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thebastion2014-05-24 11:50 pm
everyonewillknow) wrote in thebastion2014-05-24 11:50 pm
[Day 191] brace yourself
Who: Elsa and YOU!
Open: Open
When: Day 191, probably evening
Where: The Open Plains
What: A wild queen appears; she's an Ice-type.
Format: Any is fine, but I'll start with prose!
Warnings: None
When she'd gone to bed, it had been winter.
She'd also been inside, in her bed - the same bed she'd had since she was a child, the one she had always expected to die in one day, old and brittle, after a long and hopefully peaceful reign, despite its rocky start. Now that she could control her powers, she could use them to protect her people from any sort of invasion...or so she'd thought.
Instead, she woke up outdoors, in the grasses of a strange summerland, with the sun setting behind shattered islands floating in the open air. Elsa didn't dream often, and even when she did they were never so vivid as this. She knew as certainly as she could build a snowman that wherever this was, it was not Arendelle.
Terror froze in her chest, awful and familiar, as she sat up and looked around; her breath quickened, clouding in the air not long after, as the temperature dropped along with her spirits. Soon, the grass beneath her frosted over, the pattern spreading quickly over the rest of the small island she was on until it looked like something more like an ice floe than an island, dreadfully out of place to anyone who might see it from afar.
She didn't bother screaming; surely something as empty as this place was devoid of any other people. Gripping the fabric of her nightgown, she drew her knees to her chest and stared at the foreign sunset while tears rolled down her face.
Open: Open
When: Day 191, probably evening
Where: The Open Plains
What: A wild queen appears; she's an Ice-type.
Format: Any is fine, but I'll start with prose!
Warnings: None
When she'd gone to bed, it had been winter.
She'd also been inside, in her bed - the same bed she'd had since she was a child, the one she had always expected to die in one day, old and brittle, after a long and hopefully peaceful reign, despite its rocky start. Now that she could control her powers, she could use them to protect her people from any sort of invasion...or so she'd thought.
Instead, she woke up outdoors, in the grasses of a strange summerland, with the sun setting behind shattered islands floating in the open air. Elsa didn't dream often, and even when she did they were never so vivid as this. She knew as certainly as she could build a snowman that wherever this was, it was not Arendelle.
Terror froze in her chest, awful and familiar, as she sat up and looked around; her breath quickened, clouding in the air not long after, as the temperature dropped along with her spirits. Soon, the grass beneath her frosted over, the pattern spreading quickly over the rest of the small island she was on until it looked like something more like an ice floe than an island, dreadfully out of place to anyone who might see it from afar.
She didn't bother screaming; surely something as empty as this place was devoid of any other people. Gripping the fabric of her nightgown, she drew her knees to her chest and stared at the foreign sunset while tears rolled down her face.
HEY GIRL HEY!!!!!
After daily trips, Aoi knows how to land flawlessly on her feet, but there isn't enough time between seeing the ice floe that is the Open Plains and hurtling towards it for her to completely prepare. Her feet slip on the ice and, with a yelp, she lands on her face.
It takes a couple of attempts to scrabble onto her hands and knees, then manage rising to her feet. Once she's sure she has her balance, she zips her sweatshirt up to her chin.
She scans the area, trying to make sense of things—did she take a wrong turn? What happened here?—until she sees a person in the middle of it all.
"Hey!" she calls, "Hellooooo!" She tries to take a step, staggers, and slides her other foot forward to make them in line. Running isn't an option, but unsteady shuffling towards the huddled figure is.
MY DAAAARLING
She almost doesn't believe her eyes when she sees another human being doing the same thing as she is. Obviously, the other girl was foreign no, wait, Elsa was the foreigner here but somehow the young queen had no problem understanding her. It calmed her enough to notice she had frozen over the island, and a pang of guilt bit at her; carefully, she lowered her hands to the ground to minimize the threat of her powers.
"Please just stay right there!" she calls back, voice trembling. "I-I don't want you to get hurt!" The last thing she needed was to turn another rescuer into a statue without meaning to, and the way this girl was slipping around, falling off the edge was a very real possibility.
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The point is entirely missed, but the threat of tumbling right off the edge is not, so Aoi focuses on keeping towards the middle.
"We've gotta focus on getting you outta here!" she says, outstretching her hand towards the woman as she shuffles closer. "It's safe back at the Bastion!"
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Steeling herself, she backs her words with an edge of command it had lacked before. "Please, I will speak with you, but stay where you are!" She needed to calm down...!
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"Sorry, sorry," she says, holding up her hands. It can't be that she's scaring the woman; there's no reason Aoi should frighten anyone, right? Maybe she's one of those worrywart types... "Hey, we shouldn't stick around. It's pretty dangerous out here!"
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She racks her frazzled brain for memories of her diplomacy lessons, and settles on at least an introduction first; while her muscles stay tense, her voice becomes gentle again, if still formal. She admits to herself it's nice not having to shout. "My name is Elsa. What is the Bastion?"
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For a moment, she looks away, trying to decide exactly what the population requirement for a city is—and then she remembers that she's cold and buries her hands in her pockets. She goes on, "Anyway, even really strong fighters have a tough time out here sometimes! And...this place isn't supposed to be icy like this... So I think something's wrong! We oughta get back right away!"
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"Oh." She offered the other girl an apologetic smile. "Oh, that's, um. That's just me. Sorry. It, uh, goes off when I'm upset. Which I am, so, going back to a city is not the best idea at the moment." She took another deep breath, closing her eyes a moment before looking into Aoi's, trying to keep her voice steady. "What...happened? How did I come to be here?"
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Her expression falls as soon as Elsa's next question comes up, though, and she has to glance away. "Um," she says, fidgets, loses her balance, and scrambles to straighten herself again. "Um," she says again.
If the ice thing goes off when Elsa's upset, this could mean trouble—but not saying anything's only going to make it worse when she finds out later, right? Aoi says, "Something...um, I think it was a weapon? But it went wrong, and something called the...Calamity happened. And...it destroyed everything. Even different worlds..."
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