[ and thus begins olivia's journey into becoming a helicopter mom... she is still delicately toeing the line between what is or isn't acceptable, though she expects there will be a lot of stumbling involved. she's incompetent enough with most things (or so she will assert), but the fact that there isn't really any.. sort of precedence for this makes it that much more complicated.
technically, she is lucina's mother.... but she also... kind of isn't? they're only a few years apart, after all; who would appreciate someone that close to your age trying to mother you... and yet the idea of not doing so fills olivia with too much guilt, and so she flounders. ]
Lucina? [ and so this video will be coming sometime in the evening, just after the sun has set. ] Hello, I'm sorry to bother you... I was just wondering if you'd eaten yet?
[ In Lucina's eyes, her mother can do No Wrong. She's a hero, just as much as her father is. Brave and capable and loving — Lucina knows that she's incredibly lucky to be able to serve in Alastair with her.
So when the video comes, while she's surprised, it's pleasantly so. Lucina's face brightens, the hallway's wall serving as her background. ] Mother—!
I ... [ Oh, uh, then right after, she's looking off to the side. ] Not yet, I had planned to shortly. Have you had something to eat?
[Tracking her down after they part ways isn't hard at all. The crew's not a subtle presence in town, and there are only so many blue-haired human(??) girls hanging around Perdition's Rest. The next time Lucina ducks her way out into public, she finds herself confronted with yet another shady asshole in a long line of shady assholes passing in and out of the town proper.
If a familiar sort of shady asshole. "Gerome," sans-smokescreen and sans-mask, this time. So maybe it'll take her a few seconds to connect the dots and recognize him again. But hopefully not many, because he doesn't wait for a hello before he tosses her a smallish package, wrapped in nondescript brown paper. Catch.]
[ It does take her a few more seconds than it should, stopped on her way to continue training ( or something equally mundane, likely ) by a figure she's never quite met before, or — ]
Oh, Jason. [ Right. Her expression lights up in understanding the moment she remembers, and instead of confusion there's a warmer expression — not quite a smile, but something close — written on her face. ] How are you?
[ Pleasantries, then curiosity; catching it isn't the hard part, trying to guess what's inside is. She feels the weight of the package, turning it around in her hand once before carefully tearing the brown paper.
It takes her a moment before she sees what's inside, and her eyebrows immediately furrow. ] ... Er— [ ... ] thank you? [ ???????????????? ]
[At some point before the ball, there's a small box left outside Lucina's door. It's small, with tissue paper inside, and pulling away the tissue paper reveals a hair comb, its stones in varying shades of blue. There's a note too, short and penned in neat script.
You should wear your hair up more. You'd look lovely. —Riza
It has a sister somewhere out in the world, though if Lucina cares to look she'll find it's not too far away....]
[ Lucina opens the box and studies the hair comb, expression morphing into a smile. It's so ... detailed, and beautiful, she's never really had anything like it —
Riza would've seen it on her hair, used to keep her pony tail up. Before the party starts, though — ]
[ in the morning, lucina will find a small package waiting for her just outside her quarters. inside, she'll find a white, knitted pouch, holding an assortment of individually-wrapped cookies, both of which were clearly handmade. beneath the pouch is the familiar alastair symbol in its traditional purple.
along with the package comes a simple card that reads:
[There's no such thing as "Christmas" where Aang comes from, but he finds he rather likes the concept of getting gifts for his friends as a token of appreciation. Unfortunately, there's a shortage of ready gifts in Oska proper - the librarians chide him quite soundly when he tries to sneak out of the library with a few extra books underhand - and so he's forced to use his noodle, brainstorming until he comes up with the perfect gift.
Of course, all handmade gifts take time, and so it's several days after the ball that Lucina finally receives her gift, taped lopsided to her door. There's no signature on it, but the figures depicted should make it abundantly clear who the gift is from.
Congrats, you are now the proud owner of one (1) slightly stale noodle portrait of yourself and Aang. Happy holidays!!!!!!]
[ Congratulations, Aang!!! You got Lucina to laugh, eyes bright as she carefully untapes the drawing from the door — it's now hanging up inside her room. She'll be framing it at some point.
Moments after she receives the gift: ] Thank you for the lovely portrait, Aang.
