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[Open] Surrender's Not an Option
Who: Beatrix, You, Any Necessary NPCs, Etc., etc.
Which: Open Log
Where: Reverein, Wildlands, etc.
What: Beatrix is getting to know the area one begrudging emotion at a time.
Warnings: TBD (Will update if needed.)
01. Thorny Cages
02. Disney Princess 101
03. Wildcard
Which: Open Log
Where: Reverein, Wildlands, etc.
What: Beatrix is getting to know the area one begrudging emotion at a time.
Warnings: TBD (Will update if needed.)
01. Thorny Cages
[The more she's here, the more she dislikes it. The more she realises that just about everything is based on whatever she may feel or whatever she wants to will into existence, the more it grates on her nerves. Beatrix has always been a relatively closed-off woman, keen to keep her information close to heart, supposing she even has one.
It's finally beginning to catch up to her. In the back of her mind, she can hear Tifa's warning about her abode and what could happen to it if she isn't willing to marginally play along with the requirements of this world. Beatrix's treehouse is a comfortably suffocating home, overgrown with thorny stems and roses, about as symbolic as one could be. As caged as Beatrix is. As caged as Beatrix has sometimes felt when one removes the title and role from her.
She'd love to be further away from people, but it seems that's just not particularly likely and she can't exactly pick up and just move. Faced with no shortage of sprawled vines over stairway, Beatrix settles a hand atop her hip. There's a pile of roses that she's clearly manually removed with her sword, but none of that's helped because they just keep growing back.]
Surely I could have solved this simply imagining Alexandria castle.
[She scoffs, though seems to realise that an answer like that would have been too easy. If just anyone could live in a castle, then surely they all would, wouldn't they? Either way, it doesn't seem as if she'll be going anywhere anytime soon.]
02. Disney Princess 101
This is demeaning and undignified.
[She is the general of a military. Not an errand girl. Not an attendant. Not a sellsword. Not a mercenary. She deserves better. At least, where Beatrix's lines of comfort are concerned, she's convinced that she deserves better. Logic reasons with her. In this place, it doesn't matter who or what she was back home. That role, that title, that position means absolutely nothing here. It's because of that, that she's even gotten herself involved.
A fairly nondescript local has been in search of a particular species of mushroom located just within the more welcoming part of the Wildlands. It isn't something Beatrix would ordinarily concern herself with, but given that her only options so far have been to sternly continue questioning Reverein locals about how one goes about returning to the waking world or finding some other way to survive on some kind of sustenance without having to ask someone else for assistance, mushroom hunting might be a better way to pass the time.
It doesn't take her long to regret this act of charity on her part. What can anyone really give her here that would benefit her, anyway? Beatrix is a self-sufficient woman normally, not keen on relying on others, and often believing that in many cases, she knows best. When obligation, of course, doesn't play a part in things.
For as unsuspecting as the friendly part of the woods seem to be, Beatrix's presence doesn't leave it untouched. Her disdain may as well follow her in the flesh, a twisting of branches and plants in her path, closing passages that otherwise would have been open, the withering of flowers too cowardly to face her. Surely one's greatest misadventure would be to get caught in a forest with Alexandria's most capable general.
But at least she has a sword. She can just cut her way out, right?]
03. Wildcard
[As written. Beatrix has some TDM prompts, which can be used here as well. I'm also quite happy to write closed starters for interested parties. Feel free to write your own if that fancy strikes you, or contact me via PM or atofthesky.]
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She doesn't bother to ask it because she suspects nothing Zidane can say would actually convince her. Instead, her attention turns onto... Boco, as it were and she eyes the bird curiously.]
Where did you get this? Are there more?
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I'm sure there are, but I found Boco wandering around on his own in another part of the wildlands. Not sure why he was on his own, but I hope this guy wasn't pushed out of his flock.
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[It's not even his. What if it belongs to someone else? But if it does, that could mean someone else from their home world. It could also mean someone else from Alexandria. The thought of that piques Beatrix's interest almost immediately.]
Surely chocobos are not native here. Did it not occur to you that if there is one, there could be more, which could also mean others we know?
[As she's thinking it over, she lifts a hand to Boco to let him get a sniff at her. She's a friend, not a foe. Probably.]
Regardless, I suppose his assistance would be... practical. He is here, after all. Might as well put him to work.
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[Don't tell him what to do, you're not his mom.]
Oh yeah, I know that, but just as it's likely someone else brought them here, either one of us could've too.
[Because he's been thinking about Chocobos since learning more about actual horses, and then there was Roost. Also, Boco tilts his head and sniffs, and then nuzzles his beak against her hand. He's an easy-going chocobo.]
Good thing for us, he loves searching for things.
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Well, I certainly did not. I think the whole notion of that is absolutely illogical.
[Tell him how you really feel, Beatrix. Has she mentioned yet how much she really, really doesn't like that things in this world are affected by her feelings and her desires? It's awful.
Turning her attention onto Boco again when he nuzzles into her hand, she offers him a pet. At least she's friendly with the birds.]
We may need to offer him some incentive. Something to offer as gratitude for his search. Gysahl greens?
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Eh, it was probably me. I was thinking of Choco a lot going through the forest.
