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maskormenacelogs2019-10-01 08:55 pm
fauxmarth) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-10-01 08:55 pm
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poetry with amber imagery or something [OPEN]
WHO: Lucina, various
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, De Chima, misc
WHEN: Early/mid-October
WHAT: assorted happenings
WARNINGS: labeled in subject headers
Maurtia Falls
Lucina's main haunts are still in this city of conflict -- same as it has been, those two and a half years ago. Gods, has it been so long already? So much else has changed...her, too.
She resides on a residential block in a rental house, and might be encountered in the wee hours of the morning on her way out to work, or perhaps on the rare day off, tearing up the sad excuse for a garden she'd tried (sort of) to maintain (and failed to) in preparation for winter.
Downtown, she frequents a cafe and pastry shop where she's made many a friend and good memory. Catching her before she hustles off on patrol or another duty is a great chance for a free treat and a chat...or perhaps a means of teaming up for a bit of crime busting?
At Helix, the base of operations for Aegis Force, practically her second home, she is constantly either at work or training for work. It's not as frantic and despairing as the month before, so she can be a cheerful spotter or sparring partner, or she can help with some kitchen chores or monitor duty! She also likes to take her breaks on the rooftop helipad, enjoying the cooler air as the weather starts to behave more like autumn.
De Chima
It's not a place she visits too often, but at least once a week, Lucina tries to make time to volunteer at the O'Malley Clinic. She's not much of a nurse, but if you ever wanted to know what it feels like to be bandaged up nearly immobile as a mummy for a simple scrape? She's your girl. Also don't you dare try to escape until treatment is over! She can double as a bouncer.
There's always a chance to catch her in the skies, as flying is her favorite pastime -- and it beats traffic. Hopefully she's not spying any trouble from on high, but if you're in a pinch, she can swoop down and lend a hand (or sword)!
Misc
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WHERE: Maurtia Falls, De Chima, misc
WHEN: Early/mid-October
WHAT: assorted happenings
WARNINGS: labeled in subject headers
Maurtia Falls
Lucina's main haunts are still in this city of conflict -- same as it has been, those two and a half years ago. Gods, has it been so long already? So much else has changed...her, too.
She resides on a residential block in a rental house, and might be encountered in the wee hours of the morning on her way out to work, or perhaps on the rare day off, tearing up the sad excuse for a garden she'd tried (sort of) to maintain (and failed to) in preparation for winter.
Downtown, she frequents a cafe and pastry shop where she's made many a friend and good memory. Catching her before she hustles off on patrol or another duty is a great chance for a free treat and a chat...or perhaps a means of teaming up for a bit of crime busting?
At Helix, the base of operations for Aegis Force, practically her second home, she is constantly either at work or training for work. It's not as frantic and despairing as the month before, so she can be a cheerful spotter or sparring partner, or she can help with some kitchen chores or monitor duty! She also likes to take her breaks on the rooftop helipad, enjoying the cooler air as the weather starts to behave more like autumn.
De Chima
It's not a place she visits too often, but at least once a week, Lucina tries to make time to volunteer at the O'Malley Clinic. She's not much of a nurse, but if you ever wanted to know what it feels like to be bandaged up nearly immobile as a mummy for a simple scrape? She's your girl. Also don't you dare try to escape until treatment is over! She can double as a bouncer.
There's always a chance to catch her in the skies, as flying is her favorite pastime -- and it beats traffic. Hopefully she's not spying any trouble from on high, but if you're in a pinch, she can swoop down and lend a hand (or sword)!
Misc
You're welcome to put in a starter or come bug me @
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[but it takes time. time to understand a person, time to feel safe...
she hopes there will be time. life is never so simple, is it?
after a while, she lets herself relax a little more, resting her chin against his head, her other arm draped slack over his shoulder. he's warm...it makes her a little sleepy in a weird way, because even his little twitches and movements still cause tingles and sensations that grab her attention right away. what a weird state to be in!
is it like this for everyone? she could understand the need for closeness like this if it's so...]
