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[ unfortunately, there's not much of a verbal response from aggron. it perks up visibly when he sees edna approach, but he's quickly reminded of why he's here... even though he's not even sure if she'll accept him.
he looks especially disappointed at her second question - he and aron went their separate ways. she said that there was another human that steven would have wanted to protect, so she went with them... leaving him alone to wait for edna. it was a hard decision, but one that he had accepted.
the prodding with her parasol doesn't bother him, but he does let out a sound that's not unlike a dejected whimper. ]
he looks especially disappointed at her second question - he and aron went their separate ways. she said that there was another human that steven would have wanted to protect, so she went with them... leaving him alone to wait for edna. it was a hard decision, but one that he had accepted.
the prodding with her parasol doesn't bother him, but he does let out a sound that's not unlike a dejected whimper. ]
[ ...Right. Steven. She's not sure how to handle this kind of thing; after all she's said and done for the bodies she's buried and the shrines she's maintained, she never really had on of their (practically) family members follow her back.
Still, she knows that she can't really leave Aggron alone either. The rest of the gang are a bunch of bleeding hearts anyway (she's just better at washing away the bloodstains on the outside), so she knows that they probably wouldn't object to having him over for a while. ]
...All right. I think I get it.
[ Without further ado, she swipes her card to unlock the apartment door and holds it open for Aggron. ]
Give them one look of the puppy eyes or whimper and they'll mother you to no end. Especially Mikleo and Alisha. I'm warning you.
[ They're all good, trustworthy people, is what she's trying to say here. ]
Still, she knows that she can't really leave Aggron alone either. The rest of the gang are a bunch of bleeding hearts anyway (she's just better at washing away the bloodstains on the outside), so she knows that they probably wouldn't object to having him over for a while. ]
...All right. I think I get it.
[ Without further ado, she swipes her card to unlock the apartment door and holds it open for Aggron. ]
Give them one look of the puppy eyes or whimper and they'll mother you to no end. Especially Mikleo and Alisha. I'm warning you.
[ They're all good, trustworthy people, is what she's trying to say here. ]
[ ...omg. he doesn't know who any of those other people are, but that's great! he's just glad that edna is allowing him to stay by her side, at least for the time being. he perks up, tail swishing in happiness (though careful not to hit anything...).
he'll be extra cautious as he bumbles through the door to make sure that nothing gets wrecked as he walks. he'll sleep outside if he ends up being too big for indoors, but this is so exciting! ]
he'll be extra cautious as he bumbles through the door to make sure that nothing gets wrecked as he walks. he'll sleep outside if he ends up being too big for indoors, but this is so exciting! ]
[ how exactly do you come back from the dead?
the question never really occurred to steven - waking up in the nexus code was surprising enough. seeing that tendril coming towards him and feeling the momentary, indescribably pain before everything went dark... he thought that would have been his final moment.
but, as cerealia continues to do, he's been proven wrong. after exiting ViViD as quickly as possible (quite a task without his pokemon, as he's come to learn), he finds that his wounds healed as if there hadn't been any in the first place. the only reminder of what had happened are his memories and the blood on his clothes; without the latter, he swears he could convince himself that it was all some sort of nightmare.
the first thing he does is head to his apartment to freshen up - he has responsibilities to attend and people to apologize to, and he doesn't want them to worry more than they might be already. in a crisp suit with not a trace of blood to be found, he heads out to meet the people who he suspects had been burdened by his death.
with edna, he actually has a hard time figuring out that she has any of his pokemon to begin with. he knew that aggron liked her, sure... but he wasn't nearly as close with her as his other pokemon were with the respective humans he found them with. it takes some tracking with skarmory in order to sniff aggron out, but it's kiiiiind of hard to miss a gigantic metal dinosaur-thing with a bird's eye view.
there's a tearful reuinion between him and aggron of course (with the majority of the tears coming from the latter), complete with embraces and the most affectionate of pets. but there's more to this than just picking up his pokemon and leaving, so he shoots her a text: ]
I'm outside your apartment complex.
