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lucetilogs2009-01-30 06:51 pm
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Who: Lulu && Angeal
What: Are sick. Getting better, though. They just decided to convene to one house so as not to get the mess all over both.
When: Uhm, probably yesterday? Since the sick is supposed to be clearing up today. When they're still sick but a little bit better.
Where: Lulu's house, house 26.
Summary: Well, basically, a while back Lulu offered to keep him company and help him out if he'd like, so hewaddles over to Lulu's house/hut/shack and they chill there?
Rating: No idea how it would get this high, but nothing above PG-13, I can promise that.
This was... new. She fully understood how overused that sentiment was, especially here in Luceti, but... that was the only way she could think to describe it.
And it wasn't the sickness she was referring to. The sickness, however horrible, wasn't exactly new. The new part was the guy sprawled across her couch. Of course, it all made total sense. There was a perfectly logical explanation, but still... She wasn't used to being around people, anymore. It felt strange to realize this, as as long as she'd known, she was around others. Traveling with her various summoners, she was always in some sort of warrior party, as was fitting for a Guardian such as herself. But now... Now it was strange.
Maybe it was because she was sick. That had to be it. She had always hated to be around others while in sickness, because she hated to seem weak. But then again, she had offered to help him, or be company if he desired that. Apparently, and to her surprise, he had. So after a week of laying, hurting, coughing up vital fluids, and trying not to dehydrate and starve, she had to get up and be useful. Oddly enough, Lulu was positive she could manage that.
He'd been there for a few minutes now, just resting. They'd not said a word, yet at least... Lulu didn't blame him, though. She'd nodded to the other couch (having set up camp on one herself, so as to be closer to the kitchen and not to endanger her own bedroom's cleanliness), and he'd laid down. She could tell his pride kept him from fully relaxing, but also that the walk here had taken a toll, and he needed the rest even more than she did. Of course, her own pride prevented relaxation, as well... Though her eyes were closed, she silently regulated her breathing, as one does when trying unusually hard not to cough. For the moment, no real pain to speak of... It always ached some, but by now, Lulu was numb to that.
After those few minutes of silence, however, which were allowed due to his need to recuperate, she knew she had to do something. Were she not under the effects of this horrible virus, she'd have done something from the start. And had she not told him to come if he needed anything?
Biting her lip slightly, Lulu slid her legs over the edge of the couch and sat up, as fluidly as was possible. She was slightly proud of how well it worked, though that was cut short by the stab of pain and dizziness in her head. This was to be expected, though. After all, how long had it been since she'd been upright? If her thirst were any judge, she'd say around 24 hours. But if she was gonna be nearly as useful as she'd offered to be, this was just gonna be the beginning.
Closing her eyes against the pain, she quietly offered, "I'll get some tea," and rose to her feet. Though still dizzy, she forced herself to walk steadily into the kitchen and out of sight. Without her pride, she probably wouldn't have managed it, but she did. A good few minutes later, she was back with a teapot and two cups, which she set on the endtable nearest him so he could reach. Oh boy, as if that wasn't hard enough. Now, to aim the teapot at the teacup. By some miracle, she managed to fill the cups both without spilling, and handed him one, taking the other back to her own couch.
What: Are sick. Getting better, though. They just decided to convene to one house so as not to get the mess all over both.
When: Uhm, probably yesterday? Since the sick is supposed to be clearing up today. When they're still sick but a little bit better.
Where: Lulu's house, house 26.
Summary: Well, basically, a while back Lulu offered to keep him company and help him out if he'd like, so he
Rating: No idea how it would get this high, but nothing above PG-13, I can promise that.
This was... new. She fully understood how overused that sentiment was, especially here in Luceti, but... that was the only way she could think to describe it.
