Nakamori Aoko (
bluediligence) wrote2024-02-11 09:19 pm
> Seasons 🌿 Chocoro
You.
The world.
- fraying unravelling fragmenting -
a wash of blue on blue on blue, ice through your veins, your lungs, a backwards fall into the abyss - until a flashfire spark in too many colors to guess grabs your hand tight, sunshine over water, burning determination and hope and trusttrusttrusttrusttrusttrusttrusttrust
youcandothis!
reverse course
fall up
... land in a heap ...

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[Okay. Just. Push himself to his feet.]
[And try crossing the bridge on foot for the moment.]
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If you look down at any point, you'll see letting etchings in the wood. Reminders to breathe. Questions to help with grounding. Math puzzles. Either way, you'll eventually make it to the gym!
Like most things in The City, it's seen better days; trees and other plants are trying to grow into and around it, the dark forest fighting hard to maintain its foothold. But the gym stands its ground despite everything, with colorful makeshift scaffolding rigged up to support the weaker areas. You can see equally colorful patches of graffiti here and there, too, some on the scaffolding, some on the building proper, and especially around the door.
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[Yyyyyep, looks about right.]
[To the door, checking the graffiti.]
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An inky dark purple, "You were there too, for those kids. You protected them, and called for help when you needed to. You did great, kiddo."
A fiery red, offering a, "Not bad, Pigeon Girl" that you can just tell is approving.
A lighter purple (Kantera's), "Well, I think that Choco is quite heroic, and I'm sure those children would agree with me."
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[Whose calling her Pigeon Girl though? Well, at least she approves....]
[Okay. Lets head into the gym. Carefully.]
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