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fearlessly) wrote2019-09-08 05:43 pm
fearlessly) wrote2019-09-08 05:43 pm
batb part two: electric boogaloo
[ alisaie is not afraid of the woods.
truthfully, alisaie is not afraid of much at all - not the things that most are afraid of, at least. she does not fear the dark, or wolves, or bandits. she does not fear loud storms or knives in the dark of faerie tale monsters stalking haunted forests. what she fears is being along. grieving. losing those she loves.
and that is why she is here. alisaie has ridden tirelessly through the night, driving baptiste hard over the hard, wintry earth, her breath frozen in her lungs, the frigid wind stinging her cheeks and ears and eyes. alphinaud is her entire world. he is all that she has, all of her family that remains, and the thought of living her life without him, moving forward alone..
she would rather not move forward at all.
and so she will find him, regardless of he consequence, heedless of the potential danger, for without him, she has no life at all.
baptiste remembers the way, and though she can feel the tension and fear in the body of the horse beneath her, still they press on, hooves slamming hard into the earth, empty branches pulling at her hair, whipping over their heads. the forest seems to go on and on, deeper and deeper into darkness and mist, until at long, long last the space opens up, and a dark castle looms ahead, its twisted spires climbing into the gray sky, its gloomy edifice frowning down as she approaches the wrought iron gates choked with decayed vines.
alisaie is not afraid of much, yet still the sight of it sends a chill down her spine.
what is this place? she's heard of no such estate as this - a castle, so close to the village? how have there been no stories? no history? she has ridden less than a day to find her brother, not far from home at all, and yet.. there is nothing in their books about this great castle, no tall tales, nothing at all. it is a phantom. still, somehow it feels familiar to her.. like a memory of a dream's dream.
exhaling a shudder, alisaie slides from baptiste's back, leading him to an icy, overgrown brook for a drink, looping the reins over a strong, bare branch before at last she approaches the castle. it's silent, sinister, but she.. she has no choice. if this is where alphinaud is, then she must press forward. the rusted gates groan, splitting the silence, and alisaie approaches the great doors, the old rotten oak swinging beneath her weight as she slips carefully into the great, dark foyer. ]
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she is perfectly fine and in one piece, the blow came mainly at the expense of her pride, so when alisaie scrambles to sit up she is red as a beet, snow in her hair and clinging to her face, her entire expression twisted up in petulant fury. how could she have fallen like this!! how could that tree root have betrayed her so deeply!!
how could he laugh at her so hard!!!!!!!!!! ]
Oh, shut up you -- !
[ she starts, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, and without another thought she's balling up snow in her gloved hands and flinging it right into his smug, laughing face!! and trying very hard not to also laugh.. ]
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Remember when he was big and intimidating and broody??? Would she have ever dared to throw a snowball at that version of him...
Regardless of his surprise, he is quick to retaliate, scooping up a considerable amount of snow into his hands and dumping it right on top of her head.
He's got the advantage here, as well. ]
Ha! Two can play that game!
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and wow, that is a lot of snow?? it's so cold!! she gives a shout of surprise when the frigid snow tumbles down her collar. ]
Oh, how dare you!
[ it's on, now!! alisaie does a big cheat and calls the aether to her hands, using the wind to kick up a great big wall of snow right into his face.. ]
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Oh, now you're asking for it!
[ He is gathering up the largest snowball he can manage, which is saying something, because of giant robo body and arms. She is going down. So much for being worried about her being hurt... ]
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but alisaie isn't afraid. she's got cheater magic!! cheater magic that she doesn't even need tbh, because as soon as hes got that gigantic snowball made and is lifting it to assault her with, alisaie flings a very precise snowball of her own, nailing him right in the face!!
try to throw that now, smart guy!! ]
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With his arms full of snow, Prompto can do nothing to wipe the snow from his face, meaning it takes him a few moments to shake loose the flakes of ice from his eyes. Which leaves him vulnerable for a few moments longer...but as soon as he can see her even a little, he lobs his massive snowball at her, a cannonball of cold, wet destruction. ]
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but now the bell tolleth for her.. alisaie had expected him to lose his grip on the giant snowball, so she had no real defense plan to speak of, and they are standing close enough to one another that there is no chance of escape.
she tries anyway, managing to scramble back a few steps but there's no avoiding it, the snowball hits her like an avalanche and she goes down with a shout, buried. she's dead now. rip. the curse will never be lifted. ]
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Instead, Alisaie is dead now, buried in a grave of snow. Maybe he went a tad bit overboard with that snowball, but, look, look! she cheated and used magic, he was just using his advantage!!
Not even trying to restrain his laughter this time, he kneels down next to her once again, beginning to brush away the snow and offering her a hand up. ]
Alright there, my lady?
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how kind of him to dig out her body. alisaie is veritably covered in snow, much of which she shakes off like a dog, scowling directly at him. ]
Oh, take your my lady and shove it up your arse!
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S-sorry, you just — you just should've seen the look on your face...
[ Were their positions reverse, she'd be having a field day and she knows it! ]
I suppose our race ended in a draw, huh?
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How kind of you..
[ she got in a few good ones but come on, there's a clear winner here. he's just trying to be nice!! ]
You can repay my for that egregious attack on my person with double hot chocolate.
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[ He chuckles, his hand moving to rest on her shoulder as they move inside. He thinks nothing of it at the moment — it was, after all, a common sign of camaraderie among himself and his friends. Prompto used to be such a touchy-feely person, and while he doesn't want to step over any boundaries, they've grown close enough to allow for this, he thinks. ]
C'mon. Let's get you warmed up.