( Lucina will find a box at her door and inside she'll find two handcarved whistles, one that makes a sharp, bright noise, and one that makes no sound at all if she were to blow them. there's also a note that reads,
we won't forget what you did for us. if you ever need aide, we will remember what sort of person you are. )
Put in a request for some sweets from home, thought you might like some of these. The thing in the tissues is mochi, and it's frozen on the inside, so you'll want to go ahead and eat that first. Everything else will probably last forever though. (And he...nearly starts to write an apology of some sort for that whole. Mistletoe debacle a few days ago. But.....no, it's just too awkward to bring up still. Let's just. Leave that...she probably understands, anyway. So, instead:) Hope you've had a lot of time to relax lately. -Shizuo]
[ Lucina's never really seen sweets this colorful — she's not sure how to start eating it, let alone if she should... Though she takes Shizuo's warning and at least finishes the mochi right away ( it's delicious ).
Then: ] Thank you for the sweets — the mochi was delicious. [ The mistletoe debacle can probably never be mentioned again and they'd both... live happier... so Lucina leaves it be. ] I hope you've been able to relax, as well.
[ Having to blend in with modern-day nonsense when you're from pre-Dark Ages is probably a bit of a learning curve. Without the Grail's intervention, it might've been all but impossible for him, and ALASTAIR doesn't... quite match up in that regard, unless you're counting impromptu slang lessons and such and such.
I hope you don't mind me contacting you separately, but I believe Arima and I can be of assistance once we've concluded our own investigations.
We recently found evidence that suggests someone might be aiding and tracking the infected, so we're looking into that lead to see what else there might be. Needless to say, between your findings and ours, it looks like the sewers have been quite busy.
[Things had been a little (a little) hectic while the cure had been distributed. Recovery (and cleanup, and cure-duty) still takes days upon days after its release. By the time Jason's back on his feet enough to be sociable—]
Nice shot, deadeye.
[He's back on his feet enough for inappropriate humor about certain gunshot wounds. You're welcome.]
[ Believe it or not, she considers messaging Jason multiple times. It's been a while since she's been healed enough to at least walk, which means there's been enough time to contact him. But every time she's faced with his name on the directory, there's a sense of crippling guilt ( she could have almost killed him— ). So for the first time in what seems to be a very, very long time, she ... puts her problem away instead of facing it head on.
At least, until, she gets a message from the person she as been ( definitely not ) avoiding. It takes an hour or two before she actually gathers the courage to respond ( Lucina won't admit how badly this mission has shaken her. She won't ). ]
... I'm sorry. [ Because there isn't much else to say aside from that. ]
[ Lucina will find a present mysteriously left on her pillow, probably courtesy of one of the hotel cats: a carefully-wrapped box in ornate blue paper, with a silver ribbon. The inside is precariously lined with deep red velour, cushioning an ornate, golden headpiece that's adorned with delicately-wrought butterflies.
Accompanying the gift is a brief note, in Aqua's handwriting: ]
Lucina,
Wishing you the happiest birthday with all my heart.
Sincerely yours, Aqua
(( I'LL PAY FOR IT WITH AC COINS THIS MONTH I SWEAR, also handwaves an entire birthday bash later in the day #yoloooooooo ))
[ This just in Aqua's probably the best not!twin she's ever had in her entire life. Both the note and the headpiece are resting on a shelf in her room for now, ready to be moved to Oska ( it looks delicate — probably best worn on a special occasion ).
Later in the day ( probably after the birthday celebrations ... ), Aqua gets a short message in her inbox. ]
[ She's had to rush a little to be able to get something worthwhile for Lucina. The box she sends is of a floral design, with a flower shaped bow on top. Inside, Lucina will find a pair of extremely amazing socks and a ring. Someone had too much fun at the cat themed shop on Terra Felis...
[ Sonia you're too good to her... The card sits in on the shelf beside Aqua's gift, but she's definitely wearing the socks and ring the next time they see each other ( ftr, those socks are the best things ever, the stars are stunning ).
But for now, Lucina's quick to send a message. ] Thank you, Sonia. I am truly lucky to call you a friend.
[ no lovely presents from lance will be left anywhere near where lucina resides, 1) because he doesn't exactly know where the heck that is and 2) because he met her at the FABULOUS AWESOME probably embarrassing PARTY ANYWAY. so he handed it to her.
but i'm putting it here for idk inventory purposes, you're welcome.
it's a nerf gun. why? because swords suck, here's a fun game to learn you some marksmanship, also HAVE A CHILDHOOD, MAYBE.
