This was really weird. To be honest, Snow wasn't even really sure what was happening for a few seconds. Nor was he even capable of being confused yet. He was drifting in that strange plane between being asleep and being awake. Only thing was, he never remembered falling asleep. So it was more that he was suddenly in this weird dazed state out of nowhere, incapable of even wondering where he was and what had happened for a few moments
( ... )
Any relative peace that Snow was experiencing there in the darkness... was abruptly shattered with the arrival of one very agitated fellow l'Cie.
As always, the quick thumping of her footsteps was probably the first warning, but this time it was also the only warning before the sound of the woman slamming herself right into the door echoed through the room and down the hall. He had better regain his bearings quick; she didn't have time or the patience for much else.
"Snow!! Open the door!" In other words, if he wasn't there to do so, she was fully intent on kicking the thing down. Panting with exertion from the full-on sprint she'd done from her own room to his, she whacked her lighting device on the wooden barrier for effect.
Well, if he hadn't been completely awake by now, that sure as well would've gotten him there quick. As soon as he heard something slam into his door, Snow immediately bounded to his feet and whirled to face the door, startled and ready for anything. Er, or at least anything other than the sound of Light yelling at him frantically through the door
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At once Lightning was attempting to push her way into the room, through the man in the way. The last thing on her mind was conforming to upholding manners- there was way too much clogging things up mentally at the moment, and the fact that she hadn't been able to find him was searing. He wasn't difficult to find. Or at least he shouldn't have been!
"Where have you been?"
And taking it out on him at least a little was easy. It wasn't unusual - or hadn't been unusual once - for Lightning's temper to turn dangerously powerful once it found reason to flare up. When she'd been turned into a l'Cie that tendency had heightened for sure... but then again, it had then definitely leveled out. It seemed that the more her power increased, the more reasons she was presented with to take stock in being cunning but rational
( ... )
Maybe it was because he had just woken up a few moments ago. Maybe it was because he'd secretly been given a mild heart attack with someone slamming into the door and yelling at him out of nowhere like that. Or maybe it was because he was standing here with a sudden surge of adrenaline and absolutely nothing and nowhere to direct it. But whatever the reason, Snow somehow wasn't fully able to comprehend everything that was happening at the moment
( ... )
Lightning didn't let up. "You've been gone for a day!" she cried in response, in a tone that might have turned out stern if she hadn't still been so obviously upset. Frustrated, she shook her head; spinning on her heel once she was inside the room, she glanced at the door still standing ajar, then decided she didn't even care that it remained open as she continued, her body language stiff and every bit as tense as her words
( ... )
Gone a day? How was that... even possible? Here he'd thought he'd somehow been knocked out or something and brought back to the room somehow. Had he actually been knocked out for a whole day? It was a crazy thing to wrap his head around. So that was why Light was upset? Cause she hadn't heard from him in a day when they were supposed to be checking up on each other? Had she thought something happened? ...She should've known better than that, though. It's not like he'd go and get himself killed or anything
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Even as she was now, defending herself was instinctive; instantly Lightning's arms shot up to try and push off Snow's hands as she twisted away- an act that was notably awkward, considering both of her hands were full... and one of the things occupying them was her sword.
"I don't know!" her voice rose while she stepped back, and she made like she was about to say more, but then... just froze up instead. If she'd thought the weight of emotion was heavy on her before, now her guilt was so strong it was suffocating. Why had she let her sister get away from her?? She could barely even think right, and even with her mind trying its best to race through her options despite that, she didn't have a solution. The easiest answer - to get out and save her sister - was also the hardest.
She was well aware of where Serah was supposed to be- the fact that she was here was impossible and she knew that. They would have had to go through the Cavalry to get to her--
Except...
"Raines." Lightning's turn to really freeze, somehow even more
( ... )
Even as distressed as he was (and getting more so by the second), Snow didn't do anything to fight her or try to maintain his grip. He let his arms fall as she shoved his hands away, gripping both into tight fists now that there was nothing else to hold onto. His face was nothing but grit-toothed anguish, though it was very, very quickly subsiding in the wake of anger. He could feel it rising up in his chest in waves, trying to bury the shock and dismay and every other negative emotion vying for his attention. And that sensation sharpened with her response
( ... )
He obviously wasn't listening to what was coming out of her line of thought there, but... Lightning quickly disregarded it anyway. At that, the woman actually winced, and it was only through years of intoned never drop your weapon that kept her from now doing just that with her flashlight and short sword- after days of taking hit after emotional hit, and now this... she actually felt sick and strangely weak as her hard exterior finally began to shatter under the force of it. She hardly even had time to feel anger at him raising his voice at her!
"I don't know!" she said again, her voice sounding strained. To think she'd thought hearing Serah had been taken into the Vestige had been bad-- knowing that Snow would become even more agitated when he heard what they'd done to her was... somehow, far, far worse. At least then she'd felt like there was something she could do. As confused and desperate as she'd been, and as crazy and suicidal as her plan to rescue her sister had turned out, at least it was something!
There was no immediate reaction. Snow didn't continue yelling and he didn't run out the door as he'd been ready to do only a second ago. Though he'd looked like he was about ready to explode at any moment, face and body and fists all equally tense, that all slowly drained and faded away as those words sank in. In fact he looked a little dazed for a second and moved back just slightly. Serah came... and visited her
( ... )
No, Lightning definitely wasn't sharing the tall l'Cie's enthusiasm. As dark as it was in Snow's little assigned room, as soon as his mood picked up, as soon as that stupid smile spread across the man's stupid face, Lightning's vision suddenly became tinted in shades of red. Her eyes narrowed, her body tensed, and the aimed a glare up at the man so intense that, if the static electricity in the immediate area didn't suddenly increase tenfold, that in itself was a miracle.
