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revivalproject2022-06-19 07:50 pm
tsundullahan) wrote in revivalproject2022-06-19 07:50 pm
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Shadowplay
WHO: Celty and you
WHERE: Various locations
WHAT: What's adullahan girl gotta do to relax around here?
WHEN: Mid to end of June
WARNINGS: Headless women.
I. Soaking in the Sun
The beach isn't a place she's come out to very often, and the few times she has, it's been to slip into the hot springs deep in the nearby caves for a soak. Today is different.
Vacations aren't a thing she's particularly done, mostly because of her personal circumstances. It's one thing to become an urban legend, it's another to actually be seen as she is and not cause people to scream and overreact in panic, usually with blunt weapons or a vehicle.
She's done some thinking since being stuck surrounded by white walls that were on occasion slathered in peanut butter to spell inane things. There are stranger people than she, and if she can accept that, then perhaps they can accept her. That decision alone has lifted some strange weight she'd never realized had been on her shoulders. It's kind of like when she decided to follow Shinra's suggestion and give up her search, back home.
And now she's here. She can only imagine Shinra pouting at missing out at seeing her at the beach. The thought is cute, although it also brings the ache of homesickness. Sighing, Celty sets the shadowy kickstand on her motorcycle before turning to the sun-dappled shade of the space she's chosen, near the edge of the treeline down the purple-sanded shores. With a flick of her wrist she forms a chair entirely of blackness, shadows twisting and shaping there on the sand. In another swirl, her black bodysuit shifts and resituates itself around her as a modest one-piece swimsuit. Lastly she removes her helmet, setting it beside the chair as she settles into it with a sigh before forming a big black 'straw' hat to drape over where one's head would have been.
This...isn't so bad, she thinks.
II. Drop-offs & Deliveries
Maybe you see the black motorcycle around Temba's streets, weaving expertly along to avoid less smooth or uncleared roads, or taking a chance on some of the more uneven ones. Regardless, it's clear that the Black Rider's been learning her way around the city, getting to know its roads. There's no rumble of an engine that accompanies these outings, nothing save the crunch of gravel under wheels or the occasional screech. Sometimes the sound of- what one might swear- a ghostly whinny, but surely it's something of the imagination, the wind, perhaps.
Celty makes good on her offer from a couple months prior, willing to help carry loads for people if they need assistance transporting something, or just want a lift from one end of the city to the other. They can either contact her on the network or flag her down if they see her.
III. Something Else?
(Got any ideas in particular? Choose your own adventure!)
WHERE: Various locations
WHAT: What's a
WHEN: Mid to end of June
WARNINGS: Headless women.
I. Soaking in the Sun
The beach isn't a place she's come out to very often, and the few times she has, it's been to slip into the hot springs deep in the nearby caves for a soak. Today is different.
Vacations aren't a thing she's particularly done, mostly because of her personal circumstances. It's one thing to become an urban legend, it's another to actually be seen as she is and not cause people to scream and overreact in panic, usually with blunt weapons or a vehicle.
She's done some thinking since being stuck surrounded by white walls that were on occasion slathered in peanut butter to spell inane things. There are stranger people than she, and if she can accept that, then perhaps they can accept her. That decision alone has lifted some strange weight she'd never realized had been on her shoulders. It's kind of like when she decided to follow Shinra's suggestion and give up her search, back home.
And now she's here. She can only imagine Shinra pouting at missing out at seeing her at the beach. The thought is cute, although it also brings the ache of homesickness. Sighing, Celty sets the shadowy kickstand on her motorcycle before turning to the sun-dappled shade of the space she's chosen, near the edge of the treeline down the purple-sanded shores. With a flick of her wrist she forms a chair entirely of blackness, shadows twisting and shaping there on the sand. In another swirl, her black bodysuit shifts and resituates itself around her as a modest one-piece swimsuit. Lastly she removes her helmet, setting it beside the chair as she settles into it with a sigh before forming a big black 'straw' hat to drape over where one's head would have been.
This...isn't so bad, she thinks.
II. Drop-offs & Deliveries
Maybe you see the black motorcycle around Temba's streets, weaving expertly along to avoid less smooth or uncleared roads, or taking a chance on some of the more uneven ones. Regardless, it's clear that the Black Rider's been learning her way around the city, getting to know its roads. There's no rumble of an engine that accompanies these outings, nothing save the crunch of gravel under wheels or the occasional screech. Sometimes the sound of- what one might swear- a ghostly whinny, but surely it's something of the imagination, the wind, perhaps.
Celty makes good on her offer from a couple months prior, willing to help carry loads for people if they need assistance transporting something, or just want a lift from one end of the city to the other. They can either contact her on the network or flag her down if they see her.
III. Something Else?
(Got any ideas in particular? Choose your own adventure!)
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Being able to study Celty's abilities instead is a fine compromise, anyway. "Noted," he says briskly, all business. "Come up with a list of questions or points of interest related to your powers. I have my own, but I don't have time to deal with that right now."
Dustin's not intending to be rude, although the fact that he's essentially assigning Celty homework and then telling her he's got better priorities at the moment might come across that way. Rather, his tone is direct, matter-of-fact. This is just how things are.
"Meet me in a week at the high-rises in Temba's northwest corner. I'll have a fire lit on one of the roofs. Shouldn't be able to miss it. We can discuss more then."
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Shrugging, she gives him a nod then. She supposes she can try, granted other things don't come up. Opening up the map on her tablet, she consults it a moment as she commits the meeting place to memory.
Or as close to a standard week as they can figure here.
Celty slips the tablet away, moving closer to her motorcycle to grasp the handlebars. The kickstand holding the bike up simply morphs back into the rest of the vehicle as she begins to walk it along the sand back to firmer ground.
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