[ he's not sure what room is her's, and he's in no mood to test them out - this will be easier. ]
the question never really occurred to steven - waking up in the nexus code was surprising enough. seeing that tendril coming towards him and feeling the momentary, indescribably pain before everything went dark... he thought that would have been his final moment.
but, as cerealia continues to do, he's been proven wrong. after exiting ViViD as quickly as possible (quite a task without his pokemon, as he's come to learn), he finds that his wounds healed as if there hadn't been any in the first place. the only reminder of what had happened are his memories and the blood on his clothes; without the latter, he swears he could convince himself that it was all some sort of nightmare.
the first thing he does is head to his apartment to freshen up - he has responsibilities to attend and people to apologize to, and he doesn't want them to worry more than they might be already. in a crisp suit with not a trace of blood to be found, he heads out to meet the people who he suspects had been burdened by his death.
with edna, he actually has a hard time figuring out that she has any of his pokemon to begin with. he knew that aggron liked her, sure... but he wasn't nearly as close with her as his other pokemon were with the respective humans he found them with. it takes some tracking with skarmory in order to sniff aggron out, but it's kiiiiind of hard to miss a gigantic metal dinosaur-thing with a bird's eye view.
there's a tearful reuinion between him and aggron of course (with the majority of the tears coming from the latter), complete with embraces and the most affectionate of pets. but there's more to this than just picking up his pokemon and leaving, so he shoots her a text: ]
I'm outside your apartment complex.
[ he's not sure what room is her's, and he's in no mood to test them out - this will be easier. ]
[ She doesn't get messages like this very often. Memes from silly people like Jaune or Rose, maybe, but usually not messages that hit her in the gut like a sack of bricks when she reads them.
Aggron's company was both welcome and enlightening, and she's pretty sure Mikleo and Alisha fussed over him way more than necessary. Sorey and Rose were...their excitable selves, with the former unabashedly geeking out. There was no need to worry about whether their littlefamily party would accept another member, albeit a temporary one. When he leaves however, she knows something must be up, and the message is only confirmation of what she thought would come to pass.
Grabbing her parasol (for some reason), she steps outside of their apartment door, and looks around, before her gaze settles on seeing the very much alive form of Aggron's trainer. She purses her lips and her grip on her parasol handle tightens. What is she even supposed to say? ]
...You really are back.
Aggron's company was both welcome and enlightening, and she's pretty sure Mikleo and Alisha fussed over him way more than necessary. Sorey and Rose were...their excitable selves, with the former unabashedly geeking out. There was no need to worry about whether their little
Grabbing her parasol (for some reason), she steps outside of their apartment door, and looks around, before her gaze settles on seeing the very much alive form of Aggron's trainer. She purses her lips and her grip on her parasol handle tightens. What is she even supposed to say? ]
...You really are back.
[ nope, no memes here - only sadness. it's difficult for him, but he hopes that this hasn't taken too much of a toll on her. it's not fair that she was saddled with this kind of responsibility, and he intends to offer her an apology. ]
I didn't think I would be... But that appears to be so.
[ it's an awkward situation for everyone involved. ]
I'm sorry if all of this inconvenienced you.
I didn't think I would be... But that appears to be so.
[ it's an awkward situation for everyone involved. ]
I'm sorry if all of this inconvenienced you.
Inconvenienced...
[ The grip on her umbrella tightens at those words. Inconvenienced? On a literal level, not really. It'd been a disturbingly familiar sight and situation. There were no dragon jaws involved, but the false bravado and complete idiocy to face an unknown enemy without stopping were certainly there. She'd gone through the motions of "caring" for yet another dead body, except this time it stings more because she'd actually known the one involved.
Edna doesn't like showing that she cares with a capital C. Caring is hard. Caring drains the energy out of her, drains the life out of her every time her fingers brush against the petals of another flower picked for the sole purpose of remembrance. Caring can dredge up those feelings of inadequacy and helplessness after seeing someone die in front of her for the nth time, even after swearing she wouldn't be. Why care, when those feelings won't do anything for her or them?
Caring is hard and troublesome, but...it's not like her to shy away from a task because it's difficult either, so she'll face him (and everything his standing here reminds her of) head on.
With one swift movement, she moves to bop Steven on the head (relatively lightly, no point in sending the poor man to his grave yet again) with her umbrella. ]
It's not me you should be apologizing to for getting killed for no reason, moron. What [ bop ] were [ bop ] you [ bop ] thinking?!
[ ...A last bop on the head for good measure. ]
[ The grip on her umbrella tightens at those words. Inconvenienced? On a literal level, not really. It'd been a disturbingly familiar sight and situation. There were no dragon jaws involved, but the false bravado and complete idiocy to face an unknown enemy without stopping were certainly there. She'd gone through the motions of "caring" for yet another dead body, except this time it stings more because she'd actually known the one involved.
