rakuen | these boots were made for running [open]

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these boots were made for running [open]

Characters: Sora and YOU.
Format: Any
This log is: open
Location: The road around Rakuen's inner town. Other places as she gets lost.
Summary: Having been asleep for quite a while, and thus having missed a lot, Sora attempts to get back to her knightly training regime after the assembly. In the meantime, she thinks. Dangerous, I know.
Warnings: None

Running was easy. Even if she couldn't remember where to go, or what to do, she could still just follow the road around the outside of the town, past the gates of the schools, until she was too tired to keep running. Movement was her only talent, after all. It helped to subdue her frustrations at always being asleep or injured when her friends needed her - when everyone needed someone to help them. This place was even more complicated than the Utopia Academy, and without someone like Tsuki or Karin to guide her, Sora had absolutely no idea which path to take to help everyone. If she fought the system with all of her strength, wouldn't it hurt the headmistress and the others? Wouldn't they be forced to punish those around her, in retaliation? No, she didn't want to take that road. It would only lead to pain and bitterness.

But that didn't leave many options. Sora wasn't exactly imaginative at the best of times. She needed something to do rather than something to think about. She couldn't even remember anything that would be useful to everyone! And so she ran. If she trained, if she learned how to fight properly, she could at least fulfill the role of a simple knight.

She rounded a corner, and, seeing someone on the path ahead of her, stopped beneath one of the groomed trees next to the road to catch her breath. That was another thing she could do, wasn't it? She could make sure she knew everyone in the city, so when they needed help, she could give it. No problem at all. She wiped sweat from her forehead, and waved to the approaching person.

"Good morning!"

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"Morning," Becca offered quietly. She was a quiet and sullen girl, unless you caught her around Shion. She'd been defeated with Sora's weapon once, though Sora hadn't actually been there, so Becca didn't connect the dots about who she was seeing. "What school are you from?" she asked curiously, trying to make conversation even if she was terrifically bad at it.

"School?" Sora blinked, train of thought gone. She didn't know the girl personally, but she'd always made a point of learning the names of everyone she'd battled, as Weapon and Player both. This was Becca, Shion's friend. So her smile was instant and earnest. "Oh! Fortitude. The, um, green one."

"Oh, same here," Becca offered, wondering why the other girl was so cheerful all of a sudden. "Are you a player this round?" she asked, wondering if that was it. Since she'd gotten all of her upgrades, Becca's weapon didn't suck any more, so she supposed she was worth smiling at.

"My name's Becca, what's yours...?"

"I know, Shion talks about about you a lot! I'm Sora." She held out her hand, having learned to default to the western style of greeting. "It's nice to meet you!"

"O-oh," she answered with a blush. "I didn't think he'd tell anyone about me...what does he say?" she asked nervously. Still, the other girl was offering her hand, so Becca took it and gave it a gentle shake. "It's nice to meet you, too, Sora. A friend of Shion's is a friend of mine."

"He said you're a really good artist! You're teaching him how to draw, right?" The friendship was thus mutual. And eternal. "I was going to ask him to introduce us, but I keep falling asleep..."

Well that perked her up quite a bit. She smiled warmly and nodded her head. "That's right. I draw all the time, but I can't remember why I started. It was for a reason, I think... I think." She rubbed at her head, trying to banish the fog that crept up just from thinking about it. "I think he could be a good artist, he's really smart."

"Right?" She managed to look sheepish. "He helps me with homework sometimes, because I don't understand any of it. Except the physical lessons. What's your favourite subject?"

"I dunno. I'm not really good at school...can't remember why," she said sheepishly. "I'm not even good at physical stuff, either. I keep fainting."

"Have you tried jogging?" Sora was perhaps a little biased towards her own regime. "Getting your body moving in the morning is the best."

"I still faint," she said with a sigh. She didn't understand the reason or the cause, but she had a weak heart that would give out if it got going too quickly.

"Maybe you could get some medicine for it. There's things from every world here, so that must mean there's a lot of super-advanced medicine..."

"I never thought of going to the nurse... I should go find Shion," she murmured, not wanting to go alone. "I never really went to the doctor back home, I don't wanna be by myself..."

