Appointment Post

[notyourutopian]

This post here is for personal conversations which should happen but one or both of us doesn't want to put up a new post/log and thus we will just thread it out here. This can be used to thread with Saleh anytime and anywhere. This can either be in person (with action), or via the journal's call feature (voice and/or written).

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[Action, January 11th]
[Voice, June 7th]
{Written, March 7th]

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[Action, July 26th]

[crimsonblade]

[After a few weeks, Nel still didn't understand anything about what Fayt and Cliff had told her. However, she couldn't just spend time drinking and hiding in her apartment as she searched the journal for answers. Nor could she spy on the other residents of this town all the time either.

No, she needed to do something productive with her time.

So, she decided that she was going to spend some time at the village's library, looking up things about the other planets so that she didn't seem like such a backwater hick when she spoke to them.

Her conversation with Tony Stark still rankled her and she wasn't too pleased with it.

So, here she was, middle of the day, sitting at a table surrounded by books about cars, engrossed in the mechanisms that she'd never seen and probably never would.]

[Action, July 26th]

[notyourutopian]

[Despite being there for several weeks, Eleanor wasn't really 'there' in the sense other people were. She didn't really go out, she didn't socialize, and she didn't even like being outside. Someday she would get used to seeing the sky, and briefly she could manage being outside and not under anything without it freaking her out, but in general...not so much.]

[But she did like the library (and she'd taken more books from it than she was prepared to admit), but luckily she had a means of getting there without actually having to go outside. Which is why against the back wall near Nel's table, there was suddenly a noise like a gathering of air sucking itself into a point, and then a cloud of ionizing purple energy burst into life, coalescing into the teenager.]

[She was wearing a flowing, ankle-length black skirt and a simple blue button-up blouse, and she glances around until she spots Nel...sitting there. Bloody hell. At least she looks embarrassed.]

Ah...E-excuse me.

[Action, July 26th]

[crimsonblade]

[Without thinking, Nel was up and out of her chair, hands pulling out her daggers to defend herself, even as she was flipping to put the table between herself and the intruder.

She couldn't see any Runology/Symbology in play as the girl materialized before her, but she was beginning to realize that only her teammates and Leon had any idea of what that was, let alone the ability to use it.

However, that didn't mean that this...girl in front of her was safe. No, if anything, Nel had discovered that most of the residents of this strange village were dangerous in their own right.]

Who are you and how did you just appear like that without Symbology?

[Action, July 26th]

[notyourutopian]

[And Eleanor hadn't survived the battle in Inner Persephone and helping her father by being slow to react, so as soon as those daggers are out she backs into the wall and one of her pale hands comes up...and bursts into flames, gathering into a fireball above her fingers.]

I'm complicated. [Was her slightly snarky answer, but she didn't take well to having weapons pointed at her.]

Put those away. I don't want to hurt you. [There's an unspoken 'but I will if I have to' after that.]

[How long she can stay like this is arguable, as within the flame it's rather obvious the fire is burning her skin.]

[Action, July 26th]

[crimsonblade]

[Nel can see the damage that the girl is doing to herself with the fire. How in the world is she able to do that without Runology or Symbology or whatever it is that it was called? Was this one of the other types of...magic...she'd heard and read about? It didn't appear to be as...amenable to the caster as her own abilities.]

You're hardly the only complicated person in this village. And if you think you can hurt me, you're welcome to attempt it.

[Before the girl can do anything else to either herself or Nel, the redhead has already called upon the rune for ice and the needles have materialized before the girl's hand to cancel out her fire.]

If you're so worried about things, you may want to consider that you are in a highly flammable place and you've just appeared out of nowhere to an armed and dangerous person.

[Action, November 17th]

[stillplaying]

[It's become something of a regular thing for them. The girl coming over every now and then for cooking lessons, sometimes staying for meals, sometimes not. She's found it fun, reminiscent of when she first taught Prim how to cook all those years ago. Sometimes, their mother could be counted on to actually prepare a meal. Most of the time though? It had been them. Only them.

Today is no different from the other days they've met. The kitchen has food spread out on the table - a mix of root vegetables, cabbage, and a skinned rabbit Katniss had killed earlier in the day. She's ready to start the stew whenever Eleanor arrives.