Edna doesn't like showing that she cares with a capital C. Caring is hard. Caring drains the energy out of her, drains the life out of her every time her fingers brush against the petals of another flower picked for the sole purpose of remembrance. Caring can dredge up those feelings of inadequacy and helplessness after seeing someone die in front of her for the nth time, even after swearing she wouldn't be. Why care, when those feelings won't do anything for her or them?
Caring is hard and troublesome, but...it's not like her to shy away from a task because it's difficult either, so she'll face him (and everything his standing here reminds her of) head on.
With one swift movement, she moves to bop Steven on the head (relatively lightly, no point in sending the poor man to his grave yet again) with her umbrella. ]
It's not me you should be apologizing to for getting killed for no reason, moron. What [ bop ] were [ bop ] you [ bop ] thinking?!
[ ...A last bop on the head for good measure. ]
Hey Edna, got time to talk?
I wanted some critique on my rock forming.
I wanted some critique on my rock forming.
Maybe. I'm a very busy woman, you know. Herding Meebos is a full-time job in and of itself.
What kind of critique are you looking for? Structure and solidity? Force?
[ The first part is definitely a lie; she has absolutely nothing to do at the moment. ]
What kind of critique are you looking for? Structure and solidity? Force?
[ The first part is definitely a lie; she has absolutely nothing to do at the moment. ]
Whatever you think needs work. Don't go easy on me.
[...]
What's a Meebo?
[...]
What's a Meebo?
Are you sure about that? My training and all that entails is very strict.
If you've seen a white-haired nerd seraph in blue before, you've seen a Meebo.
[ Mikleo. It's Mikleo. She's not even going to dignify him as a water seraph anymore, but a nerd seraph...truly a sad state of affairs. ]
If you've seen a white-haired nerd seraph in blue before, you've seen a Meebo.
[ Mikleo. It's Mikleo. She's not even going to dignify him as a water seraph anymore, but a nerd seraph...truly a sad state of affairs. ]
Sorry, never met him.
And yes, I'm sure.
[She's seen her share of rough training.]
And yes, I'm sure.
[She's seen her share of rough training.]
Fine. Where do you want to meet up? Just so you know, I'm not going to pay any property damage fines.
[ She needs that money for their household!...Even though two out of five of them don't need to eat. ]
[ She needs that money for their household!...Even though two out of five of them don't need to eat. ]
How about the park? We should have plenty of room to work there.
[ ... ]
All right. Maybe we can convince any onlookers that our activities are just a modern art installation.
[ ...Although that would depend on whether they could see Edna or not in the first place. In which case, it's all up to Weiss! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]
I'll be there in 20 minutes.
[ Edna is always on time, except when she doesn't want to be. True to her word, she'll be at the park near the residential distract in approximately 15 minutes (maybe she was a bit more eager than she let on), standing outside with her parasol. ]
All right. Maybe we can convince any onlookers that our activities are just a modern art installation.
[ ...Although that would depend on whether they could see Edna or not in the first place. In which case, it's all up to Weiss! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]
I'll be there in 20 minutes.
[ Edna is always on time, except when she doesn't want to be. True to her word, she'll be at the park near the residential distract in approximately 15 minutes (maybe she was a bit more eager than she let on), standing outside with her parasol. ]
[Weiss arrives about a minute after Edna, approaching the girl from behind. That large parasol makes her pretty easy to spot on this sunny day. Not that she found it weird. Being a fair-skinned girl herself, she appreciated someone wanting to keep out of the sun.]
Hey, Edna. Ready to get started?
[She draws her rapier from her side in preparation.]
Hey, Edna. Ready to get started?
[She draws her rapier from her side in preparation.]
Sure. Show me what you've got.
[ She's so enthusiastic about this. To be fair, this is her level of interest...nearly 99% of the time. ]
[ She's so enthusiastic about this. To be fair, this is her level of interest...nearly 99% of the time. ]
[She takes a step back, spinning the cylinder on her rapier until it selects a chamber containing a brown vial. This reminded her so much of learning to first use her Semblance when she was a child, her older sister looking over her shoulder and telling her every way she failed. Such happy memories that shaped who she is as a person.
With a look of intense focus, she points her sword towards the ground a few feet away, a circle of light appearing on the ground bearing her family crest. With a quiet grunt, she beckons the earth to move and a cube of pure rock bursts forward, perfectly symmetrical but lacking any defining features.]
There.
With a look of intense focus, she points her sword towards the ground a few feet away, a circle of light appearing on the ground bearing her family crest. With a quiet grunt, she beckons the earth to move and a cube of pure rock bursts forward, perfectly symmetrical but lacking any defining features.]
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There.
