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[absurdities]

it started out quietly, and then, quite suddenly, you're caught in a storm. Time to find cover. Nothing much to do but to wait it out.Scenarios listed below for those who want 'em.

i WHERE:
001 PLAYGROUND - Well, you can try to hide under the slide or maybe in the jungle gym... at least you're some place fun?
002 PARK - Always happens, caught outside trying to take advantage of the weather... and it ends up pulling a fast one on you.
003 STORE FRONT - Better hope they have an awning you can take advantage of 
004 THE BEACH - Not exactly the best place to be during a rainstorm, however it is possible to get caught in a sudden storm
005 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it


ii HOW:
001 TREE - Not the best cover, but it'll have to do, stay close to the roots and you won't get too wet.
002 UMBRELLA - Most conventional... Kinda boring. But it works.
003 NEWSPAPER - Not permanent, but it'll have to do. Good luck
004 BAG - Well... y'gotta do what you gotta do.
005 NONE - You know what. You're a rebel. You don't need cover. Screw convention
006 WILD CARD - that's the way you need it


iii WHY:
001 REJECTED - Welp. Rejection sucks. And no one will see you crying in the rain.
002 WAITING - For the bus? For someone else? For some revelation? What are you waiting for.
003 MELANCHOLY - Sometimes the best place to feel a bit down is out in the rain.
004 HAPPINESS - Is everything going your way? Are you singing a refrain while walking down the lane? Just singin. Singin' in the rain.
005 ANGER - WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. SCREW YOU TOO RAIN.
006 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it.



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[her_heart]

[ She nods and straightens up, leaning on him just a little because her human legs are wobbly and she isn't used to controlling them on her own. She takes baby steps, careful, precise movements that ensure she gets used to the feeling lest she crumple in a pile. She pulls on vage memories of how the Becket's walked, and she leans towards Yancy's posture - Raleigh's swagger felt a bit...much.

She tips her head and rests it on his shoulder; she's as tactile as he is, needing the contact and heat that he put off as a sign that this was, in fact, real. ]

[discanted]

[ He wondered, now and then, whether he was more loved than hated, or whether Amadeo has simply created the distinction between the two as an extension of his daily fancies. Now he'd pleased the little prince - his cheek, somehow, almost burned where there'd been cold touch - but in the next moment, the game would play again, and he might not be so fortunate.

It irritated enough to send him walking again with only a parting glance in invitation - the water, yes. To the bloody water, since Amadeo was so fond of his stroll. The worlds slipped him, sweet, if not kind. ]

And what sickens Armand in this new world? There is something. With you, there is always something.

[strikeoflightning]

"If you were with me, I can understand why they were nightmares." the words trailed out of her mouth before she could stop them. Blushing, she focused harder on filling the pot with water.

"I think I can handle soup." she murmured, "You can set the table if you want."

[eternallylost]

[Oh, Marius. His irritation was always so palpable, even after Armand had received the Dark Gift. No, perhaps even moreso because he had received it. The dark angel watched as Marius headed toward the water, away from him with only a glance. He turned, taking only a couple of paces toward the man and folded his arms across his chest, a mask of neutrality covering his own face.]

Everything and nothing at all. It doesn't really matter, though, does it?

[Everything and nothing at all. It was true enough, really. Armand's mercurial nature made him hate everything at one moment, sending him into a rage, and be filled with joy and unrivaled affection the next. And at this moment, it just so happened that he didn't hate Marius much, if there ever was a distinction between love and hate with him. The border was fine, if it existed at all.

Finally, he moved up to the water so the salty waves just barely touched the tips of his fine shoes. A hand lifted to hold his hair away from his face while the other seemed to keep a firm grip on the handkerchief, unwilling to let it go.]

How long will we go on like this?

[thelastbecket]

{That's a good choice, Gipsy. Raleigh's swagger would look more like an enticing hip wiggle on you, and he doesn't need to be breaking techs' noses left and right just yet.

He holds her close and tightly as they move thinking about where he'd be able to get some clothes for her. Maybe the Russian techs would still have some of Sasha's things. He doesn't think the Russian pilot would have objected sharing her clothing with a jaeger, and Mako's clothing probably wouldn't fit quite right around Gipsy's obvious curves.

