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abyssdressing2012-12-23 10:36 pm
flamme_sacree) wrote in abyssdressing2012-12-23 10:36 pm
the perfect way to start your morning!
[Those awake at an early hour may notice something out of place. That something is a certain teenager, likely recognizable to many as one Luke fon Fabre, sprawled out in the middle of the street. It's not hard to tell one thing that's different about this Luke -- stretched out as she is, there's no mistaking the femininity of her body, even with her hair almost hiding her face. Somehow, despite her uncomfortable position (as if the hard surface wasn't enough, her right arm is pressed between her side and the ground), she looks to be fast asleep.]
[As the sun comes out, however, she begins to come to her senses. She stretches, or tries to, wincing with a pained whine as her arm scrapes against the ground; a moment later, her attention suddenly brought to her surroundings, she scrambles into a sitting position and then onto her feet.] Wha... Tear? [The name is mumbled as she looks frantically around her, tensed as if in preparation for a fight, although she hasn't thought to put her hand to her sword.] Tear... Tear! [She takes a few steps but stops, having no idea where to go or where she'd be coming from, stops stiffly.] Tear? ...Anise? Anise? [With each lack of response, she seems to grow more unnerved; her hands ball into fists, arms clutched tight to her side.] Ion? ...Jade? Dammit... Tear, where are you? [She curls in on herself a little more, though her eyes are still glancing around frantically, looking for someone she knows.] Where the hell is... this... [That last word fades on her tongue as her eyes lower to the ground, face scrunching in misery.]
[She stands there that way for a while, occasionally mumbling some thought that doesn't quite make it to real audibility.] You... You said you'd take me home... You can't just... Dammit... [And that's likely how you'll find her: hunched over in the morning sunlight, jumping at every noise and staring at the ground otherwise. No one told her anything like this could happen. Hasn't she been through enough already?]
[As the sun comes out, however, she begins to come to her senses. She stretches, or tries to, wincing with a pained whine as her arm scrapes against the ground; a moment later, her attention suddenly brought to her surroundings, she scrambles into a sitting position and then onto her feet.] Wha... Tear? [The name is mumbled as she looks frantically around her, tensed as if in preparation for a fight, although she hasn't thought to put her hand to her sword.] Tear... Tear! [She takes a few steps but stops, having no idea where to go or where she'd be coming from, stops stiffly.] Tear? ...Anise? Anise? [With each lack of response, she seems to grow more unnerved; her hands ball into fists, arms clutched tight to her side.] Ion? ...Jade? Dammit... Tear, where are you? [She curls in on herself a little more, though her eyes are still glancing around frantically, looking for someone she knows.] Where the hell is... this... [That last word fades on her tongue as her eyes lower to the ground, face scrunching in misery.]
[She stands there that way for a while, occasionally mumbling some thought that doesn't quite make it to real audibility.] You... You said you'd take me home... You can't just... Dammit... [And that's likely how you'll find her: hunched over in the morning sunlight, jumping at every noise and staring at the ground otherwise. No one told her anything like this could happen. Hasn't she been through enough already?]
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Whoa! Are those real?!
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[Wait, Anise asked a question, didn't she? Luke frowns, crossing her arms over her chest.] What're you talking about-- are what real? [And is this really the time to be asking, whatever she meant by it?]
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...So you're actually a girl...
[Anise couldn't help but crack a smile, refraining from giggling at Luke. This kinda fit 'him' in a weird way.]
Well, we're actually not in Auldrant, but we're in a place where people from Auldrant and different versions of us gather. As for how...well it's a good question but one that hasn't been answered yet.
sorry for the lateness!
Stop making fun of me! [Luke honestly can't even make much sense of what Anise has said, but she knows it's definitely not the truth.] Where the hell am I? [A note of panic is working into her voice again.] Wait, did you guys-- did you kidnap me again!?
It's okay!
Sighing, Anise placed her hands on her hips, keeping from raising her voice too high. It was obvious to the puppeteer that the noble was just a bit scared. Still frustrating nonetheless.]
I already told you where we are and no, you were not kidnapped by people. If you want to wait until more people come out, you'll see exactly what I was describing in a moment.
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[If Luke cares to look, she'll notice a pink-haired circus woman standing there, one hand on her hip and the other clasped around a small object that reflects the early light.]
[Noir tilts her head to one side, studying the hunched figure with an amused smile.]
A damsel in distress by the look of things.