[Though, he's concerned what might happen the longer she continued to deny how she could affect the world. Hell, the forest was continuing to change - it was making Boco shift.]
[Fortunately, the pets settle him down.]
Oh yeah, we can give him those. I'm just not sure if the ones I'm growing are ready yet so if we happen to find any, those should work.
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I doubt I need to say it, but I do not simply carry them on me. Alexandrian soldiers have not had need to employ the use of chocobos as cavalry units in my knighthood.
[Although she supposes there is something distinctly gallant about chocobos clad in armour. To say the least of their riders.]
On the other hand, he may simply eat whatever he chooses to find here. There is likely no shortage of what he might consider food in the forest.
[Provided he doesn't eat something poisonous to him. She settles her attention back onto Boco, offering a more reassuring rub along his neck.] Settled, then? If you can manage to not eat the mushroom we are looking for, you can eat anything else along the way.
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Nah, I get it. Probably be different if chocobos could fly or if all of them could cross mountains.
[But that's not really the case.]
Hehe, that works! He's not picky, and I'd like to think he knows what not to eat.
[And Boco seems to be intently listening to the pretty but scary lady, chirping in agreement with the deal. Hey, if he can eat anything, but the mushrooms, sounds good to him.]
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[At least they know when to run. As far as she's aware. Beatrix is no expert with chocobos and it's not as though she's spent much time around them. After she gives Boco one more encouraging pat, her attention turns onto Zidane.]
Before you said that it was possible chocobos here were brought by either of us. What did you mean by that? I have heard and discovered that feelings we harbour affect this world, but I suspect you were speaking of something different.
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[Though, he's not going to mention the whole... Paradise thing. Leave chocobo to chocobo. Boco fluffs his feathers after the last pat while Zidane blinks.]
Oh that? Well, emotions affect things immediately around us while we're here, but this place can be altered by all the dreams we have and share. I know I thought of chocobos before when someone told me about horses being common in their world.
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[But what does she know, really? Beatrix has barely spent any time around them and her association with chocobo farmers or whatever the case may be is low in its own regard.
As Zidane addresses what she's asked of him, she's dreadfully attentive, hanging onto his every word as she pieces things together.]
If I am understanding you correctly, it is likely that your thought of them as comparison resulted in their conjuring. Or something to that effect. I assume they are as... unreal as we are, given the nature of the world. That is to say, if it is a dream world, I am sceptical over how real any of this may be.
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[Well, if the bird was up for meeting new people. The Beatrix he knows in present might be more open to it.]
Yeah, pretty much. And I mean, depends on how real the dream feels, right? Ever had one where you're falling, but then you wake up realizing you didn't actually? It's still hard to remember that you didn't actually fall.
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...Why? What benefit does that serve him? Or her? (Not that Beatrix would ever presume to think that Zidane would do something to benefit her, as she certainly does not think she would for him.) She supposes it may be of benefit to the bird, but he's... also a bird.
Let Zidane do as Zidane will do. Beatrix doesn't seem to agree or disagree with his plan of action where the chocobo is concerned.]
I have not had dreams like that.
[At least, none so recent. It is possible, and very likely, that in younger years she has, though she doesn't seem particularly moved to discuss her years prior to the knighthood. Very pointedly, she takes her gaze off of Zidane, using their real reason for being in the forest—mushroom hunting—as an appropriate means to stall for time and composition.]
I do not recall most of the dreams I have, and those that I do, I would prefer never to have had at all.
[A rare sliver of the general's honesty, that. Beatrix's dreams as of late have been littered with Brahne's orders and actions alike, spurring her own, and the consequences of such things that were never Beatrix's true intentions.]
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[But eh, focus on the dream talks.]
Good, you don't want them.
[Because they suck and are awful.]
That's fair. I usually don't dream if I'm really tired, and the bad dreams are kinda far between.
[He had no one's recently and he'd like to keep it that way...]
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[She'll find out eventually. She's barely slept since she arrived, honestly. Far too restless. In need of distraction.]
It may not matter. Mushroom hunting has very little to do with dreaming, regardless. No amount of my dreaming is going to get us closer to this thing we are searching for. [She motions for Boco.] Come on, then. Show us what you can do, hm? We will make certain something good is in it for you.
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[It's just... repeating a word over and over makes it feel like less of a word, and now he's confused at which point they're dreaming or how deep does a dream go. Layers of dreams? He shakes his head and gives Boco a pat.]
You heard Beatrix. Ready to give some mushroom hunting a try?
[If there's always something to lighten the mood, it's the happy cry of 'kweh' as Boco flaps his wings a bit. He's up for the challenge! And, turn his head briefly left and right, he'll begin to walk in the first direction he picks mushrooms up on.]
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If anything, she'll come out of this experience thinking of dreams in an entirely different way. Provided she recalls any of it, of course.
Her attention turns onto Boco and she waits until he picks a rather enthused direction to begin misadventuring in. In her own pace, she tails after him, resting a hand atop the pommel of her sword. One can never be too prepared, after all.]
He certainly seems to be. [She observes quietly.] In the future for such excursions, I may need to borrow him for similar purpose if this works out as intended.