...I see. Call me Lightning. We can get along, as long as you don't get in my way.
This solitary young woman speaks little of herself - even her true name is a mystery. She is known to others simply as 'Lightning'. She is initially shown to be a cold person, who distances herself from her companions, but later shows a caring and compassionate side. She fights to survive and see her sister Serah come out of crystal stasis.
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ooc: Ignore that bout of accidental reblogs, hopefully nobody saw it. For a moment I thought I was still on my personal.
Once again, I return.
And probably in an administrative capacity, until my schedule fully frees up again. I have plenty to catch up on, both character-wise and administration-wise, but I intend to return piece by piece. If anybody would like to start a thread, hit me up via private message.
I’ve attempted to follow all the new role-players that arrived since my hiatus, but if I don’t seem to be following you/responding to your posts, a quick message would also be appreciated and I can get to following you.
Hoping to meet and/or roleplay with most of you as soon as is convenient,
Lightning.
Reno whined when both of his
bitchesfine and beautiful bedmates happened to awake within moments of each other.Running his fingers through his head hair, Reno shrugged. He didn’t remember what happened either. “Man, I dunno, but quit yer yellin’ ma head fucking hurts yo.”
Slipping his arm out from under Elena he pushed himself up against the headboard and glanced around them. Oh..some hotel room…..were they still in Midgar?
“yo lemme off the bed ‘lena.” He muttered, crawling out of bed past her and looking out the window…where the fuck were they?
“oi..light…d’ ya know this city by chance?”
Lightning fell silent. They were already in a sticky situation, so to speak - there was no need to make it worse by threatening the others. The ex-soldier walked stiffly over to the window, still irked by the absence of her gunblade and the inexplicable ache in her muscles. She ran a hand through her fringe and gaped at the foreign buildings, trying to ascribe meaning to a place she’d never seen before. Maybe it was the headache, but… looking out at it all, Lightning felt so disoriented.
She turned to Reno and slowly shook her head. “Unknown territory. I take it none of you know this place either. We’re going to have to figure things out as quick as we can.”
Reno groaned as he awoke from the glaring sun shining in the window near him. Attempting to roll over, he heard a distinctive feminine whine before his arm was grasped tighter. Blinking his eyes open, Reno glanced down at his arm and almost jumped out of bed in shock. A shock of pink hair and a slightly masculine face pressed against his arm appeared. Hearing another soft groan coming from his other side he looked slowly only to spot a soft cut of blond hair and the soft face of Elena.
What had happened?
Thankfully, both women were still asleep. Doing a quick blanket check revealed that…
Lightning stirred, her head pounding with a sensation she hadn’t felt in years. She didn’t drink. She wouldn’t be caught dead in a club. So why were her ears ringing, and why was her head spinning like the morning after a Guardian Corps bachelor party?
Her fingers were curled around something sinewy. At first she thought it had to be Fang; who else? But the feel of her sun-hardened muscles was different, just as slender but a little less natural. She opened her eyes to a blur of pale skin and tangled red hair.
Oh, Etro.
Lightning jumped back, the sheets flying around her. She was pleased to see Reno clad in his signature suit and feel the subtle weight of her own clothes on her, but still… what the hell was going on? She instinctively reached for her gunblade, but found nothing. Something was very wrong. She scrambled off the bed, her eyes wide and her face crumpled into a scowl.
“You have sixty seconds to explain what the fuck is going on here,” she hissed, her voice taking on a dangerous note. “…As soon as I find my gunblade, that is.”
Serah wasn’t surprised by how serious her sister seemed despite the positive energy of the café. She was used to seeing that stoic expression on her sister’s face no matter the time or place. Still even though she had seen it countless times, she still felt slightly intimidated by it. She was happy that warmth did show in her eyes even if it was for the smallest amount of time.
Serah took in the sight of her weapon, attire, and the tenseness in her walk. She briefly wondered if Claire had been here on a serious matter. That thought was quickly dispelled once she saw the smile that appeared on her sister’s face. Serah was surprised, yet very happy to see that she smiled. “Not at all.” She said in response to her question. She knew they both knew the answer to that question, which was why she wasn’t surprised that she sat down before she was able to get the response out.
Serah nodded at the explanation she was given. She had a feeling it had to do with the fact Snow was out. Serah did appreciate the tolerance Claire had towards the two of them. It had come a long way since she first mentioned the fact she was engaged to Snow. “I thought that might be the case. Well, you picked a good day to come.” She commented with a wry smile. She didn’t exactly wish to see Claire hurt Snow anytime soon. She supposed it was a surprise that she was here since Snow wasn’t. “Yeah, I was just walking around all day and I wanted to get something to eat since I haven’t really had too much today.” She explained with a sheepish smile. “It’s great to see you too. I’ve been doing well. It’s quiet but very nice.” She answered with a smile. “How about you?” she curiously asked.
Lightning sat rigid in her seat, not out of discomfort but habit. Serah hasn’t seemed to have changed… That’s good. Despite the aloof façade she maintained at all times (and all costs), she’d softened, if only slightly. Seeing her sister was one of the few pleasures in life that didn’t manage to simultaneously annoy her. No matter how busy she became, she always had time for Serah. After all, why else had she joined the Guardian Corps? Who had she boarded the Purge train for? Whose safety had she always valued most, even more than her own?
