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insusurro2020-06-25 10:36 pm
amnesiacesper) wrote in insusurro2020-06-25 10:36 pm
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Distressed Esper (OTA)
WHERE: Midgar
WHO: Terra Branford and you!
Prompt A - Fight scene!
Terra is acutely aware of how much she does not fit in here, in this city she’s never heard of, with technology more advanced than what she’s ever seen in the Gesthalian Empire. Her vibrantly green hair has garnered more than a few stares. One leering man asked her if the carpet matched the curtains, which earned him a confused look before she moved on without a word. Why was he asking her about home decorating? Even now, she doesn’t know, and given the way he looked at her, she’s pretty sure she’s better off not knowing.
She still doesn’t understand how she arrived here, or where “here” actually is, aside from it being a city named Midgar. Whatever it is, it’s not her world. A city this size would have almost certainly appeared on a world map. It’s frightening to think she could be so far from her friends. She’s doing her best to be brave, but she can’t shake the feeling of loneliness, or feeling adrift and purposeless. How she wishes she could see Locke, Edgar, Celes...any of the Returners! Wish as she might, they’re not here, and she is. All she can do is try to understand why and find a way home.
The bandits that show up to accost her are almost a welcome distraction. They surround her from multiple angles.
“Oh hey, never seen you around here before...that must mean you don’t know about the toll,” the ringleader drawls.
“Toll?” she arches a thin green eyebrow skeptically.
“Yeah, the one where you hand over all of your money and you don’t get hurt. See, the way things work around here is you pay…” the ringleader punches his fist into his hand loudly, “...or you pay.”
Prompt B - Attempting to shop
Terra has managed to get her hands on some gil, and it’s become very clear to her that she’s not going to be able to go home anytime in the near future. Which means she’ll need some supplies. Starting with some clothing from this world and a map. Maybe her outsider status will be a little less obvious if she dresses like a local and she knows more about the world. That, and learning more about this world at least improves her odds of finding a way back home, even if only incrementally.
Of course, that still means she has to find what she needs, and this place is so crowded and busy.
Finally, she approaches someone who looks like they know their way around.
“Um...excuse me? Can you tell me where I can find a map, and a shop that sells clothing? I’m...new to the area.”
WHO: Terra Branford and you!
Prompt A - Fight scene!
Terra is acutely aware of how much she does not fit in here, in this city she’s never heard of, with technology more advanced than what she’s ever seen in the Gesthalian Empire. Her vibrantly green hair has garnered more than a few stares. One leering man asked her if the carpet matched the curtains, which earned him a confused look before she moved on without a word. Why was he asking her about home decorating? Even now, she doesn’t know, and given the way he looked at her, she’s pretty sure she’s better off not knowing.
She still doesn’t understand how she arrived here, or where “here” actually is, aside from it being a city named Midgar. Whatever it is, it’s not her world. A city this size would have almost certainly appeared on a world map. It’s frightening to think she could be so far from her friends. She’s doing her best to be brave, but she can’t shake the feeling of loneliness, or feeling adrift and purposeless. How she wishes she could see Locke, Edgar, Celes...any of the Returners! Wish as she might, they’re not here, and she is. All she can do is try to understand why and find a way home.
The bandits that show up to accost her are almost a welcome distraction. They surround her from multiple angles.
“Oh hey, never seen you around here before...that must mean you don’t know about the toll,” the ringleader drawls.
“Toll?” she arches a thin green eyebrow skeptically.
“Yeah, the one where you hand over all of your money and you don’t get hurt. See, the way things work around here is you pay…” the ringleader punches his fist into his hand loudly, “...or you pay.”
Prompt B - Attempting to shop
Terra has managed to get her hands on some gil, and it’s become very clear to her that she’s not going to be able to go home anytime in the near future. Which means she’ll need some supplies. Starting with some clothing from this world and a map. Maybe her outsider status will be a little less obvious if she dresses like a local and she knows more about the world. That, and learning more about this world at least improves her odds of finding a way back home, even if only incrementally.
Of course, that still means she has to find what she needs, and this place is so crowded and busy.
Finally, she approaches someone who looks like they know their way around.
“Um...excuse me? Can you tell me where I can find a map, and a shop that sells clothing? I’m...new to the area.”
A
It's sickeningly easy to ease back into the notoriety that comes with the suit she shrugs into each day; it's power and its curdling fear and its respect deep, deep beneath it, from the brainwashed masses. And it's been two years.
And that timeframe does nothing to stop situations like this: a bunch of brutes ganging up on a young woman. When Elena does approach she does not say 'Got room for one more' or 'pick on someone your own size', nothing so embarrassing! What she says as she swoops in is is.
"Wow, just like my Junior prom. Boys never change, do they."
Sorry for the delay!
"What's a Junior prom?" she can't help but ask. It's an unfamiliar term.
What she does do, however, is move a little closer to the blonde. If she's going to offer her help, then Terra's going to try to watch her back in return. She draws her sword and prepares to fight.
"It's just one Turk," grumbles the ringleader, unimpressed with the hesitation his peers are showing. "Get 'em both!"
no problem!
"A prom is a big dance kids go to. They dress up really nice, get a limo, and get greasy food afterward. The Junior one is for that year in High School. It can be pretty fun even without a date."
And when all hell breaks loose with their 'dance' partners, Elena rises to meet the challenge-- fists flying towards the closest grunt.