[ACTION] BACKDATED TO THE LATTER HALF OF JULY 28TH obviously I win forever

[blessingone]

[The backyard of House 34 is perhaps one of the calmer and more beautiful holographic worlds in the rather chaotic mid-event Luceti. The rivers and cliffs of Fallingwater provide a wide view of the forest and town below as the water tumbles into graceful aqueducts that sweep across the lowest portions. Only a handful of eggbears and peepit chicks might ruin the atmosphere, but they are much too weak to give trouble to even to a first-level adventurer.

And even those who cannot defend themselves may not find themselves in danger. A bird stands on the edge of the river, about half as tall as a human, with a feather nearly as long as his tall neck on its head and a tail about as long as his height. Rather than being aggressive to any visitors, he attacks the holograms when they come near and quickly dispatches them, before returning to the river's edge. He's not a hologram, but the pet of the girl he is watching. So try not to kill him.

Said girl is sitting in the river, knees drawn up to her chest, her head down. She isn't moving or making a sound. She isn't really thinking about much, either. She doesn't really want to.]

[NOTE (Legendia Main Quest spoilers, I suppose): So, the thread hasn't finished due to my standard tagging rate, but it seems that Norma is going to have spilled the beans that Fenimore is going to be fatally wounded about a second or two after she gets back from Luceti. So she's not exactly taking it well. As such, she will be extremely moody and a bit short-tempered. And she might decide to refuse to talk to people for really irrational reasons. I mean, understandably. But this is to warn people that Fenimore may get angry or just clam up entirely for reasons that are not the fault of the taggers. So, yeah. Apologies in advance. I keep having to do this for Fenimore. She'll be at least acting like she's okay in a couple of days (by which I mean she was already doing so several days ago), though.]

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[rogue-hunt.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head, stretching his legs and feeling the cool water on his feet. And you should count your lucky stars you didn't say that out loud.]

You sure as hell don't look it. Come on, what's eatin' at ya?

[blessingone]

[She frowns, even if that wouldn't be visible for him.

Flatly:] A fish. [...Well, sort of. There is a small fish nibbling at her toes, but it doesn't fall under "monster." Rather, it falls under "very confused Luceti fish."]

[rogue-hunt.livejournal.com]

[Biggest deadpan look ever, Fenimore.]

That ain't what I mean. You look like someone just killed your dog. [Worst timing for that expression.] You can tell me what's goin' on.

[blessingone]

[She doesn't quite flinch at the expression, but she does shift and grimaces, though he can't see the latter.]

Maybe I don't want to talk about it.

[rogue-hunt.livejournal.com]

Yeah, all right. Did that once'n paid for it.

[He bends over, gathering some water in his cupped hands and splashing it on his face. Once he shakes himself off, he leans back on his hands to look up at the sky.]

Didn't do me any good tryin' to deal with it on my own. You think you're gonna do better?

[blessingone]

Maybe I will. I'm not as stupid as you.

[She doesn't really mean it, but being upset makes her very unkind. Unwrapping her arms and letting them drop down into the water, she raises her head, even though she still doesn't look at him.]

[rogue-hunt.livejournal.com]

[Now that rankles him and he grumbles in irritation.]

Just 'cause you ain't happy don't mean you gotta say stuff like that! You're just gonna sit there'n take everythin' out on the rest of us? Ain't fair if we dunno what the hell set you off.

[blessingone]

[She twists to glare at him.]

And what right do you have to know everything about me? I never asked you to dig into my feelings! Am I supposed to spill everything to anyone who asks? [Turning away midsetence, she balls her hands into fists and splashes her arms down into the water at her side.] And I'm sure your bubbly friend would be happy to tell you.

[rogue-hunt.livejournal.com]

[Bubbly friend? ...Oh shit. He didn't even get the chance to tell her not to say anything while everything was going to hell.]

Aw hell. [He sighs.] Nah, you don't gotta spill anythin'. Think I know what's botherin' you now. Kinda my fault.

[blessingone]

[That gets her to turn to glare at him.]

What do you mean, this is your fault?

[rogue-hunt.livejournal.com]

[He cringes slightly. Oops.]

I'm the one who told Bubbles you were here. Just...didn't tell her you didn't know what happened.

[blessingone]

[She doesn't reply at first, not sure how to take that. It's not like Norma wouldn't have figured it out herself, eventually -- there was only so long she could be mistaken for her sister. But the pause lets her put one more thing together.]

...You've been keeping it from me. [She actually looks and sounds less accusatory and more like she's confirming it. She's had a lot of time to think about how Shirley had certainly been hiding it from her, and, right now, she's not sure whether it's a good thing or a bad thing.]