- Lelouch vi Britannia - Playing chess, or other strategy games - I would like to move towards leaving this place. I have unfinished business back home.
We've already established your name -- how about your answers?
[Aerith's enthusiasm is catching, and Tifa's spirits can't help but soar when she's around her. She had been excited for the race before, but now she's feeling an extra wave of competitive spirit. She won't have to hold back with Aerith as her partner.
Tifa follows her into the line, eyes scanning the pairs lined up before them. Her gaze redirects back to Aerith at the question.]
Over the shoulder would be easier for running. But probably more uncomfortable for you. Is that okay?
[Either way, she's confident in her ability to get them ahead of the others.]
[ If Cloud catches the moment Tifa falters, it doesn't show on his face. Something to file away for later, if he does. He folds his arms and looks at the sandcastle, frowning as if taking it in for a long, long moment. ]
Can't really say that I do. ...But I've never been one to turn down an unfamiliar job. Hope you don't mind someone lacking experience.
[ The facade drops a bit — as much as it ever does around her. He does see that there needs to be some bulwark for the waves, and sets the Buster Sword down longwise in the sand. There, that ought to at least give them some time to work. His eyes bright, even through the mako-green, as he turns back to her. ]
[She wasn't wrong about that; Zaunites weren't necessarily known to screw over their own when it came to trade dealings with one another and if they did they usually found themselves at the wrong end of someone's blade if they didn't keep their end of the bargain. Vander had instilled that unspoken rule throughout the Lanes during his tenure and made sure it was adhered to with an iron grip which was commendable. Ekko wasn't exactly expecting Jinx to agree to his terms but was pleasantly surprised, blinking wide a bit in mild disbelief before ushering forth a firm nod of his head in return.]
That's probably the most believable thing you've said in awhile. Save your spit...You got a deal then.
[Teasing her a bit as a flash of an amused grin graces the tip of his lips, cocky attitude shining through as per the norm. The unprovoked information garnered about this 'Council' causes the boy savior's brows to furrow puzzlingly, curiosity getting the best of him now given how much he'd been wondering about just who was to blame for bringing him here in the first place.]
'The Council'...What a coincidence. So they're the ones held responsible for everything that goes on around here?
[Vision narrowing as a look of pure determination washed over his features next. He had some questions for these punks who thought they could just pluck him from their home and bring him here to use as their play things. Ekko didn't have time for their foolish games when shit was hitting the fan between Zaun and Piltover.]
I'd sure like to meet them. Where exactly is this Council holed up, Jinx.
[ .. Well, this guy is clearly having a day over here, huh. Or a night, in this case, considering that's when the bonfires are out. Ange was just calmly sitting by one, trying to enjoy a little bit of peace and quiet..
Except said peace and quiet is immediately ruined by someone who, apparently, has managed to set their butt on fire. The girl looks so entirely unimpressed by the display as she watches Banjo hop around. ]
You walk into the water. [ She offers as a solution.
Except the girl is saying it so calmly and with such a dry, emotionless tone that it's hard to tell whether or not Banjo can even hear her above the sound of his own squawks.. ]
[At this point, he has gotten used to people flying around these parts. Heck, one of his best friends can teleport anywhere in a second, so he barely looks twice when he sees an older looking man float around the beach and guiding the boats safely to their destination. Well, uh, nice of the old dude? Even though he's definitely missing the point of a beach party by not relaxing at all.
Scott's still half-tempted to just leave him alone, because not his problem. What the geezer wants to do on his own time is really none of his business, as long as it doesn't piss him off. But ugh, fine, guess he'll just try, a little, and if that doesn't work, then he'll just go back to sipping his definitely not alcoholic drink.]
Come on old man, try resting for a bit.
[Scott calls out to Magneto when he's close enough within shouting distance.]
[ It's difficult to say whether he understands what she yips at him or not, what with his expression not really changing as he looks from the tablet on the ground back to her. At least if he doesn't understand her he's still speaking as if she's something/someone that can understand him, not simply ignoring her or--maybe even worse--resorting to baby talk. ]
[ Ah yes, a helpless, hurt little thing. How cruel of him not to see it sooner.
Whether he's also ignorant to why she's staring slack-jawed is hard to say. He doesn't seem to react to it positively or negatively, only reaching a hand out to offer her some help upright. He may know exactly what it's like to suddenly show up somewhere strange in your sleep, so... ]
How much did the little metal creature tell you? [ He'll shoot it a glance if it's still hovering around. ] We hadn't such a proactive introduction when I first arrived here.
[Baby talk would be expected but it is appreciated that he's not using it. Its still rather odd. She places a paw on the tablet and...shakes her head?]
