Something's ... Not Right (Open)
WHO: Chloe and You!
WHERE: In and around Recolle
WHEN: 4/6-4/12
WHAT: Awkwardness as Chloe notices some things are not right with her body
WARNINGS: Nup
Option 1) It was a Thursday, like any other Thursday since she'd gotten this silly app on her phone. She was trying to keep her life normal and together, and doing a good job of it. In fact, following through with Yu and Naoto's request had helped a little, taking some of the worry away from her life. Having just finished her shift, she was walking back towards the bus station to get a ride home when it happened. There at the cross-walk, maybe she was a bit tired, but she started to cross before it was her light. There was a honk of distress from a car and Chloe acted.
Really, she wasn't in any danger. The driver was over-reacting and swerving successfully to miss her. But, the honk caused an immediate reaction. Her body launched back without her thinking, leaping up and into the air, sommersaulting back and landing lightly on her feet. The motion was far too limber for what she should have been able to do. It wasn't like she was in poor shape, but leaping like that in the air felt beyond her. As she landed, her eyes widened and she took two or three shaky steps back before falling unceremoniously on her butt.
"What... just happened?" she said, looking around in shock.
Option 2) When she wasn't helping out with the play, Chloe had a couple of days off on the weekend. She tried to visit the local gym to get a bit of the stress out. There was a horse set up there for those who wished to practice gymnastics, and she found herself staring at it with a nervous look in her eyes. Biting her lips, she walked over and patted it, reaching up to scratch at the back of her head.
"Should I?" she asked, wondering for a moment before going to put chalk on her hands. There was only one way to find out if the strange itching sensation in her arms and legs was real. She was feeling restless, restless like her body wasn't moving the way that it should, that it needed to move.
Option 3) There was bad news on Friday, news she did not want to hear. It had her in Starbucks, fumbling for a drink of mint tea. She wanted to calm her jangled nerves. There had to be a logical explanation for any of this. She was tempted to ask on the network, but at this point she wasn't even carrying her phone with her. She'd warned her boss that if he needed her to call the land-line, that she was trying to test out what happened if she didn't use the network. She wasn't going to break that promise.
She had to know if this was affected by the app, or if it was simply happening. But, as it stood, she was getting nervous and worried... and the tea was only helping a little.
Wildcard (Anything that you want can be managed. Chloe is off network for this week, helping out at the play and frequenting work. She has just experienced the return of her natural athleticism and agility, along with the realization that her hair color actually changed last month and wasn't dyed while drunk like she thought. It's causing her to start to freak out again. Either way, if your character wants to meet up with her, we can handwave that they left a message on her answering machine at home.)
WHERE: In and around Recolle
WHEN: 4/6-4/12
WHAT: Awkwardness as Chloe notices some things are not right with her body
WARNINGS: Nup
Option 1) It was a Thursday, like any other Thursday since she'd gotten this silly app on her phone. She was trying to keep her life normal and together, and doing a good job of it. In fact, following through with Yu and Naoto's request had helped a little, taking some of the worry away from her life. Having just finished her shift, she was walking back towards the bus station to get a ride home when it happened. There at the cross-walk, maybe she was a bit tired, but she started to cross before it was her light. There was a honk of distress from a car and Chloe acted.
Really, she wasn't in any danger. The driver was over-reacting and swerving successfully to miss her. But, the honk caused an immediate reaction. Her body launched back without her thinking, leaping up and into the air, sommersaulting back and landing lightly on her feet. The motion was far too limber for what she should have been able to do. It wasn't like she was in poor shape, but leaping like that in the air felt beyond her. As she landed, her eyes widened and she took two or three shaky steps back before falling unceremoniously on her butt.
"What... just happened?" she said, looking around in shock.
Option 2) When she wasn't helping out with the play, Chloe had a couple of days off on the weekend. She tried to visit the local gym to get a bit of the stress out. There was a horse set up there for those who wished to practice gymnastics, and she found herself staring at it with a nervous look in her eyes. Biting her lips, she walked over and patted it, reaching up to scratch at the back of her head.
"Should I?" she asked, wondering for a moment before going to put chalk on her hands. There was only one way to find out if the strange itching sensation in her arms and legs was real. She was feeling restless, restless like her body wasn't moving the way that it should, that it needed to move.
Option 3) There was bad news on Friday, news she did not want to hear. It had her in Starbucks, fumbling for a drink of mint tea. She wanted to calm her jangled nerves. There had to be a logical explanation for any of this. She was tempted to ask on the network, but at this point she wasn't even carrying her phone with her. She'd warned her boss that if he needed her to call the land-line, that she was trying to test out what happened if she didn't use the network. She wasn't going to break that promise.
She had to know if this was affected by the app, or if it was simply happening. But, as it stood, she was getting nervous and worried... and the tea was only helping a little.
