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After The Fall [Open]

Sep 03, 2010 03:17

Things just keep getting worse and worse...The bomb situation was over. They won. They're alive. In a sense - if the reports are true, then they've lost a number of people. And again, there was nothing Irma could do. She felt helpless at this point - no Guardians, no real powers, nothing. For once in her life, Irma started wishing that she was a ( Read more... )

sylia stingray, !status: open, lord zetta, edward elric, irma lair, chris ramirez

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fulltinyalchemy September 3 2010, 07:31:24 UTC

Ed was laying on a portion of the park, his hand reached up into the air. Somehow this comforted him, always reaching for the sun like some kind of braided Icarus. The sun metaphor was close to what he and Al went through.

Briefly he wondered if Al was alright, and he needed to send a message.

Looking over, he noticed Irma wandering around. Huh, she looked really down. "Hey," he called out as he sat up from his patch of grass.

magictrkswwater September 3 2010, 07:33:57 UTC

Irma heard Ed call out to her, causing her to stop and turned her lowered head over to him. She cracked a weary smile as she waved back.

"Hey to you, too..." she said, her voice matching her feelings.

fulltinyalchemy September 3 2010, 07:35:19 UTC

"C'mere, sit down a spell," said Ed, pulling his jacket off and tossing it onto the ground to allow for a soft spot to sit.

"You look like you need a friend right now," said Ed. Social he wasn't usually, but he knew that this was a unique situation.

magictrkswwater September 3 2010, 07:39:39 UTC

Irma let out a sigh and nodded, joining Ed and sitting down on the jacket. She pulled her legs up to her chest and rested her head on her knees.

"I kinda do, actually... it's... it's hard. Really hard. You're told you're supposed to save the world and you can't even save one measly person!"

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i_am_the_bafo September 3 2010, 13:41:12 UTC

Distractions, huh? Someone to talk to? Anyone, huh?

Because there, walking through the streets of the City, strode a green-haired, vacant-eyed girl. She wasn't the important part of this scene, though. Instead, mind what she carried: a massive tome, five feet by three at a rough guess. Said tome has a face. And a voice. Because it is laughing, over something or some occurrence.

Was Irma THAT desperate for distraction?

magictrkswwater September 3 2010, 15:35:55 UTC

Irma stopped, seeing the strange girl and the tome that was laughing.

A laughing book? And I've never seen THAT person before...! she thought, a little confused.

"Hey... hey! Hold up!" Irma called out.

(HTML can DIAF) i_am_the_bafo September 3 2010, 16:00:28 UTC

Zetta has plenty of practice hearing things over his own (patented blend of) evil laughter. Said laughter stopped, as the woman carrying the book turned it to face the one so addressing it.

Another adolescent girl? What's up with this? There's so many of 'em! Zetta was seriously beginning to wonder if this whole ship was nothing but a giant slumber-party. But hey, he was fresh off a victory. An Overlord could afford to be magnanimous. So the tome spoke a very grand and Overlordly response to that girl. "Yeah?"

Re: (HTML can DIAF) magictrkswwater September 3 2010, 16:14:05 UTC

Irma stopped as she saw the book talk.

"Wait... you just talked... I've seen weirder stuff before, why am I surprised at a talking book?" she said, before shaking her head. "Lemme guess - you're some sort of magical book and the girl was someone who was released awhile back, right?"

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silky_doll September 3 2010, 16:35:36 UTC

She was down in an isolated area of the city, in a complex of empty buildings where nobody ever went. You could only find her if you followed the sound of metal hitting stone, and there, inside the rubble, you could find Sylia, fully suited up in her hardsuit, and fully destroying the place.

She kicked and punched the walls, she broke loose stones into a thousand pebbles. Between every strike she yelled out in frustration, darkly wishing that there was someone standing in between her and the walls. Wishing he was still alive to stand there. Wishing she didn't feel so angry about a man who she really barely knew at all, and yet...

It felt good to wear her suit again. She'd probably pay for it later, but so be it. Sylia was starting to come to a decision about what to do in this god-forsaken place.

magictrkswwater September 3 2010, 16:38:13 UTC

Irma's roamings were cut off as she heard the sounds of screaming and the sight of destruction. Approaching the sight, she caught sight of Sylia in her hardsuit, wrecking the place.

Blinking, she took her chances and approached Sylia. "...I take it you're feeling the same as me right now... whoever you are..."

silky_doll September 3 2010, 16:57:07 UTC

It took a moment for Sylia to answer, as she was staring blankly at the hole she'd just punched clear through the wall.

"I suppose you could say that," she answered somewhat coldly.

After another few seconds, she slid her visor back so the girl could see her face, and her voice sounded much more gentle. "I'm sorry. I hate talking through this thing."

magictrkswwater September 4 2010, 04:21:38 UTC

Irma couldn't help but blink at the person on the other side. Wow, she's pretty... she thought.

"It's alright. Frankly, I don't care whom I'm talking to, just..." she said, letting out a sigh. "You ever have those days where you just feel so... helpless?"

She stopped as she said that.

"...y-you know what I mean, I just... you have all these powers, told to save the world and... you can't."

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hero_sting September 4 2010, 03:59:06 UTC

Like Irma, Chris was feeling more than a little helpless. He felt in his heart that maybe he should have gone against orders and tried to help. He could have done something. But no, he stayed like a good soldier. Chris sometimes wondered if that was all he was good for: taking orders. He gave a glance to a younger teen girl as he walked through the halls.

"Excuse me."