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{COMPLETE} If you want me to, I'll be the One for you

Jun 01, 2008 15:22

WHO: Larsa {
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Ω holly summers, Ω natalia kimlasca-lanvaldear, place - housing district, ! side plot, Ω basch fon ronsenburg, Ω travis touchdown, Ω agrias oaks, Ω kobayakawa sena, larsa ferrinas solidor, Ω fran, penelo

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danceofrapture June 1 2008, 05:57:01 UTC

She had been been close to a window, admiring the lights of the city as she chatted with Agrias. She would later thank the gods that she had turned away to face the ballroom when the blast hit. She hadn't even heard the sound- only seen the light as it threw a flash of yellow across the ballrom, casting long shadows from the dancers. Then a strange weightless feeling- Penelo likened it to her first ride on an airship- as she was flung across the room with the remains of the window. She awoke in an awkward, broken curl with overturned tables and chairs. As she mechanically lifted herself, she felt strangely numb- as if half of her body weren't there ( ... )

solidor_heir June 1 2008, 06:09:41 UTC

He was bleeding and bruised, finery all torn by shrapnel and the rubble he had scrambled through.
Hold yourself together. People need you. You are the Crown Heir, what use will you be if you cannot aid people during a crisis?

And there she was. Amidst the throng, she was wandering with a disoriented, disembodied look on her face.
"PENELO!" Larsa shouted, pushing he way to her. "Penelo, oh Occuria, Penelo!" Without a thought, he threw his arms around her and pulled her close. He was crying into her hair as he held her tightly, crying tears of relief that she was safe. Wounds he could heal, yes. Restoring life after death, however, was beyond his ability.

Sinking to the ground, the boy cradled her safely in his arms.

danceofrapture June 1 2008, 06:28:32 UTC

Penelo sank down with Larsa, her brow leaning against his shoulder as someone would who was very tired. Something sticky and wet coated Larsa's fingers.

Her back. The dress was designed with an open back, and being near the window had filled her back with tiny glass shards, embedding them deep into her skin. And then there were the burns. Her sunshine hair had been burnt to a crisp, and the edges of her jaw were sliced. But as she sank down, the real damage was visible- her feet. Her dancer's feet- so carefully tended and trained, were completely coated with glass shards and burns. It was hard to imagine she had walked on them at all.

Feebly, she pulled her arms around him and clutched him close, too, protectively, sisterly. Her mind was not on her own injuries. She wanted only to protect this boy.

solidor_heir June 1 2008, 06:41:47 UTC

Oh Occuria... He looked at his fingers coated in her blood, surveying the damage the blast had inflicted on her. A moment to panic- just a moment, before all senses shut down ( ... )

northswainbraid June 1 2008, 06:47:49 UTC

Her feet carried her as fast as they could to where she last saw the two by the mansion, throwing her eyemask off to the side. Stomping sounds could be heard miles away, but all she heard was the roaring of the flames. She dove under some debris and found the two, hurt but determined to see this through.

"I am here!" Agrias shouted as she removed her cape and began tearing it up to use as makeshift bandages, wrapping what wound she could. "We need to get to the west - this entire side is aflame! Follow me closely until we get to safety!"

She drew her sword and pointed to an escape route, prepared to take on anyone who dared to keep her from completing her mission.

Her face never once changed from an expression of pure anger.