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Kanade Tachibana 「立華奏, Tachibana Kanade」 ([personal profile] clumsyangel) wrote in [community profile] featherdown2013-06-08 10:15 pm

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[There is a silver-haired girl kneeling in the gardens, wearing a sunhat, and gently patting down the soil. It's impossible to hear her from afar, but the movements of her lips suggest she's speaking... to the plants and earth, it seems, as there's really no one else there for her to be speaking to.

Care to give her company?]
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[personal profile] whysocirrus 2013-06-08 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Girls talking to flowers, people talking to themselves - yeah, there's nothing there that really trips any of his This is Weird alarms.

Instead, this potentially unwelcome, heavy-booted, and not exactly graceful-stepping garden intruder has chosen to focus on the things actually growing along those neatly cultivated rows. Some still only have flowers blooming on them, and a few of the common, wilder plants he recognizes (some berries, some herbs - though he couldn't name the latter individually on pain of death no matter how many times Tifa has tried to explain them to him beyond "edible" and "not"). But the ones already heavy with their fairly respectable crop of (fruit? vegetables?) ... stuff are giving him trouble.

He thinks he once or twice saw his mother cutting up some of these when he was a kid, and he might've once mistaken those for Razor Weeds at a market, but most of it's just a foggy impression of recognition, if anything, that floats to the surface of his (very, deeply serious) thoughts as he picks his way semi-carefully up through the patch.

Skirting away from the diligent gardener in the middle, naturally (though not so far that his shadow doesn't cross her line of sight). She seems busy.

Or maybe he's just waiting for her conversation to come to a natural close. ]
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[personal profile] whysocirrus 2013-06-08 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's not visibly bothered by the comment about his hair - if there was a time when he was gonna be, it's long since passed - or the lack of inflection other than that stony sincerity in her tone. (And at only 5'7", he's in no position to look down on her authority for her height.)

Something mildly sheepish does bloom in his expression as he takes a half-step back, hand dragging through his hair as he shakes his head. No, not a student (though he still looks nearly young enough for it). No, not particularly troubled. ]


Just looking. [ A pause, and then, with a cursory glance around: ] Is this a school?
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[personal profile] whysocirrus 2013-06-08 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not dead.

[ Or he isn't, now, or he won't be for long - this type of thing, maybe it's happened before a little too often. ] And I'm not an NPC.

[ Whatever that is. He can only shrug, and stick to the assumption.

The shock in his expression is limited (and more, maybe, at the thought of a school full of dead kids, which isn't high up there on the scale of things that are generally acceptable); there's more confusion warranted by an explanation like that.

But, knowing he won't be here forever, that the time to drift back to where he does belong or somewhere else entirely, he keeps his questions to just the truly important stuff. ]


Yeah, [ he says, nodding and pointing to something particularly odd-looking that's reddish and growing a row away from the one he's standing in. ] What's this?
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[personal profile] whysocirrus 2013-06-08 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He gives the vegetables in question a last, scrutinizing look, faintly luminescent blue eyes narrowing a bit as he studies the tops of those reddish, bulbous things poking up out of the ground. They look a little like Krakka Greens, though the leaves are wrong - but he's sure he knows the name (turnip sounds familiar, that's right).

As for her offer, though, he simply shakes his head again and opens his hands in one more noncommittal shrug. ]
Can't cook.

[ And he's got an idea that taking things back with him won't be an easy possibility, if he's to find himself inclined at all. ]

Which ones can you eat raw?
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[personal profile] whysocirrus 2013-06-09 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I know carrots. [ At the very least. They're a little too common even for him to have forgotten, though they also resemble a certain kind of green. (And it's probably sad that he can tell each of those by name on sight, but not the human-appropriate equivalents, not that he'd know from that.)

Still, he accepts the offering as graciously as possible after her slightly startling display. He's never seen anyone do quite that - but it's mostly the showy flash of light that unsettles him. Unusual body modifications aren't that uncommon, in his experience.

Looking the carrot studiously over, he dusts a little more dirt off of it - then takes a bite off the end and chews thoughtfully. It's not that bad. His mouth is still half full as he speaks. ]
How'd you do that?
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[personal profile] whysocirrus 2013-06-09 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He lifts a shoulder in an even more apathetic imitation of his habitual shrug, and continues eating the unwashed carrot. The food in Midgar's probably worse for his health than a little dirt (he's eaten plenty and worse in a fight, he's sure).

Her next question merits actually swallowing his food, clearly, so he digs up the remnants of the good manners his mother taught him only about a thousand years ago and nods as he finishes his latest bite. ]


Got no reason to.