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[Of course, Guzma can't simply rest like this. It's relaxing, for sure, but he's...also a gremlin. His mind keeps going somewhere else, and his body seems to be on the same page with how that warmth radiates through him and pools...how his hands start to get a little more adventurous as they glide across her back, and downward...
Resting for a moment on her small of her back, before his fingers slip just past the top of her pants—they freeze the moment he hears a strange rumble from Golisopod. Raising his head, he glances over at his bugs who seem to be...strangely agitated? At least Pinsir looks even more bothered than normal with that scowl on his face.]
...Yo, what's y'all's—oh...
[Quickly, and silently, Guzma retracts one of his hands from Lucina, so that he can grab at the Ultra Balls resting on the coffee table. Returning each one to their ball in short order. He really does not want to explain this to Lucina, and he hopes she doesn't ask as he tries to go back to what he was doing. Acting like that didn't just happen.
Way to make this awkward, guys!!]
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What-? [she tries to sit up a little while he's busy collecting them. as for those roaming hands, she stops one of them by the wrist.] Wait, what's wrong? Were they upset?
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Uh...Nah they—[How the fuck does he explain this. Dammit, Lucina! Why can't you just let him do something seemingly outta no where without getting curious?]—they were being affected by one of my powers, don't worry about it.
[Gently, he attempts to pull his wrist from her grasp, nonchalant, like if he does it casually enough he can avoid attention being brought to the fact it was trying to wander southward.]
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[despite that, she can't shake feeling unnerved. she didn't realize it felt a little safer with them around, because there's something daunting about it just being the two of them.
is that...normal? maybe she was just being silly. what did she have to be afraid of? she's strong, even without her powers. it's...]
...I'm sorry.
[she gently places a hand on him to keep him from drawing closer, her face red and expression scrunched with a mix of guilt and concern.]
I don't...feel right. I'm sorry.
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...You ain't gotta apologize, yo.
[He was getting a little too excited there, he realizes. Bringing a hand to his head he scrubs at the back of it. His brows knitting together as his mouth pulls into a frown. He leans back, away from her to give her the space she clearly wants.]
Didn't mean to make shit weird.
[Which is true. Maybe he misread the vibes? He doesn't know... all he knows is that he's frustrated with this turn of events. He wants to...apologize, but it's hard. Like it's caught in his throat, and just won't come out. So, instead he just settles for looking annoyed, but maybe there's the smallest hints of guilt tingeing his expression and how he holds himself.]
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It's like...standing on a precipice. Of something. [she grimaces, not sure if that's right at all. clarity of speech doesn't come easily to her.] Like...Stepping forward blind, without...knowing or seeing what's ahead.
I'm a little afraid of... [she trails off, throat dry, and shakes her head. this tangle of feelings is a knot she doesn't know how to start untying. fear is there, yes. fear of the unknown. of being hurt or made a fool. fear of making a mistake, even if she doesn't know the rules. guilt in spades for all of that, because she holds herself to a higher standard in all things...even the things she doesn't yet understand.
fear, too, that she's done something irreversibly wrong in feeling fear at all.]
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But that doesn't mean that he isn't. However, as she goes on, that shifts a bit and he finds himself glancing at her a little sidelong. The furrow of his brow lessens a bit, formed less with anger and more...concern. That sympathy he reflexively tried to stave off overtaking him as he watches her. As he listens.
At first, it seems like he has nothing to say. But then he looks away from her again. He takes another moment, and then sighs.]
...It's all new. You ain't got no confidence in this shit, 'cos you got no experience backing you.
[He closes his eyes, a contemplative look taking his features as he crosses his arms over his chest, and settles back into his seat.]
How about this: you lead.
[Opening his eyes, he looks to her a bit more fully.]
I know what I want, and what I like. Ain't no way you're gonna cross any line with me. But I ain't wantin' to keep takin' shots in the dark if that means I'm gonna keep hittin' shit that you ain't cool with and scarin' you off.
[Well, besides kissing. He knows she likes that much.]