Wildcard (Anything that you want can be managed. Chloe is off network for this week, helping out at the play and frequenting work. She has just experienced the return of her natural athleticism and agility, along with the realization that her hair color actually changed last month and wasn't dyed while drunk like she thought. It's causing her to start to freak out again. Either way, if your character wants to meet up with her, we can handwave that they left a message on her answering machine at home.)
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Chloe smiled over at her and shook her head. "I have been practicing ever so slightly on a horse at the gym, the last few days. I am still getting the hang of it, but I assure you. What you saw wasn't impressive. This will be..."
She turned and looked towards the various structures before settling on the castle-looking fortification. It was a good distance away, so she started off at a run, picking out one of the bars about eight feet off of the ground. A vault up and her hands caught it, gripping and pulling with momentum while she twisted up and whipped around the bar to land on her feet on top of it, lunging for the next. She was starting to get the hang of this... slowly, but it felt like if she could just get the timing right it wouldn't be jerky, there wouldn't be pauses here and there while she decided which bar to go to next.
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And yet, still... she couldn't help but chase the wildest guesses. Why grant this boon? Was there supposed to be a need for it, or some point of commonality that assigned it to Chloe? Questions you could only let go in the end, when you were tired of deciding that each guess in turn was as good as any of the others.
"Mm, that is extraordinary..."
She couldn't really judge the power of the jump all that well; more than a high jump but less than a pole vault, with mechanical advantage also lying in-between, so she could only suppose that it was plausibly the performance of a trained athlete... but that sure-footedness would have been impressive even if this was a well-rehearsed routine. As an extemporaneous performance it could only strike her as inhuman...
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What happened after the third twist and leap from one bar to the next, though, was something far closer to an accident than it was intentional. Chloe was moving on muscle memory at this point more than anything else. Her body whipped around mid one of her leaps and one of her hands shot out to the side, a dart of silvery light glinting as it exited her hand.
It was a knife, though thankfully going nowhere near where Catherine was, nor was it targeted at anyone in particular. Chloe's eyes stared in the direction fired for a split second, her smile playful and serene, but the gaze distant and unfocused. Where the blade went, it spun and clattered off of a piece of wood uselessly, none of her real combat training having come back in, but the action had a feel like she naturally should have been able to do that.
Almost as soon as the blade was out, her eyes widened and she barely caught herself, pulling to a stop and gasping, dangling upside down with a shocked expression on her face.
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Catherine's tone was steady, verging on laconic, but in her mind where none could see she tensed. She hadn't even realized what she was seeing until the knife bounced, the sound leading her eyes to its final motions.
What kind of person just threw knives around? The criminally reckless... or someone in thrall to a memory. The memory of someone criminally reckless. Or just criminal.
Perhaps she should just run? Chloe's new athleticism not withstanding, she did have the longer legs, she might still be faster in a middle distance... But even she wasn't quite heedless and hard-edged enough, to make a snap decision that required discarding altogether any attempt to account for what had happened in familiar terms.
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"A pity. I was trying to trigger something, but I guess it is not quite that simple." She shrugged. Well, she had been, trying several times to test out gymnastic or acrobatic skill, but none of it seemed to work. Maybe she should stop trying to force it? "They send me this foolish knife, which I know is meant for throwing, and yet I do not know how to throw it, and I can't recall anything about it. I have no idea why I would ever have it."
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She relaxed. Slightly. No physical danger here, then, but it set her to thinking...
"Are you trying to... see more things now?" She wasn't willing to use the word 'remember'. "I thought you were avoiding it."
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The question made Chloe uncomfortable and she glanced away. "I am. they keep showing me things, over and over again. It's confusing enough that, at this point, the holes in the picture are nagging me more than the wish not to know. I want to know what they're trying to do to me."
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Or so she said. Even that was denial. That joy, that scorn, weren't hers. No reason for her to care, if she were only watching...
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Her voice was turning hard. Not because she thought the idea was foolish. Because she'd considered it herself, vaguely, and pushed it out of mind because she didn't want to consider.
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She shook her head then. "But I am not her."
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"...nevermind. If that's the way you see it I can't say anything. I haven't... gone as far."
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She smiled over at the other woman. "I do hope you are fortunate enough not to end up this far. It's... jarring to say the least."
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Better to cling to that.
"'Jarring' will be if I ever come to look like that person. I'd be about two feet shorter."
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She... didn't think she wanted to talk about this, but here she was. Too much time spent dwelling on it in silence.
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"But some of the visions have been... strange. Perhaps it is not something that we understand? I know of someone being in a stewpot for crocodiles, so ... well, perhaps it is best not to think about all of the possibilities too deeply."
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She shook her head. "I guess that's a lot words to say I'm curious despite my misgivings."
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She smirked. "I wonder why it is that we feel that we have to explain ourselves in such detail, when the fact is really quite simple."
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A favorite hobby of hers.
"...she's like that. The one I see. People talk about it but I don't think I've ever really felt hatred and pity at the same time before. Joy and scorn."
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A shake of her head. "But I suppose you're right. Talking through it does help somewhat."