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Someone Give The Girl a Hug [or a Fight] Already

Who: Selphie and Anyone Else
When: Afternoon
Where: Park!
Style: Whatever you want you get.
Status: Open Sesame Street

Selphie was counting down the number of close friends that she had left. Think of all your friends, think of the people here who want to help you, that's the kind of things that people said to those who had a friend return home. That's almost what Guy had said to her when Kenshin left. Sure. And one of those few friends who had tried to help was back home. Disappeared. Gone - and Cain had been so helpful to her, and so friendly too. He was the first person in a very long time to open their doors to her, to treat her like a wanted guest.

This time, Selphie's energy is channelled into sheer anger, at the lovely park, of all places. If Vatheon was a person, Selphie would have slaughtered them. As it was, she has drawn a shaky outline of a human figure on a tree in the park, and has started directing heavy blows at it with her nunchaku. The young woman is getting so worked up that the occasional burst of fire appears - enough to burn the bark for just a moment. Here's hoping she doesn't start a forest fire.

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Honestly? It's something to do, at this point. But not being able to readily switch back to thinking would be what Sol called "stupid". Didn't matter where you were, shit could happen and thinking on the fly was something anyone needed to be ready to do at a moment's notice. But he also would be cranky at the time of saying as much, so maybe it'd be one of those times to take what he said with a grain of salt.

"Don't think you'd be able t'do that much damage," he huffed, distantly amused at the exchange. Unless a spell carried and, y'know, spread everywhere. Pain in the ass. "What're you accomplish'n? Tree can't fight back, so yer not gonna get any better; not changin' anythin' but the scenery, which is worthless. So?"

He might call that stupid. A lot of others would call that stupid too. In a real battle, she might be more careful about keeping her wits about her. But at the point that Sol found her, Selphie was too busy concentrating on getting those angry feelings gone.

She visibly bristled at his comment on the damage that she may or may not be able to do. It always hurt to be underestimated. Selphie folded her arms, the chain crossed in front of her. Who the hell was this guy? "It's helping me feel better. Is that so bad? What am I supposed to do, start fighting you instead?"

Really, it was more commentary on the kind of force she's been using, magic just weak enough. Not enough data to draw overall conclusions. Then again, Sol's view hadn't escaped the slant it'd taken on, seeing most people as weak by comparison.

"Senseless destruction makes y'feel better, huh." Because what was it other than that? Kids. "Wonder how much't says 'bout ya." He paused, considering the rest of her words, and eventually shrugged. It'd be annoying and it still wouldn't accomplish anything (wasted energy and effort really was on his list of things to not do around him), but maybe she reminded him vaguely of someone or two. "Y'd be in luck; sword's not with me."

Okay, so that was really wasn't the kind of thing that Selphie had wanted to hear. That..just didn't seem fair. And, given how upset she was in the first place, it took all of her willpower not to run away. She had to not look upset, so instead she scowled with all her might.

"It's not senseless... it's - but... It's better than - it's better -" Better than taking anything out on herself, better than letting herself admit that she's upset.

Selphie kept up the scowl, folding her arms tightly across her chest, "Well. That's good. Because. You'd be in trouble. So...there."

Kid, ain't nothin' fair in life. And damned if she didn't remind him more and more of someone he knew--steel yourself at everything, and if neutrality fails? Go with anger. Snap. Lash out. Don't fall apart. The thought almost made him shake his head. Stubborn shits.

"That so." At least admitting she was upset would start the process. Productive course. Can't take that, though, can she? Just like the kid.

Sol reached up to brace the back of his neck, popping it to either side before letting his hand fall heavily.

"Oh?" Not very convincing, Selphie, but that smirk might slowly have shifted some iota towards a grin.

"Yes. That is so. Otherwise I wouldn't have said it, would I?" Because of course, Selphie knows exactly what she's talking about, and of course she knows exactly what is good for her too. Which is why she's setting fire to trees.

Selphie watched him pop his neck, and narrowed her eyes slightly. She recognised that as a warning for a fight. Instinctually, as much as anything else, her own stance tense, her feet firmer on the ground and her hands tight around her nunchaku. "Yeah, oh."