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instead, though, he looks back to her and offers compromise and clarity. she looks back with surprise, eyes sharpening to scan for other tells in gesture or posture that might give away something his words don't.
he...doesn't want to scare her off, he says? why. if he already knows what he...wants. likes, as he says. why would he bother with someone who doesn't? isn't that troublesome? this isn't like some sort of teacher-student dynamic built for that.
once again, his willingness to invest in...this... it takes her by surprise. it moves her, impresses her, and makes her feel both ashamed for doubting and anxious to make up for it.]
Then...even though I...I don't know yet... You don't mind...helping me learn?
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When it comes down to it, he's lonely and love-starved. And when you've found a way to satiate that hunger, you don't shun the source just because the portions aren't big enough. Not when the alternative is nothing at all. Maybe that's selfish, but he can tell she needs this too. How she melts against him, and enjoys his touch—at least, the touches that she's comfortable with, obviously.
He could go out and fuck some random person, and sure it's good fun and everything...but that doesn't change the fact it'd feel empty by comparison.]
That's what I'm saying.
[He offers a little sharply, not meaning to sound irritated. Which is made evident with that look of surprise on his face at himself, before he scrunches it back down into self-aimed annoyance. But when he goes to speak again, there's a touch of warmth to his face.
Talking openly like this will never get easier for him, he's pretty sure.]
...Look. I dig ya, that's obvious. Your boy don't just give up when it gets tough. That just ain't me. I know I don't seem like the type, but I'm actually pretty damn patient.
I don't mind puttin' in the work when I'm sure the payoff will be worth it, and I think you are, so...
[After all, he did that with Golisopod when he was nothing but a cowardly Wimpod. He spent nine years trying to become a captain and that didn't even happen for him... He's put two towards Lusamine, her and her schemes, and he's gotten far more from Lucina in this short time, than he has with that whole thing, so...]
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[after a little flinch at his snipping, Lucina remained still, watching in a way one would in searching for openings in a fight. even that doesn't last long, though, as watching him struggle makes her heart ache with empathy, and she finds less to fear from that irate tone.
her mouth even quirks a little when he speaks on patience. it's true -- he doesn't seem the type, not with the way he postures out there in the world. but it wouldn't make sense to admit something like this if it weren't true.
and at being worth it? Lucina's face warms, too. that's something she wouldn't have expected from him, either. yet there it is.]
...Thank you.
[she says so while reaching and putting a hand on his wrist.]
For saying that. And meaning it. I won't forget it...or take it for granted.
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He shrugs, trying to play it cool and casual, despite the previous wariness.]
...There ain't nothin' to thank me for, I'm just sayin' the truth, nothing else.
[He turns his head away from her, maybe still feeling a little guilty over ruining this whole thing when they were enjoying it before. Why is he like this? Always gotta fuck shit up somehow, huh?
Even if this seems to be saving it, and she appreciates it, it doesn't change his earlier failure...]
...But, I won't keep ya.
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her hand moves to his shoulder as she gets up, lingering for a moment. she gives a slight squeeze before letting go and starting for the door to get her shoes... and that obliterated box. she brought it, so she ought to take it with her to the trash.]
I can call later, if you'd like.
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—Yeah! Sounds good.
[That somehow is even more of a relief. Even with what they just talked about, there was a thorn of worry in his chest, that somehow maybe she was just humoring him and that he really fucked this one up.
Even now, she could still be humoring him, but he knows she's not like that. That's why he's even given this whole thing a chance, why he's willing to be patient and work with her in pursuing...whatever this is.]
Take care of yourself, yeah? I know shit can be crazy in the Falls, even if it ain't me causin' the problems.
[He's joking, even if it's...true.]
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I'll handle it, rest assured. I beat you, didn't I?
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...If you could even call that a defeat—whatever, don't matter. Next time won't have the same result.
So, you better watch it!
[While his tone started out like that of a petulant child, it does ease into something more playful at the end. There's even a trace hints of a smirk on his face.]