Hopefully, she'll be okay with the butchering of the animal Katniss still needs to do.]

[Action, November 17th]

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor rather enjoyed cooking, even if she wasn't exactly very good at it. Years of living on processed food and fish and whatever they could scrounge from the bottom of the sea had left her with something of an undeveloped palette. But she was getting better!]

[She knocks before she comes inside, and offers Katniss a somewhat tentative smile as she looks around.]

Hello Katniss. I hope I'm not late.

[Action, November 17th]

[stillplaying]

[She had heard the knock on the door, the sound traveling through the living room to where she stood by the small table in the kitchen. She turns her head quickly, relaxing when she recognizes Eleanor's thin stature enter the room. But then again, someone out to harm her wouldn't knock. And within the kitchen, she wasn't exactly defenseless.

Life had been too peaceful lately, too easy. It only seemed like a matter of time before the odds turned away from her favor. Before life became bleak again.]

You're not late. [She holds up the skinned rabbit and offers a tentative smile of her own.] Have you ever had rabbit?

[Action, November 17th]

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor takes a half-step back in surprise at the...skinned...bunny corpse, her dark eyes quite wide.]

I...ah.

[A breath.]

I've only ever even seen a bun...rabbit once before. And it was alive. And...fluffy.

[Action, November 17th]

[stillplaying]

[Food has to come from somewhere. Meat especially. She never really understood people who were squeamish about meat. Even Prim, for all she can be so peaceful and tenderhearted, understands where the meat she eats come from.

But she looks a little embarrassed by the girl's reaction. Maybe she should have butchered the animal already. At least the head was already off.]

It tastes good.

[Voice, March 15th]

[rashness]

[ Rin is so angry. So angry, so hurt, so confused, and frankly he knows he's not doing anyone any good now, least of all himself and the people he is going to - has to - protect. In light of that, he's wanted to reach out to some source of authority, someone he looks up to for advice... but then he realizes he doesn't even have any of those in Luceti at the moment. Not really. So he reaches as far as he can think, and knows that he did look up to someone in some other life, so he might as well try here.

So he rings Eleanor's journal, hoping she's still around ]

[Voice, March 15th]

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor answers after a moment. She's not really used to getting calls.]

...Yes?

[Voice, March 15th]

[rashness]

Can we. Meet somewhere?

[ Exhale. Try not to be pissed off ]

[Voice, March 15th]

[notyourutopian]

...Rin?

Ah. Sure. Where are you?

[Voice, March 15th]

[rashness]

'M just... well doesn't matter. Let's meet up somewhere like- iunno, maybe out at the Tea Place or the playground.

[Action, August 2nd, mid-morning] The latest of the late backdates. Shhhh

[borntorebel]

[The return from Pagoda has left Leia with as many unanswered questions as answers. It's not exactly the most ideal of situations and she is very frustrated. Since then, she's been trying to compile a list of people she's met since her second arrival. It includes names, physical descriptions, any abilities she's seen in use, notes and people who might be from the same world.

It's still really small, abysmally so, but useful for those she doesn't know as well as Han, Luke and those from their world. Since she's not a droid and doesn't have an eidetic memory like Winter, this is the best she can do.

It's a rainy, grey Saturday, and Leia's not surprised to find the library filled with all kinds of different people reading in corners of the building's rooms. A dark-haired girl trying to use her chair and book to hide herself grabs Leia's attention. She remembers big liquid eyes with a sadness that no time here would ever erase. The telekinetic girl... Ella? No, Eleanor.

With a small smile gracing her face, Leia makes sure her footsteps as she approaches the girl are audible and even. There's no sense in scaring her if she can help it.]

I'm afraid that book is a bit too small to hide you completely, Eleanor.

[Action, August 2nd, mid-morning]

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor's little corner of the library was typically deserted, which was just how she liked it. She even had the chairs set up to hide her away (though people kept putting them back where they belonged which was...frustrating.) So she wasn't expecting anyone to just...turn up and spot her, which was why her eyes were a bit wide as the woman approached. Leia, she thought her name was? She lowered her book, looking a tad sheepish.]