And it wasn't the sickness she was referring to. The sickness, however horrible, wasn't exactly new. The new part was the guy sprawled across her couch. Of course, it all made total sense. There was a perfectly logical explanation, but still... She wasn't used to being around people, anymore. It felt strange to realize this, as as long as she'd known, she was around others. Traveling with her various summoners, she was always in some sort of warrior party, as was fitting for a Guardian such as herself. But now... Now it was strange.
Maybe it was because she was sick. That had to be it. She had always hated to be around others while in sickness, because she hated to seem weak. But then again, she had offered to help him, or be company if he desired that. Apparently, and to her surprise, he had. So after a week of laying, hurting, coughing up vital fluids, and trying not to dehydrate and starve, she had to get up and be useful. Oddly enough, Lulu was positive she could manage that.
He'd been there for a few minutes now, just resting. They'd not said a word, yet at least... Lulu didn't blame him, though. She'd nodded to the other couch (having set up camp on one herself, so as to be closer to the kitchen and not to endanger her own bedroom's cleanliness), and he'd laid down. She could tell his pride kept him from fully relaxing, but also that the walk here had taken a toll, and he needed the rest even more than she did. Of course, her own pride prevented relaxation, as well... Though her eyes were closed, she silently regulated her breathing, as one does when trying unusually hard not to cough. For the moment, no real pain to speak of... It always ached some, but by now, Lulu was numb to that.
After those few minutes of silence, however, which were allowed due to his need to recuperate, she knew she had to do something. Were she not under the effects of this horrible virus, she'd have done something from the start. And had she not told him to come if he needed anything?
Biting her lip slightly, Lulu slid her legs over the edge of the couch and sat up, as fluidly as was possible. She was slightly proud of how well it worked, though that was cut short by the stab of pain and dizziness in her head. This was to be expected, though. After all, how long had it been since she'd been upright? If her thirst were any judge, she'd say around 24 hours. But if she was gonna be nearly as useful as she'd offered to be, this was just gonna be the beginning.
Closing her eyes against the pain, she quietly offered, "I'll get some tea," and rose to her feet. Though still dizzy, she forced herself to walk steadily into the kitchen and out of sight. Without her pride, she probably wouldn't have managed it, but she did. A good few minutes later, she was back with a teapot and two cups, which she set on the endtable nearest him so he could reach. Oh boy, as if that wasn't hard enough. Now, to aim the teapot at the teacup. By some miracle, she managed to fill the cups both without spilling, and handed him one, taking the other back to her own couch.
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He had suspected it had something to do with her job, considering she said she left her village at such a young age. For Angeal, though, it had become something of a hobby, even if it was work that made him travel. It reminded him, then, what he'd give to have his camera again--that was a favorite thing of his to do on missions when he had free time. The scenery here, he had to admit, was quite nice, but was there really any point to it? If he did manage to leave this place, it wasn't like he could take it with him. Material objects hardly mattered much anymore.
At the same time, though, he couldn't help wondering just what it was that she did. This wasn't one he could guess just from listening to her speak, for some reason. "Then.. what exactly was your occupation?" he asked, putting a hand to his head and remembering that awful fever he had. That troublesome thing just wouldn't go away, would it?
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"I am a Guardian." She'd slipped into present tense, but only partially realized it, already readying herself to explain what exactly that was. "When the world was plagued by the the massive beast of pain and destruction called Sin, it was a Summoner's job to travel from temple to temple and gain more and more power and knowledge until they were strong enough to defeat Sin. Guardians traveled alongside them, protected them."
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Angeal was especially curious now. It sounded to him like there was much more going on here than he knew about. This 'Sin' she spoke of.. it sounded monstrous. Had their been anything like that in his world? Not that he knew of, but if Genesis were allowed to have his way..
He shook off that thought quickly, though. He shouldn't think about what would be going on in his world right now. It was simply something that couldn't be helped, so thinking about it would be pointless. And yet..
"That doesn't sound like a very easy job," Angeal said, although somehow, he wasn't surprised to learn that this was what she did. Somehow, it almost seemed like it suited her perfectly. But what did he really know about that? His world didn't have things like this, as far as he knew.
