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starlogs2017-03-06 08:30 pm
stop_apologizing) wrote in starlogs2017-03-06 08:30 pm
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WHO: Colette Brunel and OTA
WHERE: Bajikan
WHEN: Any day while they're on the planet
WHAT: Colette goes off to explore her first alien planet
WARNINGS: None for now, will update as necessary
District IV (blue)
[After a month of being trapped onboard a spaceship (and one that needs repairs, no less), exploring a new planet is an exciting prospect, and Colette is one of the first to hoof to the main city. Goodness Martel, but it is lively on this planet - the people are of such variety in size and shape that she can't help her stares. Walking into the city proper does little to curb her enthusiasm, either, and she's running high on the fumes of culture shock by the time she enters a district.
The fourth district, up to this point, is the only one she has a passing interest in, and she knows she's made the right decision when warmth bleeds into her skin like sunshine and leaves her feeling relaxed. She... hasn't felt this nice in ages, it seems.
So much that upon trotting up a green hill covered in lush grass, Colette decides that walking is too much of a bother. Flying too. She'll plop straight onto the ground and proceed to roll down the rest of the way, until she either hits someone or she stops at the bottom of the hill, near the shopping district.
... She'll get up eventually.]
District V (black)
[There's only one reason Colette would ever enter a district like this.
She's told at the gate that if she's looking to upgrade a weapon, well... nothing like a district of violence to sate her needs. And to be sure, the tiny blond girl with her waist-length hair makes a strange addition to the area. For the first few moments, she keeps her cool, resists the pounding in her temples and how her fingers rhythmically bunch into fists. Her gaze remains steadfast on the ground and she doesn't speak to anyone.
It's important, she recites, to be well-armed. To protect the ship now that she's apart of the community. She'll buy herself a sturdier pair of chakrams and then she'll leave. That's it. She can do this. It's her duty as a Chosen.
What she doesn't expect is to get lost on her way, too busy fighting the irritability twisting in the pit of her stomach, and the rising frustration comes to a head when someone - a stranger - grips her shoulder without permission.
Said stranger who finds himself lifted and thrown against the wall which force that it leaves a dent in the brick. Colette just stands there panting and her arms shaking. It's not guilt or hysteria that sets her expression into hard lines until the girl is almost unrecognizable. And as for anyone who is watching--]
W-what do you want?
District VII (violet)
[Colette doesn't know why she decides to go into the seventh district -- maybe to bring Zelos back a gift? She is a little disappointed he hadn't joined her on this outing (something about having had his fill of the last planet, so she should go have fun instead), but that sleight is set aside like it doesn't exist, in fact fueling her desire to perk up his mood.
Except that thirty minutes later, the effects of the district are in full force, and pleasing Zelos becomes the furthest thing from her mind. No, she doesn't feel like pampering him when she could extend the same courtesy to herself. Look at all these shops, these salons, these manicure stores!
Doesn't matter that she has no idea what that last one is. For the first time in what feels like her entire life, the Chosen of Sylvarant is bold enough to stretch her wings - quite literally, in fact. She skips down the streets with a pair of pink wings behind her, smiling in satisfaction when anyone takes note.]
Hehe... do you like them? They're pretty, right? [Swinging her hands behind her back] I got them because I'm an angel!
[Later in the day, she'll step up her game and attend a dance studio. The lesson is... er. Well. There's nothing wrong with tripping so often that she got shooed out of the class. It just means she's found her own style. Give it a few years, she'll be a sensation.
In fact, passerby, she might shake you down for an opinion. Just a minute of your time! Watch her break it down, Colette-style, and possibly break your shin bone in the process]
Wildcard
[ooc: pp for whatever, I love plotting 8Db]
WHERE: Bajikan
WHEN: Any day while they're on the planet
WHAT: Colette goes off to explore her first alien planet
WARNINGS: None for now, will update as necessary
District IV (blue)
[After a month of being trapped onboard a spaceship (and one that needs repairs, no less), exploring a new planet is an exciting prospect, and Colette is one of the first to hoof to the main city. Goodness Martel, but it is lively on this planet - the people are of such variety in size and shape that she can't help her stares. Walking into the city proper does little to curb her enthusiasm, either, and she's running high on the fumes of culture shock by the time she enters a district.
The fourth district, up to this point, is the only one she has a passing interest in, and she knows she's made the right decision when warmth bleeds into her skin like sunshine and leaves her feeling relaxed. She... hasn't felt this nice in ages, it seems.
So much that upon trotting up a green hill covered in lush grass, Colette decides that walking is too much of a bother. Flying too. She'll plop straight onto the ground and proceed to roll down the rest of the way, until she either hits someone or she stops at the bottom of the hill, near the shopping district.
... She'll get up eventually.]
District V (black)
[There's only one reason Colette would ever enter a district like this.
She's told at the gate that if she's looking to upgrade a weapon, well... nothing like a district of violence to sate her needs. And to be sure, the tiny blond girl with her waist-length hair makes a strange addition to the area. For the first few moments, she keeps her cool, resists the pounding in her temples and how her fingers rhythmically bunch into fists. Her gaze remains steadfast on the ground and she doesn't speak to anyone.
It's important, she recites, to be well-armed. To protect the ship now that she's apart of the community. She'll buy herself a sturdier pair of chakrams and then she'll leave. That's it. She can do this. It's her duty as a Chosen.
What she doesn't expect is to get lost on her way, too busy fighting the irritability twisting in the pit of her stomach, and the rising frustration comes to a head when someone - a stranger - grips her shoulder without permission.
Said stranger who finds himself lifted and thrown against the wall which force that it leaves a dent in the brick. Colette just stands there panting and her arms shaking. It's not guilt or hysteria that sets her expression into hard lines until the girl is almost unrecognizable. And as for anyone who is watching--]
W-what do you want?
District VII (violet)
[Colette doesn't know why she decides to go into the seventh district -- maybe to bring Zelos back a gift? She is a little disappointed he hadn't joined her on this outing (something about having had his fill of the last planet, so she should go have fun instead), but that sleight is set aside like it doesn't exist, in fact fueling her desire to perk up his mood.
Except that thirty minutes later, the effects of the district are in full force, and pleasing Zelos becomes the furthest thing from her mind. No, she doesn't feel like pampering him when she could extend the same courtesy to herself. Look at all these shops, these salons, these manicure stores!
Doesn't matter that she has no idea what that last one is. For the first time in what feels like her entire life, the Chosen of Sylvarant is bold enough to stretch her wings - quite literally, in fact. She skips down the streets with a pair of pink wings behind her, smiling in satisfaction when anyone takes note.]
Hehe... do you like them? They're pretty, right? [Swinging her hands behind her back] I got them because I'm an angel!
[Later in the day, she'll step up her game and attend a dance studio. The lesson is... er. Well. There's nothing wrong with tripping so often that she got shooed out of the class. It just means she's found her own style. Give it a few years, she'll be a sensation.
In fact, passerby, she might shake you down for an opinion. Just a minute of your time! Watch her break it down, Colette-style, and possibly break your shin bone in the process]
Wildcard
[ooc: pp for whatever, I love plotting 8Db]