(3018-01-29) Reflections by the Lake
Summary: Harper's finding some alone time by the lake in Avalon, when she's joined by Sunny. Talk turns to some of the problems that are worrying Harper, and Sunny makes suggestions to help her.
Date: January 29, 3018
harper sunny 

Arriving in Avalon, one stands on a wide lawn near a lake. A path leads from the lake to a wondrous castle; a mix of brick and stone, a later period castle of sorts that seems built prior to or at the beginning of the modern era. Sometime mid 19th Century, it appears gas lamp lit with possibly some electricity within its walls. Inviting and warm. It could easily have a hundred rooms or more in that castle. Beyond is a land of green, just as inviting. It is beyond this where that surety declines.

Off to the north rise tall dark mountains, and to the south, the hills roll down to a misty harbour. Peering west one glimpses what could be a land of steam and fire where during the day steam rises and at night fires can be seen in the darkness. A forest nears the castle and heading westerly, the trees rise higher and grow thicker, almost menacing.


It's late afternoon, and classes for the Phenoms in Avalon are, to all intents and purposes, done with for the day. Most of the youngsters have made their way back through the portal to Albion Commons, though not all. One of the 'not all' would be Harper, the dark-haired girl having taken herself off to sit for a few quiet moments to gather her thoughts before returning home, or what now passes for home. Sitting on a stone bench with her legs drawn up so that her arms can wrap about her shins, she props her chin on her knees so that her gaze is steady as she looks across the water to the distant mountains. It's a quiet scene, save for the under-breath murmurings that can be heard when a person approaches close enough.

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Out for a jog in the area, perhaps trying to get closer to one of the nearby mystery places, Sunny is out for a run in some jogging shorts and a tank-top. He goes jogging by behind Harper, then turns around about a dozen yards later, and starts jogging backwards, coming to a stop behind her. "Hey there, Harpsichord," he says to her and takes a seat on the bench a few feet over, giving her space to breathe so she doesn't feel like he's forcing his presence on her.
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Harper is so deep within whatever it is that she's concentrating on that she seems not too aware of Sunny passing her by. She is, however, quickly snapped from whatever it is she's muttering about once he greets her. Her chin comes from her knees and she twists her head, eyes half-hidden by the rim of her glasses where they've slipped a little down the bridge of her nose. As such, she blinks a couple of times as she pulls his face into focus. "Oh hi." Beat. "Harpsichord? Really?" She pulls a face, her nose crinkling at it's tip. "What are you doing out here? Thought most everyone had gone back through the portal for the day. What is Sunny short for, by the way?" Seems that two people can play at the name game. <English>

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Watching her as she checks back into reality, Sunny smiles and says, "Really," he confirms with a sagenod. "I'm still here, because my foster parents don't require me to be home until late, not that they don't care, but I think they just like giving me space, since I'm almost an adult, and we aren't super close. I guess?" he explains, that being said, he leans forward and picks at the grass a little, feeling it in his hands. "Short for something? All of the jokes that spring to mind are dirty, and I'm not about to start down that road with you."
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Harper's shoulders pull to her ears in a semi-shrug, and she drops her chin back to her knees. "You lose your parents to the war, or something else?" She asks the question since it's the obvious one to ask with Sunny having revealed that he's fostered. "And did you get assigned to them on coming to Titan? Or did your old ones have to come here with you? Kind of a 'big ask' for foster parents if so, and if they did, well… guess that must mean that they're fond of you?" Questions rattle off the tongue of the usually reserved teen, though since it's questions about someone else's life and not her own, it's perhaps not that out of character. Her head tips a little as she speaks, angled enough that she can keep her attention on him, and whatever his response might be. <English>

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"Yes. No, from Mercury. They were given the option, but I'm not sure if it was an issue of them being fond, or if it was just a chance for promotion. But I mean, I'll be old enough to live on my own in a year or so, right?" he questions, as if not sure, just a bit non-commital. He clearly doesn't want to talk about his parents from before his foster-parents were around. "But anyway, that's why I'm here, why are you here?" he asks.
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"Here? As in…here?" Harper unhooks one of her hands from about her legs and gives a vague gesture to the lake and grounds of Avalon. It's a bit of a rhetorical question, given that they both know why they're both part of the training program for Phenoms, and indeed she doesn't bother to wait for an answer. "Thinking. Thinking and practicing. It's easier to do it here where you don't get looked at like you're a freak, or something." A pause. "Not that my family think I'm a freak. Course they don't. It's just…" Another pull of her shoulders. "Well. It's just. You know." There, right there, there's the small quirk of her mouth that hints at a smile as she grinds her chin to her knees. "My brother hates it here. Older one, that is. He had to come too though, wasn't really given the choice." <English>

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"If they aren't being conducive to your studies, talk to the Society, they'll have someone go and talk to them. That's some backwards thinking. I mean, the society is going to save humanity, if anyone is going to save us, and most everyone knows it, so maybe the feeling of looking like a freak is, I don't know, in your head?" Sunny suggests, trying to be gentle about it. Sitting there beside her he leans a little over and nudges her with his shoulder a little. "And I get it about your brother, how much older is he?" he asks.
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Harper's brow furrows with the shoulder-bump, and with what Sunny says, and she takes a moment to nudge her glasses up her nose with the well-placed push of a finger. "Uh no. Didn't mean that my family think me weird, meant people in general. We're still, you know, a novelty to them with what we can be. And my brother? He's three years older and pissed at being pulled away from his friends and the 'hot' girl he liked hanging out with." The word hot is accented by the roll of her eyes. "Anyway. He'll come round. Eventually." The eventually is tacked onto the close of her sentence, almost as an afterthought, and she blows a breath away as attention focuses back upon the mountains in the distance. "You know, I think it'll be a long time before we're saving humanity. There's not that many of us. Not really." <English>

