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grotto_logs2013-03-26 06:57 pm
theharvestmods) wrote in grotto_logs2013-03-26 06:57 pm
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[OPEN LOG] Welcome to Cape Beryl!
Who: Everyone!
When: Spring 2nd - all day.
Where: All across Cape Beryl.
What: You've splashed down into the Harvest Goddess's sacred pond, pulled yourself out - or perhaps been pulled out by an out-of-breath and soaking stranger, shaken off the worst of the shock of the cold and the unexpected trip underwater, and likely by now noticed that the little silver piece of jewelry that put you through this seems to have found its way around your neck.
Now you ought to get your bearings. Leave Goddess Grotto whenever you're ready, take the path out along a beach and up the cliffs to a village - see where you are, maybe if you can get directions. No matter what, you're going to realize that you're somewhere new - but maybe some of the Bower Village townspeople will be willing to help you get sorted out. If nothing else, maybe you'll be drawn into talking to anyone else you might catch sight of wandering the village, disoriented, soaked to the skin, and with a silver heart-shaped pendant around their neck. Depending on how you see it, you're not all alone - not any more than everyone else, anyway.
Headers for open interactions in example locations will be posted - but by all means, start threads wherever and with whoever you like!
Rating: Expected K-PG - subject to change as appropriate.
It's a cool, early spring day - the air and the breeze may not agree with anyone with wet clothes. But apart from that, the atmosphere is pleasant and peaceful; distant chirps of birds can be heard from the mouth of Goddess Grotto to Mt. Throne. The trees and grasses are pale green and flowers are budding in the meadows - not to mention the garden at Florist Lilia and de Sainte-Coquille Park.
And the town at the top of the cliffs is somewhat drowsily at peace. It's far from deserted - stabled behind a house on the town's east side is a healthy-looking mule, and a pair of chickens and a goat hang around in a pen behind an inn, the town's brightly-dressed mailwoman is out and about, as is the town watchman, who will likely be ready to approach anyone with an unfamiliar face before they can approach him, if he happens to catch them on his rounds. However, although anyone may freely knock on any of the doors in Bower Village and expect a polite "come in", no one is prepared for company, and whoever is inside might jump at finding themselves talking to a clearly displaced stranger!
When: Spring 2nd - all day.
Where: All across Cape Beryl.
What: You've splashed down into the Harvest Goddess's sacred pond, pulled yourself out - or perhaps been pulled out by an out-of-breath and soaking stranger, shaken off the worst of the shock of the cold and the unexpected trip underwater, and likely by now noticed that the little silver piece of jewelry that put you through this seems to have found its way around your neck.
Now you ought to get your bearings. Leave Goddess Grotto whenever you're ready, take the path out along a beach and up the cliffs to a village - see where you are, maybe if you can get directions. No matter what, you're going to realize that you're somewhere new - but maybe some of the Bower Village townspeople will be willing to help you get sorted out. If nothing else, maybe you'll be drawn into talking to anyone else you might catch sight of wandering the village, disoriented, soaked to the skin, and with a silver heart-shaped pendant around their neck. Depending on how you see it, you're not all alone - not any more than everyone else, anyway.
Headers for open interactions in example locations will be posted - but by all means, start threads wherever and with whoever you like!
Rating: Expected K-PG - subject to change as appropriate.
It's a cool, early spring day - the air and the breeze may not agree with anyone with wet clothes. But apart from that, the atmosphere is pleasant and peaceful; distant chirps of birds can be heard from the mouth of Goddess Grotto to Mt. Throne. The trees and grasses are pale green and flowers are budding in the meadows - not to mention the garden at Florist Lilia and de Sainte-Coquille Park.
And the town at the top of the cliffs is somewhat drowsily at peace. It's far from deserted - stabled behind a house on the town's east side is a healthy-looking mule, and a pair of chickens and a goat hang around in a pen behind an inn, the town's brightly-dressed mailwoman is out and about, as is the town watchman, who will likely be ready to approach anyone with an unfamiliar face before they can approach him, if he happens to catch them on his rounds. However, although anyone may freely knock on any of the doors in Bower Village and expect a polite "come in", no one is prepared for company, and whoever is inside might jump at finding themselves talking to a clearly displaced stranger!
