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victory_road2018-08-13 01:11 am
brokencode) wrote in victory_road2018-08-13 01:11 am
Where Angels Tread Once More (001)
01- Action
[The more things change, the more they stay the same. Angel wakes, knowing that it's been ages since her last arrival. She can tell by the way the sun shines through the trees outside of a window that isn't her own. It's summer, if she had to guess -- the last she'd seen, it'd been spring.
She smiles politely and nods along with "Mom's" antics. She shoulders the bag, maintains her composure for the length of time it takes to make it to a distant treeline, and then quickly tears through it until she finds the small sphere she's looking for.
Mari bursts forth in a ray of red light. She looks around, clearly confused at the change of scenery. It takes her a good second or so to turn around and notice Angel. Her pleased bleat chimes out perfectly in sync with Angel's own delighted yelp. The young woman gathers the pokemon in her arms, burying her face in the soft wool and hoping that the addition of a few tears won't end up shocking them both.
It takes a good few minutes, but eventually she's back on her feet. She approaches the start of the trail, sucking in a deep breath. She'd almost forgotten how it tasted.]
Well, Mari? [She glances down at the pokemon, then off into the woods.] Here we go again.
02- Video -- closed to fuelthefire
[She doesn't make it far into the woods, though. Once she's far enough out of the earshot of both the town and other travelers, Angel pulls out her PokeGear and settles down once more. There are a number of people Angel needs to reach out to, but no one ranks higher than her best friend. She holds her breath as she thumbs through the network, searching and searching until --
Until she finds Krieg. It took long enough to make her worry, make her heart ache all the more for the psycho she'd left behind. She felt bad enough, disappearing on him, and while she'd managed to earn a chance to say goodbye, she would have much rather stayed with him.
It worries her, the time she'd spent away. Krieg had progressed in leaps and bounds over the course of the year and a half they'd spent together. She would have liked to have hoped he'd kept progressing, that he'd stuck with the friends they'd made together and that he'd stayed strong without her.
But as she pulls up his contact information and begins a call, she can't help but worry what might wait on the other line. She does her best to put on a brave face, but her smile wobbles and her brows are tightly knit together. Off-screen, her fingers toy with her dress, at least until Mari notices and nudges them with a gentle bleat.
If nothing else, it reminds her that she can stroke the mareep's head while she waits. At least she isn't facing this alone.]
03 - Video
[When the call to Krieg has gone out, and after Angel has finally managed to dry her eyes, she turns the camera on herself once more. This time, her smile is a little stronger -- she knows Krieg is okay, and it'll only be a matter of time until they're reunited.
Still, it's hard to shake the nervousness. She worries about who she'll see, certainly, but it's who she won't see that troubles her more. Were Jean and Armin still travelling the pokemon world? Was Cissnei still off exploring the islands? Her stomach twists nervously at the very thought of any of them being gone.
And then there was the one person she hoped was gone. Handsome Jack, her father, the man who'd tried so desperately to endear himself to her over the course of her last visit.
She shakes her head and focuses her attention on the pokegear. Her forces her smile to stretch just a little wider, trying to ignore the sick, twisting feeling in her stomach that Jack always seemed to elicit.]
Good morning, everyone. I suppose the fact that you are seeing this video in your feeds says everything that I am planning to but... I can't help it.
It's... been quite awhile. Four months, if I remember my dates correctly. But it would seem that I'm back and that there are no shenanigans beyond that which brings us here occurring. It... seems safe to say that I am here to stay, at least for the time being.
I... hope everyone has been well. And I look forward to hearing from all of you -- not just those I knew before. It is... nice to be somewhere I belong again.
[She trails off, content to leave it at that. Realization hits her only seconds later, however, and she quickly finds herself stammering out one last sentiment.]
Oh, and -- ah. It's Angel. For those that might have, ah, forgotten. Or. That never had the chance to meet me in the first place.
[The more things change, the more they stay the same. Angel wakes, knowing that it's been ages since her last arrival. She can tell by the way the sun shines through the trees outside of a window that isn't her own. It's summer, if she had to guess -- the last she'd seen, it'd been spring.
She smiles politely and nods along with "Mom's" antics. She shoulders the bag, maintains her composure for the length of time it takes to make it to a distant treeline, and then quickly tears through it until she finds the small sphere she's looking for.
Mari bursts forth in a ray of red light. She looks around, clearly confused at the change of scenery. It takes her a good second or so to turn around and notice Angel. Her pleased bleat chimes out perfectly in sync with Angel's own delighted yelp. The young woman gathers the pokemon in her arms, burying her face in the soft wool and hoping that the addition of a few tears won't end up shocking them both.
It takes a good few minutes, but eventually she's back on her feet. She approaches the start of the trail, sucking in a deep breath. She'd almost forgotten how it tasted.]
Well, Mari? [She glances down at the pokemon, then off into the woods.] Here we go again.
02- Video -- closed to fuelthefire
[She doesn't make it far into the woods, though. Once she's far enough out of the earshot of both the town and other travelers, Angel pulls out her PokeGear and settles down once more. There are a number of people Angel needs to reach out to, but no one ranks higher than her best friend. She holds her breath as she thumbs through the network, searching and searching until --
Until she finds Krieg. It took long enough to make her worry, make her heart ache all the more for the psycho she'd left behind. She felt bad enough, disappearing on him, and while she'd managed to earn a chance to say goodbye, she would have much rather stayed with him.