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[ It's not embarrassing if she enjoys it just as much!!!!! No it's still probably embarrassing, but it's. Fine.
Also swords don't suck at all, have fun getting foam bullets shot at the back of your head, Lance ( not actually though, she's v thankful and wouldn't shoot him ). ]
[After the catastrophic end to Audentes' heist, Jin's thoughts jump right to his smaller team who'd been on that operation with him. His cell's got a member of the team he's never really met before in it, so where the hell are they? Thank the gods that his jewelcomm had gone overlooked by the guards-- at least he can check in on them this way...]
Lucina? You there?
What the hell happened back there? Apart from us getting arrested.
Jin. [ A familiar name in a very, very unfamiliar place. Lucina's glad to hear from him, more than anything else, because that's definitely one more person that made it out alive— ]
I'm not certain. I remember a white light, then...
[ Surprisingly, it's Jason's message that has her wonder if she did the right thing ( also, since when did he care about her having breakfast??? ). ] Did you? [ In theory she would have tried for a witty response, but her mind is elsewhere. Enough that she cuts through all the chit chat that could have happened, opting for a simple— ]
[ The answer comes a few hours later, after things have settled, and Lucina's had some time to patch up. ] Scott.
... I suppose we should be thankful we're alive, if nothing else. [ Answer: She's been better. ] I am... unharmed now, for the most part. How are you faring?
I have — it seems we have another undercover mission upon us. [ Which is good, because she needs another mission to take her mind off of everything, but at the same time. . . you know, undercover missions. ]
[They've taken the ship, against all odds. The monsters are rounded up. The prisoners taken. (The resisting taken care of.) The excitement's winding down enough to get back around to...literally anything else.
Not that he couldn't track her down, but—]
Got to say, I expected more fireworks.
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[ "Not that he couldn't track her down, but" inbox threads are easier, tbh.
Now that everything's done and accounted for, there's no need for them to be undercover. Which means when the message pops up, she's going to do what any sensible ( worried ) person would do.
Call immediately. When ( if ) he picks up— ]
Jason! [ Relief evident in her voice, his commentary completely ignored. ] You're —
[By time Scott happens upon Lucina, he's already got his bag packed. He recalls her somber disposition after her mother and cousin left. Hell, sometimes he misses Owain. His weirdness was ... refreshing. Or maybe it was just that he was just as earnest as Scott. It's always nice to meet someone like that.
His bag hangs over his shoulder as he raises a hand in greeting to Lucina, and then motions his head to encourage her to come over. He has a feeling that a lot of people are saying their goodbyes today. Then again, it might not be the people on Audentes. He wouldn't be surprised if they planned on sticking around. They all seemed to care about each other a lot. He'd miss them, too, even with his own struggles at connecting to them.
When she reaches him, he has a smile ready.]
Hey. I'm not sure what you're planning on doing, but I'm headed out.
[ There are only a few that Lucina won't miss, and that's not because of bad blood. Just a lack of time, of conversation. But that still leaves her with plenty of people she wants to wish well — something she takes her time with, because it's important. Because she'll miss them dearly, regardless of the amount of words they've exchanged.
So, after a nod in greeting ( and understanding ), she smiles in return: well-practiced, almost regal. It's not her job to try and stop someone from leaving, nor is it her responsibility to question why. ] I presume there is much to do, back in your world.
[ She extends out a hand, for him to take. ] I plan to stay for ... some time longer. [ The foreseeable future. However long that ends up being. ] But regardless — it's been a pleasure, Scott.
[ she is not much for dancing, but with a sword in hand she does. a water dancer must be quick and nimble, the movements smooth and sudden. the sword in her hand looks like a child’s toy, a skinny blade made perfect for a nine-year-old’s hand. the shape of it in her palm is as known to her as home.
she practices at the far shore of the lake where there is less of a chance she will be disturbed. without the need to shave — it draws more attention here and it’s not like the beds are infested with lice — her brown hair has grown past her ears. it makes her factions less severe, her features almost pretty. she nearly took it off again just to go back to being ugly. no one looks at ugly little girls.
