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Post by Scara Roshinto on Feb 8, 2011 21:11:55 GMT -5
Scara couldn't figure out how to get out of Cocoon. She met Serah, who was an awesome person to meet, but she was still scared of Cocoon. It was rare for someone to have as much kindness as Serah had for a complete stranger, and a Pulsian. So here she was, somewhat hiding from the authorities. Though, she wasn't really hiding from them, more like, trying to not catch their eye.
However, she hadn't been aware that her wardrobe would cause such suspicion among the PSIcom around these parts. Scara had been asked several times about her choice of fashion, and each time they made Scara more and more nervous. However, they figured she was a kid that was not used to talking to fully armored, armed men, and let her slide.
For the 5th time now, a PSIcom solider marched up to Scara. Scara looked up him, looking like a deer in headlights. "I haven't seen the likes of you around here. Nor have I seen those clothes. Where are you from?" Scara swallowed. "I-I'm from Bodhum, sir..." She said. He laughed, patted Scara on the head and mentioned about her being a cute kid, and walked away. Scara had to recover from the shock as she slipped into a random alleyway, sighing quite loudly.
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Post by bourne on Feb 12, 2011 18:04:55 GMT -5
POST BY RIKKU THAT'S WHAT I CALL ENTERTAINMENT ♥
I'M TRYING TO FIND A WAY! PUNCH YOUR LIGHTS OUT - HIT THE PAVEMENT!
Rikku had again found herself in a precarious situation, a seemingly constant feat for one of her characteristics. She most certainly was not scarce for causing trouble, in actuality; trouble often had a tendency to derive from her mischievous pranks. In this instance however, she was abundantly confident her actions did not equate to what lay before her sapphire swirled pupils. Her jaw was left partially hung as she was overcome with disbelief.
She had long desired to cast a gaze upon the Machina metropolis a particular blonde boy happened to mentioned with ever such frequency, but nary thought the city existed, at least not in the capacity depicted in his imagination. Momentarily, she pondered the possibility of having somehow awoke in Bevelle given the structural similarities. Her presumption radically differed whilst she traversed the landscape, the heels of her leather boots shuffling against the pavement. The architecture bore considerable advances in technology that insinuated her Pop had been concealing an enormous amount of state of the art material, and used it to construct a city or she was no longer in Spira.
A half-hearted chuckle passed by her lips as she amused herself with the lunacy of former, although if such had been correct. How in the world did she manage to fall out of Spira? That seemed equally as improbable. You cannot simply poof from your own world. Well, theoretically speaking of course, given that aforementioned blonde did so, and Auron. Wait, hadn’t he supposedly ventured between alternating worlds on a whim? Perhaps, she had managed a similar exploit devoid of realization.
Rikku contemplated this possibility for the time being; moderately pleased she accomplished something Auron had. A mental note was hastily made to brag to him at some point, if she stumbled upon the Farplane. Regardless, where she had “poofed to” as her mind so eloquently articulated, was unimaginable. Though hesitate she was to make eye contact, she could not keep them for drifting off to the various marvels, each more captivating than the one preceding. The youthful spark of childish excitement began to fester, in spite of her best efforts to maintain a level of composure until she was assured wherever she was, was safe. Upon that degree of thought, she had noticed people were affording her perplexing looks, ones of either apprehension or disdain. Normally, she would disregard these with a shrug of her shoulders; merely a display of jealousy. In this case, however she felt definitively wanting for confidence. Her hair along, with its excessive waves and braids marked substantial contrast to whomever she passed by; her attire was an wholly diverse monster.
Her aimless wandering would reach an abrupt halt when she heard muffled footsteps beating against the ground in unison; the echo they were emitting growing in velocity with each passing second. If the numerous confrontations with Yevon had taught her anything, nothing good amounted from such a sound. Admittedly, she perceived herself being unusually caution however; under the present circumstances caution was warranted. Her paranoia was proved accurate when she heard a lone individual shout, “On the ground, now!” Fortunately, his draw arm could use improvement, leaving Rikku with a window of opportunity, one she would happily take, to dart through one of the alleyways.
Her fortune’s favor would dissipate with relatively haste, as the individual would pursue immediately. “It’s running! Through the alleyways!” she overheard him shout. Quicken on her heels, the lithe blonde made haste to dash through the widening corridors of the mysterious city. Her heart rattling against her chest in swift succession as she narrowly sidestepped civilians, attempting to mingle herself into the crowd. Her promiscuous attire evidently impeded the ability to blend in for a suitable duration. Abandoning the futility of this practice, she pivoted on her heel and ran through another alley, this one in particular only dimly laminated, leaning against the wall, panting heavily from exhaustion.
“Great, I just have to go poofy in some suckific city,” she whined with her customary nonsensical gibberish. “Whadda am I gonna do?” she further lamented, contemplating over her circumstances. She had nary a clue to the sudden hostilities demonstrated by neither whoever those people were, nor any believable reason she was even here. Moreover, it was not as though she could con her way through an interrogation. She may have a penchant for skewering the truth but any inquiry in regards to where she was from would dispel her charade and the thought of the ramifications caused her to quiver. For the moment, all she did was slither down to her backside, obscured from view as much as possible until she could think of something.
