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epidemiology2015-12-31 10:17 pm
beyourrock) wrote in epidemiology2015-12-31 10:17 pm
OPEN (forward dated a little Jan 1)
CHARACTERS: Pearl (beyourrock) and you!
DATE: Jan 1st
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Pearl takes some time to clear her head. Sort of.
[This past week, Pearl had been busying herself with errands, cooking, baking, anything that would get her mind off the mark on her hand. She slowly started to realize that these mundane tasks weren’t doing her any good. Her mind was still loud.
Let it be the most beautiful sort of disaster that consumes you...
Maybe it was time to take a different approach.]
A: Sworn to the Sword
[Pearl had cleared a small area for herself and her training. Scooping what snow she could into precise mounds. Dead grass was revealed, along with worn down dirt, in a perfect square, large enough for combat. It wasn’t preferred, but it would have to do. Especially without the use of Warp Pads here, in order to transport to the area she usually trained.
The Gem stood in the middle of the miniature arena, two swords in hand. He gem on her forehead glows brightly, producing a blue figure in front of her. A perfect copy, give or take the emotionless face it held. She tosses the sword to the hologram and it in turn catches it by the handle.
And the sword dance begins. Clashing metal, sparks flying, elegant movements, and yet, they both had considerable power behind each blow, letting out a rush of air in the nearby radius of the arena. To anyone observing, they may notice Pearl is rather focused on the task at hand, as her hologram evades her attacks, returning with its own.]
B: May I Have this Dance?
[After her self appointed training, Pearl had put away her swords, letting them disappear with a flurry of sparkles. The hologram of herself holds out its hand out to Pearl, in which she takes. Similar to her fight with the hologram, it’s elegant, but with a much softer edge to it as they danced. Spinning and twisting, gliding across the arena, despite the unstable ground.
Pearl closes her eyes, as if she has memorized all the steps, falling in line with her hologram. As she moves, the hologram flickers into different shakes of different people, never missing a beat. She spins, and the hologram changes into a barefooted young woman with long hair, and when she’s dipped back, a woman in uniform holds her under the small of her back, and then straightens her back up again. The hologram extends her arm outward, Pearl holding it and doing the same. Again, the form changes, into a man with armor. And then she’s tugged in, twirling again until she rests against the holograms chest, looking up to see a tall woman with large curls, a soft smile on her face.
The gem’s eyes widen and she breaks away from the hologram, which splits into two shapes. A tall woman with square shaped hair and shades, while another stood beside her. Much shorter but with long unkempt hair. The both stare down Pearl, smiling as well, arms either crossed or on their hips. Silent laughter passes their lips, soft and heart warming before they disappear in a fizzle.
Pearl stares at where the holograms stood, her breathing suddenly ragged. Her left hand clutches over her chest, her gaze falling to the ground. Furrowing her brow, she exhales heavily, closing her eyes.]
What would they think...?
C: A Girl and her Bird
[Pearl sits in the middle of the arena, sitting beside a giant white bird, with blue trimmed feathers. A small bag of feed is set down for him, and she quietly observes him eating, her gloved hands running through his feathers on his back. He was a hassle, but she seemed to be warming up to the idea of a mount. A pet of sorts, and Quartz seemed to be calming her mind.
The Gem closes her eyes and laughs weakly as she hears the bird gobble down his food.]
Relax Quartz. You’ll choke if you eat too fast.
[She says, scoldingly, but the bird doesn’t seem to heed her words, continuing his ‘feast’. Her shoulders slump, it wasn’t worth it at this point.]
D: Wildcard
{{ooc: If none of these tickles your fancy, you're more than welcomed to toss in your own! If you're not sure, just drop me a pp on plurk at littlestpenguin}}
beyourrock) and you!DATE: Jan 1st
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Pearl takes some time to clear her head. Sort of.
[This past week, Pearl had been busying herself with errands, cooking, baking, anything that would get her mind off the mark on her hand. She slowly started to realize that these mundane tasks weren’t doing her any good. Her mind was still loud.
Let it be the most beautiful sort of disaster that consumes you...
Maybe it was time to take a different approach.]
A: Sworn to the Sword
[Pearl had cleared a small area for herself and her training. Scooping what snow she could into precise mounds. Dead grass was revealed, along with worn down dirt, in a perfect square, large enough for combat. It wasn’t preferred, but it would have to do. Especially without the use of Warp Pads here, in order to transport to the area she usually trained.
The Gem stood in the middle of the miniature arena, two swords in hand. He gem on her forehead glows brightly, producing a blue figure in front of her. A perfect copy, give or take the emotionless face it held. She tosses the sword to the hologram and it in turn catches it by the handle.
And the sword dance begins. Clashing metal, sparks flying, elegant movements, and yet, they both had considerable power behind each blow, letting out a rush of air in the nearby radius of the arena. To anyone observing, they may notice Pearl is rather focused on the task at hand, as her hologram evades her attacks, returning with its own.]
B: May I Have this Dance?
