You don't believe in war.

[soul_mods]

Characters: OPEN to all those not participating in the fight.
Location: Casualty Communal
Rating: PG? Who knows what might go on.
Time: July 22nd - during the fight.
Description: Those who are unable to participate have all be gathered in the Communal. New an old--they await the end of the battle and hear the ongoings of their comrades.
Note: OPEN

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[wings_of_hope]

"QUA--"

The sudden crash of footsteps into her vicinity took the redhead by surprise, her hands just barely finding their way over her mouth before that magic word could fully escape.

Miraculously, Ahiru managed to catch herself before she actually fell down this time, though she stumbled forward a few feet in attempt to regain her footing. And luckily, the device hadn't managed to slip from her fingers, either.

Sighing in relief, she turned around to see who had made such a loud entrance (though she guessed it must have been someone involved with the battle, probably on their way out into the fray), and was surprised to find a familiar face. Or a familiar face creased with anxiousness, anyway.

She blinked, confused. And then her heart almost leapt into her throat. Did he find something out the battle? Did something go wrong? He definitely looked agitated by something. And she didn't want to think that he'd heard any bad news...

Dropping the hand holding the device to her side, she looked toward the dark-haired boy a little hesitantly. "F-Fakir? Is uh... something wrong?"

[would_be_knight]

And there she was. Was she just going out now, and he'd managed to catch her?

Stopping, he scarcely took the time to catch his breath before scowling and barking, "What are you doing?!"

[wings_of_hope]

She took a step back, clutching the PDA in front of her. Did he have to yell? "N-Nothing! I just needed to get out of my room for awhile!"

He didn't think she was going outside, did he...?

...Well, this was Fakir. He probably did jump to a conclusion like that. Her expression quickly changed to a rather petulant frown. "Maybe the noises aren't bothering you at all, but I couldn't just sit in there! So I thought I would come down here and walk around for a little bit."

[would_be_knight]

Get out of her room? So she was--

Oh.

Fakir crossed his arms, scowl not fading. "... You can hear it down here, too, moron."

He wasn't about to say anything about how the sounds from the battle were affecting him. Because they ... weren't.

[wings_of_hope]

"Well, yeah... but there's more..." She arched her free arm up and around in a sweeping gesture. "Space here. The rooms are kind of small."

And sitting around there had just been making her grow more restless by the second. But contrary to what Fakir might have thought, she hadn't been planning to run outside or anything. She really did just want to get a little more breathing room.

After a slight pause, she tilted her head to the side, blue eyes focused on him. "So... what brought you out, then?"

[would_be_knight]

"Space doesn't make a difference in how safe you are, in this situation." He was about to leave it at that, but then she had to go and start asking questions.

He averted his eyes, sighing through his nose. "Nothing important."

[wings_of_hope]

At that, her bottom lip jutted out. He wasn't seriously suggesting that she was being reckless just by walking around in the lobby, was he?

"I said I wasn't going out. And I'm not going to!"

And like usual, he avoided answering any of her questions. She could press him, but that wasn't likely to do anything. He'd probably just get more irritated.

[would_be_knight]

He quirked an eyebrow. He hadn't meant to imply that he thought the lobby was dangerous, just that he thought it was pointless to come down here. Especially when doing so worried him needlessly.

Not that he was about to say that last part.

"I didn't say you were."

[wings_of_hope]

"...Oh." The frown faded to slight embarrassment. "Well. Good. 'Cause I'm not."

A change of subject would be good about now. Not that Fakir was likely to be overly responsive to anything, but she'd kept up conversation well enough in the underground lake, right? And it was better than this sort of awkward silence.

Raising the hand with the device, she peered back at him curiously. "Have you figured anything else out about these? I can do a couple things, but they're still pretty confusing..."

[would_be_knight]

"Hn." He shoved his hands into his pockets, feigning nonchalance. "Good."

At her mention of the strange little devices they'd been given, Fakir withdrew one of his hands from his pocket, taking the PDA out. He hadn't figured out much about it since yesterday--those instructions were full of unfamiliar nonsensical words, and so were unhelpful.

"... Not really. I was reading what was written about this 'meisters and weapons' business."

[wings_of_hope]

"Ah!" She took a few bouncing steps toward him, looking suddenly eager and interested. "Did you find anything else out about them?"

Glancing around briefly, she gave a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. "I was kind of hoping I'd run into one of those people I was told to talk to about the miser and weapon things, but they're probably..."

She trailed off there, not really wanting to go back to dwelling on the battle that was taking place outdoors at that very moment.

[would_be_knight]

He frowned. It was still strange, and hard to wrap his head around.

"The ones who are weapons have to learn how to ... transform into weapons. And there's something called 'resonation' that partners have to be able to do. The soul ... 'wavelengths' have to connect, somehow."

[wings_of_hope]

"Transform...?"

Well, actually, she knew plenty about that. She was used to it. Transforming back into a duck, transforming into Princess Tutu... one or the other seemed to happen on a pretty regular basis back in Kinkan. But... she didn't actually know if she was even a weapon or the other thing.

The other terms made her brows crease, a puzzled expression on her features. "Reso...wha? Wavelengths? ...Um..." She chuckled a bit awkwardly. "I don't really get it... did they explain?"

[would_be_knight]

He furrowed his brow, trying to remember how the girl who had written the explanations had put it. "Wavelengths are ... the 'energy' of your soul, based on who you are. Something like inner strength, or power, it seems. And fighting with a partner is supposed to combine that strength into something more--I think that's more or less what Resonation is supposed to be."

He frowned and glared down at the PDA he had acquired the information through. It only barely made more sense than all the instructions regarding the silly little machine. But he'd have to learn to understand it, if the only way to get out of this place really was to end the war.

[wings_of_hope]

"I... see?"

It was clear from the girl's rather vacant expression that she wasn't really getting it. But she was trying to understand! Really, she was!

As complicated as it sounded, Ahiru was aware that she needed to know how it all worked if she wanted a chance at not failing at whatever it was they needed to do or become. And she really didn't want to be a problem or a disappointment due to her lack of comprehension.

"So it's... a power inside of you? Did they say how you're supposed to um... find it?"

She certainly didn't feel any type of 'energy' inside of her that was any different from normal. Was she supposed to feel something?

[would_be_knight]

Well, obviously she didn't see. Not any more than he did, anyway.

"Hn. Not really. Transformation is supposed to be learned just by concentrating and practicing until it comes naturally, so it could be the same with this 'wavelength' nonsense."

He didn't really see how he was supposed to learn to do anything like that. He was used to fighting being something entirely physical--swinging a sword or throwing a punch. He fought with all his concentration and determination, but was that the same thing? And what if he turned out to be one of these "weapons?" The idea of putting himself in someone else's hands and letting them do the fighting didn't sit well with him.