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pinkmin ([personal profile] pinkmin) wrote in [community profile] hugtopia2021-06-11 06:41 pm

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The last several jolts of Vianca's consciousness had not been what anyone could call pleasant. The last thing she had remembered about Havenwell was the warmth of morning sunshine. Then that sunshine had lost its warmth, its departure bringing weak stutters of breath and the crumbled remains of a place that had once been her whole world. The sunlight was still there, filtering in through the broken ceilings and crushed walls. Oh, she had thought as she laid there, a dream. A very nice one. It was a shame she couldn't hold on to it in the end.

Then there was nothing.

So when she opened her eyes in a sunlit temple a second time, she was not sure what to do. She stayed right there for a very long time, until one of the kind priests helped her to her feet so she could find her way. It... had been cold, the last time she had been outside? She thought so anyway, but the more she thought about it, the more she wasn't sure. Maybe it had been warm the whole time?

She had only gotten so far through the temple before she had to crouch down in a corner, because things were a little too overwhelming. Thinking about what the season meant was too much. Starting over was too much. What if it was just her all over again? That, more than anything, was far too much.

It took a very long time, but eventually Vianca slowly picked up the tablet that had been handed to her. Whether it was the same one she'd had or a new one, she didn't have the courage to check. The focus was simply on opening the network and keeping her breath steady.

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[It was a little bit dark there in the corner of Ohma's temple, but it was still possible to see the pink little girl on the screen. Her mouth was pressed in a thin, worried line, and for a moment it might have seemed like the video frame was actually frozen.

Then she took a breath, and spoke in a spectacularly tiny voice into the screen.]


... Hello?
carbungle: ponponpon @ dw (148)

[personal profile] carbungle 2021-07-11 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
Umbra's tongue gives a happy loll as he tilts into it. Love those good pets.

"This house definitely needs it. And we've got a furball for each person, at this point."

He waits for a handful of seconds as the two reunite, then goes to open the door for them all and invite her in.
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[personal profile] carbungle 2021-07-25 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. ...Oh, that's right! You wouldn't know- want to meet Captain?"

He'd forgotten that Vianca was already gone when the chocobo arrived. He stops by in the kitchen to flick the kettle on in case she wants a drink after, then gestures towards the side door to the garage.
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[personal profile] carbungle 2021-08-01 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Aww, yeah. Everyone loves the chocobo. He opens the door for her, and immediately the scent makes itself known- pungent and unique, an odd mixture of farm animal and fresh hay. All is quiet for a moment, and then a blue head peers around the frame of a stable, peering over at them expectantly. She kwehs at them.

"Hey, girl. You have to say hello before you get dinner."
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[personal profile] carbungle 2021-08-03 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
"It's okay, it's still too early for her to eat. If we don't time it right she'll be cranky at bedtime." He gives her back a gentle pat, urging her towards the stall.
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[personal profile] carbungle 2021-08-04 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Captain ducks her head politely over the door of the stall, setting free a gentle "kweh" again and standing very still to allow any pets should she so wish. That farm scent is even stronger up close, but it's more or less the type of smell one could get used to over time easily enough. Noctis seems unbothered, leaning against the wall of her pen with a grin.
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[personal profile] carbungle 2021-08-25 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, they're great pillows at night. Just the right amount of poof, and they curl up so nice you just can't help but flop on 'em." His grin broadens as Captain fluffs up her feathers a little, like she's proud of it. "The babies are even softer. And they're so round, they look like stuffed featherballs with beaks."