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bravenewworld2014-05-17 12:30 pm
actsmagnificent) wrote in bravenewworld2014-05-17 12:30 pm
003 // Action + Video
[ The city is burning.
Strange, then, that Haruka can't hear any screams. She can't hear anything, in fact - it's as if the world has gone utterly silent in preparation for its inevitable end. Buildings crumble unnaturally, from the ground up, and she can see the waves of fire spreading, heading towards the populace, frozen in time - she struggles to move and can't, even as the flames near a clump of civilians, near a girl with pigtails, no, not her, for some reason not her -
And then she wakes up in a cold sweat, scattering Sewaddle from where he'd fallen asleep on her chest; he curls up into a ball and rolls off the bed. The dreams have never been that vivid before. She's never had that kind of detail. Does that mean something's about to happen, or....what's going on....?
It's then she notices her hands are shaking, not from fear but some kind of heady mix of adrenaline and - power, isn't it, she feels stronger despite what she just witnessed. Her breath is still coming short from the dream, but Haruka feels a grin tugging her lips. Something's happened, all right. And if something else is going to happen - she's become more prepared for it. ]
[ Apologies to anyone who might happen to be up and about near the Divine Theater compound already. Extra apologies to anyone who lives around there and was trying to get some sleep. A newly-evolved Haruka (looking just about the same, but a bit broader about the shoulders and even more inexplicably stunning) has just decided to test her new powers by punching the ground in the outside courtyard.
Every building on the property shook, and now there's a huge crater. ] ...well, that answers that question.
[ Union really does have an Earthquake problem, huh. ]
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The Union Divine Theater would like to reassure the populace that this morning's events were an anomaly. We're testing effects for our new show. [ Okay, so this isn't exactly an explicit apology, or an admission she was in the wrong. But Haruka's making up for the inconvenience with an extremely attractive smile, so isn't that okay? ] It'll be stunning.
Strange, then, that Haruka can't hear any screams. She can't hear anything, in fact - it's as if the world has gone utterly silent in preparation for its inevitable end. Buildings crumble unnaturally, from the ground up, and she can see the waves of fire spreading, heading towards the populace, frozen in time - she struggles to move and can't, even as the flames near a clump of civilians, near a girl with pigtails, no, not her, for some reason not her -
And then she wakes up in a cold sweat, scattering Sewaddle from where he'd fallen asleep on her chest; he curls up into a ball and rolls off the bed. The dreams have never been that vivid before. She's never had that kind of detail. Does that mean something's about to happen, or....what's going on....?
It's then she notices her hands are shaking, not from fear but some kind of heady mix of adrenaline and - power, isn't it, she feels stronger despite what she just witnessed. Her breath is still coming short from the dream, but Haruka feels a grin tugging her lips. Something's happened, all right. And if something else is going to happen - she's become more prepared for it. ]
[ Apologies to anyone who might happen to be up and about near the Divine Theater compound already. Extra apologies to anyone who lives around there and was trying to get some sleep. A newly-evolved Haruka (looking just about the same, but a bit broader about the shoulders and even more inexplicably stunning) has just decided to test her new powers by punching the ground in the outside courtyard.
Every building on the property shook, and now there's a huge crater. ] ...well, that answers that question.
[ Union really does have an Earthquake problem, huh. ]
[ video ]
The Union Divine Theater would like to reassure the populace that this morning's events were an anomaly. We're testing effects for our new show. [ Okay, so this isn't exactly an explicit apology, or an admission she was in the wrong. But Haruka's making up for the inconvenience with an extremely attractive smile, so isn't that okay? ] It'll be stunning.
that works every time!
[ World Shaking, get in the pen. Haruka twitches her head in the proper direction, and the Rhyhorn lumbers in their wake, stomping on a rock as he passes it without understanding quite why he's upset. It's because he didn't get a run, isn't it. Fine. She'll take him out again later. ]
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Michiru follows along, leaning in a bit.]
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The Rhyhorn racing storage room here in the Habitat is a narrow changing-room-type space hidden in a fake rock, to keep up the Ground level's motif. It isn't as nice as the one at the racetrack, but a small storage locker is all anybody really needs here anyway.
And the one labeled "Tenoh" has remained untouched. Haruka unhooks the lock and passes Michiru a Potion; there's a bench here if you want to sit down again. ] Here. Pardon the cramped quarters.
[ Have you been back here before? ]
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Michiru has probably taken a peek inside, but hasn't exactly spent any amount of time in here - it's less cramped to wait for you outside.