[ honestly, he's expecting some sort of lecture that he deserves. that seems to be in line with edna's personality, and he's prepared to accept responsibility.
what he isn't prepared for is to be hit on the head with a parasol. ]
It wasn't- [ ow. ] Just- [ ow. ] Edna- [ ow. ] Please- [ ow. ]
[ what is his life. ]
Are you quite finished?
what he isn't prepared for is to be hit on the head with a parasol. ]
It wasn't- [ ow. ] Just- [ ow. ] Edna- [ ow. ] Please- [ ow. ]
[ what is his life. ]
Are you quite finished?
[ This kind of situation hits a bit closer to home than she'd like, is what it is. ]
That depends on how you answer my next question. Just keep in mind that you've gotten off easy so far, and that I know way worse methods of punishment and torture.
[ The lecture will definitely come, just not now. ]
What on earth possessed you to do such a stupid, stupid thing?
[ It's not like Steven, who's usually very calm and calculated (unless rocks are involved) to rush head-on into a dangerous situation. She knows that much. ]
That depends on how you answer my next question. Just keep in mind that you've gotten off easy so far, and that I know way worse methods of punishment and torture.
[ The lecture will definitely come, just not now. ]
What on earth possessed you to do such a stupid, stupid thing?
[ It's not like Steven, who's usually very calm and calculated (unless rocks are involved) to rush head-on into a dangerous situation. She knows that much. ]
[ It's like she's really casting an arte.
After Weiss is done casting, Edna walks up to the rock cube and begins inspecting it, hitting it with varying amounts of the strength she can channel. It holds, but cubes are one of the sturdiest structures in terms of geometry.
When she's finished inspecting the outside of the cube, she punches it, breaking it into two pieces while channeling Giant's Strength (this will be a little sore for her), and inspects the inside structure for a little while before giving her final verdict on the cube. ]
Sturdy enough. You've got the basics down. What about attack and defense?
After Weiss is done casting, Edna walks up to the rock cube and begins inspecting it, hitting it with varying amounts of the strength she can channel. It holds, but cubes are one of the sturdiest structures in terms of geometry.
When she's finished inspecting the outside of the cube, she punches it, breaking it into two pieces while channeling Giant's Strength (this will be a little sore for her), and inspects the inside structure for a little while before giving her final verdict on the cube. ]
Sturdy enough. You've got the basics down. What about attack and defense?
Sure, how about this?
[She jumps backwards, hanging in the air while she summons another glyph a few feet in front of Edna before a collection of stalagmites rupture the earth.]
[She jumps backwards, hanging in the air while she summons another glyph a few feet in front of Edna before a collection of stalagmites rupture the earth.]
[ he runs his fingers through his hair a bit to fix whatever might have been put out of place from her (albeit gentle) hits, but he's not laughing. her question is a serious one, and it's something that he's been pondering since he came back. ]
I... wish I knew. [ from his expression, it's clear that thinking back on it has him feeling uneasy. ] It sounds strange, but I don't think I was in my right mind.
I... wish I knew. [ from his expression, it's clear that thinking back on it has him feeling uneasy. ] It sounds strange, but I don't think I was in my right mind.
...That's not unbelievable. Others were acting strangely too.
[ She's not unreasonable, of course. Mikleo was suffering through some weird personality-alteration too, back then. Seeing him listless and convinced of his own worthlessness isn't something she's too keen to dwell on, but she has enough faith in his own strength to know that that's not the kind of person he is.
Same with Steven. Something funky was going on there. ]
Do you remember what kind of mind you were in, then?
[ She's not unreasonable, of course. Mikleo was suffering through some weird personality-alteration too, back then. Seeing him listless and convinced of his own worthlessness isn't something she's too keen to dwell on, but she has enough faith in his own strength to know that that's not the kind of person he is.
Same with Steven. Something funky was going on there. ]
Do you remember what kind of mind you were in, then?
[ She is truly a Tales character. The only surprise is that she didn't yell "Grave!".
Edna walks up to the stalagmites, and analyzes the angle they're shooting at. ]
What kind of enemy did you have in mind? An aerial one, or a ground-bound one? One that's running away, or coming right at you?
[ Not all structures can apply to all enemies, of course, and it depends on the battle context. ]
Edna walks up to the stalagmites, and analyzes the angle they're shooting at. ]
What kind of enemy did you have in mind? An aerial one, or a ground-bound one? One that's running away, or coming right at you?
[ Not all structures can apply to all enemies, of course, and it depends on the battle context. ]
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