but those thoughts are far away. her mind is clear as she goes through her routine. she steps as lightly as any dancer, turning, once turning a cartwheel with one hand. she slays invisible enemies menacing those near her.
nearby, nymeria lies on her belly, her great head raised in the air. though she watches the girl, her ears are pricked up, sensitive to any sound from their surroundings. if her eyes or ears were to fail her, her nose does not. nymeria first takes notice of the new arrival. a growl rumbles low in her throat in warning.
zokla whirls, left fingers gripping her sword. her wary expression shifts into annoyance when she recognizes the woman. ]
It’s you. [ this is zo, looking down on lucina despite being shorter. ]
[ There's an uncertain air around all of Oska — for all of their successes, the words of the redhead still carry weight. The organization divided, goodbyes to be said. Logistics to work out, eventually, she imagines; it isn't in her nature to turn a blind eye to the world(s, many of them), and its needs.
But that's for another time, from the looks of it. The exhaustion begins to catch up to her, and she finds herself wandering away from the main celebration. Her room is too confined, the village too far — a good middle ground ends up being the lake's shores, where the sounds from the party can just barely be heard.
Except she's not alone — maybe it was foolish for her to assume she would be, given the number of people in Oska. But what could have started as a surprised greeting ends up being ... the last thing from that. ] Oh.
[ She stares, clearly out of her element for a moment, between the growling wolf and the girl that looks less than happy to see her ( understandably so, given how their last meeting went. But still— ) ] I wasn't— [ Here for her?? She just wanted some time on her own??? Except there's something to be said here about trying again, maybe, to ... make a better impression. Find a common ground. Something.
But first, to answer a question. ] I hadn't expected anyone else here. [ Except that's not all she answers with — quickly continuing before she can interject: ] Were you practicing?
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video | username: olivia -- i'm back >:'(
technically, she is lucina's mother.... but she also... kind of isn't? they're only a few years apart, after all; who would appreciate someone that close to your age trying to mother you... and yet the idea of not doing so fills olivia with too much guilt, and so she flounders. ]
Lucina? [ and so this video will be coming sometime in the evening, just after the sun has set. ] Hello, I'm sorry to bother you... I was just wondering if you'd eaten yet?
wb!!!
So when the video comes, while she's surprised, it's pleasantly so. Lucina's face brightens, the hallway's wall serving as her background. ] Mother—!
I ... [ Oh, uh, then right after, she's looking off to the side. ] Not yet, I had planned to shortly. Have you had something to eat?
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action; I'm just going to start and hope the mods actually clear the bounty, yolo
If a familiar sort of shady asshole. "Gerome," sans-smokescreen and sans-mask, this time. So maybe it'll take her a few seconds to connect the dots and recognize him again. But hopefully not many, because he doesn't wait for a hello before he tosses her a smallish package, wrapped in nondescript brown paper. Catch.]
I think this is yours.
[He's a fair guy, after all.]
yolos forever
Oh, Jason. [ Right. Her expression lights up in understanding the moment she remembers, and instead of confusion there's a warmer expression — not quite a smile, but something close — written on her face. ] How are you?
[ Pleasantries, then curiosity; catching it isn't the hard part, trying to guess what's inside is. She feels the weight of the package, turning it around in her hand once before carefully tearing the brown paper.
It takes her a moment before she sees what's inside, and her eyebrows immediately furrow. ] ... Er— [ ... ] thank you? [ ???????????????? ]
thanks for not forcing me to retcon, modchans
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delivery!!
You should wear your hair up more. You'd look lovely. —Riza
It has a sister somewhere out in the world, though if Lucina cares to look she'll find it's not too far away....]
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Riza would've seen it on her hair, used to keep her pony tail up. Before the party starts, though — ]
Thank you, Riza. It's beautiful.
12/25 | package
along with the package comes a simple card that reads:
To: Lucina
From: Haise and your mother, Olivia
Happy Holidays! ]
delivery
Of course, all handmade gifts take time, and so it's several days after the ball that Lucina finally receives her gift, taped lopsided to her door. There's no signature on it, but the figures depicted should make it abundantly clear who the gift is from.
Congrats, you are now the proud owner of one (1) slightly stale noodle portrait of yourself and Aang. Happy holidays!!!!!!]
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Moments after she receives the gift: ] Thank you for the lovely portrait, Aang.