She'll take a seat and the Potion with a murmur of thanks. At least there's nobody else in here, she thinks wryly as she unbuttons her blouse and carefully slides her arm out. Yup. The back of her shoulder is bruised, a bit scraped up, and there's that tightness of skin as it's starting to swell. Good thing the spray Potion has disinfectant in it.
Hm. Awkward angle. She'll hand it back to Haruka.] Help me?
[as for her shirt, she'll probably just get rid of it later, considering how the sleeve is torn up. Unless Sewaddle wants fabric to practice making little clothes out of it.]
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Haruka blinks at the question - she'd been distracted by assessing the damage (or maybe just looking at Michiru's body, who knows.) She sighs with a smile. ] As milady wishes.
[ Spritz spritz. This will sting a little, but it'll help. And she's holding that shirt fabric so gently away from where she's working, too. ] ....I'm sorry.
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And maybe pretend to be a Roserade sometimes.That just gets a smile. Don't apologize, sting or otherwise.
And hah.] Itching to put on another play, Haruka?
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[ Says the woman who gets cast as the same darn part every darn time. But that's okay, since it makes performing all the easier. Even when she has to sing, they all spew the same sort of nonsense.
Here, we should let this seep in and air-dry while it starts taking effect. Haruka reaches into her locker to grab a hand towel to dab off the excess. What else can she do to make it better~? ]
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Apparently, I'm good at it. [or maybe Bass is.]
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You do give off a certain air...
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Do I now?
[do go on]
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[ Even looking like that. Even if she just sprayed a Potion on you. ] I can't imagine there's a hero who'd ever stand up to that.
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Haruka. [you sap. Despite all that, she'll lean in to steal a kiss.
...Salt. Hah.]
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A little sappiness isn't bad now and then, either, if it leads to results like this. Haruka will kiss your shoulder better by kissing your lips.
It makes sense somehow. ]
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Still, her mood seems to have lightened a bit, if the way she's eyeing your wet clothes is any indication. Some self-congratulations are in order, really.]
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[ She's got at least one jumpsuit shoved into that locker, so drying these clothes off isn't completely necessary. But... ]
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I think you're going to need a bigger towel. [for whatever you were implying]
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[ The other eye closes. Clearly she is too cool to feel like a puppy just because she's getting her hair rubbed. Clearly. ]
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Were you? [will she get a show?
Michiru slowly rotates her shoulder. Mm, feeling better already.]
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[ Haruka stands. Curse her undeniable smoothness: she's covered your head with a towel recently, and has no intention of repeating the same move so soon. Otherwise she could blind you as she fetches her change of clothing (and, come to think of it, this had been here the day you tossed her in the pool....well, water under the bridge).
Guess she'll have to make do. Haruka shakes out the jumpsuit with one hand while beginning to undo buttons with the other. Excellent. It's in that certain shade of mustard that only she thinks looks good. ]
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[she'll lean back, arm across her torso and hand at her chin.
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At least she can work this color.Haruka grins. If she happens to toss those newly-dried bangs a bit too much, or shrugs off her shirt a bit too dramatically, maybe you're imagining things. ] Did you want to change too?[ She's got...what has she got. Oh, this one's blue. You can stand blue, right? Even in an oversized Rhyhorn racing jumpsuit? It's even got "Tenoh" stitched across the back. Past Haruka had a bad habit of keeping all her stuff all over the place so she never actually had to remember to bring anything. ]
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it's a small mercy, at least.Imagining things or not, she's still rather appreciative of those effects. Somebody has a flair for the dramatics, protestations or not.
Eyebrow raise. She'll take it, though she's holding it in front of her in quiet contemplation. Dirt or jumpsuit? Dirt or jumpsuit? Which is worse?
Finally, she bites back a grimace and stands up, shrugging out of her ruined blouse and stepping out of her skirt. She'll put on the jumpsuit without comment, but she immediately starts rolling up the sleeves and pantlegs. Sigh.]
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Still, she's stepping into her own pant legs soon enough. ] You're going to break a bunch of hearts. Everybody out there will want you to ride them.
[ You look so good in the jumpsuit, and everything....but she's never expected Michiru to fully understand her passion for all things Rhyhorn, and that's okay. It's a part of her life, just like the swimming and the violin are parts of Michiru's. ]
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She's back to looking amused.] Are you sure you're not just speaking for yourself?
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She raps once on the locker, then turns around. ] Ready to brave the gauntlet?
[ She's exaggerating. Not all Rhyhorn are bright enough to associate the jumpsuits with racing. (Some Rhyhorn don't even understand clothes.) ]
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