[after leaving the transport pad, Vanille explores. maybe she's looking for her friends, maybe it's her natural curiosity taking hold, maybe it's avoidance of things she'll have to consider about the situation. whatever it is, it leads her all over the base, through the nooks and crannies and probably into things she has no business getting into. she looks bright and cheerful, and will offer a friendly wave and a smile to anyone she comes across, regardless of how receptive to happiness they look.
she stops every so often to examine things unfamiliar to her, bent over and squinting, tilting her head from side to side.]
Hmm... I wonder what this does...
b.
[eventually all that exploring finds Vanille back in the observatory, forehead against the window, looking up at the stars. she's calm now, quiet, thoughts turned inward. the fingers of one hand brush idly against the weapon fastened at her lower back, a sort of branched metal wand.
it's not the first time she's woken up in an unfamiliar place, drafted into a war she wants no part of. at least this time someone had been kind enough to explain things to her, but if there's anything she's learned about war, it's that no side is the right side, that everyone involved might just be afraid of something they don't understand.
she doesn't want to be here. she'd finally found a way to atone for her sins, to save the people she had been tasked to doom. she had found a measure of peace asleep in that glittering crystal spire, and losing the promise of that tranquil eternity makes her heart ache. it's only compounded by the worry that flares up suddenly, like cold hands that ghost along her spine - what happens to cocoon if she's no longer holding up the pillar that cradles the world?
there's a strong urge to cry, and then to run until she forgets that she is afraid and alone in a place she doesn't know, that her being here might have ruined a world she and fang gave themselves to protect. but she had promised herself, had promised everyone, that she wouldn't run away anymore. there's nothing to do but be brave and try to find a way back.
she nods to herself, determined, and breathes out slowly against the glass to draw shapes in the fog.]
oerba dia vanille | ota
[after leaving the transport pad, Vanille explores. maybe she's looking for her friends, maybe it's her natural curiosity taking hold, maybe it's avoidance of things she'll have to consider about the situation. whatever it is, it leads her all over the base, through the nooks and crannies and probably into things she has no business getting into. she looks bright and cheerful, and will offer a friendly wave and a smile to anyone she comes across, regardless of how receptive to happiness they look.
she stops every so often to examine things unfamiliar to her, bent over and squinting, tilting her head from side to side.]
Hmm... I wonder what this does...
b.
[eventually all that exploring finds Vanille back in the observatory, forehead against the window, looking up at the stars. she's calm now, quiet, thoughts turned inward. the fingers of one hand brush idly against the weapon fastened at her lower back, a sort of branched metal wand.
it's not the first time she's woken up in an unfamiliar place, drafted into a war she wants no part of. at least this time someone had been kind enough to explain things to her, but if there's anything she's learned about war, it's that no side is the right side, that everyone involved might just be afraid of something they don't understand.
she doesn't want to be here. she'd finally found a way to atone for her sins, to save the people she had been tasked to doom. she had found a measure of peace asleep in that glittering crystal spire, and losing the promise of that tranquil eternity makes her heart ache. it's only compounded by the worry that flares up suddenly, like cold hands that ghost along her spine - what happens to cocoon if she's no longer holding up the pillar that cradles the world?
there's a strong urge to cry, and then to run until she forgets that she is afraid and alone in a place she doesn't know, that her being here might have ruined a world she and fang gave themselves to protect. but she had promised herself, had promised everyone, that she wouldn't run away anymore. there's nothing to do but be brave and try to find a way back.
she nods to herself, determined, and breathes out slowly against the glass to draw shapes in the fog.]