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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]
no subject
[ Luke sounds vaguely amused. After a moment he flops onto his back, following Colette's example. He feels way too lazy. Just lying here seems to be about the only thing he can work up the motivation for. He breaths out in a low sigh and then glances over at his new companion with a low hum. ]
It does feel that way, huh? I'm Luke, by the way.
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[She'll spare the energy to sound cheerful at their introduction, but it quickly seeps away, leaving behind a quiet hum and the girl slowly kicking her legs up and down.]
Um... are you from the ship too? [She asks because there are so many different people around, she'd feel bad if she misidentified her new friend because he's only got two arms and two legs.]
no subject
[ It's hard to put the energy into actually remembering. Chilling out on the grass is a much more worthwhile endeavor, right? ]
They've sent us to some weird places so far. Een had us trying to get some sort of artifact at the last planet we stopped at...
no subject
Really? This is the first planet I've ever been to -- [Hm, wait, is that true?] Well, I guess it's the second. Tethe'alla was in another dimension but was still it's own planet!
no subject
[ Luke makes a noise at the back of his throat, distracted by the fuzziness that keeps seeping into his brain. Weird how that works. ]
I've been all over the galaxy -- and now the universe, I guess. Never been to a planet quite like this one, though. Something about it feels... strange.
[ The Force is trying to warn him about something. He's not sure what. Or if he should care. ]
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Strange...?
no subject
[ Oh, right, she asked a question. He shrugs with a low groan. ]
I don't know. It's hard to describe. Just... I have a weird feeling about this place. Like... like...
[ Like something. ]
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Maybe after a nap you'll be able to think of it. [Which is a rather passive solution coming from her, but she traces stems of grass with her finger without a care in the world, only half-paying attention to any concern in Luke's voice.]
Sometimes it's easier to guess what's different when you're not tired. [Like her, in this case]
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[ Luke frowns and stifles a yawn. ]
I'm... not usually a nap kind of person, though. Even when I'm tired. I'd rather... you know... get up and do something.
[ That's what isn't right. This isn't like him. ]
You usually feel this... I dunno... listless?
no subject
[Said after a slow pause, where Colette puts forth the last of her energy into conscious thought. "Listless" isn't a word she'd use for herself, and even if she's prone to some laziness like any teenage girl, it's never been this bad.
She keeps the smile on her face, but it's losing some of its shine.]
Could something be wrong with us?
sorry for the delay!
I... don't think so. I felt fine when I left the ship. Unless there's something in the water.
[ Which is partially a joke, partially deadly serious because when you live on a desert planet, water is important. ]
NO WORRIES I am also slow
[Not since arriving on the planet, at any rate. It should worry her more than it does, and the dissonance is beginning to grow like an itch under her skin.]
Maybe that's it! We're thirsty. The Professor says the body goes through changes when it's not hydrated. [Spoken like a girl who's only read about the desert instead of experiencing it]
no subject
[ Luke frowns at the thought and he starts to push himself back upright, sitting up. It's an effort, but he manages. ]
I've been dehydrated before, though, and it never felt anything like this.
no subject
How strange, she thinks to herself, and presses her cheek on the ground]
I wonder what's going on... [musing out loud, and with a creeping exhaustion accompanying it]
Zelos will worry if I stay here too long, but I'm so tired all of the sudden.
sorry for late again
Get up and move around. Maybe that'll get your blood pumping.
[ He rolls a shoulder. ]
Besides, you don't want to just sit out here all day, right?
[ Although that sounds awfully tempting. ]