revivalproject | I ran away into the night

Who; Angeal and you (Yes, you)
What; Snow, gifts, angry incense (aka sparklers)
Where; Noth
When; January 10th through January 17th
Warnings; None, will change if needed

Snow - Snow was a somber reminder of Modeoheim even though he did like snow. Other Soldier members didn't like it so much but he did. The nice long military issue like jacket kept him nice and warm too, even if part of him thought it too hot. Angeal stood at six foot four, so it was a nice fit for him. But when the wind blew, it was nice to have as were the warmer gloves than what he arrived in. Lifting a hand, he saw the remains of a snow fight piled up and he smiled.

Getting down on his knees, he began to form something of a snowman. He'd found extra buttons in his jacket and used those for eyes and sticks were made into hands. And when he was done, he stepped back to admire his work.

"I don't think it looks that bad, but it might need a scarf?"

Gifts - Angeal was rather surprised and confused to see his Buster sword because he'd given it to Zack. But here it was in front of him, a gift from the Agrii he'd been told. Taking it up in his hand, he lifted it with one hand just as he used to do and almost haltingly set it to his back. The weight was comfortable and very familiar at the same time and it was like being reunited with an old friend which was basically what it was and came down to. Of course it made him think of the man who raised him, his mother and his friends.

Next, he almost smiled as he saw some tools to cook with because they'd definitely come in handy. Turning to the person next to him, Angeal shook his head. "I take it you got something good?"

Sparklers - Angeal was a former First class. But when he was given sparklers, he couldn't get any of his questions answered. So it was night time before he decided to ignite them. Wandering around the village, he kept searching out sources for ignition and couldn't seem to locate anything. Undeterred, Angeal figured he just might need to search later, he learned patience long ago with two showy hot headed competitive friends and a student.

Night time came, and he was still out of a source, until he came upon someone. "I don't suppose that you have anything to help me light these? I can share an extra one in trade."

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The man looking to light his sparkler is not someone Wesker has interacted with yet, but he is, of course, well aware of the sparklers they have all been treated to. He himself won't be using his in the intended way since they are a valuable gunpowder source. What little ammunition he has been able to craft has largely been a result of the sparklers that were available to them during the last New Tick celebrations.

He nods once at the request, retrieving a matte black zippo from his pocket. "An acceptable trade."

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It was not really Lark's thing to build such creations, but she has been watching the man in his work. And she looks pleased by his creation. When he mentions a scarf she smiles and takes the one from around her neck. Her hands brush over it once, twice, thrice, and then she offers it to him.

"I had to break up the warming spell from it. But it should serve. Good glownie wool."

Angeal nodded at the stranger who offered to assist here. Per the trade agreement, he handed over a sparkler while his blue mako eyes noted the lighter briefly. He didn't say anything regarding it although he wondered if the man had it from home or something.

"Appreciate the light."

Once the sparkler was lit, the former First class looked at it. "I've never been sure of their purpose."

Kind of like his own here in this place.

All he can go by was the brief stay in Modeoheim and how the kids were building the snow creatures. It wasn't bad and he'd had half a mind to turn it into a creature from home, but a generic snow..thing was what he'd done.

Hearing Lark, Angeal turned to look at her. And once he heard her words, in honour he couldn't take it from her so he gently shook his head.

"I'm sure it'll be fine without one, you need your scarf more than the snow does." Especially if there was a warming spell on it.

Even if asked Wesker wouldn't have given out that information, so it remains for Angeal to decide whether he brought the lighter with him, found or even stole it, built it himself or had it created by magic. All options are possible, though as an occasional smoker a lighter remains a mandatory item for Wesker to carry on his person. And as he has other uses for the sparkler, he doesn't light the one he is given and instead simply nods.

"I assume they are intended to bring joy." He replies "Unless you want to see them as a reminder that everything in existence is ultimately finite."

"I assure you I am quite warm," she promises him, with all the warmth and patience of a mother who knows what she is doing. A woman who has already made her decision.

Angeal mentally hemmed and hawed but the lady was insistent and so he reluctantly took the scarf.

With a nod he turned and wrapped it around the snowman's neck and looked at Lark.

"It's not going to melt it, is it?"

Angeal noted the other didn't light his sparkler, but he kept his eyes on it. "Joy is finite as well as our tenure here."

That fact he knew. While he didn't think anyone died here (although that was possible he supposed) the former First figured they'd just be sent home. This was place was odd, but he was going to attempt to treat it as some post Lifestream mission. He'd already helped Reeve, and despite being called a hero by the man which Angeal denied, it gave him a sense of normalcy.

"No. I have already broken the warming charm on it."

Because melting the snowman would be rude.

Their stay may be finite, but as far as Wesker is concerned not finite enough. He never considered being kidnapped by aliens a true possibility of having his time wasted and yet here he is. A problem like this should be much more straight-forward to solve.

"And we will all be better off once we are all back where we belong."

"Alright."

He stepped back and took a look at it. "Can we take pictures with these phones? I didn't bring my camera from back home."

"Agreed." Angeal replied with a nod at the sparkler. It was slowly coming to an end, and hopefully everyone's stay would be short as well although he'd heard otherwise. He had no idea what their captors could want with a deceased former First Class Soldier.

He'd heard other people want to stay although why that was, he couldn't say.

"Hopefully it will be soon although I wonder if we'll remember it."

"I believe we can," she says. "You would have to ask someone else though. I am very unfamiliar with them."

Even with Communications the technology here could be... overwhelming.

He nodded. "Not a problem. I've sat and tried to play with the thing, but it's just weird and I always seem to scramble the screen."

"I can do my best to try and teach you, but I am not the best. There are others who may be more useful."

Surely there must be. But Lark was quite patient.

Angeal shook his head. "You've been kind enough already, but thanks for the offer."

He wasn't here to trouble her or to make a pest of himself.

Well that is fair.

"I am certain you will adjust. It seems just about everyone can, especially as they spend time here. We learn much about each other and how to work together in that manner."

He nodded. "Teamwork is always good, especially in a place like this."

"Indeed," she agrees with a sage nod. "And I believe we shall manage this. All of this."

Well at least that much was familiar to him.

"I'm sure we'll get by."

I ran away into the night

Sparklers

Snow

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