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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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"I mean, it sounds like a busy day, at the very least. I, um--"
She stops, suddenly, reaching for one of her pockets, "Oh--not to distract from your lake, but I think I found something for you while I was out exploring."
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"Found something? For us?"
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She found a few things, most of which weren't very helpful. She doesn't really have a way of carrying things right now, so she stashed most of it in a nook she hopes she'll remember later, assuming the building she visited doesn't collapse or something in the meantime.
The thing she holds up in her palm is a small, rusty, squished sphere of metal, no bigger than one of her fingernails. The thing that made it interesting is immediately apparent as she rolls it forward into her fingers, and it makes a soft, slightly-clumsy chiming sound.
"It's a bell, I think." She jingles it again, "Do you want it? I could probably shine it up if that'd be nicer, I just... didn't know..."
Doesn't have a lot of insight into what spooky spirits would find more delightful, but something about it made her think of Phalanx immediately.
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"A little... jingle! Jingling! It's a clicking, clinking..."
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"I think you covered all the bases, yeah." She watches them carefully, a little surprised by just how amazed they are. "I had a feeling you'd be interested..."
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"Did you find something for you too?"
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"I did! I'm really excited about it."
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"What is it?"
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Krista doesn't normally look this happy about anything. She wiggles her toes a little.
"I was able to fix it up out of an old book I found. I hid it, but I can start writing in it as soon as I find a pen or a pencil or something..."
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"A pen! For writing or... with ink..." they mumble to themselves while distractedly digging around through the layers of their sleeves.
"With ink. No ink, but..." Aha! After a few moments, they triumphantly fish out a tiny prize and hold it down (very) close to Krista's face.
It's a feather. Maybe a little on the small side to use as a writing quill, but it might still work, and it's definitely the thought that counts anyway. On top of that, it does happen to be remarkably beautiful, changing color depending on what angle you look at it from.
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She watches them rummage around, eyes going even wider as something is held up to her face.
"Oh..." She doesn't sound completely sold... Until she scoots back a couple of inches and is finally able to see what she's looking at. "Oh, a feather!"
And it's a gorgeous one, at that! She smiles at it, and then at Phalanx.
"Could I... Would you mind if I borrowed it? I'm sure I could figure out something that would work!"
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Still holding the feather out to her, "Always trade. Thing for thing. Right?"
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"Okay, a trade."
She takes the feather, grateful, finally sitting up so that she can hold it up to the light, really take in its colors.
"This is a big help." She smiles at him again, the happiest she's been in a while. "Thanks a bunch."
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"A bunch. You're welcome." They're all happy to help. The whole bunch of them.