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we won't forget what you did for us.
if you ever need aide, we will remember
what sort of person you are. )
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Thank you for your gift, Graham. It's lovely.
I hope you've been well.
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delivered 12/25
Put in a request for some sweets from home, thought you might like some of these.
The thing in the tissues is mochi, and it's frozen on the inside, so you'll want to go ahead and eat that first. Everything else will probably last forever though.
(And he...nearly starts to write an apology of some sort for that whole. Mistletoe debacle a few days ago. But.....no, it's just too awkward to bring up still. Let's just. Leave that...she probably understands, anyway. So, instead:)
Hope you've had a lot of time to relax lately. -Shizuo]
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Then: ] Thank you for the sweets — the mochi was delicious. [ The mistletoe debacle can probably never be mentioned again and they'd both... live happier... so Lucina leaves it be. ] I hope you've been able to relax, as well.
audio | un:lancer
So. ]
Hey, got a proposition for ya.
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[ Even if there's absolutely no danger to be had at the moment ( aside from the mistletoe ) and everything's peaceful. It's a greeting. ]
A proposition?
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text; un: I CAN B UR DADDY
Hey.
Did you make it home okay?
weh
I did, thank you for asking. Yourself?
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voice; woodhurst week ???, yolo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
[Less a favor than it is a word of caution but, all the same.]
#yolo
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this might have to get retconned depending on how lucina and lancer's thread goes, yolo
omg ok moves on
ty valbo, my hero as always
i spent three minutes staring blankly at the screen, i think it's bedtime
night valbo
good night fetus-chan :')
lovingly drop kicks
i did nothing to deserve this treatment
wow
8)
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audio. un: schbrodingers cat
Hey, Luce. You, uh... You busy right now?
[ isn't everyone these days. The easiness in his tone a bit forced: ]
How's it going over there? Holding up?
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Fun. ] Sigma— [ The relief in her voice is obvious; it's another friend that's safe. ]
I'm alright. Not particularly busy — this ... isn't very different from home now, I suppose. How have you been? Is everything alright?
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text | un: Sasaki
We recently found evidence that suggests someone might be aiding and tracking the infected, so we're looking into that lead to see what else there might be. Needless to say, between your findings and ours, it looks like the sewers have been quite busy.
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I don't mind at all; but was there a particular reason why? It seems this information can benefit everyone searching in the sewers at the moment.
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after the cure, I'll tag the log when I'm not dead I promise.
Nice shot, deadeye.
[He's back on his feet enough for inappropriate humor about certain gunshot wounds. You're welcome.]
it's fine yolo
At least, until, she gets a message from the person she as been ( definitely not ) avoiding. It takes an hour or two before she actually gathers the courage to respond ( Lucina won't admit how badly this mission has shaken her. She won't ). ]
... I'm sorry. [ Because there isn't much else to say aside from that. ]
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Accompanying the gift is a brief note, in Aqua's handwriting: ]
Lucina,
Wishing you the happiest birthday with all my heart.
Sincerely yours,
Aqua
(( I'LL PAY FOR IT WITH AC COINS THIS MONTH I SWEAR, also handwaves an entire birthday bash later in the day #yoloooooooo ))
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Later in the day ( probably after the birthday celebrations ... ), Aqua gets a short message in her inbox. ]
I don't think I can thank you enough for today.
20th April | Delivery
The card inside is actually handmade with a butterfly on the front, inside there is a poem written out by Sonia: ]
The past you cannot forget or undo,
The future is all we can look forward to.
I wish I could have been there by your side...
For all the times you've wept and cried.
Know from my heart, what I say is true...
That I hurt for the pain you have been through.
Never alone shall you be,
Someday, freedom you will see
May your hopes and dreams come true,
No matter where you are, I'll always be here for you.
Happy Birthday, Lucina.
May you have a joyous day, and I wish for only happiness in your future.
Love,
Sonia.
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But for now, Lucina's quick to send a message. ] Thank you, Sonia. I am truly lucky to call you a friend.
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4/20 - blaze it up
but i'm putting it here for idk inventory purposes, you're welcome.
it's a nerf gun. why? because swords suck, here's a fun game to learn you some marksmanship, also HAVE A CHILDHOOD, MAYBE.
idk how he got a nerf gun okay nts buy nerf gun in the next ac round to pay for this i guess ]
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Also swords don't suck at all, have fun getting foam bullets shot at the back of your head, Lance ( not actually though, she's v thankful and wouldn't shoot him ). ]
text; post-lockup
Lucina? You there?
