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Who: River Tam & Darc/Tifa/Terra
When: After Izaya's arrival post.
Where: Planet's Core.
What: Fighting, being rescued, spouting bits of ridiculous crypticness at people's faces in person... whatever's good.
Type: Log
Notes/Warnings: This will end in tears or violence. But no real warnings for now.
( not that there was anyone to tell she was going )
When: After Izaya's arrival post.
Where: Planet's Core.
What: Fighting, being rescued, spouting bits of ridiculous crypticness at people's faces in person... whatever's good.
Type: Log
Notes/Warnings: This will end in tears or violence. But no real warnings for now.
( not that there was anyone to tell she was going )
After waking up to Kain's face looming over her, River doesn't seem particularly perturbed to have found another monstrous demon. After all, this one has more than one colour, and the echoes whispering to her as she stares for a moment are her own entirely. This doesn't prevent her from shifting slightly the grip on her rather nasty-looking khopesh--an inelegant weapon for such a small slip of a girl. She doesn't speak in reply (the part of her mind where all the words live is locked away, locked and hidden and not yet willing to surface, reserved for herself), simply looks with somewhat glassy eyes and a barely expectant pout of her lips.
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"What are you doing there?" Could she even understand him? "It's dangerous there so..." 'So come here to the monstrous looking guy with scales and horns who is definitely not trying to eat you despite appearances?' Yeah, right. The girl might be slightly off in her behaviour but she have to be totally crazy to trust him right now. Why did his body have to look like this...
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River, put the gun down. It isn't for you.
"...I like the wind." Despite the pulled face and contrary tone, she shifted one foot down onto more solid ground, away from the edge of the column. Almost accusatory, she added with a slightly hollow tone, "You should know that."
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With a sigh of satisfaction, River allowed herself to fall back toward the centre of the column again. The drag of the tip of her blade along the ground as she moved gave her something to focus on, a place to be wholly present in before the tendrils of her mind could ensnare her too badly. Her attention brought back to reality (questionably, her addled mind chided gently), she gave the man-beast a look of actual proper consideration, as if for the first time realizing that he was unusual in some way.
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He freezes momentarily as she sees something akin to recognition in her features - until then she'd merely looked at him (or rather, past him because her eyes didn't seem to focus) as if he were normal. He wonders if this is the moment when she panics and drops to the center of the huge crater. "Look, I know it's hard to believe but..." Speaking to her had seemed to help before "I'm not trying to hurt you." If anything, he's glad he's alone because he hated when others glimpsed his humane side.
As he highly doubts he'll ever convince the girl to leave the place - much as he hated to admit, Kharg was so much better at speaking to people - he just approaches her slowly as one might do to a wounded animal (the only reference he'd ever really had) and stands at her side, but still at some distance. You could really feel the breeze in this high place.
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His words got a slight arch of her brow. The solider in her, although white-knuckled on her khopesh, was restive; from the mild surprise on her face, it was almost safe to say that the thought might not have consciously occurred to her to be afraid.
Then again, monsters like this hadn't scared her for years.
Almost out of nowhere a look of triumph flashed across her features. There was no teasing or confusion in her voice--a simple direct statement of fact. "...you're wearing a skirt."
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"Are you sure?" River asked dubiously. She tilted slightly in the middle, one foot lifting off the ground slightly for balance as she tilted her entire body rather than just her head to look at the fabric from a better angle. The caligae he was wearing would seem to indicate it, but the slight pout of her lips remained incredulous. Besides, this is a more fun game to play than 'yell at River because she wants to play on the edge of a precipice.'
"It's got a tassel," she pointed out helpfully, as though the young man-beast might not be aware of the components of his own wrapped armour.
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"Whatever. Just throw yourself down there if you want to die" This was what he got for being nice to people. Figures.
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The girl turned as though the movement were natural, although to the untrained eye the process of extracting herself from her half-bent position might have appeared an uncomfortably contortion of limbs. Her body had long since found its own internal balance; it was light and delicate, moving often as though there was no really effort to the strange shapes it sometimes made. Rocking back onto both feet easily, she offered the young man a look not quite of contrition so much as thoughtful understanding.
"It's difficult to overestimate the impact muscular position in the face has on the profitable formation of mutual benefit among one's peers."
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Because really, when you looked at her, she wasn't much of anything. Her body and limbs were skinny, her eyes large and wide when emotion filled them, her hair a tangled curtain like a faint attempt to shield herself from the world around her. Just a human girl who might be taken by a sudden breeze over the edge of the cliff.
"...this is how I talk." She couldn't explain herself. She didn't have the same connection with the words that Simon did. They were scary words, words that brought her back, not to the age of 14 but right into the middle of--
The fragility left her face again in favour of the return of the blank slate.
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"So I see. Do you want to explore this place together? We'll cover more ground that way" And that was it, his final offer. This way he could keep an eye on her in case she proved to be...useful, yes and wouldn't have to think about a frail body at the bottom of the gorge. Besides, from the rare glimpses of her personality he was willing to bed she was tired of being treated as a child, no matter the state of her mind. Heh, humans always pampered each other too much.
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Contact was grounding, keeping her eyes completely in focus even as she dropped her hand away again. Nuts and bolts in place, she glanced at the appearance of sky above them. "It's big," she murmured, before pointing toward the air above them. "It would be easier from up."
Nuts and bolts mostly in place.
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"I'm Darc." He glances at her questioningly "What do they call you?" He liked to think the girl wasn't so bad off she didn't know her own name - though right now he was expecting anything
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