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revivalproject2019-09-27 08:19 am
ladiesss) wrote in revivalproject2019-09-27 08:19 am
Adjusting - Open Post
WHO: Krista & anyone who wants to join her!
WHERE: The edge of the forest, the school (??), and the hotel.
WHAT: Magic, exploration, and laying on the floor because uuuugh.
WHEN: Time is relative but after she's been here for a week.
WARNINGS: None, currently!
Forest.
Krista thought she was being sneaky, heading to the edge of the relatively less-traveled forest area to do her weird fairy magic. She was careful to be quiet about it, at first, making sure no one was around to see or hear her... But once she gets going, she gets absorbed in the task, and may not notice someone quietly walking up behind her, or hanging around to overhear her conversation.
Because she is having a serious conversation... with a frog. It has four eyes and weird, silver blotches on its back, but it's definitely a frog, and she's definitely whispering at if as if she's hearing the second half of a conversation.
"...He looks like me, but, um... No colors, very pale." She gestures over herself, explaining this concept to her amphibious audience. "Short hair... I think. Big black eyes."
A pause.
"Oh, his feet? Really dirty. No shoes. I think they were wrapped in something."
A pause. A ribbit from the frog. Krista perks up.
"You have seen him? Which way did he go?"
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School.
She's pretty sure this is a school, anyway, between the gym stuff down below and the lecture-hall style of the rooms above. She was initially poking around like she was looking for someone, but that eventually turned into looking for something amidst the rubble.
She gasps with excitement when she finally finds it--buried underneath other debris and probably preserved only through dumb luck, she finds the rotting remains of something that looks like a book. It's clear when she pulls it out that it's useless, just a cover and the mushy shreds of some leftover paper, but Krista hugs it to her chest as if it was her very own long-lost diary.
And then, miraculously, the pages start to fill back in with a quiet fluttering, the cover straightening and un-crumbling as if time was reversed. Soon, she has what is only a slightly-battered book full of blank pages, restored from almost nothing.
She laughs quietly. She opens the pages to check that they're blank, wobbling a little with sudden exhaustion. She laughs again. This will help her. This was worth the energy.
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Hotel.
Her earlier victories were very encouraging. She feels proud of herself. She believes that the results justified the risks. That said, she is exhausted when she gets back to the hotel... And, results or not, maybe starts to regret spending her energy so liberally without a plan for getting it back.
She stares dully at the stairwell, trying to work up the will to climb those stupid, double-tall steps... And gives up. Instead, she picks an open spot on the floor, lies down with her limbs stretching defiantly outward, and then just sort of... stays there, staring despondently at the ceiling.
She is very, very tired.
WHERE: The edge of the forest, the school (??), and the hotel.
WHAT: Magic, exploration, and laying on the floor because uuuugh.
WHEN: Time is relative but after she's been here for a week.
WARNINGS: None, currently!
Forest.
Krista thought she was being sneaky, heading to the edge of the relatively less-traveled forest area to do her weird fairy magic. She was careful to be quiet about it, at first, making sure no one was around to see or hear her... But once she gets going, she gets absorbed in the task, and may not notice someone quietly walking up behind her, or hanging around to overhear her conversation.
Because she is having a serious conversation... with a frog. It has four eyes and weird, silver blotches on its back, but it's definitely a frog, and she's definitely whispering at if as if she's hearing the second half of a conversation.
"...He looks like me, but, um... No colors, very pale." She gestures over herself, explaining this concept to her amphibious audience. "Short hair... I think. Big black eyes."
A pause.
"Oh, his feet? Really dirty. No shoes. I think they were wrapped in something."
A pause. A ribbit from the frog. Krista perks up.
"You have seen him? Which way did he go?"
------
School.
She's pretty sure this is a school, anyway, between the gym stuff down below and the lecture-hall style of the rooms above. She was initially poking around like she was looking for someone, but that eventually turned into looking for something amidst the rubble.
She gasps with excitement when she finally finds it--buried underneath other debris and probably preserved only through dumb luck, she finds the rotting remains of something that looks like a book. It's clear when she pulls it out that it's useless, just a cover and the mushy shreds of some leftover paper, but Krista hugs it to her chest as if it was her very own long-lost diary.
And then, miraculously, the pages start to fill back in with a quiet fluttering, the cover straightening and un-crumbling as if time was reversed. Soon, she has what is only a slightly-battered book full of blank pages, restored from almost nothing.
She laughs quietly. She opens the pages to check that they're blank, wobbling a little with sudden exhaustion. She laughs again. This will help her. This was worth the energy.
