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. ]
Well, in that case... nothing too greasy or heavy?
[ She certainly doesn't want him to stress himself out on this mission (that she actually doesn't know about). As long as the food groups are proportionate and she's not at risk of sullying her muscle mass or her perfect figure, she's happy. ]
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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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... Well, it's nice to hear his voice like that.
Pyrrha doesn't think about it beyond that. ]
Maybe when I return, you can share some more wisdom on the matter.
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[smooth]
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Very well. Lunch sounds lovely.
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Any preferences? I've been touring the restaurants of the city myself.
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[ Teehee! ]
And I'm not really that fond of fast food. [ She'll add, ] Truthfully, I'm not that picky.
[ She actually is. For instance, she'll never insist on going to a bakery and if anyone took her to McDonald's, she would politely refuse to eat. ]
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[time for him to GO ON A MISSION for the Verens equivalent of Greek food]
Either way, we'll skip the fast food. Those usually don't make good lunch hangout spots, anyway.
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[ She certainly doesn't want him to stress himself out on this mission (that she actually doesn't know about). As long as the food groups are proportionate and she's not at risk of sullying her muscle mass or her perfect figure, she's happy. ]
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[she's probably wise for making sure to eat so healthy like that. MUCH WISER THAN THIS TEENAGER who stuffs giant burgers into his mouth]