There were still things about this that he didn't understand.
"Guardians.." he repeated. "So, there were more people like you? I'm going to assume, then, that this monster you were fighting was not one to give up so easily?"
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...No. That was one thing Lulu refused to do, was to be put on the defensive front by mere memories. Bringing her gaze back up to meet his, she nodded at his assumption.
"That is correct," the mage confirmed, forming some semblance of a suitable answer. "There were many of us. Lady Yuna had six, counting myself, though two were more for moral support than for genuine protection. And Sin... It was defeated exactly six times in history. But each time, after a time of peace, it would return. It was... quite massive, to say the least."
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"It does sound that way," Angeal said, nodding slightly. It was still a troubling thought, though, that something like that could exist. "Does Sin have.. some sort or purpose? For it to return so often, there must have been something it was after, I imagine."
And he stopped before he could say anything else, the dryness in his throat getting a bit worse as he went on. "If I may," he said, a bit suddenly. "Something to drink..?"
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"It was... retribution. For the evils of Spira." That was the simplest way she could think to describe it. A painful cough. Then, quieter: "If a Summoner made it that far, they would banish Sin from the world, but they themself would be the payment, so to speak. In exchange for an era of peace, the Summoner would sacrifice their own life to become Sin, the next time the beast would return."
That was more than she'd intended to say, but what harm would it do? He wasn't the sort to take it an use it against her, or anything of that variety. At his second words, she nodded at once, glancing around to catch sight of the teapot on a nearby table. Drawing a breath and bracing herself, she pushed herself into an upright position. As she was rising to her feet, however, her body decided this was the perfect time to cough. A lot. And the forward motion of the cough, coupled with the fact that she was now trying to stand, brought on a whole new wave of dizziness and migraine, which stuck around even when the coughing was gone.
Lulu closed her eyes, but she could almost still feel the room spinning. At least her head hurt moderately less this way. "I'll get you some more tea," she offered, almost more to herself than to Angeal. Mentally, she was commanding her body to cooperate, if only for the sake of her pride. Fortunately, though she still felt slightly tipsy, most of the dizziness cleared up and she could remove her hand from its anchor on the arm of the couch.
Stepping over (carefully, but not noticeably so), she reclaimed the teapot, then stepped over to fill his cup. Bu some stroke of luck, the tea actually went into the cup, and she set the pot on the end table within his reach and went to lay back down without much further issue.
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That was all Angeal could really muster up, because such a thing was just so strange to him. It wasn't really that it didn't make sense, because it did, it was just.. incredible. Things seemed to be much more difficult where she came from, and yet, the way she handled it all just seemed so calm. Perhaps, though, that was the only real way one could deal with things like that. Anything else wouldn't be acceptable--that was something he understood well, at least.
Angeal closed his eyes when Lulu got up to get him more to drink. He felt bad. No, horrible for making her have to do these things for him. It wasn't right, considering she was suffering just as much as he was. He'd make sure to pay her back, though. Even if it wasn't now, he couldn't just ignore the deeds she was doing for him.
He immediately reached for the cup now that it was filled again and took a sip. He felt a lot better after drinking again, that was for sure. "Sorry for the trouble," he said, and added afterward, with a bit of a smile--"Thank you."
After she was settled in again, he returned back to the topic at hand. "And, so.. What of your Summoner?" he asked. Of course, that was probably more of a 'What happened before you arrived here?' kind of question, since dedication to the Summoner seemed to be the most important thing for Lulu, from the sounds of it.
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Now, he returned their attention to the conversation. "My most recent Summoner was Lady Yuna. She was quite young as well, but did her duty more bravely and maturely than most grown women or even grown men." Now Lulu realized the contradiction. "She survived the defeat of Sin, Rikku and Tidus made certain of it. It was... different, this time. We did not follow the preset path of a Summoner, but rather, forged her own. I doubt Sin will return, this time, as there was no further life sacrificed in its name."