It worries her, the time she'd spent away. Krieg had progressed in leaps and bounds over the course of the year and a half they'd spent together. She would have liked to have hoped he'd kept progressing, that he'd stuck with the friends they'd made together and that he'd stayed strong without her.
But as she pulls up his contact information and begins a call, she can't help but worry what might wait on the other line. She does her best to put on a brave face, but her smile wobbles and her brows are tightly knit together. Off-screen, her fingers toy with her dress, at least until Mari notices and nudges them with a gentle bleat.
If nothing else, it reminds her that she can stroke the mareep's head while she waits. At least she isn't facing this alone.]
03 - Video
[When the call to Krieg has gone out, and after Angel has finally managed to dry her eyes, she turns the camera on herself once more. This time, her smile is a little stronger -- she knows Krieg is okay, and it'll only be a matter of time until they're reunited.
Still, it's hard to shake the nervousness. She worries about who she'll see, certainly, but it's who she won't see that troubles her more. Were Jean and Armin still travelling the pokemon world? Was Cissnei still off exploring the islands? Her stomach twists nervously at the very thought of any of them being gone.
And then there was the one person she hoped was gone. Handsome Jack, her father, the man who'd tried so desperately to endear himself to her over the course of her last visit.
She shakes her head and focuses her attention on the pokegear. Her forces her smile to stretch just a little wider, trying to ignore the sick, twisting feeling in her stomach that Jack always seemed to elicit.]
Good morning, everyone. I suppose the fact that you are seeing this video in your feeds says everything that I am planning to but... I can't help it.
It's... been quite awhile. Four months, if I remember my dates correctly. But it would seem that I'm back and that there are no shenanigans beyond that which brings us here occurring. It... seems safe to say that I am here to stay, at least for the time being.
I... hope everyone has been well. And I look forward to hearing from all of you -- not just those I knew before. It is... nice to be somewhere I belong again.
[She trails off, content to leave it at that. Realization hits her only seconds later, however, and she quickly finds herself stammering out one last sentiment.]
Oh, and -- ah. It's Angel. For those that might have, ah, forgotten. Or. That never had the chance to meet me in the first place.
[Action]
[So, Angel, you are being approached by one (1) large, burly man, bearing the tell-tale signs of a new arrival. Namely the facial expression of someone desperately trying to be less hopelessly lost than they are, a shiny new backpack slung over one shoulder, and a young Lillipup snoring soundly in the crook of one massive arm.]
So- um, potentially weird question here- I mean, potentially REALLY weird, I'm not sure what the exact baseline for weirdness around here is-
[He pauses for a second, deciding how to unpack the everything of this situation.]
...Extremely nice but very much crazy lady calling herself "mom" and handing out camping supplies and pets, was that just me or is that like a regular thing here somehow. Also, how likely is it that this trail mix she gave me is poisoned. Like, scale of one to ten where one is no poison, ten is me dropping dead instantly.
no subject
It takes approximately six words for Angel to feel guilty for her snap judgement. The man in front of her seems perfectly amicable, and it quickly becomes clear that he's out of place and in need of assistance.
Whatever lingered of her earlier doubt fades, replaced by an amused smile as the man continues speaking. She nods along with his words, waiting patiently for him to finish.]
It's... only a weird question given the weird nature of this place. [She allows herself a small laugh, already easing into the conversation.]
It is... quite regular actually. So regular that it has happened to me three times now. After that many times, I think I can reasonably assume that no, the trail mix isn't poison. So. One? [She pauses, humming thoughtfully.] Unless, I suppose, you are allergic to nuts. That might pose an issue.
no subject
[His brow furrows a bit as he turns over this information, but almost immediately returns to the most pertinent information.]
And- no, not allergic to peanuts. I'm pretty sure, anyway? I feel like that would've come up before now, if I was.
no subject
Under normal circumstances, she could perhaps empathize with her new found companion's plight. Jumbled up and emotional as she is, however, she can't quite comprehend where it is that Magnus is coming from.]
Worrying? [A brow slides upward.] Why is that, do you suppose?
no subject
[The puppy is a pretty nice consolation, but he's also sort of wondering if he should maybe check for surgery scars or something.]
There many circumstances you can think of where it wouldn't be?
no subject
I suppose if you didn't have anywhere else to be, it would be nice to wake up somewhere. [She shrugs, as if that might somehow take away from the weight of her statement.] You may also find that this world is far more pleasant than the ones that others like you or I have come from.
no subject
[Magnus done hit on a bad thing.]
Oh, I dunno though, I've seen some pre-etty cool worlds before, like -seriously?- there was this one plane where everything was like, made of literal Jello? Like the people and everything, that was freakin' wild.
no subject
Sounds dangerous. Though I suppose if everyone had a taste for jello, they wouldn't worry about someone else's taste. [Another laugh bubbles out from her lips. Perhaps it was a bad sign that she'd laugh so easily at the concept of cannibalism but... what can you do, when a planet like Pandora is all you know.]
You know... I don't believe we properly introduced ourselves. My name is Angel. [She holds out a tattooed hand out between them.] And yourself?