"It's better when you have people to visit you," Sora agreed. "My friend Yuki was always in the infirmary before, so we were there all the time."

She nodded quietly. "I don't even know what to expect... I...actually don't think I've been to the doctor since I was three or four..."

"Haha! Morning kiddo!" He called back in enthusiasm, offering the girl a wide, bright smile in return for the greeting as well. "How are ya doin'?"

"Great!" She'd gotten her breathing back under control, anyway. "Ah- How are you?"

"I'm awesome kid! Whatcha doin'?" He was curious.

[Louis is actually running in the opposite direction from Sora, trying to take flight. He is failing miserably each time, and doesn't notice her greeting at first. Even if he did, he couldn't respond.]

[ uwah that bird is really big. Guess who hasn't seen a swan before. She gets back to the path and runs over, in case he's hurt. ] Um, good morning?

[Oh, hey! He turns to meet her better. He brought his communicator along this time, so he can type!]

Good morning to you, as well.

Oh! You're our music teacher, aren't you?

[He nods.] I was trying to fly. But I don't remember how anymore.

Golbez had just gone out for a walk, with no particular destination in mind. It was Sunday, so he didn't have anywhere to really be. When he caught sight of Sora crossing his path, he waved back slightly.

"Ah. Good afternoon, Sora."

And, naturally, she waved back. Again. Did he count as one of her teachers? She guessed so, even if she'd forgotten to do the homework she'd accidentally picked up. He wouldn't remember that, hopefully.

"Wow, it's the afternoon already? Where are you headed?"

He did remember it. He also wasn't expecting her to actually turn the assignment in.

"No place in particular. I'm just on a walk, that's all. And you?"

"I'm training!" She was happy to explain. "I need to work hard if I'm going to help everyone whenever I'm awake."

"Whenever you're awake? Ah-- You have been rather scarce lately. Were you in a coma?"

It's really quite irritating how often that happens to people.

"I think so," she replied. "I wake up in the infirmary a lot." She'd also found people in her own school to keep her from straying over to Conquest every day.

John smiled up at the girl from where he was sitting in the bench. She looked like a sweet young lady. "Good morning, my lady."

She blinked, still smiling. Looked around, as though there would be another girl in a long, sweeping dress behind her. Nope. He must've meant her. This must be the new, adult John, right? Like the older Dave she'd seen in the assembly.

"Are you waiting for someone?" She flopped down on the bench next to him without a second thought, slightly occupied by the task of tying up her hair again from where it had gotten free of the ribbon.

"Not at all. I'm just enjoying the scenery. It's quite different from my home." He inhaled, stretching out his arms. He watched her gather up her hair.

"What is your name, maiden? And, oh! Would you like some assistance?"

"Yes!" Sora latched onto the offer with customary delight. "I was trying to work out how to make everyone happy here, and I don't think I can do it alone." Never mind that this wasn't the aid he'd intended to offer. Nope. He was now a hero.

John blushed. "Oh. I meant -- with your hair ribbon, but don't get me wrong, I am very much interested in what you are talking about. I was a King back home, you see, and I did my best to help my people. If I could somehow do that here... well, that would be just wonderful. What do you have in mind, miss?"

"Oh, thank you!" She turned and stopped messing to let him help with the ribbon, with, again, no sign of shyness. People just helped her with stuff like this, right? She turned her head a little to peer at him in awe, though. "A king? That's amazing!"

"It's no problem."

John wasn't reserved either, so he gathered up her hair and tied it up, but not without his fingers fumbling. He was a typical man that didn't know anything about hair tying, so strands of hair stuck out in awkward places. He tried to push them down with no avail.

"There. Thank you, most people seemed to think so -- but anyway, you have not answered my question. How are you planning on making people happy here?"

[Jake was out wandering around as he has taken up doing. There was still a lot to see in the city. When he was suddenly greeted he grinned. People could sure be friendly.]

Salutations, madame!

[ the translator apparently has some issues translating that, because it takes Sora a moment before she realises he said hello. It's not you, Jake, it's her. ]

Um! How are you today?

[No, we're pretty sure its just as much him, too. You'll see.]

Capitol, and you?

A little sleepy. [ oh okay. Well that's fine she'll deal. ] Um! You're from Fortitude too, right? I'm Sora.

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