! ! ! !
all this violence makes a statement
you're cute when you - S C R E A M !
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Post by Scara Roshinto on Feb 13, 2011 2:34:06 GMT -5
Scara jumped. She...wasn't very good at noticing people. Suddenly, this basically half naked woman showed up in the alleyway she was semi-hiding in. She talked like a 12-year-old child, but she looked older than her - and dressed more indecently at her. "Um...hello...?" Scara asked, making sure the other person wasn't startled.
Scara heard running as Scara blinked, peeking a little as she ducked back in the alleyway as guards ran by. "Dammit, we lost it!" One of them growled. "There's the one we just passed..." Scara suddenly grew nervous and started to sweat. "Nah...nothing down there but a frightened-looking child. I just talked to her. She probably wandered from her mother or something."
Scara blinked as the noise of the crowd took over the guards, as if they vanished. Scara looked at the girl with concern. She...probably had some idea that she was the person they were chasing...and the frightened child was herself. Er, at least she somehow made the guards think the 'it' didn't go down this alleyway...having possibly saved this woman.
"Um...I guess they thought you were suspicious-looking too?" Scara asked.
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Post by bourne on Feb 17, 2011 3:13:42 GMT -5
POST BY RIKKU THAT'S WHAT I CALL ENTERTAINMENT ♥
I'M TRYING TO FIND A WAY! PUNCH YOUR LIGHTS OUT - HIT THE PAVEMENT!
Instinctively, Rikku jerked her head in the direction of the hesitate voice, her left hand sliding passed her hip, fingers curled upon the halt of a dagger. She could not be certain whom the individual one, her view partially obscured, and her concentration already muddled messed. Since having awoken she had either been subjected to suspicious glances from weary townspeople; something she could not comprehend logic towards, and worse, been the target of armed guardsmen who had little intention of making her unintentional visit any more pleasure. Therefore, if this person sought her capture, she would put up a brawl of ample proportion. Her appearance may insinuate a want for physicality however Rikku was not slouch and could easily defend herself should the need arise.
Fortunately, her attention was momentarily averted when the hustle of footsteps drummed against the pavement. The lithe blonde further tensed, wondering if they would discovery her location. She had collapsed in a darkened section of the alleyway after her exhaustion, hopeful the guard patrol was inept or simply reckless in their search. Much to her delight, their scrutiny left much to be desired, and a smirk gradually brushed across her lips. Although her confidence had seemingly resurrected, idly wandering eyes would discern a feint. The her, which gripped tight her dagger was quivering as had her other, given the distinct indication her actions were born of desperation not confidence.
“Hey wait. Child?!” she abruptly spoke, her voice miffed, slightly higher than the norm, her having initially misinterpreted the remark of the guard and evidently not been keen on the perceived perception. Punching herself from the ground and to her feet, her sapphire eyes finally caught a glimpse of just who had attempted to converse with her and better still, was the reason she could afford to relax.
“Oh, uh… hehe, I guess I kinda owe ya” the blonde sheepishly responded, washed over with mild embarrassment over reacting hostile to a child. “I dunno, do I look suspicious?” the young woman inquired, oddly enough twisting around to observe her own body. “So uh, you lost or something? Why are ya hidin’ in an alleyway?”
! ! ! !
all this violence makes a statement
you're cute when you - S C R E A M !
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Post by Scara Roshinto on Feb 17, 2011 3:32:23 GMT -5
Scara wasn't too keen on lighting, or aware of it, but Scara was startled when the girl reacted in the way she did. She could see the woman quite clearly. However, when she reacted about the child, Scara tilted her head. "Oh...they were talking about me." Scara said softly. The girl...changed so dramatically. This reminded her of someone...
Scara blushed slightly. "I-I didn't really do anything..." She started to say, but Rikku was like a bullet train and continued. "Well...I'm not from around here. I think something's going on here because...I uh, don't dress like the people here. That's why they were probably pursuing you too."
It...didn't make sense. Were they on high security? "Perhaps something happened here and they're suspicious of non-locals?" That certainly made sense. If some tourists did something to this place, then they had a logical reason to question. "They're...intimidated so I went into this alleyway to recover from the shock, basically."
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Post by bourne on Feb 20, 2011 7:57:11 GMT -5
POST BY RIKKU THAT'S WHAT I CALL ENTERTAINMENT ♥
I'M TRYING TO FIND A WAY! PUNCH YOUR LIGHTS OUT - HIT THE PAVEMENT!
“What?! That’s stupid! Who makes fashion laws?” Rikku injected somewhat haphazardly, her tone having noticeably risen whilst she protested. She had never heard such a ridiculous rule and took some sort of offense. Who were they to regulate what it was you could wear? This city may have been a technical utopia from the exterior model but Rikku had already derived much disdain in what had amounted to only moments. There were few instances which would arouse immediate rile her to such an extent but this happened to have been one.