He doesn't know where to start. Does she have things she wants to try as a human? Can she feel Yancy rattling around in her head like he can? There's so much to ask, but at the same time, he feels like it's unfair and he's got her at an extreme disadvantage.}

[discanted]

[ This once, he laughed with heart, the sound raw, broken by the water's flow. Drunken, though he couldn't name the euphoria, and before him there was no longer enough sand on which to spell him. He stopped a little farther in the ocean, water drench-drowning his trousers to the knee with the crash of a storm wave. ]

Must I know? [ He waved a hand, part thespian dismissal. ] Have you not heard? Have you not seen? I know nothing.

[ And he turned, searching Armand's face for the boy he'd lost. ]

Millennia, and I need know nothing. I need never wonder where I go, and she comes with me. It is as you have always wished it: I have no answers anymore.

[jack_theripper]

[A curious question. One which causes Raiden to laugh softly.]

No. My body is much more sophisticated than any old robot off the street. I'm super enhanced with an anti-rust mechanism. Also, my cybernetic shell acts like skin would. It heals itself. It's waterproof.

[jack_theripper]

Yeah. I can do a lot of things. [Lifting cars is a piece of cake for him., as he goes over towards the car.] Want me to lift it to a safer place?

[eternallylost]

[The sound of his laughter was almost startling. It was so completely unexpected that Armand himself must have had a surprised expression on his face, if only for a split second. It occurred to him suddenly, and quite unrelated to anything at all, that Marius had just defeated his own gesture of offering him the handkerchief to combat the effects of the rain. At this rate, they may as well just jump right into the dark water!

His lips pressed together, eyebrows furrowing in an expression that seemed almost too human to belong to Armand these days. What was it exactly? Regret? Concern? It was almost laughable to think about.]

Whether or not I wished it matters little. But really...

[The expression changed slowly into something a bit lighter, the corners of his lips lifting into a teasing little smile. The words that followed were just as impish.]

I was only wondering how long we were to wander out in the ran and sea water.

[loutish]

I have money. [ Adam sounded bored, already. If that was what this was about, she’d be disappointed. He had always been in it for the thrill, not the payout.

Though, that had been before. Before Jules and he had discovered so much about each other. Maybe now, there would be a reason for him to have money of his own, money that his parents couldn’t trace or withdraw. He’d consider that, but for now he’d stick to his usual line. ]

It doesn’t motivate me. I hope you’ve got a better pitch than that. But don’t worry, I know where you can start.

[ He didn’t continue with that, though, because they’d reached the café. He held the door for her and played nice like a good, gentlemanly type until they were seated. Then he leaned back in the booth, folded his arms across his chest, and raised an expectant pair of eyebrows at her. ]

Before we talk about my habits. Let’s talk about yours. Who are you, for a start. Why the fuck should I care, for a second. Don’t beat around the bush, I can’t do with time-wasters.”

[leanonstuff]

Ah. That's okay.

[Still unsure who this is and admittedly nervous, Norman doesn't think having him take his car somewhere is necessarily a good idea.]

Thanks though. [If this is his guy he doubts he'll answer, but it's worth a shot.] What's your name?

[raindownthesky]

She rolls her eyes, moving to get what she needed to set the table. Calmly, she scanned over what all she would need. "That wasn't the nightmare. The nightmare was seeing you gone."

With that, she turned to head to the table.

[discanted]

[ They'd learned, at some point, to distract each other from tantrums by way of sheer stupor. He stared - vividly - until foam trickled, lacing at his feet, and his eyes were drawn to the pattern. Well, then.

He coughed needlessly, smoothing a voice that hardly called for use or air, before starting the walk away from the ocean at a slow step. He'd turned a sulking child, after all. He'd had enough time to observe and now copy the behaviour. ]

I've spoiled you. You learned to love your fine clothing too well. [ A smile, sketched thinly. ] Now, you can't bear to see it ruined.

[strikeoflightning]

Seeing her gone? Really? Lightning fell silent, cooking the vegetables before she made the broth.

"Thought you would dream about someone else." she pulled out a bottle of wine. They definitely needed something stronger than water or juice.

[raindownthesky]

"Who could I possibly dream about..."

Other than you? She could practically scoff at the idea. She didn't see anyone else in her future. Vanille maybe, but she was her sister. No. Lightning was always there. Her native tongue slipped under her breath.

{Is it really that hard to imagine?}

[strikeoflightning]

"…" she paused and set the wine bottle down. Dinner could wait. It was cooking anyway. There was something here that…

Well, it made her pulse quicken. Almost like she was in battle - except it was more pleasant.

