ᴄʟᴀɪʀᴇ "ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪɴɢ" ғᴀʀʀᴏɴ (
soulsflight) wrote in
riverviewlogs2017-12-09 02:32 pm
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who: Claire Farron & Open~
what: Her arrival + her settling in as a perimeter guard.
when: December 9th.
where: Communal housing + hanging out around it.
warnings: TBD? I can't think of any off the top of my head.
The new world faded like a dream. Claire stood beside her bed - her assigned bed - eyes unfocused. Had she imagined it? No, she knew better than that. That world had been real and so was this one.
Tipping her head back, she let out a long breath, her lips set in a grim line. As much as she wanted to avoid the reason she had been brought here - instead of left alone - she knew that wasn't possible. Flicking open her bag, she pulled out the knife Serah had given her. It was the only weapon she had, but since she was meant to be a perimeter guard, she knew that wouldn't always be the case.
With the blade tucked into her belt, she left her room and paced down one of the halls, alert for any sounds of distress. She couldn't really help herself. After fighting for so long, after being a guardian, a warrior, a savior, she couldn't turn her back on anyone in need.
Too bad no one seemed to be running to her aid. But that was on a par for her life so far.
"What would you think of all of this?" she smirked as she thought of her sister and her friends. Running a hand through her hair, she shook her head ruefully.
"Hey, anyone alive in here?"
(Outside)
Since she was a so-called "perimeter guard", it followed that she needed to know said perimeter. Armed at last with a proper gun, Claire slipped away from the communal housing and took advantage of her duties. The knife Serah had given her was still in her belt, ready for any close combat if, for some reason, her gun was knocked away.
Maybe she could put together a gun-blade somehow. That was her preferred weapon for being a guard, at least.
Boy was this bringing back memories. Her stride lengthened and she rested the gun against her shoulder.
what: Her arrival + her settling in as a perimeter guard.
when: December 9th.
where: Communal housing + hanging out around it.
warnings: TBD? I can't think of any off the top of my head.
The new world faded like a dream. Claire stood beside her bed - her assigned bed - eyes unfocused. Had she imagined it? No, she knew better than that. That world had been real and so was this one.
Tipping her head back, she let out a long breath, her lips set in a grim line. As much as she wanted to avoid the reason she had been brought here - instead of left alone - she knew that wasn't possible. Flicking open her bag, she pulled out the knife Serah had given her. It was the only weapon she had, but since she was meant to be a perimeter guard, she knew that wouldn't always be the case.
With the blade tucked into her belt, she left her room and paced down one of the halls, alert for any sounds of distress. She couldn't really help herself. After fighting for so long, after being a guardian, a warrior, a savior, she couldn't turn her back on anyone in need.
Too bad no one seemed to be running to her aid. But that was on a par for her life so far.
"What would you think of all of this?" she smirked as she thought of her sister and her friends. Running a hand through her hair, she shook her head ruefully.
"Hey, anyone alive in here?"
(Outside)
Since she was a so-called "perimeter guard", it followed that she needed to know said perimeter. Armed at last with a proper gun, Claire slipped away from the communal housing and took advantage of her duties. The knife Serah had given her was still in her belt, ready for any close combat if, for some reason, her gun was knocked away.
Maybe she could put together a gun-blade somehow. That was her preferred weapon for being a guard, at least.
Boy was this bringing back memories. Her stride lengthened and she rested the gun against her shoulder.

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"I...don't know. I guess I'm new?" so she was lost in a general sense. Not to mention, ever since the old world was obliterated, she had found herself feeling a little awkward around strangers. She was entirely herself again - no blocks, no barriers - so it was going to take some adjustment.
"Have you been here long?"
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What was she going to call herself here? Claire was a name that was a little too raw; a little too new. She hadn't used it in...five hundred years? Old habits were doomed to last, it seemed. For now anyway.
"Lightning."
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It was a long, long story.
"I started out as a soldier, then I was a knight, a savior..." she shrugged a delicate shoulder, "I know how to protect."
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"I don't mind a quiet existence. That's what I was searching for before I came here. I thought I had it." her eyes were unfocused, memory taking hold, "But I trust all of that will be there when I go back."
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Heaven knew she needed friends. Serah would encourage her to open up and be herself. Though she would go by Lightning here, she would be Claire underneath the guise.
Sorry about the delay! Was down with the sniffles :(
I empathize with your sniffles. :(
"Yes." her lips twitched, "My world is modern and it's probably not much different from yours."
That might be a bit of a stretch, but it felt like a fair guess. Regardless, Claire needed some kind of familiarity. Familiarity made this whole experience easier to bear. She really should be a pro at handling sharp, drastic changes by now, but she would probably never be completely immune to them.
Thank you T_T
<3
Marinette's almost apology made her smile.
"I think I need to look around first." Claire motioned with her head down the hallway, "You're welcome to join me."
Re: <3