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

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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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[pinnedherwings.livejournal.com]

Rinoa knelt, opening the bag of treats in order to -- okay, Angelo was just going to shove her face in there if Rinoa opened it. That was okay. They were for her. She could eat right out of the bag.

"Wh ..." She took a deep breath and tried again. "What am I s-s-supposed to do now?"

She cleared her throat. "I mean, you're ... and I'm ..."

He had called his love for her weakness. So it didn't matter if she was wrong, that he'd never loved her to start. He was going to be done with it now.

Everything was different, now. She wasn't sure who she was.

She could feel her wings folding themselves away, behind her, and didn't know how she felt about that.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"Now?" Squall asked. "We could help people round up the loyalists. We could go get some dinner. We could sit and pet Angelo." He stepped closer and held out a hand. "You don't have to do anything, especially not anything you don't want to. You're free, now.

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She would never be free again. Not the same way.

Rinoa stood up, reluctantly, unwilling to take Squall's hand.

"I want to find somewhere I can sleep," she said. "Somewhere safe that they won't show up and catch us in the night. I can't wake up back there. I can't. And I -- I n-need to see the sky."

Please. That one was important. She couldn't be cooped up in a basement tonight, not even if it was the only safe place he knew.

"And when they ... they finally take down that horrid bitch," she said, "and we're really free? I want to go to Louisiana and I don't even know where that is. I w-want to go find Sookie's family and tell them. What she was like, for us in there. How she helped everybody, and made them little safe places in their heads, even when she was tired, and sad, and -- I ... I need to. B-before we go home."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"The rooftops are usually safe," Squall told her. "Come, sit with me, and I'll keep watch. I won't let anything happen to you, ever again.

[pinnedherwings.livejournal.com]

This time, she did reach for his hand. But hesitantly.

"When Sookie made a nice place for me," she said, "it was our field. Where you promised."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"'I'll be waiting for you. If you come here, you'll find me,'" Squall told her. He'd forgotten many things, but he'd never forget that. "...But I wasn't there. I broke my promise."

It wasn't real; it was just an illusion that Stackhouse had build in her mind... But he still felt guilty. He should have somehow visited her in his dreams, or something like that.