"Fang, I have no idea what the future holds for you or for me. Wherever you want to go, I'll make sure you get there. Whoever you want to see, I'll make sure you find them." she glanced off to the side, inhaling slowly, "What did you say? I haven't learned your language yet, but… I'd like to."

[raindownthesky]

"I said, is it really that hard to imagine?"

She rested her hands on the table, bending at the stomach in order to keep herself steady. She was shaking again.

"Lightning, Five hundred years, and the only person I've been able to think about and see in my dreams is you. All of the dreams were my fear of you disappearing. Why would I dream about anyone else? I mean..."

She closes her eyes, taking a shaky break inwardly. Exhaling, she looks up again. "Light. Did any of what happened on Gran Pulse mean anything to anyone but me?"

[strikeoflightning]

"No, it's not." if she opened up a possibility that she had been purposefully avoiding, "I made sure I wouldn't disappear. I wanted to be around when you woke up." she bit the inside of her lip and pushed away from the counter, "Hey…" taking a few steps towards the table, she placed herself behind Fang, "I remember everything. It meant…" her voice broke, "That was why I couldn't just let myself die and leave you -"

It hadn't been option. Her Focus was done, but her true mission was far from over.

"I've fought for 500 years to see you, Fang." she fell to one knee, placing her hand over her heart, "All of me is for you."

[raindownthesky]

Kneeling. She wouldn't be the one kneeling. That was one thing she'd make sure of. But for now, that kneeling concerned her. She sighed, crouching down to lift her chin, watching her intensely with her piercing gaze.

"Come back up here, soldier. Stay level with me...or I'll stay down here with you."

In fact, she really needed to just stay down there, so she adjusted, sitting on her knees before resting their foreheads together.

"There isn't anyone else that haunts my dreams, and that haunt is one I don't want to change. If this really is real...if none of this is a dream, then I'm glad that I woke up to you there and no one else."

It was selfish. She knew that. She should have wished for Vanille. She should have, but she knew she was safe. She was still in crystal, right? She hoped so at least, and if she wasn't, she would find her again, but for now, she wanted to be selfish for once. She spent too long making sure everyone else is happy. She wanted a piece of it for her own.

And then she felt guilty. She shouldn't want any of it. She had to make sure everyone else was ok first. It was her obligation. Her priority. Her duty. She grew up a guardian, she would die a guardian. A protector. All of these thoughts caused her eyes to glaze as she sat back on her knees more, her head lowering some.

"I'm so selfish..."

[windriding]

There, that should-- [Ororo turns back to Logan, a pot in each hand, stopping midsentence when she catches the tail end of that altercation. She frowns in concern.] -- do fine. Is something wrong?

[likeananimal]

Hm?

[He turns back to Ororo, shrugging as he goes to help her with the pots.]

No, nothing. [The man just happens to be walking away at a quicker rate than normal. That's all.]

[strikeoflightning]

So much had happened that she was glad to remain kneeling. The moment she had sensed Fang, she had dropped everything to go to her. Now that she had her, she felt shaky with relief and...something else. Her chest ached and her stomach clenched at Fang's words.

She haunted her dreams? She wanted to see her most? Above...

And she thought that made her selfish. Lightning felt her body warm as she finally realized. Oh. They were on the same road after all. It was time for her to comfort Fang and to make her see...

"Selfish for wanting to be with me?" she chose her words carefully, voice low, "What if I want you to be with me?"

Because she did. She wanted it so bad that her entire body ached with longing.

"Don't look away." it didn't suit either of them to look away, "Tell me here and now if you want this too."

Shindou Hikaru | Hikaru no Go

[goingplaces]

[raindownthesky]

Her instincts told her to react immediately.
Don't look away... And she didn't. She looked up without hesitation. Even if she was tearing up. Even if she felt like she didn't deserve it.
Don't look away.

So many promises broken. 500 years and here she was, facing the woman she made those promises to. 500 years, here she was telling her she wanted to be with her. 500 years was a long time to wait. There was no way she was lying.

This has to be a dream. There wasn't any possible way that this could happen. She felt like it was too perfect. Had she really been so jaded? If this is a dream, I'm not going to wake up. I refuse.

It was an automatic response. She couldn't lie. She couldn't tell her anything but what she wanted to say. She had to. She owed her that much.

"Yes."

[aintyourdad]

[His eyes open immediately, and he scrambles up, scowling out at the rain which is still falling, if noticeably lighter than earlier. To be fair, he's usually scowling.]

North looks like the clearest path from here.

[He says this as he checks his backpack, making sure none of his supplies got too wet.]