What the hell happened back there? Apart from us getting arrested.
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I'm not certain. I remember a white light, then...
Are you harmed anywhere?
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Missed you a breakfast today. I saved you a seat and everything.
[ Is this nosiness or poorly worded concern, (or both,) the world may never know.]
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A Zymandis agent wished to speak to me.
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How are you holding up?
[He wishes he could check on her personally, but ... a lot of people are in trouble right now.]
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... I suppose we should be thankful we're alive, if nothing else. [ Answer: She's been better. ] I am... unharmed now, for the most part. How are you faring?
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audio; @G.SLQHV (before dossier release)
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I'm not — what is the news?
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text, look I didn't forget.
Seen the news?
[Looks like they're shipping out.]
congrats
What are your thoughts on it?
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after the hijacking wraps up.
Not that he couldn't track her down, but—]
Got to say, I expected more fireworks.
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Now that everything's done and accounted for, there's no need for them to be undercover. Which means when the message pops up, she's going to do what any sensible ( worried ) person would do.
Call immediately. When ( if ) he picks up— ]
Jason! [ Relief evident in her voice, his commentary completely ignored. ] You're —
Do you remember everything?
unbelievable
whoops
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Lucina? It's Riza. I'm in Oska.
weh
Riza. [ As if she could forget. There's a lot of questions she could ask, like since when and how, but— ]
It's great to hear from you. [ . . . ] I trust that you've been well?
idek how interteam communications works, wings it
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His bag hangs over his shoulder as he raises a hand in greeting to Lucina, and then motions his head to encourage her to come over. He has a feeling that a lot of people are saying their goodbyes today. Then again, it might not be the people on Audentes. He wouldn't be surprised if they planned on sticking around. They all seemed to care about each other a lot. He'd miss them, too, even with his own struggles at connecting to them.
When she reaches him, he has a smile ready.]
Hey. I'm not sure what you're planning on doing, but I'm headed out.
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So, after a nod in greeting ( and understanding ), she smiles in return: well-practiced, almost regal. It's not her job to try and stop someone from leaving, nor is it her responsibility to question why. ] I presume there is much to do, back in your world.
[ She extends out a hand, for him to take. ] I plan to stay for ... some time longer. [ The foreseeable future. However long that ends up being. ] But regardless — it's been a pleasure, Scott.
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she practices at the far shore of the lake where there is less of a chance she will be disturbed. without the need to shave — it draws more attention here and it’s not like the beds are infested with lice — her brown hair has grown past her ears. it makes her factions less severe, her features almost pretty. she nearly took it off again just to go back to being ugly. no one looks at ugly little girls.
but those thoughts are far away. her mind is clear as she goes through her routine. she steps as lightly as any dancer, turning, once turning a cartwheel with one hand. she slays invisible enemies menacing those near her.
nearby, nymeria lies on her belly, her great head raised in the air. though she watches the girl, her ears are pricked up, sensitive to any sound from their surroundings. if her eyes or ears were to fail her, her nose does not. nymeria first takes notice of the new arrival. a growl rumbles low in her throat in warning.
zokla whirls, left fingers gripping her sword. her wary expression shifts into annoyance when she recognizes the woman. ]
It’s you. [ this is zo, looking down on lucina despite being shorter. ]
What do you want?
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But that's for another time, from the looks of it. The exhaustion begins to catch up to her, and she finds herself wandering away from the main celebration. Her room is too confined, the village too far — a good middle ground ends up being the lake's shores, where the sounds from the party can just barely be heard.
Except she's not alone — maybe it was foolish for her to assume she would be, given the number of people in Oska. But what could have started as a surprised greeting ends up being ... the last thing from that. ] Oh.
[ She stares, clearly out of her element for a moment, between the growling wolf and the girl that looks less than happy to see her ( understandably so, given how their last meeting went. But still— ) ] I wasn't— [ Here for her?? She just wanted some time on her own??? Except there's something to be said here about trying again, maybe, to ... make a better impression. Find a common ground. Something.
But first, to answer a question. ] I hadn't expected anyone else here. [ Except that's not all she answers with — quickly continuing before she can interject: ] Were you practicing?
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