[the past week has been a little. . . well. let's just say it isn't easy to deal with a group of incredibly close friends who either think they're married to a scumbag, think you're dead, or think they're dead. but the crystals needed to dispel those false memories have been harvested, so now all that's left is for Akira to wait]
[and waiting is always the worst fucking part]
[it's evening when he calls. the mild tugging at the back of her mind indicating that someone is trying to contact her shouldn't be that obnoxious. and should she pick up--]
I'm thinking of a number between one and ten. Three guesses, see if you can get it right.
[he must really be in need of a distraction. plz provide Pyrrha]
[ It's over an hour before she responds. It's not necessarily because she wanted to ignore him, per se - more simply, she had to wait until she was in a fairly shaded spot before she could let down her guard enough to talk. The ruins of the lower world are beautiful, but hardly the most gregarious location to be wandering.
By the time she answers him, she's sitting high up, legs dangling comfortably. The world is open beneath her, endless plains and forgotten ruin.
Pyrrha likes these views, and they put her in a more companionable mood. Her tone, he'll find, is an easy, cheered one.
(Definitely a good thing she has no idea about the memory shenanigans.) ]
Only three? Well, I guess I'll need to be very careful.
[hey, that's okay. her cheery mood immediately lifts his spirits, even though he's currently sprawled out miserably on his bed, the upper half of his body hanging over the edge so all the blood rushes to his head. if she isn't affected by the shenanigans that have clouded the latter half of the month, then that's all the better]
[a loud buzzing noise echoes on his end of the telepathic feed]
[ Please give her an actual gold star, Akira. :D ]
Yeah. I actually, well - I left the city for a little while.
[ So, surprise, she's immune to all the memory shenanigans! But that also speaks to something else going on, whether or not he wishes to pursue the issue. Pryrha isn't offering details on her own.
A shrug. It bleeds into the voice somewhat. ]
I thought it was time to see the wider world, as long as I'm here.
It's actually quite beautiful. Here, I'll show you.
[ If he's cool with having telepathic images projected in his head, Pyrrha will unveil her current view for him. A quick glance toward her feet will tell him that she's sitting on some sort of ledge, legs dangling haphazardly in the air. Several hundred feet of open air beneath her.
In the distance, if he pays that much attention, he will notice that the sea water transitions from blue to red, like a colour gradient -- pinker, and then a dark, angry muddied blood.
[wow. he may not be there in person, but the image she projects is enough to take his breath away regardless. there aren't any sights like this in Verens]
It's-- it is beautiful.
[he says, words surprisingly earnest, laced with a touch of awe]
[ She looks over at the water, squinting to get a better view. This is shown to him in slightly-less-than-real-time, because telepathic lag is also a thing. ]
I guess that's the world's way of telling me I can't go any further.
[ Sometimes Pyrrha sounds like a normal teenager, sometimes she sounds like a weirdly spiritual grandmother. ]
[there's a pause on his end as he absorbs those words, considers both their meaning and how they seem to both fit with what he knows about her, and contrast starkly to the awkward teenager he's seen in her, too]
[ That earns him a laugh. It's a melodic, buoyant sound, lasting a good moment and ending in a giggle. There aren't many people who can make her laugh like that, in truth. She's generally rather mild in temperament. When she's inspired to set that aside, well... ]
Ha. Perhaps I should get all my life advice from you.
[ The visual connection subsides, but he can still hear her, and the little sounds around her. She jumps off from somewhere, seamlessly falling several feet as only a RWBY character can. Sand crunches below her feet.
When the images begin again, she's standing at the edge of the water. He'll get a better view of the colour transition now. ]
[he can't help it-- he laughs, breathy and airy and full of genuine amusement. that's kind of a dorky thing for someone to do, but he totally gets it, anyway. maybe that's because he's also a little dorky]
I think you might need to be a little louder. The world can't hear you over the sounds of those waves.
[ But... Oh well. Why not? It's just a single moment, something she's never done before. Stupid for the sake of it. Pyrrha raises her voice, louder now, disruptive to the air and emptiness around her, a fair competition for the crashing waves. ]
World! You're miniscule compared to me!
[ In response, a sudden tumultuous wave breaks high and close, enough to hit her feet and fill her mouth with the spray of seawater, and her laughter rings out even harder. ]
[sometimes? it feels good to let loose like that. to throw off the restrictive chains of good decorum and manners, and just let things be for a little while]
[Akira knows how that feels. that's the essence of Joker, after all]
Whoops. I think you might've made the world a little mad.
[it's a teasing statement, and the flippancy in which he delivers same makes one thing very clear-- who cares?]
[ More likely, it was a burst of dunamis. Regardless, it's a nice idea, and she's not about to discourage it. A hand on her hip, Pyrrha looks a little proud - not that he can see it. ]
That probably means I did it right. Is this how you live your life?
