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savetheearth2014-04-13 06:03 pm
struckout) wrote in savetheearth2014-04-13 06:03 pm
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Who: Kallie Raydan + OPEN
What: Waiting for Miles Asher to show up so he can see her baby chocobo. If you're lucky maybe you can see her chocobo too (not an innuendo).
Where: One of Locke City's park-like areas.
When: Sunday afternoon.
( A )
[ Locke City has what's often half-jokingly designated as its "park and library zone." Today, one of the cycling-through semi-attractions to said area happens to be a food truck, its advertisements boasting soft pretzels with less traditional toppings like "BBQ" and "caesar."
True, Kallie's usually not one to consume edibles of dubious quality (save for a tiny handful of vices like slushy drinks and fake-healthy nut bars), but given she's already here stuck waiting for someone else, she might as well join the line, right?
As she waits, she scans through the Network on her phone- kind of risky in public, maybe, but after over a year now with access, she's hardly concerned about being caught at it by people who shouldn't know. As always, she's simply ignoring the glances at her and her pink hair from fellow Locke residents and tourists alike... while at the same time trying to stay alert to anything odd around her. By now, it's an instinct.
Unfortunately, every once in a while, the backpack slung over her shoulders seems to emit an indignant chirp or two, prompting the young woman to try her best at trying to ignore that as casually as possible as well. Standing in line around other people while having the baby chocobo with her had already seemed risky, does she dare continue to stay around...?? ]
( B...? )
[ Post escaping that little embarrassment, Kallie can't help but look sullen as she sits away from the 'crowd' and tears chunks off her pizza-flavored pretzel, glaring out across at a fountain featuring a bronze-colored family of statues. This time, there's a little roundish bird (like this, but in pale green) settled in her lap, however. Apparently, the animal is far more sedate and less obtrusive when he's not zipped up in the dark; when sitting still, he hardly looks like anything but a stuffed chick doll or something. ]
What: Waiting for Miles Asher to show up so he can see her baby chocobo. If you're lucky maybe you can see her chocobo too (not an innuendo).
Where: One of Locke City's park-like areas.
When: Sunday afternoon.
( A )
[ Locke City has what's often half-jokingly designated as its "park and library zone." Today, one of the cycling-through semi-attractions to said area happens to be a food truck, its advertisements boasting soft pretzels with less traditional toppings like "BBQ" and "caesar."
True, Kallie's usually not one to consume edibles of dubious quality (save for a tiny handful of vices like slushy drinks and fake-healthy nut bars), but given she's already here stuck waiting for someone else, she might as well join the line, right?
As she waits, she scans through the Network on her phone- kind of risky in public, maybe, but after over a year now with access, she's hardly concerned about being caught at it by people who shouldn't know. As always, she's simply ignoring the glances at her and her pink hair from fellow Locke residents and tourists alike... while at the same time trying to stay alert to anything odd around her. By now, it's an instinct.
Unfortunately, every once in a while, the backpack slung over her shoulders seems to emit an indignant chirp or two, prompting the young woman to try her best at trying to ignore that as casually as possible as well. Standing in line around other people while having the baby chocobo with her had already seemed risky, does she dare continue to stay around...?? ]
( B...? )
[ Post escaping that little embarrassment, Kallie can't help but look sullen as she sits away from the 'crowd' and tears chunks off her pizza-flavored pretzel, glaring out across at a fountain featuring a bronze-colored family of statues. This time, there's a little roundish bird (like this, but in pale green) settled in her lap, however. Apparently, the animal is far more sedate and less obtrusive when he's not zipped up in the dark; when sitting still, he hardly looks like anything but a stuffed chick doll or something. ]
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[The pigeon doesn't follow, or lead at first. After a moment it flies heavily above her and lands on the ground carrying a chunk of someone's pretzel, trying to worry bite-sized pieces out with its beak. That might be the way she should go? Or - apparently not, there are more pigeons this way. Were. They're taking off to try to get the pretzel. The first pigeon wants to keep it - and now there's a flock of angry pigeons chasing one that's stubbornly carrying the food.
Until he speaks, Julien doesn't stand out as much as he should - there's a white thing, but unless looked at directly it might as well be a bank of stubborn snow, or a trash bag caught on a branch some ways away, not an oversized bird creature.]
I see they need to work on being Lassie. Hey, Kallie. You're looking well.
...aaah, no, he is cute.
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But she does lift her free hand in a silent greeting once she stops staring at pigeon-drama and spots the guy. For all of her irritation, it's useless to stubbornly keep it going; unpleasantness is not a state she actively endeavors towards. ]
Yeah...
[ Much the same as her comment before regarding the chocobo's adorableness. For what it's worth, the little bird throws in a kwee for good measure. ]
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Awww! Gi suilon, mellon nin! [basically 'Hello, my friend'. Animals understand Elvish, in broad strokes at least.] I hope you're not causing too much trouble.
[And looking back up at Kallie.]
How long's it been since you got him? And how's his diet going?
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Kallie acts more or less indifferent, though naturally she can't help but put in a bit of staring of her own. It's not every day you meet a half-bird person... ]
Well, I'd only had him a few hours before we talked last. And- [ A breath. ] I figured out what he is, at least: a "chocobo," according to someone who... remembers the same sort of things.
[ ... Yeah, she still doesn't have a very good technique for referring to her past-life buddies here. ]