And while even she would have admitted, albeit reluctantly, that she was no longer the person who used bursts of violence to serve her anger- the woman who had screamed at, punched, and held a blade to Snow's throat on several occasions... under the stress of the situation, knowing that it wasn't okay...
Her arm suddenly snapped out to the side, almost faster than it should have seemed possible, and with a CRACK the heavy flashlight that had been in her hand hit the wall. The beam swooped around the room crazily, flickered... but then amazingly, held once it had
( ... )
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Instinctively, Snow followed the movement. He snapped his head to turn and follow the lighting device as it was suddenly thrown against the wall and to the floor, surprise on his face, before turning back to face Light. A very angry-looking Light. He'd wanted to make her feel better, but it looked like she'd just gotten several times worse.
He didn't flinch from the action, nor did he back away or do anything other than stare at her in quiet, shocked confusion. But he did tense just slightly at the look she was giving him, at the tight fist she had balled and ready, prepared to take the hit he felt was probably coming. Only it never did come
( ... )
"She wouldn't call me by name," Lightning said slowly - now that she'd finally gotten started the words were coming out, though no less painful, and she hardly moved at all except to breathe in. Her narrowed stare dropped to the floor. "She kept using that name the nurses used to use." A short, jerky gesture, like she was indicating the hang of a necklace. "The one on all the stuff we're given here
( ... )
Snow frowned a little as she spoke. Not angry; just focused on her words. Serah had come here willingly, not as a prisoner... if he was understanding this right. She had come to "visit." But when she came here... she hadn't called Lightning by her name. She called her something completely different. She called her...
Snow moved his eyes down to the marked necklace Lightning was wearing when she indicated it. Then he looked down to his own. It was too dark in here to read it properly, but he already knew what was on it. Davidson. The thing the staff had called him all the time. He'd thought it was a mistake at first, but they really did seem like just fake, new names they were giving them. Maybe it was a Pulse thing. They were part of a new army, a new side, so they were given new names. And maybe if they were called it enough, they'd forget their old names and their old lives on Cocoon or something. Who knew? Like he got military logic.
But the point was Serah had used that name. She didn't remember. So was that supposed to mean...
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Any relative peace that Snow was experiencing there in the darkness... was abruptly shattered with the arrival of one very agitated fellow l'Cie.
As always, the quick thumping of her footsteps was probably the first warning, but this time it was also the only warning before the sound of the woman slamming herself right into the door echoed through the room and down the hall. He had better regain his bearings quick; she didn't have time or the patience for much else.
"Snow!! Open the door!" In other words, if he wasn't there to do so, she was fully intent on kicking the thing down. Panting with exertion from the full-on sprint she'd done from her own room to his, she whacked her lighting device on the wooden barrier for effect.
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"Where have you been?"
And taking it out on him at least a little was easy. It wasn't unusual - or hadn't been unusual once - for Lightning's temper to turn dangerously powerful once it found reason to flare up. When she'd been turned into a l'Cie that tendency had heightened for sure... but then again, it had then definitely leveled out. It seemed that the more her power increased, the more reasons she was presented with to take stock in being cunning but rational ( ... )
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"I don't know!" her voice rose while she stepped back, and she made like she was about to say more, but then... just froze up instead. If she'd thought the weight of emotion was heavy on her before, now her guilt was so strong it was suffocating. Why had she let her sister get away from her?? She could barely even think right, and even with her mind trying its best to race through her options despite that, she didn't have a solution. The easiest answer - to get out and save her sister - was also the hardest.
She was well aware of where Serah was supposed to be- the fact that she was here was impossible and she knew that. They would have had to go through the Cavalry to get to her--
Except...
"Raines." Lightning's turn to really freeze, somehow even more ( ... )
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"I don't know!" she said again, her voice sounding strained. To think she'd thought hearing Serah had been taken into the Vestige had been bad-- knowing that Snow would become even more agitated when he heard what they'd done to her was... somehow, far, far worse. At least then she'd felt like there was something she could do. As confused and desperate as she'd been, and as crazy and suicidal as her plan to rescue her sister had turned out, at least it was something!
Now she was lost. Again ( ... )
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And while even she would have admitted, albeit reluctantly, that she was no longer the person who used bursts of violence to serve her anger- the woman who had screamed at, punched, and held a blade to Snow's throat on several occasions... under the stress of the situation, knowing that it wasn't okay...
Her arm suddenly snapped out to the side, almost faster than it should have seemed possible, and with a CRACK the heavy flashlight that had been in her hand hit the wall. The beam swooped around the room crazily, flickered... but then amazingly, held once it had ( ... )
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He didn't flinch from the action, nor did he back away or do anything other than stare at her in quiet, shocked confusion. But he did tense just slightly at the look she was giving him, at the tight fist she had balled and ready, prepared to take the hit he felt was probably coming. Only it never did come ( ... )
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Snow moved his eyes down to the marked necklace Lightning was wearing when she indicated it. Then he looked down to his own. It was too dark in here to read it properly, but he already knew what was on it. Davidson. The thing the staff had called him all the time. He'd thought it was a mistake at first, but they really did seem like just fake, new names they were giving them. Maybe it was a Pulse thing. They were part of a new army, a new side, so they were given new names. And maybe if they were called it enough, they'd forget their old names and their old lives on Cocoon or something. Who knew? Like he got military logic.
But the point was Serah had used that name. She didn't remember. So was that supposed to mean... ( ... )
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