Setting fire to trees is definitely the best way to handle it, of course. Who would ever think otherwise? Oh, right: anyone with a brain.

"Sounds more like denyin' somethin' than bein' sure, since y'never actually said anythin'." Care to prove him wrong?

Could be a warning, or could be Sol's confidence and the fact that popping his neck was just a habit. Hard to tell. The change in Selphie's carriage didn't escape his notice, but he didn't budge in turn.

"Meant without my sword, be adverse t'usin' any magic. Handicap in yer favour, kid."

Selphie isn't suggesting that she has much of a brain, however. So that's a good thing. Maybe?

"Uhm..." Sorry, but Selphie is just staring now because she's so confused about what's going on. In truth, she's just emotionally exhausted, and she could do with collapsing in a hidden heap for a while.

"Handicap in my favour? Well, isn't that really sweet of you?" And Selphie offered a sweet smile to match too.

She'd stumbled over answering him, never really giving him anything; not really an answer, was it? Where's the certainty in that? Sol wasn't sure if he should be amused by that or annoyed. But then, most things annoyed him, as it was.

Collapsing would be good for her, though, probably.

The rest just had Sol shaking his head, wry grin on his lips. Couldn't blame the kid, though; if he was acting half as out there as he'd been feeling (when was the last time he'd actually been this anxious about anything?), he'd probably give himself looks that amounted to the same thing.

But at least this kid had a leveller head than some others he knew.

Sol watched her for a second, expression slipping back to neutral.

"Y'look like yer 'bout t' drop."

There's so much certainty there, though, somewhere. Maybe more hidden. Selphie just isn't ready to admit to anyone what she is certain about, in terms of how she feels about things anyway.

Soon as he said it, Selphie felt that she just might suddenly drop to her knees. Using her magic here took up far more of her energy than it did at home. She watched him for a moment, trying to decide what to do - she needed to sit down before she did fall, but then that would be showing weakness, and she didn't want that.

"Drop? Ha! I don't think so." But then, fainting would be more embarrassing, so, "I could do with sitting down for a minute though. But just a minute."

Hidden under a lot of refusal or denial, or maybe just not really understanding. Sol didn't know for sure, nor did he honestly care enough to make an effort to dig it out. Even if she'd really only benefit from it.

Selphie could drop on her ass or sit gracefully, or faint, or stay standing. Sol wouldn't care. Probably move to catch her in the event of fainting because it'd be annoying to have to cart her off to a clinic he wasn't sure he trusted if she hurt herself in the process. Knowing your limits and recognizing when you hit one wasn't weakness. It was common sense.

"Sure." Don't mind the smirk, Selphie. You just remind him a lot of another stubborn someone who refuses to show "weakness" in front of others.

Selphie cleared her throat, because she had to show that she was making a definite decision. Her nunchaku were folded carefully as she glanced about her, already starting to wobble. Why did this guy have to come along when she was done and feeling weak? Couldn't he have turned up when she was full of energy? She couldn't help but feel that he would judge her for this. And yes, that mattered.

Finally she moved to walk a little way between Sol and the tree, and made a point of sitting down so that it looks like she's just making herself comfy, "So...My name's Selphie. Nice to meet you."

Judging implied he cared. Caring was not something Sol normally felt inclined to do. Only thing he did then was observe blandly, drawing brief comparisons between Selphie and others he knew and had known. Probably had that same kind of attitude when not in this state. Especially when considering the attention draw.

When she finally sat, Sol fished a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, tapping one out. He spared a glance to Selphie at her introduction, put the pack away and brought the cigarette to his mouth.

"Sol."

Came out easier than intended. He ignored that, instead catching the filter between his lips and cupping his hands around the end of the cigarette to light it with a small fire spell.

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Selphie nodded at his brief introduction with a smile, "Hi Sol. That's a nice name!" And she really did think that - she wouldn't have said it otherwise. Nor was saying that it was nice to meet him a lie either - sure, he made her think harder than most people bothered to, but he seemed nice enough.

