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The Streets of Fandom, Post-Detention Rescue, Saturday Evening

She had been cooped up too long. That room had been filled with death and decay and madness. She would never be caged again.

Wings held proud, she flew high, tasting the feel of the night air upon her skin. The stars were out. They were exquisite.

And now, she put her hands over her head and called down the maelstrom. A small localized tornado spun away, churning debris in its wake.

Someone was going to pay.

(OOC: yeah so Rinoa's snapped. She will tangle with anyone right now, loyalist, resistance, OR neutral, if they feel like throwing down. Or just look at her funny. So if you want to have a (non-lethal*) smackdown, let's do this. (*Rinoa has places to be after she gets her powers back on a leash zomg.)

And lastly: Squall's thread will be chronologically last.)

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She was using entirely too much magic. It wasn't like she was going to run out -- there was no running out. There was only Rinoa, and the infinite well of magic that was now the other part of herself.

But the more you used, the more it was and the less you were. The more she was the Sorceress and the less, Rinoa. And then it was hard to find her way back at all.

"They came in," she said. "He smashed out. They got him angry. She had been keeping him calm. And then I got to be me again."

... That wasn't entirely true. This wasn't quite her. But it was harder and harder to follow the logic.

"It was hell down there," she added, darkly.

So ... you know. Some of them were a wee bit crazy.

"I'm sure it was," Shira said. "It couldn't have been anything else. I'm very glad you're out and that you're safe now."

She wasn't very good at talking down the crazy, but at least maybe the crazy wouldn't try to take it out on her? She could hope.

"I could show you," Rinoa said, holding a hand up.

A ball of fire leapt from her hand, and smashed into a garbage can.

"If you want to see."

Did she? One wrong word and Rinoa could be induced to show her.

"I just want you to be safe again," Shira said as soothingly as she could manage. "I just want you to be happy again I just want you to be you again. I don't need to see how bad it was in there for you, because that's something you should never have to relive again even if only to show someone else how bad it was. That's a nightmare that's past. Isn't it time to start healing and moving on?"

Well, at least she'd get points for not acting like Rinoa was insane. In her own mind, anyway.

"I'm Shira, by the way. It's nice to meet you."

"It's not past," Rinoa said sharply. She was sounding more like herself, and less like an unappeasable goddess of destruction. That was something, right?

"S-sookie's dead. And Angelo. Angelo's dead. We can't ... they don't get to heal."

Resentment was stinging through her veins.

"No, but you can go on living your life now," Shira said. "You can live your life and live it in their honor and make sure that every moment you have, you remember them and never, ever forget. Because it's only when you forget that they're completely gone -- and as long as you remember, you still have something of them that can never be taken away."

Rinoa closed her eyes. "Sookie never -- she never saw the sun again," she said. "She was the best of any of us, sh-she would exhaust herself ... showing us nice things and she's the one who'll never leave."

"That's why it's important to keep going, to live your life to the fullest now," Shira said gently. "It shows gratitude and respect for Sookie and her sacrifice."

She wished she'd had the chance to know Sookie; she sounded like an amazing person.

Rinoa closed her eyes, focusing on the memories she had. But all she could see was Bobby holding Sookie's body. Everything was wrong.

"Y-you should go," she said, carefully. "I'm not ... safe when I'm like this."

She bit her lip before adding, "Th-thank you."

"For what?" Shira asked, even as she partially heeded Rinoa's words and took a few steps back She wanted to get out of there, but she didn't want to leave Rinoa alone, either. It was complicated in her head.

"For being nice," she said, offering a quick smile. "It's okay. Squall's coming."

No matter what the truth was between them, Squall was her Knight, and his Sorceress was out of control. He would show up soon, and ... either he would help, or he wouldn't, and that would be that.

"You're welcome, then," Shira said, returning the smile. "And hey, once everything settles, look me up sometime if you ever need another friend."

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