------
Hotel.
Her earlier victories were very encouraging. She feels proud of herself. She believes that the results justified the risks. That said, she is exhausted when she gets back to the hotel... And, results or not, maybe starts to regret spending her energy so liberally without a plan for getting it back.
She stares dully at the stairwell, trying to work up the will to climb those stupid, double-tall steps... And gives up. Instead, she picks an open spot on the floor, lies down with her limbs stretching defiantly outward, and then just sort of... stays there, staring despondently at the ceiling.
She is very, very tired.
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"Trust me, I've seen much crazier. Ever seen someone grow to the size of a building and then down to the size of an ant? Pretty crazy."
He takes a telegraphed step forward and extends one hand in greeting:
"Steve Rogers. Also known as Captain America in my universe. Superhero on an Earth, but not one that can talk to animals. You?"
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But then he says things that are, well, pretty wild. He seems relaxed, has a trustworthy smile. And by the time there's a hand extended down at her in greeting, she's sighing in relief, feeling more than a little dumb for panicking.
"Wow, I uh... Yeah, that sounds pretty wild..." She picks herself up out of the grass, takes a second to dust off her pant legs, and then reaches out to return the handshake. "I'm, uh, Krista. And super-embarrassed."
A beat. She adds, "I don't know any superheroes, but my friend is a pig with a lightning sword, so I guess that's something."
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Sometimes.
"Don't be embarrassed," he continues with a friendly smile. "No one knows who they're gonna run into here.
"And imagine how I feel, knowing that these little guys could understand me while I was grumbling away to myself in the forest. That's embarrassing."
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Boy, she doesn't know whether she wants to try to seem normal or commit to being a huge weirdo--and hovers at neither, fidgeting with her own fingers awkwardly.
"Well, uh, good news, they usually can't. I had to cast a spell." For want of something to do, she wiggles her fingers to indicate magic. "So your forest-grumbling is safe for the time-being."
She also points to the shield-and-stick situation he's brought with him.
"Sooo, what's with your setup?"
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"The shield is here to protect me from whatever might be out in the forest. It's very strong and I fight with it, back where I'm from. That's not exactly normal there, either. Most people use guns or swords. Normal stuff. But what can I say? I like standing out a little."
He nods towards her fingers.
"Magic, huh? I have a few friends who can do magic... Useful around here."
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"A shield is way better than a gun anyway." She nods, approvingly, carefully repressing the thought that she has been shot in the head before (it's a long story) and so isn't very fond of guns in general, "So, okay, since we're both out here and kind of weird, let's skip all of the smalltalk stuff and make a deal."
She holds her hand out again, for another handshake.
"If I can ask you for help if I need a big guy with a shield, you can ask me for help if you ever need magic. I can do mending and stuff, not just talking to frogs."
SORRY BACK NOW
He shakes her hand again a bit too forcefully but, hey. This is a good deal for both of them.
"I can also help lifting heavy stuff, if you need. Either me or Bucky are always around and we have some...enhanced abilities. Good for lifting up concrete and other things, if you have any in the middle of your room."
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"Both." She can't help but grin, a little, proud. "And other stuff, too. Metal, wood, basically anything as long as I can wrap my head around how it's broken."
And man, this does sound like a good deal.
"Man, I will take you up on that somewhere, I'm sure. I'm uh--" She lifts an arm, jokingly showing off her twig-like physique, "I've got tricks, but I'm not exactly a powerhouse, over here."
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He nods towards town with his chin. "Were you headed back or..." Steve looks down towards the frog and whatever other animals there might be ready to chat Krista's ear off. "I don't want to interrupt anything important."
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“Oh...!” She looks down, carefully stepping around where that frog is now ambling back towards the underbrush. “Oh, no... I was actually looking for someone.”
She gestures then, to about waist-height.
“Have you seen a weird ghostly pile of blankets shuffling around somewhere? Their name is Phalanx. They’ve got white hair and creepy black eyes.”
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"Uh. Can't say I have. A ghostly pile of blankets?"
Yeah. He's thinking of an old Halloween costume for a child with cut out eyes walking around going "OoOoOoOoOh...."
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"Yeah, they're all bundled up, and they're always tucking themselves down underneath stuff or kind of wandering around, so..." She hunches up her shoulders, unconsciously mimicking her friend, "They look kind of like... An animated pile of laundry. You'd know them if you saw them."
But she looks back in the direction of the town, where she'd come from. "They're really nice, though. You should say hi if you ever spot them."