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"He's nineteen? And able to have kids? Have him talk to the uh.. relocation people, and have them bring the girl he lies, they want him to start having kids as soon as possible, I'd bet," Sunny points out, being pragmatic. "Other than that, you're not the reason he's here, it's because of the family bloodline, so you shouldn't feel weird about it, he isn't mad at you, right?" he tries to console her, not really sure how he can help, but he tries. "What were you studying, then?" he asks.
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Harper blinks, her glasses glinting with reflected light as she turns to look at Sunny. "Pretty sure that hanging out with someone and thinking they're 'hot' doesn't qualify as everlasting love and ohmigod we must have kids right away…" She halts herself and draws a breath, turning over what Sunny's just said. "And I guess that no, he's not mad at me so much as just pissy about the situation in general. I've two younger brothers though, and they're pretty excited about things, so there's that." Her mouth twists and she drags her lower lip between her teeth, upnodding her chin towards the lake. "Was just practicing. There's a lot of metals in the rocks down there." <English>

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"I'm not saying he should, but maybe if you tell him it's an option he'll stop pining and realize that his dick getting hard isn't an indication that he should be pissed about things, there are going to be plenty of girls here, he just needs to move on, and if he can't, he has options," Sunny suggests, a pause, "Like if I were pining for some girl on Mercury, if someone said, 'well, we can bring her here so you can have kids, if she's interested' I'd have a panic attack, and immediately regret ever being concerned. Too damn soon. You know? It's a ploy, to get him to think about it. Maybe? I don't know. Anyway, how old are your little brothers then? And what do your parents do?"
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"They're thirteen and eleven, so they've a bit of time before their training begins," Harper says. "That is, if they have the gift. Does everyone of the bloodline manifest the gift?" She asks the question sincerely, a seriousness to the tone of her voice. "Shoot, they'll be bummed if they don't. As for Oscar…" She breaks off. Maybe it's Sunny's use of the 'dick' word in connection with her brother that has her rubbing at the tip of her nose. Brothers. Ugh. So much better not to have thoughts dragged into such personal areas of their lives. "… yeah. He'd probably react the same way as you if it were presented as an option. He'd probably start to feel trapped. Maybe I'll suggest it, just to snap him out of it." <English>

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"I think the once you have established that someone has 'the bloodline' and they come of age, they're either adroit or phenom. So your brothers will be either phenoms, or if not phenoms, adroit," Sunny answers, thinking about it. He isn't absolutely certain on that, but that's what he remembers faintly from hearing an explanation at some point. "But I mean, either like I said, or just outright suggest that you asked a relocation person to look into it already, and watch him panic," he says and laughs a little, clearly enjoying the image of some guy that looks like Harper panicking as he realizes his predicament.
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- Harper rolls her Transform (2D+2) for a total of 8 (Wild Die: 3), perhaps enough for a Easy task.

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Harper nods, screwing her eyes up as she concentrates her attention back on the waters of the lake. She stares long and hard, a few ripples eventually spreading upon it's surface until *ping ping ping* several pea-sized pellets of glowing metal shoot upwards, arcing above the water before raining back down again, disappearing as quickly as they'd appeared. Or not all. A few rattle down around her and Sunny where they sit, and sudden laughter filters through her lips as one bounces off her bench-mate's shoulder. "Oops. Sorry…" <English>

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The tall boy just sort of moves his head out of the way and then instinctively leans over to shelter Harper as well, using his arms to protect them both as best he can. He shrugs at her and leans back where he was. "No worries, no harm no foul. It's just cool that we can do things like that," he mentions with a laugh, laughing right along with her.
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Harper does smile properly at that. "Hey. Lucky for us I didn't make football sized ones, huh?" She flicks a finger at one of the still warm pellets of metal that's landed beside her on the bench, then slides her feet to the ground, pushing herself to a stand. "Guess I'll be heading back then. I'm picking up a burger in the mall on the way, if you wanted to tag along." What? She's inviting Sunny along? Pigs might fly. Her hands push into her pockets, and she looks down at him, showing an inbred politeness in waiting for his answer before turning herself to leave. <English>

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"Uh, yeah, sure," Sunny says and rises to his feet with her. Looking around at the sprinkled bits of metal, he says, "Well, I'm sure it'd have been a hell of a way to go. Death by metal footballs," he says as he walks with her from the bench towards where the portal is. As he walks along, he has to have her stop so that he can walk out of the way to grab where he stashed his school bag before going on a jog. "So, what do you like to get on your burger?" he asks. Trying to guess, he speculates, "I'm guessing you're a 'the works' kind of girl. If I hadn't seen you with fries, I'd have guessed you might have been a vegan or something, not because you're a hippy, but because you seem like you'd have a higher ethical standard, maybe?"
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