She quirked a brow as she watched him light his cigarette, and a very amused grin spread across her lips. So he could play with fire too, huh? "Oh... I see. So I can't set fire to trees but you can set fire to twigs that you stick in your mouth?" Yes, she was deliberately being obtuse, but look at how happy she is - clearly enjoying herself.

Not something he heard usually, but she struck him as the sort to say exactly what was on her mind unless she wanted to reject it. Like just a moment ago. Sol shrugged a shoulder, though the movement was so minute, it barely qualified as one. Though if she'd called him nice to his face rather than implying it, that would have earned... Well, his usual indifference, really.

Though...

Well, if she's entertaining herself by being a brat, then far be it from him to dissuade her. He usually didn't bother, would just walk away. Tch, this place was doing something to him, and she wasn't helping matters.

"Yep."

Selphie grinned at Sol and later (when she realises that he knows Ky) she will think about the fact that neither of them talk much, and will wonder what kind of conversations the might have.

She stretched her legs out in front of her, then leaned to hold on to her toes for a minute. That would help with the aches that came with fighting the tree. So there were a few moments of silence before Selphie sat back up, "Okay, Sol, so what gets you excited? What would get you talking?"

Their conversations end up being earnestness meeting a brick wall. Every time. Or the odd bit of snapping or the meeting of magic-storing blades. Generally, there weren't "conversations". Just Ky being his brand of stubborn and Sol not giving a damn.

The silence was acceptable; Sol liked the silence. Unless he had access to his music. Selphie's chatter put an unmistakeable end to that silence. The man shifted his weight to one foot. Excitement? What got him talking? Couldn't answer the first one--very little could. Before, a new discovery. Finding the link. The gate. The theory surrounding the gate. Proving the theory. Data, assessments, tests. But not a soul left in his world with enough head on their shoulders who'd understand that.

"Shit no one gets anymore." Why not an honest answer? Even if it might be a little harder to understand around the cigarette in his mouth.

"'Shit no one gets anymore.'" It sounded so ridiculous that Selphie really just had to repeat him - maybe he'd realise how stupid it sounded when someone else said it. "Sure, Sol, that'll get you friends, just assuming no one else in the world ever doesn't 'get' stuff anymore."

Selphie grinned, teasing as she shook her head. "But ya know, we can just sit and gaze into each other's eyes in silence if ya like that much better?"

The smirk was caustic.

"Makes more sense'n you'd know, and yer assumin' I want baggage." Because frankly, he didn't care about this place. Once he got back, he wouldn't remember it anyway, if he understood the rules of this little pocket correctly. None of this mattered. "What's th'state o'yer world, kid?"

He could leave. Just hadn't yet. Didn't feel like it.

"Right. Of course. You don't want anyone getting in the way of your routine of bothering people and smoking. I understand that." Selphie grinned and shook her head.

As for his question, she pulled her nunchaku close and began to finger it carefully. "My world was...in a state of war and terrorism, I guess. The usual thing of someone posessing people and manipulating time to get what they want, ya know? But when I left, it was like we were all done with that. Ready to move on to something else." She shrugged, really not sure of what might happen next at home.

Sol arched a brow, but found his expression shifting closer to its usual degree of half-amusement rather than biting sarcasm.

"Yer jus' lucky. Usually don't give a rat's ass." And he was usually too involved in his own tasks, but between the noise and the cage, his head was getting a little out of hand.

Listening to her answer, he pulled a tighter face, almost scowling.

"Can't leave time th'fuck alone. Ain't linear an' fluidity theories, 'mong other things, persist. Doesn't mean y'should go'n mess with it." Sol pulled the cigarette from his mouth. "Enjoy th'peace." ...Now where did that come from?

Selphie offered a warm smile at that, very much amused at the change in expression, and at his excuses. "Then I guess I really am lucky today, huh?"

He was interesting to watch and listen to, actually, and his mind seemed to run pretty quickly. Fortunately, Selphie could just about keep up, "Right. Exactly. People should just leave stuff alone and...be friends."

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