He’s tough to find, but it’s become something of a game: a few times every week, she bundles up in her coat and gear and buckles herself into her boots, and sets out. She usually has a direction in mind –– where she saw him last, how far he’s willing to get from people, how low on supplies he seemed to be.
And it’s a good game. A fun one. Oscillating between the wilderness and Etraya’s quiet civilization is an ideal circumstance for a person who abhors being alone as much as she does. Even if she comes up empty-handed, she’s guaranteed to have friendly faces to return to, and on those days, at least she can say she got the fresh air and good exercise, especially on these crisp winter afternoons that make it real tempting to stay indoors. No sense in letting her stamina ebb away, or missing a chance to practice crossing rivers. She’s learning Etraya like the back of her hand, too.
When she finds him, even better. All the above and more.
Today, she picks up on his trail and she feels… well, optimistic about seeing him, otherwise she wouldn’t bother staying out so late her ears start to sting, but she’s determined, too. Maybe today’s the day she pushes him, just a little. She’ll decide when she gets her first glimpse of him, see how he is.
So she ‘stalks’ him for a bit, being fairly careless about keeping quiet, snow crunching under her boots. She grins a little more with every glimpse of him, ready to close the gap as soon as he acknowledges her presence.
The minute he does, she laughs and breaks out into a run, and she leaps at him like she’s aiming to end up right in his arms. Think fast!
It's not that Verso dislikes their company -- he finds himself missing the rest of the Expedition's company more often than not. Sometimes it seems like its not that different from his previous years on the Continent: its just nice to get a break from all the damn lies, and the only way to do that was to get away from everyone he has to lie to. But it's worse, and he knows it is, when this was the team that followed him to the end of the world, when this was the team that he remembers choosing to still fight by his side even after everything was pulled into light.
But they don't remember. Any of it. It burns worse and worse, makes all the lies feel that much heavier. Clea being gone shouldn't hurt, not when she wasn't at all the sister he knew and loved -- but it does hurt. And none of them remember meeting her, remember being there when they watched her drive blade after blade of her own nevrons through her own body. None of them remember hearing the anguish in his voice when he tried to call out to her.
The cold and the snow are comfortable, if anything. Verso's uniform isn't as warm as it could be, but the cold of the mountains is a mostly a fond memory, even if it makes him all the more aware of how he's not even keeping Monoco at his side. He hears someone else's footsteps crunching through the snow, but doesn't think too much of it -- he's not the only person who likes to quietly mill around the woods.
But then he hears it again, and closer. And again. Someone is here, on the same trail, or maybe on his trail? A few time he stops and squints through the trees, not quite seeing anyone, maybe movement, a shape, but the next time the figure is that much closer.
"-- Sciel?"
Huh.
Wait.
"Wait, wait wait waitwait--"
Too late. She's barreling towards him, utterly determined, and Verso barely has time to entirely process what's happening. He reacts on instinct, only just barely managing to catch her, his arms tight around her as her sheer momentum sends him tumbling back a few clumsy, staggering steps. It's less a graceful catch and into a spin, more of a man teetering on the edge of falling over, and he only just manages partially thanks to his boots somewhat sunk into the snow.
No waiting here. Sciel latches onto him mid-air, arms around his neck, one leg around his waist, her heart stopping momentarily as they lurch into a fast circle, her head spinning as she’s abruptly turned. Was this stupid? Oh well. If they’re both about to end up on their asses in the snow, at least she’ll get her comeuppance by breaking his fall.
But he manages, and she does take mercy enough to put one foot down, hopping a little on her toes to help slow momentum.
“Good catch!” she says, another laugh just off her breath. She gives him a thumping pat on the back, and cranes her neck back enough to get a good look at his face. Her eyes are bright, her cheeks rosy from the cold. “Have to keep you on your toes, you know.”
And besides, if he can occupy her mind as much as he does, she’s not going to hesitate to press herself into his company in turn. Someone has to maintain a tether between them all, lest he drift off on his own entirely. It might as well be her.
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@verso, he's a creative
I'd never turn down a good excuse for a drink.
Is there an occasion?
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none. meet me at rocky's.
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I was just talking with Sophie about her boyfriend, Quentin. Have you met him yet, by any chance?
Also, I’m stopping by later. If you’re not there, I’ll just make myself at home. Could be very fun so choose wisely.
Bises,
Sciel
STALKING reverse uno
And it’s a good game. A fun one. Oscillating between the wilderness and Etraya’s quiet civilization is an ideal circumstance for a person who abhors being alone as much as she does. Even if she comes up empty-handed, she’s guaranteed to have friendly faces to return to, and on those days, at least she can say she got the fresh air and good exercise, especially on these crisp winter afternoons that make it real tempting to stay indoors. No sense in letting her stamina ebb away, or missing a chance to practice crossing rivers. She’s learning Etraya like the back of her hand, too.
When she finds him, even better. All the above and more.
Today, she picks up on his trail and she feels… well, optimistic about seeing him, otherwise she wouldn’t bother staying out so late her ears start to sting, but she’s determined, too. Maybe today’s the day she pushes him, just a little. She’ll decide when she gets her first glimpse of him, see how he is.
So she ‘stalks’ him for a bit, being fairly careless about keeping quiet, snow crunching under her boots. She grins a little more with every glimpse of him, ready to close the gap as soon as he acknowledges her presence.
The minute he does, she laughs and breaks out into a run, and she leaps at him like she’s aiming to end up right in his arms. Think fast!
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But they don't remember. Any of it. It burns worse and worse, makes all the lies feel that much heavier. Clea being gone shouldn't hurt, not when she wasn't at all the sister he knew and loved -- but it does hurt. And none of them remember meeting her, remember being there when they watched her drive blade after blade of her own nevrons through her own body. None of them remember hearing the anguish in his voice when he tried to call out to her.
The cold and the snow are comfortable, if anything. Verso's uniform isn't as warm as it could be, but the cold of the mountains is a mostly a fond memory, even if it makes him all the more aware of how he's not even keeping Monoco at his side. He hears someone else's footsteps crunching through the snow, but doesn't think too much of it -- he's not the only person who likes to quietly mill around the woods.
But then he hears it again, and closer. And again. Someone is here, on the same trail, or maybe on his trail? A few time he stops and squints through the trees, not quite seeing anyone, maybe movement, a shape, but the next time the figure is that much closer.
"-- Sciel?"
Huh.
Wait.
"Wait, wait wait waitwait--"
Too late. She's barreling towards him, utterly determined, and Verso barely has time to entirely process what's happening. He reacts on instinct, only just barely managing to catch her, his arms tight around her as her sheer momentum sends him tumbling back a few clumsy, staggering steps. It's less a graceful catch and into a spin, more of a man teetering on the edge of falling over, and he only just manages partially thanks to his boots somewhat sunk into the snow.
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But he manages, and she does take mercy enough to put one foot down, hopping a little on her toes to help slow momentum.
“Good catch!” she says, another laugh just off her breath. She gives him a thumping pat on the back, and cranes her neck back enough to get a good look at his face. Her eyes are bright, her cheeks rosy from the cold. “Have to keep you on your toes, you know.”
And besides, if he can occupy her mind as much as he does, she’s not going to hesitate to press herself into his company in turn. Someone has to maintain a tether between them all, lest he drift off on his own entirely. It might as well be her.