[ Like the rest of him, it's a little rough, but essentially well-meant. Why would he tell? She's the only one he's spoken to, here, and she's been nice enough, so far. ]
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[personal profile] whysocirrus 2013-06-09 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ (Computer software?)

Luckily he doesn't know enough to question it further - and probably wouldn't want to, either way, after that explanation. Tacitly accepting the weird parts of life (which are normal, really, by now) is a lot easier than interrogating them when they don't need to be.

The other bit, though - about the other students - that bothers him even more than shows (and it does, leaking through his muted neutrality all at once instead of by increments). ]


I'm sorry, [ he says, quick and quiet and easy to brush off or ignore. Not acknowledging it at all just feels wrong, but he doesn't intend to prod at any sore spots, either.

Casting another glance around the garden, he turns the remaining half of carrot over in his hand idly and eyes the rows of recognizable and unrecognizable vegetation. ]
Lots of places. Seen most of the world, I guess.

Our world, anyway.
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[personal profile] whysocirrus 2013-06-09 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bribery by food isn't a bad plan, actually. He's hungrier than he was when he stepped into the green patch, he thinks, and never turning down a (more or less) free meal is practically a virtue of the day-to-day traveler.

But he'll probably talk, regardless. He's not really a chatty guy (never will be), but he's gotten used to telling stories, of a sort, over the past year or so. ]


Sure. (Why not?) What... Kind of place do you want to know about?
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[personal profile] whysocirrus 2013-06-10 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I dunno.

[ He's got a few least favorites, but actually picking someplace he liked better than the rest is harder than he would've thought. He thinks for a moment, instead, what kind of place would you tell a kid about?

That answer is a little easier to come across, as he finds a spot to sit with his new collection of vegetables. ]


How about the Gold Saucer? Where I'm from, there's a huge amusement park in the middle of the desert. That's the place.
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[personal profile] whysocirrus 2013-06-10 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
All of them. [ He shrugs. Aren't you supposed to ride all of them?

In any case. ]


There's a roller coaster, and a gondola that circles the whole place. When the fireworks go off, it's hard to see the view, though.

Mostly what they have is arcade games. Racing and fighting, too.
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[personal profile] whysocirrus 2013-06-10 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a tram that takes people there. Next town over. It's always crowded.

[ Even if that town's pretty much the literal shitheap - but he won't say that, because that's a pretty crummy thing to say.

He lifts a shoulder, again. The gesture is more like punctuation or an involuntary tick, now. ]


The coaster's okay. Not really my style. There's a shooting game you play on it, too, though. That's better.
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[personal profile] whysocirrus 2013-06-10 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Not really.

[ If he'd been thinking about it, he would have realized that was a pretty cruel thing to say - given the situation she described, before. But a little plastic ray gun that shoots nothing but harmless lasers at holograms doesn't strike him as anything similar.

When things go sour, he doesn't seem to notice, still eating with the same casual air as he looks more at the garden than her. ]


But I get... Motion sick, kind of. It's just a dumb kiddy game, but it gives you something to focus on.
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[personal profile] whysocirrus 2013-06-10 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ (Had? Huh?)

Oh yeah. She's dead.

That does get another sidelong glance out of him, silent and considering. It sounds too ordinary an ailment for her (already, he's decided, that's the case), but don't kids her age (and younger) die of ordinary causes all the time?

He wonders briefly if they all come here, or to similar places, too - but the thought dismisses itself as politely and swiftly as the rest of his deeper concerns about here. The where's not his, after all. Just a pit stop for the afternoon.

He shakes his head as the reverie breaks. ]


You don't have to. This stuff's fine.
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[personal profile] whysocirrus 2013-06-26 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ ...It's the liar, obviously. Even Cloud has enough moral high ground left over to see the clear answer to that, though it's more out of empathy than pity that he decides not to put up a fight.

Nobody would've been polite enough to make up an excuse for avoiding him, back then. ]


Fine. I'll come back for these. [ And he sets aside his collection of vegetables, dusting off his hands in the process, because carrying them around with no pack to stuff them all into is not a fun prospect. (He doesn't juggle well.) ]
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[personal profile] whysocirrus 2013-06-26 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ While she looks back at him, he's looking around the place. It's nothing like the only (shabby, one-room) school he's ever personally seen the inside of, and strangely clean, in terms of architecture.

He only stops with the tourist-style goggling when she addresses him, again. ]


No. [ Not if he can help it, at least. He doesn't know the rules of this place any more than he does the rules of his temporary stay, and it's just as likely he'll disappear without warning as it must've been that he appeared at all.

But he's planning to make an attempt, just the same. ]


...I didn't catch your name. [ And if she's buying him lunch, it's probably prudent to know. ]
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[personal profile] whysocirrus 2013-06-26 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Cloud.

[ It's significantly less of a mouthful. ]