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thebastion2015-07-20 07:56 pm
grandiflora) wrote in thebastion2015-07-20 07:56 pm
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Everything fades away, come turning of the tide | Day 332 [OPEN]
Who: Rose Quartz, OPEN
Open: Open
When: Evening of 332
Where: Monument -> Rose's house
What: Most of the Bastion is grieving, angry, or trying to deal with said emotions. Rose? She's just trying to settle in to this strange new life of hers.
Format: Action
Warnings: Possible spoilers for Steven Universe? Also possible talk of war and the like
[Not everyone was affected by events recently passed in the Bastion. As much as Rose would have liked to say she had a feeling regarding it one way or another, she really couldn't. This place was still new to her. It's people were still new to her. The passing of one whom she had never spoken to was sad and she was more than understanding at the sorrow the others around her felt...
It was just not an emotion she herself could dredge up properly.
There were always going to be casualties, and for as peaceful as the Bastion itself was their situation was hardly peaceful at all. Time would pass as it always did, regardless of how any of them dealt with it.
In the quiet that had settled on the Bastion in more current days, Rose had spent time on the Skyway as she always did, hoping for some hint of her Gems out there in the haze. There was none, but she returned with a good haul of shards in the meantime.
Today, however, she wasn't out there like she normally had been. Instead she could be seen, barefoot as always, taking trips from the house with the observatory room to the Monument and back again. Three times she went, carrying a wooden flat of some sort of strange plant. A fourth time she returned not with a plant but a shimmering pink weapon at her side.
Though she'll hardly expect to be approached given how busy everyone must be, she'll certainly respond if anyone does.]
Open: Open
When: Evening of 332
Where: Monument -> Rose's house
What: Most of the Bastion is grieving, angry, or trying to deal with said emotions. Rose? She's just trying to settle in to this strange new life of hers.
Format: Action
Warnings: Possible spoilers for Steven Universe? Also possible talk of war and the like
[Not everyone was affected by events recently passed in the Bastion. As much as Rose would have liked to say she had a feeling regarding it one way or another, she really couldn't. This place was still new to her. It's people were still new to her. The passing of one whom she had never spoken to was sad and she was more than understanding at the sorrow the others around her felt...
It was just not an emotion she herself could dredge up properly.
There were always going to be casualties, and for as peaceful as the Bastion itself was their situation was hardly peaceful at all. Time would pass as it always did, regardless of how any of them dealt with it.
In the quiet that had settled on the Bastion in more current days, Rose had spent time on the Skyway as she always did, hoping for some hint of her Gems out there in the haze. There was none, but she returned with a good haul of shards in the meantime.
Today, however, she wasn't out there like she normally had been. Instead she could be seen, barefoot as always, taking trips from the house with the observatory room to the Monument and back again. Three times she went, carrying a wooden flat of some sort of strange plant. A fourth time she returned not with a plant but a shimmering pink weapon at her side.
Though she'll hardly expect to be approached given how busy everyone must be, she'll certainly respond if anyone does.]
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She does, however, bend for a moment to pick up one of the blossoms and hand it over to her.]
Would you like one?
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[oh my goodness what]
For me?
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[/2]
[but]
[but they're pretty and you made them and and and]
[o...okay. we'll take one.]
[she nods unsteadily]
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Ah! Care!
Flowers. Flowers care. Um, how?
[...yes, it came out a bit sloppy, but maybe it's clear enough? she's learned enough about plants in her time here to understand that they need proper care; you can't just plomp 'em down and forget about 'em.
Especially not in the bathroom; apparently they hate that]no subject
They don't need much care at all. Talk to them, they like that. And a little water from time to time.
[/2]
[...]
...Like people.
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Like Ikuri.
Ikuri likes talking, too.
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[But...]
Ikuri?
liberties taken, hope they're okay
[she carefully shifts the moss - and the gemflower resting within it - so that it's nestled within a single hand. The other one, now free, reaches towards Rose's face...to gently touch a cheek with gloved fingertips.]
[The hand moves to Rose's shoulder, again just barely touching it. It moves down the length of her arm, then to Rose's free hand...and then the ends of Ikuri's fingers lightly caress and tap those of the pink lady, dancing as though in childlike play.]
[She'll take that hand in her own, bring it toward her face- and guide Rose's hand to her pale cheek, gently pressing it there.]
...Me. I am Ikuri.
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Not unlike herself.
She doesn't resist the pull, waiting until she's finished to offer a smile.]
It's nice to meet you, Ikuri. I am Rose Quartz.