Mia (
frost_jewel) wrote2013-09-27 10:16 am
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20. [mostly action]
[Mia has been through a lot recently. The invasion wasn't so terrible, but its aftermath and the information surrounding it dealt a blow she still hasn't been able to face properly. Then, some of her dearest people went on a mission that continues to tear them apart inside - and may do a similar thing to all of them in due time, depending on what happens as a result. Then she became, briefly, herself but a few years younger, which might sound like a reprieve but was really just a way of delaying the inevitable backlash. Mia knows better than to think that that might be the 'punishment' coming to them after aiding in the implementation of a shift explosive.
In all that time, the way she interacts with people shifted, too. She is as friendly and welcoming as ever, but in some places more...distracted-seeming, perhaps, or carrying an air of professional civility instead of closeness. If anything, her tenure as pre-adventure Mia only reinforced her ability to stand at that distance.
Things haven't much calmed down, but she can't think of a time better than the present to take care of some things she's put off since the invasion happened. Shuffling them all around her work schedule means it happens at odd hours, but that's just how things have to be. She seeks out specific friends of hers, and stops by the plaza clinic to see who might be around. It isn't her usual routine, but she also goes to the cafe - though hardly a coffee drinker - for a change of pace. The gallery too.
Sometime in the afternoon, she finds a quiet corner to attempt to send a filtered message to Luceti's newest in-world resident, without knowing exactly how:]
Could we speak about a few things in person?
[It might work, it might not.
No matter how that turns out, as night falls she'll skip training, opting to visit the beach instead. To walk along the water with her bare feet in the sand and...hope that helps, somehow.]
[[ooc: Building walls with lego-bricks made of words, around here. Go nuts! Just not totally nuts.]]
In all that time, the way she interacts with people shifted, too. She is as friendly and welcoming as ever, but in some places more...distracted-seeming, perhaps, or carrying an air of professional civility instead of closeness. If anything, her tenure as pre-adventure Mia only reinforced her ability to stand at that distance.
Things haven't much calmed down, but she can't think of a time better than the present to take care of some things she's put off since the invasion happened. Shuffling them all around her work schedule means it happens at odd hours, but that's just how things have to be. She seeks out specific friends of hers, and stops by the plaza clinic to see who might be around. It isn't her usual routine, but she also goes to the cafe - though hardly a coffee drinker - for a change of pace. The gallery too.
Sometime in the afternoon, she finds a quiet corner to attempt to send a filtered message to Luceti's newest in-world resident, without knowing exactly how:]
Could we speak about a few things in person?
[It might work, it might not.
No matter how that turns out, as night falls she'll skip training, opting to visit the beach instead. To walk along the water with her bare feet in the sand and...hope that helps, somehow.]
[[ooc: Building walls with lego-bricks made of words, around here. Go nuts! Just not totally nuts.]]
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Did I interrupt you?
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Nope! Well, I was doing something, but it wasn't anything important. I'd rather hang out with you!
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[He inhales and shuts his mouth for a whole half a minute.
While puffing up his cheeks and exaggerating his face.]
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[It doesn't look fun or comfortable and isn't necessary.]
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Sorry! It was just a joke. But I- I guess I mostly mean quiet in that nothing other than normal's happened. Not much bad. We're all getting along well.
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[All other words failing her, she sits on the sand beside him.]
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Do you have any requests for me to make from the sand?
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Wood! I guess it's 'cuz it comes from trees, and trees are alive so they don't count as elements. But really in our world we only call bendable things elements. If I had to count ones from other worlds? ...Well I guess meeting Pokemons has made me realize that I can't bend ghosts, or psychics, or poison...
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