[ There's a moment's consideration, and just as carefully he sets his grocery bag down to search through it. Eventually he brings out a sealed plastic container of fresh watermelon slices, (Very convenient, he thinks. Who has the time to cut their own watermelon? Not him.) presenting it just-so that she can see what it is. ]
[ Fire purifies, that's what they say. Aerith thinks to herself she could never be that kind of force in the world, burning down what exists to make room for what could be. Dancing happens all around her, in the rolling coil of a slithering, serpentine line dance, lead by someone she thinks she recognizes but whose name she can't place. They're laughing like the world's problems are burning away, reducing to ashes. Dancing is how the people around her are communicating: Couples twirling one another, gently swaying of hips. Children and adults alike kicking up sand with their bare feet, little grains sparkling like dairy dust before falling back onto the flats of the beach. A smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes spreads across Aerith's slips, slow but not insincere.
Her eyes fall on the fire. It, too, dances, reveling in the burning. The burning of what? Air? Wood? Life? She can't help but wonder. ]
Fancy meeting you here. [ She's no wallflower, but Cloud is. That much she knows— seeking him out is not a complex task. She thinks she would have liked to make him win a prize for her at the bazaar, or something else. Something that feels less like the end of a date. With a hum, she claps her hands together. ] The Cloud Strife, relaxing on the beach. What a sight! I almost feel bad no one else has noticed you.
[The deadpan voice over his shoulder causes Ekko to slowly turn on the heel of his boot, tilting his head curiously to look directly towards the girl leaning upon the nearby fence. A half amused smirk graces Ekko's features as he closes the gap between them a little bit so he doesn't need to yell before addressing the girl.]
Pretty sure they are mostly harmless at least this one seems to be anyways but I don't know about the rest.
[As if to accentuate his boosting the red Chocobo trots up beside him letting out a loud "KWEH" in proclamation as it flaps its small wings before nuzzling its head into the crook of his neck causing Ekko to chuckle out unabashedly.]
Here's hoping it's not just trying to lower my guard with its kindness right now.
[Reading him like a book the Chocobo tilts its long neck confusedly before it bumps the top of its head against his back causing him to take a few steps forward with an audible gasp, raising his hands in the air defensively with a wide grin.]
Kurama only gives him a long silent look at that accusation. He'd wagered food would be a draw for the fire apparition, it wasn't as if he was going to be interested in games or the people. The fox is far more curious than anything else and napping or remaining alone provides no answers. Until they figure out the currency here, it was entirely possible acquiring anything would mean resorting to other measures, at least for now, but that wasn't anything they weren't both familiar with.
It isn't until they've started walking that he bothers to respond to Hiei's earlier statement, "surely, you've learned by now that I never do anything for only one reason." Not actually admitting to anything but he hadn't been directly accused, either.
[Scott knows he's not in actual danger, so that little smirk on his face only grows from her 'threat.' Okay, good to know that she's one those more easygoing adults, especially since she has the power to back up anything she says. Geez, it's so annoying dealing with guys that just talk a bunch of shit and have the stuff to back it up. It's nice when it's coming from someone that doesn't piss him off.]
Not sure, ma'am. [He folds his arms behind the back of his head, but still in that relaxed manner.] Definitely not the cool teen that's been egging you on this entire time. Why would you?
[As fun as she is though, he still can't invite her to his club.]
So, you can fly and you have super strength. Are you a superhero back home? [Those are like the top two powers to have when being a superhero, right? At least the most common ones, so.]
Ange isn't even sure if it's embarrassing for SQ that she's throwing such a public fit, or that maybe it's just embarrassing for Ange and all other bystandards to have to witness something like this coming from someone who clearly seems like-- well, at least a teenager, if not a grown adult.
And though she knows she technically shouldn't indulge in this sort of thing, considering it might make these people think it's a good method for getting you what you want, she would love to not stand in line and have to listen to this whining at the same time.
So the girl sighs, stepping forward until she's near SQ, and then says with a voice that's mostly emotionless aside from perhaps a faint hint of exasperation: ]
[ it's hardly the first time luffy is witnessing fireworks, and yet every time they are just as spectacular — though perhaps his enjoyment of them is less, now, without his nakama here to enjoy them with.
perhaps that is why he finds his attention straying from the colourful bursts in the sky to their captive audience; he scans the crowd for familiar faces... and though he doesn't quite find one (after all, his conversation with vash never had a face attached, only text), he does notice the blond man standing shock-still, a ghost in the middle of the crowd, frozen in place.
a frown crosses his face.
and maybe he'd have moved on — it's none of his business, after all — if what follows never happened: vash, grinning a smile that could fool almost anyone, picking up a kid, laughter in his voice.
luffy feels his eye twitching. his hands tighten into fists. ]
Stop that, [ he says, and there's no mirth in his voice whatsoever. ] If you hate them, why're you pretending?
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