Pieces.
[[Today is calm and sunny, so if you're out enjoying the weather chances are you'll spot Cynthia, for once not accompanied by her everpresent Garchomp.
She's sitting near the edge of the CMA, leaning against a small rock, her legs folded beneath her. In her hands lie a few small pieces of what look like red gems, and she's rolling them in her fingers, a melancholy expression on her face. She looks up to the sky, wincing as the sun gets in her eyes.
The light is blinding. It's almost nostalgic, in a way.
Frowning, she looks back down to the rocks, pausing for a moment as if deep in thought, before she slowly gets to her feet, her hair moving softly in the breeze. She turns to the forest and allows herself a small moment in which her self-restraint is removed; leaning back, she hurls the small red fragments away from herself as hard as she can, the sunlight turning scarlet as it bounces off the surface of what was once the Red Chain.
Once that's down, she drops back to the ground quite quickly, as if her legs have suddenly lost their strength. With a sigh, she leans back against the rock, closing her eyes, enjoying the embrace of the sun, as if she hadn't felt it in a while.]]
[[OOC: Basically, Cynthia was the one who broke the Red Chain and saw Cyrus get omnomnom'd by Soi, and it..kind of caused her a bit of emotional and mental trauma. She's finally dragged herself out of her depressed isolation in order to try and interact with society once again, so feel free to approach her whether or not your character participated in the Galactic event; she could use some cheering up, since she's feeling pretty darn down at the moment! Or you could try the opposite, if you're feeling particularly brave today. Either way, have fun~
And if course, if comfort for what happened in the event is required, Cynthia has it in spades]]
She's sitting near the edge of the CMA, leaning against a small rock, her legs folded beneath her. In her hands lie a few small pieces of what look like red gems, and she's rolling them in her fingers, a melancholy expression on her face. She looks up to the sky, wincing as the sun gets in her eyes.
The light is blinding. It's almost nostalgic, in a way.
Frowning, she looks back down to the rocks, pausing for a moment as if deep in thought, before she slowly gets to her feet, her hair moving softly in the breeze. She turns to the forest and allows herself a small moment in which her self-restraint is removed; leaning back, she hurls the small red fragments away from herself as hard as she can, the sunlight turning scarlet as it bounces off the surface of what was once the Red Chain.
Once that's down, she drops back to the ground quite quickly, as if her legs have suddenly lost their strength. With a sigh, she leans back against the rock, closing her eyes, enjoying the embrace of the sun, as if she hadn't felt it in a while.]]
[[OOC: Basically, Cynthia was the one who broke the Red Chain and saw Cyrus get omnomnom'd by Soi, and it..kind of caused her a bit of emotional and mental trauma. She's finally dragged herself out of her depressed isolation in order to try and interact with society once again, so feel free to approach her whether or not your character participated in the Galactic event; she could use some cheering up, since she's feeling pretty darn down at the moment! Or you could try the opposite, if you're feeling particularly brave today. Either way, have fun~
And if course, if comfort for what happened in the event is required, Cynthia has it in spades]]