[ She sounds amused by her own question, and a little curious besides. ]
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[and waiting is always the worst fucking part]
[it's evening when he calls. the mild tugging at the back of her mind indicating that someone is trying to contact her shouldn't be that obnoxious. and should she pick up--]
I'm thinking of a number between one and ten. Three guesses, see if you can get it right.
[he must really be in need of a distraction. plz provide Pyrrha]
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By the time she answers him, she's sitting high up, legs dangling comfortably. The world is open beneath her, endless plains and forgotten ruin.
Pyrrha likes these views, and they put her in a more companionable mood. Her tone, he'll find, is an easy, cheered one.
(Definitely a good thing she has no idea about the memory shenanigans.) ]
Only three? Well, I guess I'll need to be very careful.
[ She hates losing! ]
Six?
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[a loud buzzing noise echoes on his end of the telepathic feed]
Nope.
[he replies]
Two left. The pressure's on.
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[ A laugh. The solitude has been nice, but having someone to talk to is also nice. ]
Well, how about... Nine?
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Too easily rigged against you, which is how you know it's not.
[. . . OKAY AKIRA. . .]
Wrong again. Come on, you've got to knock this next guess right outta the park.
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Not six, and not nine. What does that leave! (Why is she getting invested in this.) ]
Four... point five?
[ She's trying to think like Akira. ]
1/2
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Now that's what we call "cutting it close."
Nice job-- you got it.
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[ She sounds simultaneously pleased by her victory and humbled by his congratulations. It's a thing. ]
So, do I win anything?
[ Pyrrha loves... winning!! ]
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I hadn't thought that far ahead.
[. . .]
A gold sticker?
[who DOESN'T like gold stickers]
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Well, that sounds lovely.
[ She may actually... mean it. (She does mean it.)
Yeah. ]
Are you alright, Akira? I was surprised you called.
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Really? I'll make sure to have one the next time we meet in person.
[heh]
[he gives a mental shrug at her question]
Pawberries N'Cream hadn't heard from his biggest fan in a while. I was just checking in.
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Yeah. I actually, well - I left the city for a little while.
[ So, surprise, she's immune to all the memory shenanigans! But that also speaks to something else going on, whether or not he wishes to pursue the issue. Pryrha isn't offering details on her own.
A shrug. It bleeds into the voice somewhat. ]
I thought it was time to see the wider world, as long as I'm here.
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[in exchange for that chicken]
[that bit of news takes him by surprise-- although he does find himself a little relieved that she didn't have to deal with the memory shenanigans]
Aha. Sounds like you're having an adventure. What's it like, wherever you are?
[he'll probably ask about that "something else going on" in a bit, but! first? talking about her trip]
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[ If he's cool with having telepathic images projected in his head, Pyrrha will unveil her current view for him. A quick glance toward her feet will tell him that she's sitting on some sort of ledge, legs dangling haphazardly in the air. Several hundred feet of open air beneath her.
In the distance, if he pays that much attention, he will notice that the sea water transitions from blue to red, like a colour gradient -- pinker, and then a dark, angry muddied blood.
Well, that's weird. ]
The quiet is nice, too.
[ Her house in Verens? Not quiet. ]
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It's-- it is beautiful.
[he says, words surprisingly earnest, laced with a touch of awe]
Why does the ocean change colors like that?
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[ She looks over at the water, squinting to get a better view. This is shown to him in slightly-less-than-real-time, because telepathic lag is also a thing. ]
I guess that's the world's way of telling me I can't go any further.
[ Sometimes Pyrrha sounds like a normal teenager, sometimes she sounds like a weirdly spiritual grandmother. ]
1/2
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If I were you, I'd just tell the world right where it could shove it and keep going.
[JUST SAYING!!]
[nobody owns akira kurusu!!]
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Ha. Perhaps I should get all my life advice from you.
[ The visual connection subsides, but he can still hear her, and the little sounds around her. She jumps off from somewhere, seamlessly falling several feet as only a RWBY character can. Sand crunches below her feet.
When the images begin again, she's standing at the edge of the water. He'll get a better view of the colour transition now. ]
World, you can... shove it!
[ did she do it right ]
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I think you might need to be a little louder. The world can't hear you over the sounds of those waves.
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I'm not so sure this is my type of activity.
[ But... Oh well. Why not? It's just a single moment, something she's never done before. Stupid for the sake of it. Pyrrha raises her voice, louder now, disruptive to the air and emptiness around her, a fair competition for the crashing waves. ]
World! You're miniscule compared to me!
[ In response, a sudden tumultuous wave breaks high and close, enough to hit her feet and fill her mouth with the spray of seawater, and her laughter rings out even harder. ]
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[Akira knows how that feels. that's the essence of Joker, after all]
Whoops. I think you might've made the world a little mad.
[it's a teasing statement, and the flippancy in which he delivers same makes one thing very clear-- who cares?]
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That probably means I did it right. Is this how you live your life?
[ She sounds amused by her own question, and a little curious besides. ]
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Every single day.
[ah. . .]
It's better that way.
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