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tabularasa_rp2021-01-03 08:06 pm
pinwheels) wrote in tabularasa_rp2021-01-03 08:06 pm
[open] I'm in love with a shooting star
Who: Rinoa Heartilly + you?
What: catch-all for January!
Where: different places around the Void
When: during January
Content Warnings: n/a! will update if anything comes up
I โ โWe promise to see shooting stars together.โ
II โ โI can be fearless, too.โ
III โ โCool 'em down, Shiva! Freeze them to the core.โ
IV โ Wildcard
What: catch-all for January!
Where: different places around the Void
When: during January
Content Warnings: n/a! will update if anything comes up
I โ โWe promise to see shooting stars together.โ
[ It's easy to miss the changes that happen to the world when you've spent most of the last however-long indoors. In the end, her time in the nightmare that was Mementos hurt Rinoa somewhere deep, bringing with it a heavy feeling in her heart that took time alone to process. It was a little while after the clocks started to work that she emerged again, and she wasn't surprised to find that her processing time had brought with it further changes to the rest of the world.
The sky was one such thing, dark where it had been a light near-nothingness before, complete with auroras and stars that aren't from home, but could be. Since finding it for the first time, seeing the lights dancing across the darkness of the endless abyss, Rinoa's found herself spending a lot of time outside, amongst the ever-cycling purple scenery of the lake, looking up through the canopy and watching the stars. Sometimes, Angelo and Felix come with her; sometimes, like now, she's alone, her companions resting back in their apartment.
Every time a star falls from the sky, it brings with it a mixed feeling. There's a sense of its beauty, an absent-minded smile on her lips as she watches its path across the sky. But with it comes the hollow sense of homesickness that has haunted her ever since she got here, worsened by the fake Squall in the nightmare, strengthened even further by the taste of her magic, pulled abruptly away upon waking.
It's a feeling still trying to burrow itself into the pit of her stomach when she realizes that the star she's watching is getting remarkably close. But where most might try to move away, Rinoa moves toward it, black boots hurrying over the withering grass, and it's with pursed lips, a curious expression on her face, that she gathers the small glowing rock into her hands. ]
Wow...
II โ โI can be fearless, too.โ
[ When she's not watching the night sky, the next best thing is training. Rinoa's never been good at fighting alone; even here, she's proved that she needs people around her if she wants to stand even the slightest of chances against a foe. But she's already seen how people tend to wink in and out of existence around here, which brings with it a special kind of fear unique to her existence in the Void.
It's not the same terror that woke her from nightmares back at home, or the pain of the reality she's living now - no one can be as precious to her as Squall; there's no one she can fear losing as much as she fears being without him - but she does have friends here, people she trusts and has come to rely on. If something happens, and if they disappear too... what then?
She can't fight alone.
But maybe she can learn.
Without the power of her magic, Rinoa is left to the blaster edge perpetually strapped to her arm, and it's with that that she makes her way from place to place, setting up targets of whatever she can find and obliterating them before starting over. Today, she's in one of the many caverns within the mountain. If you find her here, feel free to join her; perhaps you can even teach her how to use something new! ]
III โ โCool 'em down, Shiva! Freeze them to the core.โ
[ It's not like snow is a new thing in the Void; it was part of Rinoa's arrival on the top of Mt. Silver, a constantly-falling cold in a place that otherwise seems to not know how temperature works outside of "mild". She's even experienced the sudden storms before, the way the snow sometimes just tends to just dump itself out of the sky into whatever is underneath it, only to disappear moments later.
She's never tried to actually build a snowman, though.
This particular snowfall has been going for quite some time now, and the rocky ground underneath it is covered in a blanket of crunchy white. Rinoa's clothes don't offer much in the way of warmth, but that doesn't stop her from stomping into it, gathering handfuls of the stuff and piling them into rough spheres in order to try and create a figure.
Whatever she does make, well... it's not very good.
If you try to tell her as much, though, you're liable to get a snowball to the face! ]
IV โ Wildcard
( something else in mind? hit her with something random, or hit me up if you want to request something specific! โฅ )
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I know pretty much everyone at Garden at this point, and I've never seen youโ
[ She breaks off, her eyes narrowing, hands coming to her hips as her foot taps at the floor, an absent-minded beat. Time. When she speaks again, it's with almost the same eerie calm that overtakes her voice when she's using her powers: ]
The future, then. Or perhaps the past... Were you left stranded by the Time Compression?
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Best to try and keep a straight face, no emotions allowed. He's the stranger, here, getting worked up about it would just look weird.]
The future. By about twenty years from your perspective, I think.
And to be clear, I'm not native to your world - Time Compression's the whole reason I was ever there, same as a lot of people. But I've still lived there long enough to call it home, if that means anything.
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Perhaps this world, too, belongs to somebody they just haven't met yet, someone who has lived through whatever strange catalyst brought all of them there.
Her smile is there, when she looks back up at him, although admittedly it's somewhat distracted. Is this the result of her wish coming true, somehow? ]
Well, it's nice to meet you, Mister Espio. And I'm sorry - I guess it's kind of weird for you that I don't know who you are, huh?
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[He does his best to not let any emotion show as he says it, but the flat tone makes it very clear just how tired he is. He can try to hide his feelings as much as he likes, but that doesnโt make him any good at it.]
Still good to see a familiar face! Not to mention someone who knows โhomeโ. I bet everyone else hereโs from different worlds, right?
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So instead, Rinoa just nods, offering him a brief smile. ]
That's right. It's just Angelo and me.
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[Well then. This is... awkward. Heโs quiet for a long moment, and when he speaks up again he tries to inject something resembling energy into it. Itโs a bit forced, but not completely false.]
Anyway, donโt worry, me and that time-warped future-you donโt hate each other! Weโre not best friends, but I like you well enough!
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She smiles, reaching up to curl her fingers around her necklace. ]
Where are you from before that?
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[For a moment, it might look like he's not going to elaborate. The Special Zone and Meridian are gone now, and it's a little hard to talk in detail about a home he knows he can't return to... but then, he gives a small smirk and shrugs.]
I heard this place steals ideas from home. You can blame me for the sky outside.