[After her self appointed training, Pearl had put away her swords, letting them disappear with a flurry of sparkles. The hologram of herself holds out its hand out to Pearl, in which she takes. Similar to her fight with the hologram, it’s elegant, but with a much softer edge to it as they danced. Spinning and twisting, gliding across the arena, despite the unstable ground.
Pearl closes her eyes, as if she has memorized all the steps, falling in line with her hologram. As she moves, the hologram flickers into different shakes of different people, never missing a beat. She spins, and the hologram changes into a barefooted young woman with long hair, and when she’s dipped back, a woman in uniform holds her under the small of her back, and then straightens her back up again. The hologram extends her arm outward, Pearl holding it and doing the same. Again, the form changes, into a man with armor. And then she’s tugged in, twirling again until she rests against the holograms chest, looking up to see a tall woman with large curls, a soft smile on her face.
The gem’s eyes widen and she breaks away from the hologram, which splits into two shapes. A tall woman with square shaped hair and shades, while another stood beside her. Much shorter but with long unkempt hair. The both stare down Pearl, smiling as well, arms either crossed or on their hips. Silent laughter passes their lips, soft and heart warming before they disappear in a fizzle.
Pearl stares at where the holograms stood, her breathing suddenly ragged. Her left hand clutches over her chest, her gaze falling to the ground. Furrowing her brow, she exhales heavily, closing her eyes.]
What would they think...?
C: A Girl and her Bird
[Pearl sits in the middle of the arena, sitting beside a giant white bird, with blue trimmed feathers. A small bag of feed is set down for him, and she quietly observes him eating, her gloved hands running through his feathers on his back. He was a hassle, but she seemed to be warming up to the idea of a mount. A pet of sorts, and Quartz seemed to be calming her mind.
The Gem closes her eyes and laughs weakly as she hears the bird gobble down his food.]
Relax Quartz. You’ll choke if you eat too fast.
[She says, scoldingly, but the bird doesn’t seem to heed her words, continuing his ‘feast’. Her shoulders slump, it wasn’t worth it at this point.]
D: Wildcard
{{ooc: If none of these tickles your fancy, you're more than welcomed to toss in your own! If you're not sure, just drop me a pp on plurk at littlestpenguin}}
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Not friends?
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[She lowers her gaze a little.]
If anything, they're part of my... family, even. They mean a lot to me. They're back home for the time being.
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[ he offers a little smile to her, understanding and emphatic. ]
There's nothing wrong with that, you know. It's gotta be hard to be so far away from people who're really important to you.
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[She shrugs though as she lets the holograms disappear.]
It's better they're at home still. I wouldn't want them to danger themselves here.
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[ his heart aches, thinking of kairi and sora back home, but... no, he can't dwell on that. he shakes his head lightly as if to banish those thoughts. ]
I thought they were teammates, though? Were the other ones teammates too? They didn't look the same.
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[Oh those... other people. She feels a blush rise to her cheeks. She shifts her weight on her feet as she curls some hair away from her gem, which seems to glow brightly, the holograms disappearing.]
They were good friends of mine. I mean-- are good friends of mine.
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I didn't know you could blush.
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I can. A little. Look--! That doesn't matter right now!
What are you doing out here anyways?
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Okay, okay.
I was looking for somewhere to train, guess the same as you.
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[She asks, curious as to how a boy his age even trained. Pearl had seen him fight before but...]
...Who trained you anyways?
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[ his eyes dim slightly, his eyes falling from her face to the ground before he brushes his hair back and tries to reassert himself. ]
I trained myself. My dad taught me some stuff, so'd my mom, but me and Sora would always fight with wooden swords when we were little. [ he shrugged. ] We just kept doing it.
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Do you have a purpose for fighting back home? [It just seemed so strange for teens of his age to be fighting, especially with weapons like what she had seen of Riku's.]
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can he tell her? he's not supposed to tell anyone, from what he knows. world order, and everything, but... she's trustworthy, isn't she? it's not like she's gone around being evil to anyone, and she certainly hasn't used him for her own benefit.
so he exhales, and his shoulders sag along with the action. ]
Not back home. Everything was peaceful there, but--there're other worlds out there that're filled with monsters. My best friend, he's usually the one doing that, but...
[ he looks away. ]
It's complicated. I'm the one stuck doing it now, that's the point--until he gets better.
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Well, if you ever need a sparring partner, I'd be more than happy to train with you, Riku.
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Really? [ urk--no, calm down. he quickly runs a hand through his hair and looks away again, trying to shrug off his initial enthusiasm. ] I mean--you've gotta be busy, you're pretty skilled... there's bound to be a few people you've gotta watch out for. I wouldn't wanna get in the way.
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It's okay, Riku. I've taught people before. And I'm sure we can find some time, once this sun business is over with. Once it is, I'll give you a call and we can set something up.
[She tilts her head to the side and holds her hand out to him in a handshake.]
Sound good?
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Yeah, sounds good.
Thanks, Pearl.
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Of course. I owe you one. Plus, I'm always looking to take a student under my wing. I think you'll be a great fit.
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I'll try. [ and then, he bows his head lightly. ] I'll let you get back into the swing of training, then--I need to find a place to meditate, anyway.