I...wasn't hiding.

[Well, not actively...]

[borntorebel]

[She can recognize the look of someone who's really not used to being around people and expecting to be bothered. Well, at least she responding to Leia.]

Really now? What do you call this?

[She gestures at the chairs all over the place.]

Do you mind if I take this a seat near you?

[notyourutopian]

Reading. Reading out of the way.

[Because that's all it was! Her eyes flick to the chair Leia had chosen, and after a moment she shakes her head.]

No, that's fine.

[borntorebel]

[Leia chooses a seat that allows her to speak to Eleanor comfortably but gives the girl space. She sits before she speaks, starting with an easy topic.]

What kind of book are you reading so intently?

[Action, September 18th]

[theideaguy]

[Sokka doesn't let opportunities like this slide. He's going to be off light a lightning bolt from his journal to give Eleanor her very first soar through the clouds.

It doesn't take Sokka all that long to dash over to the Avatar House's stable after penning his quick and hasty reply to Eleanor. It'd been quite a while since Sokka even flown on Appa, much less... "piloted" him. But nonetheless, Appa is still harnessed and ready for flight. The only real time it takes him is to give Appa some good love and care and as much of a hug as Sokka can give the ten-ton behemoth before he clambers atop Appa's head, walks him out of the barn, and gives him the command to take to the air.

So it's not long before suddenly there's a fantastic flying bison landing alongside the main pathway in front of the Flame Building on the other side of town: twenty minutes tops from his reply. Sokka is straddling the flying bison's neck whilst holding the reins that are attached to Appa's antlers, and a fairly decent-sized saddle is strapped to the animal's back.

And of course, Sokka is grinning pretty wildly.]

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor had just had time enough to get changed into what she hoped was 'suitable for flying' clothing, an ankle length black skirt and a simple white blouse, when she heard...well, she wasn't sure what she heard, but it had her looking out her apartment window to see-]

[Well.]

[Someone saying 'flying bison' was one thing, and seeing it was altogether another thing entirely. She just sort of stared for a moment before stepping back inside and sucking in a breath. Okay. She could do this. Flying wasn't that strange, she'd even done it before on one of the missions. It had been terrifying then, and it was terrifying now. Agoraphobia all over again.]

[But she'd said she would. And maybe it would be fun somehow, right? Which is the only reason she came walking outside a few minutes later, peering up at him, her expression caught somewhere between concern and bemusement.]

[theideaguy]

[Sokka's not nearly as dressed up. He's finally given to trying out clothes that are a little bit less "Water Tribe" and are now a bit more modern. Jeans and a simple long-sleeve green shirt. Between the time of his arrival and Eleanor's coming out to meet him, Sokka had dismounted, and right now he's giving him a nice scratch on the side of his head and giving the sky bison a string of niceties.]

Such a good, Appa, yeah. It feels good to get out and stretch your legs again, doesn't it?

[He turns around and sees Eleanor standing there at the front of the house.]

Oh... hi! Uh, good to see you again. [He gives her a wave while grinning awkwardly, wondering if she heard his doting over the sky bison.] Eleanor, this is Appa. Appa, Eleanor.

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor wasn't dressed up, not by her standards. She was a child of the fifties, this was just how girls dressed when they went out. That, and she genuinely hated pants. Was that weird?]

[Unfortunately for poor Sokka, she had noticed his treatment of the big animal, though the only react to it was that she was trying not to laugh, one hand up to cover her mouth as he turned to face her. But she dropped it quickly, managing to settle on non amused smile as she stepped closer and was introduced to the...flying bison. What was she supposed to say to it?]

Ah...hello Appa.

[theideaguy]

[Appa let out what sounds like a low groan in reply, but then as an addendum, Appa will stick out his huge tongue and slowly lick Sokka's face while he's turned around and not expecting.]

Yeeuck. Appa, cut it out! That's seriously not okay!

[Well, THIS was making a great impression. He wipes his hand against his face where he was licked and then wiped it back onto Appa's fur.]

Yeah, that's Appa. He's a bit too loving sometimes. But he certainly makes for a good ride. [He takes a step closer, raising his eyebrows a bit.] And speaking of rides, are you ready?