[open] and when i wake up you'll be here

[laruetheday]

WHO: Clarisse
WHAT: Arrival + some quarantine stuff
WHEN: Now, ig
WHERE: Ferelden somewhere + the Gallows
NOTES: n/a

Arrival

Weird dreams are a near nightly thing for demigods, so Clarisse doesn't bat an eye when she finds herself waiting for the elevator at the top of the Empire State Building in her basketball uniform, other than to wonder what kind of weird symbolism it is and hope that it's not going to interfere with her midterms. Even when the doors open and she steps in and lands on nothing but empty air, she manages not to scream. It all happens too fast, anyway.

Clarisse only has time to think, oh shit, and then she hits the dirt hard. The breath gets punched out of her chest and she wheezes pitifully, wondering since when her dreams are realistic enough to hurt. She rolls onto her back, wipes at the dirt on her chin, and finds herself staring up at something she can't comprehend, much less identify. The air looks... torn open, and through the jagged green split, she can see patches of concrete and red rocks.

The view is interrupted by something moving—something humanoid but elongated, with a grin that spreads too far in each direction. That's comprehendible. She's not sure what she's looking at, specifically, but she knows bad news when she sees it. Clarisse pushes off the ground at a run, angling herself away from the whatever-the-fuck-that-thing-is and trying to put some distance between her and it.

Quarantine - Dining Hall

At least the food here looks... pretty normal. She should be thankful for that.

Clarisse is in the dining hall, sitting straight backed and uncomfortable and pushing a piece of beef (probably?) around with a fork. She looks a little bit miserable, but what else is new? Push, push, push. The fork never seems to actually make it to her mouth.

Finally, she can't stand it anymore, and says to whoever's nearby: "Is there a place around here I can make an offering?"

Quarantine - Training Yard

Maybe she'd been slacking off on training a little bit, before she'd fallen out of the fucking sky, but that's over. If anything, the practice gives Clarisse a sense of familiarity, even while she's stuck in a place that's the complete opposite. She knows the moves. She's done them almost every day, for years. Doesn't matter where she is.

For anyone who happens to walk by and see her, it's clear that Clarisse is no beginner with the spear. She handles it with practiced ease, and it seems like she'd have no problem showing anybody else what it's like to be on the other end of Maimer's barbed tip. But when she does notice somebody watching, Clarisse only gives them a terse nod.

"You waiting for the space?"

Comments

[sprent]

Hahaha. "Orlais only suits the people who were born there," Gela says. She doesn't sound disparaging at all, more like she's parroting the information from somebody trusted, somebody she usually agrees with, "Everybody there is either rich, or tryin' very hard to be. They are interested in the arts, and ownin' things, and not much else.

You don't strike me as that kind of person, serah. That's all."

[laruetheday]

"So you don't think I'm rich or interested in the arts and owning things."

This is a trap, because Clarisse isn't rich and isn't interested in the arts, but she does like to own things if the things are cool and make her seem cool by association.

[sprent]

"No," Gela says confidently, "I think that you like runnin' about and bein' on the loose and doin' whatever you want. Like me."

See? "That's why we'll make good friends."

[laruetheday]

Clarisse laughs, partly because—because Gela's got her pinned down, and yet also not at all. It's complicated. She is that person, but she's also the girl who wakes up at sunrise to train with her spear every day, no matter what. Who used to yell at her siblings to straighten their lines or take a knee or lock shields. Sometimes she doesn't know how she can be both at the same time.

The laughter is also partly because of the way Gela announces that they'll be friends. It reminds her, in a way, of how she'd become friends with Silena. There hadn't been another option.

"We will?"

[sprent]

Gela's glad for the laugh, and not just because it makes her laugh too. This approach doesn't work with everybody. Some people find it offensive to be told what they're going to do by somebody they've just met, but- well. With Clarisse, she had a little hunch.

"Yes. We're already eatin' lunch together and laughin', aren't we?"

[laruetheday]

"Technically."

Clarisse isn't sure whether to trust it yet, this whole... open, smiling, "I've decided we're going to be friends already" thing. She isn't getting up and leaving, either, but it's healthy to be wary of people. Emotionally.

[sprent]

Gela raises both her eyebrows, and keeps eating. After another swallow, she says, "Why didn't you go to Cumberland with everybody else?" Which is a question that will doubtlessly be put back onto her, but she has a quick answer for just about anything.

[laruetheday]

Clarisse sighs and taps her fork against her plate in a sort of morose gesture. "I don't know anybody or what's going on, so it seemed dumb to go. Since there's apparently some important meeting happening."

She shrugs, takes another bite of her food. "Why didn't you go?"

[sprent]

Ah. Yes, Gela can see immediately why Clarisse did not go.

"You mean the mage-templar conflict," she supplies, amused. "I try to keep out of that fight myself. Don't have a say either way, so it feels unfair to weigh in."

[laruetheday]

"Uh huh. The mage-whatever thing."

She's mostly just being a dick about it because she doesn't understand it and hates looking stupid like this in front of people. Best way not to look dumb is to just pretend you don't give a shit about whatever's going on, right?

[sprent]

"Yes," Gela says, amidst a snicker, "That thing. And you probably shouldn't call it that out loud, unless you'd love for somebody with closer ties to talk your ear off."

Well. Anybody who didn't go rushing off to Cumberland is alright in her books. Gela is almost finished her meal. The last spoonful goes into her mouth, and she says, "Will I see you around, Clarisse?"

[laruetheday]

"Definitely wouldn't love that," she mutters, in a tone that suggests she's already been told off about enough shit to last her for a while.

"Sure," she says in answer to Gela's question. "Unless I get sucked back into the sky. You never know." But she's not counting on it.