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There was a beat there before it occurred to Joan that this was a stranger. This wasn't another student, this wasn't someone like her. Even having to tell someone her name seemed weird and now this was even stranger.
"She was my original."
Naoto is now confused!
What sort of world had Naoto wandered into? Or perhaps what sort of world had this Joan wandered out of?
"So I take it you're a copy... a clone, of Joan of Arc?"
Was it still even possible to find DNA of the woman to clone in the first place? She knew that cloning humans was highly illegal as well, back in her version of Japan.
Naoto soon realised she was staring at the young woman as her brain worked a million miles a second, and quickly cleared her throat. Perhaps she should give more detail.
"Where I am from, cloning humans is extremely illegal. So you'll have to pardon me if I... have some trouble believing this."
Naoto took a deep breath, trying to center herself.
"...Of course, if what you're saying is true, that means that perhaps you're from the future of my world where cloning is now legal, or... some other world separate from my own, which is looking to be all the more probable."
Ugh. Her own head was starting to hurt at this rate...
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There was no malice in her voice at that. It was simply accepted fact at St. Kleio that everyone save for Shirou was a clone. And beyond the walls of St. Kleio, the world was a big and unknown place. Joan had thought little of how people outside would think of her and found now that it affected her very little indeed.
Because this couldn't be real anyhow, could it. Because one didn't simply start burning to wake up swimming in a lake, did they.
Joan gave a long sigh out as she began to realize that.
"We're likely dead after all. What does it matter if I was or wasn't her clone now. All of that is over."
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Then again, would Rise-chan have been able to hold back at such a bizarre proclamation?
"...I apologize, that was rude of me."
Understandable, but still rude. Yet at her next words, Naoto's eyes widened again. D-dead? That icy fear in the pit of her stomach rised again, that perhaps she and Kanji had, during that battle with Izanami...
No. No, she was not dead.. She refused to believe that. Shaking her head to drive that thought from her mind, and looking back at the young woman before her.
"...It does not matter if you were her clone, since that does not preclude to you being the 'original' herself. You are your own person, no different than how identical twins share the same DNA but are themselves individuals."
She glanced down, trying to think of something to say...
"I do not know if I am dead-I merely was following the footprints of a friend to a pond in the forest and found something shining in the water. When I reached in, I was pulled the rest of the way."
This entire day couldn't get more bizarre, could it?
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"You are your own person, no different than how identical twins share the same DNA but are themselves individuals."
She glanced over then, eyes wide and expression obviously one of surprise. Her gaze was intense, astounded, and internally she grapples a moment with the urge to grasp onto the other girl's shoulders.
Tell me that again. Even if it's somehow a lie. It was like staring straight at Shirou on that balcony again and--
She swallowed roughly and looked away. Were her hands shaking? Maybe. She noted Naoto's explanation of what she had been doing moments before she arrived here.
Joan's own reply came whispered, a little broken and quiet. "I woke up to someone's voice calling me... a classmate's voice. He was yelling my name. And-- the fire."
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But, then... based on what Joan had said before, perhaps she'd always been told she was just a 'copy' and nothing more then the famous historical figure? How does one cope with their autonomy being taken from them in such a way? Naoto couldn't help but feel like such an existence would be lonely and painful to a certain extent. Was Naoto the first to say that out loud to her? She remained silent as Joan explained the circumstances of her arrival.
"Fire...?"
Hadn't the historical Joan of Arc been burned at the stake? Perhaps she was delving too deep in their first meeting. Naoto had a bad habit of that still, her detective instincts kicking in.
"...At the very least, you seem alright now. And whether you or I did... die, in our respective times, we seem to be alive here. I suppose we should take heart in that."
She was pretty sure she was alive, because otherwise she'd nearly drowned... while she was already dead? Ugh, confusing. All the same, she tried to be encouraging to the other girl. Sometimes she wished she had Rise's skills when it came to being encouraging and upbeat.