OPEN/MINGLE — SMASHING GARDENS

[fujin]

[ Meanwhile, in the middle of the desert......

What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immoveable object? Who knows. This is more like two old, rusted Chevys trading flirting touches at low speeds. Galbadia Garden and Balamb Garden are careening into one another in a way that some of you might find all too familiar.

Maybe this happened years ago for you, maybe it hasn't happened yet, maybe you had no business being in these crazy hoverships in the first place, but regardless. You're here now and it's time to brace for impact. This one will be an even bigger problem, because there's no one at the helm of these ships. It's as if they've developed a will of their own and driven themselves into one another, sending both vessels careening into the boiling sands below.

Luckily, these things are as hardy as they are ancient. They'll both need new paint jobs and extracurricular activities will be out of the question for some time, but when the dust clears, everything is mostly intact. The Gardens will fly again. Someday.

Anyway, this is your chance to mingle somewhere that isn't Midgar. Both Gardens are smushed together, accessible through Galbadia Garden's basketball court. Maybe you want to organize a search and rescue. Or start doing damage assessment and making repairs. Maybe you wanna do some figure skating on the definitely not demon-infested hockey rink. Whatever you want, congrats, you're not in Midgar anymore. ]

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[petitepistol]

[Elena wasn't exactly expecting a student with a head wound thrust under her nose but you know, the more the merrier. She barely bats an eye at the brisk way she's ordered, just shoves the materia at the girl and waits for the gentle energies to wash over as it leaves her and closes the jagged wound.]

Okay. Okay, this should do it...head wounds bleed a lot, but still, it's better to just nip this in the bud.

[it doesn't take long, and though there's a bit of a mark leftover and blood is truly everywhere it looks a lot better. Sitting back to look at her work, Elena offers the girl a smile, then levels it at Fujin]

It'll be fine! Just rest a bit, no more exciting stuff for today and you'll be alright.

[fujin]

[ Seriously. What the hell is that thing?

First thing's first. Fujin spins the (already dizzy) girl around and checks her over, like she's reviewing answers on a test. Elena passes, apparently, because she immediately drops her hands away from the girl and demands: ]

WALK?

[ The girl nods, and scurries over to a forming crescent of crowded students. Two of them immediately reach out to steady her.

Fujin rounds on Elena, thrusting a finger at the orb in her hand. ]

EXPLAIN.

[petitepistol]

[well at least her bedside manner is...exactly like her giving orders manner? so it isn't just Elena, thank goodness.

still a little taken aback, it takes her a second and then she's off--]

Oh, it's materia-- magic created using the energy of the planet that's used to do all kinds of things: heal, attack, things like that. Many are elemental-- And also knights and deities sometimes?

[it Be like that] What kind of magic do you guys have here? Uh..where you're from?

[fujin]

[ What? This isn't normal where you come from? Because yeah, no, it's not normal here either.

Fujin freezes at the word 'knight.' Her eyes dart all around, like Elena's just spoken some kind of forbidden word. ]

PARA-MAGIC.

[ She says it like a correction. Because it is. Only one woman in the world can wield magic-magic, and if she's here, then they have a Big Problem.

She wonders, though. Lifts her hand up, focuses on the orb of materia like it's a draw point. Tendrils of purple streak around her fingers, but—nothing. Nothing happens.

Her brows draw low. ]

NAME.

[petitepistol]

[oh that's an interesting reaction. usually 'knights' has a completely different outlook-- noble and true or maybe even some yawns. but that was a flash of anxiety there. hm.

she just watches Fujin examine her materia]

Mine, or the cure materia or...? Cause mine's Elena. [maybe she meant the materia though?? well, still.] What's your name?

[fujin]

[ Fujin's operating under the assumption that that much would be a given. It never occurs to her that the ball might have a name. What is there, a tiny pocket monster inside? Now she's left to wonder. ]

FUJIN.

[ She stands up straight and offers Elena the customary Garden salute. Not that she thinks Elena is affiliated, but some habits die hard.

And yeah, that isn't her real name, obviously, but unless she's pressed, that's what Elena gets. ]

ELENA.

[ She repeats the name thoughtfully. ]

FROM WHERE?

[petitepistol]

[okay that makes sense, duh, Elena-- and she gives a quick, snappy little salute in return]

Nice to meet you, Fujin-- uh, despite all this. [what a weird situation...oh well. it happens...to them. only to them]

I'm from Midgar, on Gaia. A long way away from here, probably...