“Things have been… hectic,” Lightning chose the word carefully, after a long pause. “Naturally, I’ve still been working with the Guardian Corps. Doing missions. Odd jobs. After what we’ve all been through, it feels like child’s play.” Now that the Purge was over and the politics surrounding the l’Cie solved, the Guardian Corps were doing their part in repairing the world. Cocoon had become inhabitable, its residents all settling into Gran Pulse, and the migration would have been tricky without professional direction. There had been little looting or unrest though, and most of the Pulsian villages remained intact. Lightning supposed that meant they’d done their job satisfactorily.
“The only odd thing is Vanille. I don’t know if you’ve heard this already, but she came out of stasis and hasn’t been seen since. Sazh is taking care of Dajh and Hope ran off to follow his own path, but we didn’t think Vanille was going anywhere. Fang and I have been looking for her… but not a trace.” A frown ghosted over her brow. The news of Vanille still deeply unsettled her. She hadn’t imagined the flighty Oerban would be so hard to track, but she and Fang had camped all over Gran Pulse and still seen no sign of the girl.
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Fang chuckled and held her hands up in passivity. “Alright, easy there, sunshine. I just didn’t want you to fall, that’s all.”
The Pulsian shrugged off the criticism from the uptight woman as she always did, barely sparing a second thought on it. She knew the other warrior didn’t really dislike her. Sure, she might irritate the hell out of Lightning, but Fang had always had a sneaking suspicion that the Cocoon solider was fonder of her than she’d ever admit.
The huntress smirked and ruffled Lightning’s hair affectionately, as she might have done to Vanille. “Settle down, Light. You worry too much.”
Lightning glowered in response, her face heating up in frustration. She took a step back, making sure not to tread on the edge of the crystal. Fang trying to catch her again might just send her over the edge - or send Fang over the edge in a not-so-metaphorical sense, Lightning thought with an inner smirk. Still, she was too angry to be amused or smug. What was she to the Pulsian, some kind of damsel in distress? She was Lightning Farron, she operated alone and she didn’t need the help of anybody, let alone a condescending ruffle of the hair.
“Better than not worrying at all,” she retorted, her voice taking on a sharper and more defensive edge. “Someone had to do it to make up for all your negligence. Yes, all of you, back when we were travelling together… not a single person bothered to think ahead. I had to be that person, that hard-headed control freak… just because none of you would think about anything other than what to eat for dinner, or how long to sleep for, when we should have been running as fast as our feet could take us!”
She stopped, suddenly aware of how her outburst had resonated along the pillar.
Serah had entered the café she often spent time at near Bodhum’s seaside. It had been a long day of walking around town and she was ready to get something to eat. She hadn’t seen Snow and the rest of the NORA members at all today. That was only because she had been told that they were working on some sort of activity today. So, she wasn’t surprised when they were still nowhere to be seen in the café. Still, she wanted to eat out today. So, she approached a waitress and was quickly seated. She was seated at a table with two chairs and sat down in one. She ordered a lemonade as she thought about what she wanted to eat.
She was surprised when she saw another person enter the café. It wasn’t that she was surprised that another person came in so quickly after her. The place brought in many people since the location was so convenient. It was more so that she was surprised by who entered the café. As soon as she saw the pink hair identical to hers, she knew. Serah wasn’t expecting her at all. Nonetheless, she waved her sister over with enthusiasm. “Hey Claire! Over here!” she said with a smile. She was curious as to why her sister was here, seeing as she didn’t really like the place since it was NORA’s headquarters. It was a good thing the group wasn’t here now.
Lightning was surprised to see her sister, but nodded impassively. Shock, unless extreme, did not show on her stoic face - an asset of hers. The ex-soldier’s lips were pressed into a hard line which rarely curved into a smile, though sometimes a frown. Her eyes, half-lidded, flashed with warm recognition briefly, then faded to cool cobalt blue.
“Serah,” she mouthed, striding over to the table in a matter of seconds. Suddenly conscious of her weapon, uniform, and the tense way in which she walked, Lightning hazarded a smile. “Mind if I join you?” She knew the answer. Without waiting for one, she pulled out a seat and sat down, slinging her gunblade’s holster over the back of the chair.
She could see slight confusion in her sister’s eyes, and moved to clarify. “I heard Snow and the others would be out today. Figured it would be a good time to visit.” She shrugged. As much as she had learnt to tolerate her sister’s love for Snow, she still avoided the man when she could - for his own safety, if nothing else. After all, Serah probably wouldn’t approve of Light breaking her fiancé’s nose. ”I didn’t know you’d be here, though. I’m glad to see you… How are you?”
She raised an eyebrow in inquiry.
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smitty-werben-jager-man-jensen:
idk
If I knew there were going to be this many jokes about my alias, I would have changed my name to something more sensible. Like Tornado.
army-of-one replied to your chat: PROMP…TO…………Hm? …What’s this about pink hair?We were talking about Vanille…
But he turned the tables on me.
Except… Vanille’s hair is orange. Nice try, though.
If either of you were appraising my sister, people are going to die. Fast.
