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Digital Domestic Saga continues
Who: Argilla and you
When: Sometime during the day
Where: Near the Plaza, though she's wandered away from it a bit
Style: Whichever, but starting in brackets.
Status: Open!
["Welcome to Vatheon. Welcome to Vatheon! Welcome, to Vatheon—"
The name of this place is about the only thing Argilla's been able to get so far, since she woke up here. That, and a towel, although she isn't necessarily sure what she should do with it until she sees the other newcomers using them. Being wet doesn't really bother her, after all, nor the torn and charred clothing—just as long as the dash of orange is still visible on her skirt, which it definitely is. Even the pain she'd initially felt is slowly subsiding, which she's been told is something she can thank the Coral for after she touched it. That large structure at the center of the city...
But other things hold her interest at the moment—like where this place is and how she got here, so she's slowly exploring. She at least hopes this means they were successful, her and Roland; but she accepts that it's probably unlikely she'd ever find out now.
She'd made her decision. And now...somehow she's living with it.]
Hmm? What is this?
It's...cold.
[It's just about then that she passes by what appears to be an ice cream shop, where a local stops her to offer her a free cone of ice cream. Apparently, Argilla's hair made him think of it—it's perfect for her! Because the first thing you do when seeing a person wet from head to toe (and still trying to dry off) is to offer them ice cream—
Ah. Regardless though, she takes it with a tilt of her head. She's supposed to eat it, she assumes, but it almost feels like it's going to fall off if she moves or touches it the wrong way. Besides, is it...looking at her?
...
The local goes on to explain something or other about the shape of the ice cream, about how it was specially made in the spirit of the Fisholympics which just took place-- but she's really looking for an excuse to leave and explore more.
Come to her rescue?
...Or don't. Whatever. She'll quietly leave eventually—]
When: Sometime during the day
Where: Near the Plaza, though she's wandered away from it a bit
Style: Whichever, but starting in brackets.
Status: Open!
["Welcome to Vatheon. Welcome to Vatheon! Welcome, to Vatheon—"
The name of this place is about the only thing Argilla's been able to get so far, since she woke up here. That, and a towel, although she isn't necessarily sure what she should do with it until she sees the other newcomers using them. Being wet doesn't really bother her, after all, nor the torn and charred clothing—just as long as the dash of orange is still visible on her skirt, which it definitely is. Even the pain she'd initially felt is slowly subsiding, which she's been told is something she can thank the Coral for after she touched it. That large structure at the center of the city...
But other things hold her interest at the moment—like where this place is and how she got here, so she's slowly exploring. She at least hopes this means they were successful, her and Roland; but she accepts that it's probably unlikely she'd ever find out now.
She'd made her decision. And now...somehow she's living with it.]
Hmm? What is this?
It's...cold.
[It's just about then that she passes by what appears to be an ice cream shop, where a local stops her to offer her a free cone of ice cream. Apparently, Argilla's hair made him think of it—it's perfect for her! Because the first thing you do when seeing a person wet from head to toe (and still trying to dry off) is to offer them ice cream—
Ah. Regardless though, she takes it with a tilt of her head. She's supposed to eat it, she assumes, but it almost feels like it's going to fall off if she moves or touches it the wrong way. Besides, is it...looking at her?
...
The local goes on to explain something or other about the shape of the ice cream, about how it was specially made in the spirit of the Fisholympics which just took place-- but she's really looking for an excuse to leave and explore more.
Come to her rescue?
...Or don't. Whatever. She'll quietly leave eventually—]
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((ooc: what flavor did she get, btw? Just so I know so Rinoa can figure it out XD))
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She'll wait patiently though, to see what she thinks of it.]
((ooc: I was going for orange-- maybe orange sherbert would work? |D sorry if i was unclear))
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[Rinoa grabs it from Argilla and takes a few small licks. There's a moment's pause as she lets the flavor sit in her mouth, trying to identify it. Then it dawns on her.]
Oh, it's orange. Like orange sherbert. Makes the most sense, actually.
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She watches Rinoa finish her taste testing, though she isn't nearly so worried about the ice cream enough to ask for it back right away. She simply tilts her head curiously.]
Sherbert?
[What might that be?]
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[Oh yeah, she still has the cone. Handing it back to Argilla now.]
It's pretty yummy.
