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

[booyaka_boom]

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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[immoralflame]

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.

[booyaka_boom]

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.

[immoralflame]

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."

[booyaka_boom]

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?"

[immoralflame]

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.

[booyaka_boom]

"'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?"

[immoralflame]

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.

[booyaka_boom]

"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.

[immoralflame]

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?

[booyaka_boom]

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."