If one thing was assured, the girl did not want for energy, and her overreaction was a primarily demonstration of that. Restrictions were nary one to settle well with Rikku. Frankly, it had been one of the reasons she joined the Gullwings; the sense of freedom to live life by her own volition. Of course, her abrasive habits were protruding on rational comprehension. She hadn’t even considered possible alternates, although given the circumstances it seemed the most logical conclusion.
“I guess…” Rikku conceded, eventually calming down yet still visually disgruntled. What the girl said was indeed a plausible theory, certainly more so than what her early outburst had insinuated. Fortunately, although hyperactive, the blonde was not the most threatening even when annoyed. She had a strange tendency to emulate a more child-esque anger and rarely was intimidating.
“Hey, if you’re not from around here, how did you get here?” she inquired, wondering if perhaps this girl would be able to shed some light on what had exactly happened to her.
! ! ! !
all this violence makes a statement
you're cute when you - S C R E A M !
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Post by Scara Roshinto on Feb 20, 2011 16:24:27 GMT -5
Scara blinked as Rikku let out something close to a tantrum, though without physically rolling on the floor and going out and breaking things. Scara felt it was a rather...crazy thing to regulate as well. Though, if something suspicious happened and it was a foreigner, their actions made a lot more sense. Or, they were an anarchy, ruled by a puritan dictator.
Rikku was even more childish, in tone, than Scara first realized. It made her seem younger than she probably was. Scara knew the girl was older, but the way she spoke and even the way she made herself look made her look like she was 12. However, Scara wouldn't tell that to her face. She figured she wasn't the first to talk about it, and wasn't the first to ask her about it and probably got punched in the face for it.
Then Rikku asked about her. Why did it sucked so much to be from Gran Pulse? Why was she even here still, in Cocoon? This place was so large. "I travelled a lot. I was at Besaid, my starting point, for awhile but now I'm just travelling the world. I heard some places are suffering from the distortion of the worlds so I'm going around trying to find them."
This was true, but Scara left out that she was searching for her home. Why? Rikku may not be from this place, but she could still be Cocoonian. However, Scara had high doubts because she finally glanced into the woman's eyes and saw them. She was not a Cocoonian nor a Pulsian. What...was she? It didn't matter though for Scara knew she was human.
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Post by bourne on Feb 26, 2011 13:19:20 GMT -5
POST BY RIKKU THAT'S WHAT I CALL ENTERTAINMENT ♥
I'M TRYING TO FIND A WAY! PUNCH YOUR LIGHTS OUT - HIT THE PAVEMENT!
The mention of Besaid arose an almost instantaneous squeal of delight from the hyperactive blonde. While it had not prepared probable the girl originated from the isle, it at least verified there was trace of Spira in existence, no matter how minimal or insignificant she had always perceived Besaid to. With any fortune, she would come across her beloved cousin or someone of familiarity, in lieu of being trapped in a city with an apparent dress code. “That’s where I’m from!” she shouted, instantly stifling herself for fear of attracting attention. “Well from Spira anyway. I dunno if my home is even around anymore.”
Even as rational thoughts prevailed, Rikku still derived disdain from the prospect of being forced to adhere to such restriction, although she speculated whether she could escape devoid of some disguise. The alternative would be to remain here and evidently, that did not meet their standards. Before she could articulate a response, or more accurately, overly eccentric excitement upon this child mentioning Besaid; her attention was mildly captivated by the latter portion of her statement. “Distort-wha?” she inquired, utterly clueless by the surrounding events swirling into place. Maybe this girl knew something, more than she was letting on that would explain just what had caused her to awaken in this perplexing machina city. Was machine even the correct assessment of the architect? It was substantially more sophisticated than anything Spira had.
“Oooh, my head hurts” she eventually whined, emitting a defeatist’s tone. Analysis was not one of her strong points; in fact, she detested the prospect of having to conclude a variety of plausible scenarios. It was horrendously confusing at worst and monotonous at best. Leaning back, she rested up against the wall, slating her head back. “So whadda we gonna do?” she voiced aloud, not certain how to get out of this predicament.
((Once again, my apologies for the delay. Between being sick and later busy this... was not my week, xD.))
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all this violence makes a statement
you're cute when you - S C R E A M !
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Post by Scara Roshinto on Feb 26, 2011 18:58:02 GMT -5
Scara blinked when she found out Rikku was from Besaid. She smiled. "It's a beautiful and quiet place." She said. Scara decided to take a chance, for once, first checking if anyone was around. Since she was from Besaid, she was not Cocoonian. "I'm from Gran Pulse. However, here isn't the safest place to say it. There are two worlds, Cocoon, which is here, and gran Pulse. Say you're a Pulsian and...it's good enough to get shot."
It'd also would explain why Scara checked before she told her this information. "Why? People of Cocoon are afraid of Gran Pulse...yet they have never seen it before. They are afraid of the unknown." But enough about that, she had to figure out away to blend in more. Scara nodded. "Yeah. Distorted. Because all the worlds have collided with each other. Some...plainly don't exist."
She hoped Spira was in tact somewhat. "Some places are suffering from things such as strange mists that bring out monsters, polluted water, and the like. It's...a saddening sight." Scara shook her head. She had to not show Rikku sadness. She was too...peppy to be brought down. "Maybe a change of clothes?"
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