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And she takes it to her lips and resumes eating, as if nothing happened. She nods though, seeming satisfied with the answer.]
So it is.
[Orange sherbert... she'll remember that.
And they continue walking for a bit longer before she notices the green of many trees in the distance. Is that...a forest?]
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She's surprised when the forest pops up before them, if only because they had been walking faster than expected.]
There's the forest. The base is inside. It's not too much farther now.
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But she digresses.
It was a pleasant walk, even if it was quicker than expected, so she nods. And it isn't as if Rinoa has to leave right away.
...In fact. If she's part of the Tribe...]
Have you been staying with us?
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Actually, no, I don't. I was in my own place when I was taken into the Tribe. I think it might work better if we weren't all in one place. If something happens to the Base for whatever reason, at least the others would have a place to go. My house is big enough to fit everyone in temporarily, although it'd be pretty cramped.
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Nevertheless, she nods.]
It's good to take precaution. And cramped or not, I'm sure we would be appreciative, if it came to that.
[There's a pause though, as she thinks about it, and she quickly adds:]
...Though hopefully, it won't.
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[Rinoa spots the area up ahead where the base is. She can see the garden, and -]
...They still haven't patched up the hole on the second floor?
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Although all things considered, Argilla doesn't look to concerned about it. They've...lived in worse, even with that hole there.]
How did that happen?
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[Rinoa could guess easily who was involved in that fight, but all she knows is that Serph wasn't there, which is likely why things blew up like they did.]
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And speaking of the garden, Argilla sees it now, eyes widened. Orange colored roses adorn the doors as well, though she'll visit the garden first before going further. She doesn't mention anything else about the hole just yet, but she does take the information to heart.]
The garden isn't wrecked anymore, at least.
[There's a smile on her face as she bends down, as if to check on the flowers. She's never seen them so beautiful, not even the ones they sold to Johnny at various Mad Marts.]
And we do take our territory quite seriously.
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[Junkyardians had their priorities, she supposes. The flowers really are pretty, though, and she's glad to see some repairs had been made.]
Ah...ha. Yeah, I've noticed. And so did the guy who wandered in here by the end of that skirmish. Afterwards Serph made a post on the network reminding people about it. Hopefully it won't happen again. No one got killed, luckily, but-
And oh, that reminds me. I don't know if you've heard yet, but death works differently here. Basically, you don't stay dead.
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She's listening to Rinoa and nods to agree, because she would hate to have to deal with something like that in such a peaceful place. But then she suddenly looks surprised.]
Don't...stay dead?
[The dead rise to the clouds and fall again as rain. This is always what they believed; the nature of death isn't permanent, but...what Rinoa seems to be referring to something different entirely.]
So that's why--
[Why she's here. Why Serph is here, is that it? Because...death isn't permanent, they were both able to find refuge here?
...This doesn't explain the presence of the others, but either way, it's something to think about. She cuts herself off there, though, because she doesn't see the need to discuss her death or his at the moment.]
Do you speak from experience?
[Please say no.]
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So that's why...? [She can't help but ask, even if she is better off not knowing.] I don't get how it works or what does it, but people come back in time.
Oh, no! Not me. I talked to someone who knew people who had died here, though.
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Unfortunately, this also means she won't be answering Rinoa. Not unless she asks directly what she meant, and even then...
...Well. Argilla's just glad she's moved instead, answering her question. She looks contemplative as she absorbs the information.]
I honestly am not sure whether this is good or bad.
[That people come back.
Death being impermanent wasn't meant to be anything like this...]
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It's strange, but it's nice to know if something happens to your friends, they'll be okay in a few days. We have some... bad people here, ones who aren't afraid to hurt others. So it's a defense against someone just going on a mass killing spree or something equally as horrible.
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...She doesn't even want to think about that. The fact that they might still have to devour in such a peaceful place...
That's something she'll have to talk to Serph about, or anyone else afflicted with the same curse as her. Rinoa... she doesn't have to know, and Argilla will hope that she doesn't already.]
I understand. Even in peace, there will always be people set out to ruin it.
[...People like Bat. Like Mick. Like the Karma City soldiers who wanted to spread this horrible disease...]
...But thank you, for telling me.
[It's something she'll be keeping in mind, definitely.]
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No problem.
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Shall we go inside?
[She's eager to see who is waiting, personally...although she's a bit more apprehensive than she'd intended.]