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[Open] and I can tell just what you want
Who: Hakuno and (your name here)
When: 6/25-7/15
Where: Lasker
What: Hakuno salvages what she can, offers consolation, and reflects.
Rating: Probably PG, will modify as necessary
one (a): up a tree without a...
[Hakuno puts her hands on her hips, staring up at the train car she tracked down, upside down and in the buckling grip of several thick trees, bowed low from the weight. There are all sorts of detritus in the surrounding area, mostly broken metal and shattered glass. The car itself is blown open on one side, probably from a bomb. Hakuno can only hope it was empty, and if it wasn't, that the blast made the end come quick. After a moment of taking stock, she heaves a small sigh and glances over her shoulder.]
Well, we can either start tidying things up down here, or you could give me a boost up, I figure.
[Hakuno isn't very large--Gilgamesh's frequent declamations of her scrawniness aren't entirely unfounded--and she's wearing shorts under her skirt, so she thinks it might be the simplest solution.]
What do you think?
one (b): survivors
Hold on!
[Hakuno is heaving at a door--now on top of another car that was tipped over down a hill--with all her might and a makeshift-crowbar, forcing it open little by little. It brings out a wave of fresh, just blossoming decay, and the renewed wails of what sound like a mother and her children. The rough-hewn metal grates against her palms and twists against her skin, rubbing it raw all too soon, but Hakuno seems content to push through the pain. The stubborn, apparently calm expression on her face doesn't waver, even when her hands are obviously sore and perhaps a few more shoves away from bleeding.
She can heal that much herself, she knows, but she also knows the terrible, suffocating feeling of being trapped in a box, cut off from anyone and anything.
She's not prepared to let somebody else stew in that kind of hell, even for a second longer than they have to.]
two: gather 'round
[Hakuno doesn't know a lot of fairy tales, really. Most of the ones she can remember clearly are Andersen's, and while they are beautiful despite the Caster's sharp tongue, they are also tragic and poignant. Hakuno has more or less taken charge of a group of newly-minted orphans, some weeping, some angry, some empty-eyed, and knows that those types of stories would be a terrible fit for the situation. Luckily, there's one more that is burned into her mind.
After her match with Alice, she had gone back to the Library and read the whole book, cover to cover. She couldn't forget the words if she tried.]
“I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,” said Alice a little timidly; “but it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”
[She keeps her voice soft, even, but her eyes seem a bit wet even if her expression is as calm as it ever is. The little girl next to her starts crying, and those dark, wet eyes close briefly before Hakuno gently gathers her up into a hug.]
...why don't we take a break from the story and go see what we've got to eat, hm?
three: how the other half lives
[Hakuno is wandering around, an even more absent-minded than usual expression in place.She glances at shops, at grieving families and tearfully relieved families, and sooner or later she ends up on a bench near a fountain, with her chin in her hands and her elbows on her knees, staring into the splashing water.
Or perhaps, staring through it.]
Really... did I send her out into a world like this?
[She heaves out a soft sigh, slowly ruffling her hand through her hair.]
I wonder... if that 'original' of mine would have been happier to continue sleeping after all.
When: 6/25-7/15
Where: Lasker
What: Hakuno salvages what she can, offers consolation, and reflects.
Rating: Probably PG, will modify as necessary
one (a): up a tree without a...
[Hakuno puts her hands on her hips, staring up at the train car she tracked down, upside down and in the buckling grip of several thick trees, bowed low from the weight. There are all sorts of detritus in the surrounding area, mostly broken metal and shattered glass. The car itself is blown open on one side, probably from a bomb. Hakuno can only hope it was empty, and if it wasn't, that the blast made the end come quick. After a moment of taking stock, she heaves a small sigh and glances over her shoulder.]
Well, we can either start tidying things up down here, or you could give me a boost up, I figure.
[Hakuno isn't very large--Gilgamesh's frequent declamations of her scrawniness aren't entirely unfounded--and she's wearing shorts under her skirt, so she thinks it might be the simplest solution.]
What do you think?
one (b): survivors
Hold on!
[Hakuno is heaving at a door--now on top of another car that was tipped over down a hill--with all her might and a makeshift-crowbar, forcing it open little by little. It brings out a wave of fresh, just blossoming decay, and the renewed wails of what sound like a mother and her children. The rough-hewn metal grates against her palms and twists against her skin, rubbing it raw all too soon, but Hakuno seems content to push through the pain. The stubborn, apparently calm expression on her face doesn't waver, even when her hands are obviously sore and perhaps a few more shoves away from bleeding.
She can heal that much herself, she knows, but she also knows the terrible, suffocating feeling of being trapped in a box, cut off from anyone and anything.
She's not prepared to let somebody else stew in that kind of hell, even for a second longer than they have to.]
two: gather 'round
[Hakuno doesn't know a lot of fairy tales, really. Most of the ones she can remember clearly are Andersen's, and while they are beautiful despite the Caster's sharp tongue, they are also tragic and poignant. Hakuno has more or less taken charge of a group of newly-minted orphans, some weeping, some angry, some empty-eyed, and knows that those types of stories would be a terrible fit for the situation. Luckily, there's one more that is burned into her mind.
After her match with Alice, she had gone back to the Library and read the whole book, cover to cover. She couldn't forget the words if she tried.]
“I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,” said Alice a little timidly; “but it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”
[She keeps her voice soft, even, but her eyes seem a bit wet even if her expression is as calm as it ever is. The little girl next to her starts crying, and those dark, wet eyes close briefly before Hakuno gently gathers her up into a hug.]
...why don't we take a break from the story and go see what we've got to eat, hm?
three: how the other half lives
[Hakuno is wandering around, an even more absent-minded than usual expression in place.She glances at shops, at grieving families and tearfully relieved families, and sooner or later she ends up on a bench near a fountain, with her chin in her hands and her elbows on her knees, staring into the splashing water.
Or perhaps, staring through it.]
Really... did I send her out into a world like this?
[She heaves out a soft sigh, slowly ruffling her hand through her hair.]
I wonder... if that 'original' of mine would have been happier to continue sleeping after all.