get ready. We've got trouble."
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Then comes the commotion. Maybe she's just too distracted by Summer, but the abrupt interruption is none too pleasing. She's about to just let off an awful string of expletives when they both spy what they're dealing with. She grits her teeth, shoving a hand into her bag and tossing Summer said Commune, while retrieving her own device.
"Son of a bitch," she growls. "Why is it always something?! This crap never happens in Paris!"
That's the most she gets out before slamming her Precure Seed into place, and another bright flash later... well, she's wearing an awful lot more now.