Something jerks hard around her stomach, like a movement abruptly stopped. Has she been captured once more? She smiles. It seems their truce had not lasted long...
Something trickles through her hair, down the back of her neck - it's warm. Had she hit her head? That certainly is one way to incapacitate her, and it has been used before...
But when she lifts her hand to check, all there is is water. She's...disappointed. Why is that? How...delightfully curious. Is something playing her own emotions? That is quite rare...
A woman opens her eyes, sitting up in what appears to be...a commons room of some kind. Odd. It appears to be too old to be the Rhodes Island that dear little Fede was taking her to...
And her little brother is nowhere to be seen, either. She sits up and closes her eyes, listening to the songs filtering through her halo. Faintly, she does hear the steady beat of his own march, but it's...faltering in a way she'd not heard in years. Hm...it's hard to place why that is.
Another presence stands out, higher and more agitated, like a hymn sung to calm one's nerves. It is hard to discern...There is...a pressure here, a deep undertone surrounding her, too faintly to be painful or overwhelming, but still infusing its presence into everything else, a faint baseline of sorrow and hope to the other strange presences here.
As if the walls themselves were humming, old feelings echoing over years of loss and emptiness, accompanied by the pattering beat of the rain outside...
And yet the sky is clear. There is no rain. Someone is watching her. It feels...angry?
"How interesting...what could have happened to make emotion like this play on over such a long time...?" she murmurs, smiling for whoever is watching her. Arturia picks up her two instrument cases and goes to find the highest vantage point. The gaze is coming from above after all. It would be rude not to greet her possible host.
Somebody's Footsteps
Oh how lovely. How beautifully tragic.
The emotions here run so strongly that they seem to be manifesting as spectral beings. Ghosts...echoes of people who'd walked these very halls before. People who are so anguished or regretful that they cannot help but remain tethered to the place they died. How sad...
Perhaps those regrets can be lightened? She does not mind the company, but these people...if they are indeed trapped by the regrets they feel....she cannot stand idly by.
None seem to hear her, however. If her voice cannot reach them, her music most certainly will not.
She had been forbidden from playing her music until further notice...but Federico is not here. Not immediately so, anyway... This strange place feels...far from the reach of Laterano and The Law. And she wants to help...she's always wanted to help.
There is a woman on the deck past the cafeteria, sitting on the edge and watching the skyline. Something about her draws Arturia over. The woman is injured...and yet she smiles, tired and worn.
"It is a beautiful sunset, Signora. Does the sight inspire you?" Arturia hums, sweeping over to stand at the railing next to her. The woman is...already dead, that much is clear, the glint of the sun shimmering through her very figure. Even so, her curiosity always gets the better of her.
The woman only smiles at her, pained and accepting..."It's alright. I'm just waiting for that nice angel to come back," she says, then turns back to the beautiful, barren horizon. Arturia tilts her head, her fractured wings tipping as she considers that. Could she mean...? It would fit his particular priorities...
An Executor, working to carry out the final wishes of the dying. So he has likely been here. Of course he would. Arturia smiles, fond.
The woman does not answer anything else, and even disappears when Arturia tries to get her attention with a hand on her shoulder. Ah...perhaps she has moved on. And yet she can still feel...lingering emotion. It stirs her own heart.
She inhales, taking in the humid yet fresh air, then exhales it out. She sets up her cello, pulling out a chair from the cafeteria, listening for awhile longer to the feelings left behind. Letting them guide her fingers, she begins to play, a bittersweet dirge ringing through the air. She plays for the people trapped here, for the woman who'd just left. For the walls that seem to feel and regret. Perhaps she can free them somehow, even a little.
Wildcard!
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Arturia Giallo || Arknights ((Canon point: right after ZH event))
Something jerks hard around her stomach, like a movement abruptly stopped. Has she been captured once more? She smiles. It seems their truce had not lasted long...
Something trickles through her hair, down the back of her neck - it's warm. Had she hit her head? That certainly is one way to incapacitate her, and it has been used before...
But when she lifts her hand to check, all there is is water. She's...disappointed. Why is that? How...delightfully curious. Is something playing her own emotions? That is quite rare...
A woman opens her eyes, sitting up in what appears to be...a commons room of some kind. Odd. It appears to be too old to be the Rhodes Island that dear little Fede was taking her to...
And her little brother is nowhere to be seen, either. She sits up and closes her eyes, listening to the songs filtering through her halo. Faintly, she does hear the steady beat of his own march, but it's...faltering in a way she'd not heard in years. Hm...it's hard to place why that is.
Another presence stands out, higher and more agitated, like a hymn sung to calm one's nerves. It is hard to discern...There is...a pressure here, a deep undertone surrounding her, too faintly to be painful or overwhelming, but still infusing its presence into everything else, a faint baseline of sorrow and hope to the other strange presences here.
As if the walls themselves were humming, old feelings echoing over years of loss and emptiness, accompanied by the pattering beat of the rain outside...
And yet the sky is clear. There is no rain. Someone is watching her. It feels...angry?
"How interesting...what could have happened to make emotion like this play on over such a long time...?" she murmurs, smiling for whoever is watching her. Arturia picks up her two instrument cases and goes to find the highest vantage point. The gaze is coming from above after all. It would be rude not to greet her possible host.
Somebody's Footsteps
Oh how lovely. How beautifully tragic.
The emotions here run so strongly that they seem to be manifesting as spectral beings. Ghosts...echoes of people who'd walked these very halls before. People who are so anguished or regretful that they cannot help but remain tethered to the place they died. How sad...
Perhaps those regrets can be lightened? She does not mind the company, but these people...if they are indeed trapped by the regrets they feel....she cannot stand idly by.
None seem to hear her, however. If her voice cannot reach them, her music most certainly will not.
She had been forbidden from playing her music until further notice...but Federico is not here. Not immediately so, anyway... This strange place feels...far from the reach of Laterano and The Law. And she wants to help...she's always wanted to help.
There is a woman on the deck past the cafeteria, sitting on the edge and watching the skyline. Something about her draws Arturia over. The woman is injured...and yet she smiles, tired and worn.
"It is a beautiful sunset, Signora. Does the sight inspire you?" Arturia hums, sweeping over to stand at the railing next to her. The woman is...already dead, that much is clear, the glint of the sun shimmering through her very figure. Even so, her curiosity always gets the better of her.
The woman only smiles at her, pained and accepting..."It's alright. I'm just waiting for that nice angel to come back," she says, then turns back to the beautiful, barren horizon. Arturia tilts her head, her fractured wings tipping as she considers that. Could she mean...? It would fit his particular priorities...
An Executor, working to carry out the final wishes of the dying. So he has likely been here. Of course he would. Arturia smiles, fond.
The woman does not answer anything else, and even disappears when Arturia tries to get her attention with a hand on her shoulder. Ah...perhaps she has moved on. And yet she can still feel...lingering emotion. It stirs her own heart.
She inhales, taking in the humid yet fresh air, then exhales it out. She sets up her cello, pulling out a chair from the cafeteria, listening for awhile longer to the feelings left behind. Letting them guide her fingers, she begins to play, a bittersweet dirge ringing through the air. She plays for the people trapped here, for the woman who'd just left. For the walls that seem to feel and regret. Perhaps she can free them somehow, even a little.
Wildcard!
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