queenofheartsrp | iv ⊰video-action⊱

[Anyone who knows Fela knows very well how much she likes to sunbathe. Considering how little she sleeps at night, with her mind busy roaming the dreaming, her frequent habit of daytime naps is not so very strange. She can often be found near her house, laid out on the warm clay with the sun spilling over her face.

Today, however, there is ocean. She does not remember the last time she saw the ocean in the waking world, but she knows that its beauty is featured often in the sleeping fantasies of those she cares for. And it is beautiful. The water glitters beneath the full sun and the sand is silky beneath bare feet. She shields her eyes for a moment as she comes upon the dunes, looking out over the scene with eagerness, feeling the breeze kicked up by the tide as it sends her hair and her skirts fluttering.

She unties the long skirt from around her waist as she heads out across the sand in her top and simple colaless. The top, however, will not be lasting long. It is already quite revealing, covering only the barest essentials for polite company, and in its bright print had probably already been mistaken for a cloth bathing top already. She unties it without much care, making a pile of clothes that she weights down against the wind with the many colorful bracelets and necklaces she wears, as well as the beaded purse she keeps across her body.

She heads down to the water then, laying out in the wet sand where the tide can keep her cool and wet under the sun. She doesn't intend to go anywhere else today. Although there is one thing missing, which she calls to the vine to attend to:]

Mahalia? [She's rolled onto her stomach, wet hair spilling across her face. She pushes it off with a laugh. As she moves, the sun catches her skin and the water and she really is absolutely glowing.] Are you coming to join me?

[As the tide rolls back, it becomes a bit more obvious that it was not just the water glittering so brilliantly. The wild effects of the water have deemed that their visitor be gifted with scintillating scales, nearly translucent except for the sheen of colors that flash every time they catch the light. A rainbow of color overlaying already golden skin. But perhaps you will have to get a bit closer to see them in detail.]

It is lovely either way, but you know I would enjoy your company. Well, really, anyone is invited.

[She laughs again, wiggling her fingers in greeting at the mirror.]

[[ooc; is Vee blatantly abusing the fact that her PB is a sexy sexy swimsuit model? Yeah. Yeah she is.]]

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[Reno doesn't mind rejection--well, she doesn't like it, but it doesn't seem to have any impact on her. She laughs, amused.]

I don't mind working hard, if I've got a good reason to. Gives me something to do.

So, what don't you like about me?

I do not think I could trust you.

[A feeling she gets, based on more than just leering eyes and questionable jokes. Perhaps it is the woman's willingness to work very hard for what she wants, even when she so rarely cares about who she pursues.]

[Reno isn't taking this seriously, so she laughs again, though she is on her better-than-average behavior--she might have been less pleasant if she'd found Fela less hot. In spite of her words, she probably wouldn't work all that hard, because very few people can get actual work out of her. And this chick seems kinda boring, boobs aside.]

What? I'm real trustworthy. I'm a public servant, y'know. Defender of the people.

Is that so.

[An easy thing to claim, in fact, the Prents considered the defense of the people as one of their duties, and their reason for hunting witches.]

[This girl doesn't seem to like talking much, but Reno enjoys talking about herself. She is not very accurate and applies some spin, but she applies it in a sincere manner, since she tends to believe her own spin.]

Yeah, sure. Well, mainly I protect the president, you know. He's always getting himself in trouble. [Fondness surfaces in her voice momentarily, as she remembers Rufus jumping off the top of the building and firing his rifle.] But we've got to help everybody out, since the world almost got blown up. Then it almost got destroyed again, and we had to save it. [By we, she mostly means the Turks, and right, Cloud did something, too. Whatever.]

I see, so you must have some wonderful stories to tell.

[That was certainly not unwelcome, Fela forgot all of her own experiences, of course she enjoyed hearing from others. She certainly loved their dreams dearly enough, and each of those spheres told a story of their own.]

I've got a lot of stories, if you want to hear them. Been working since I was a kid.

What about you? You got a job? Or are you just professionally hot?

I do not have a job, no. I wandered from city to city, often.

[She could not stay anywhere for long, and though she did not have a job, she knew how to acquire money. She could trade her services as a dreamchaser, as well as a woman. And when she was hungry, she certainly had no qualms about stealing if she could not pay.

So, yes. Professionally hot.]

Sounds like you're a professional hot girl to me. [She grins.] I can respect that.

I'm a professional problem solver. If there's a problem, I deal with it. [She's guessing Fela wouldn't be impressed by all the killing and kidnapping, so she doesn't dwell on that part.] Before I got taken here, we had a big problem with these monsters--people who looked human, but weren't--trying to kill everyone on the Planet by bringing back the last person who tried killing everyone. He was going to wipe out all life and use the Planet as his vessel or something. Total psycho.

So we went and got the thing they needed to bring him back and put it somewhere they'd never have thought to look. [Rufus didn't have the kind of attitude that made you think you could look in his lap for some head. Ha. She wished Rude was around. She'd have to tell her that joke later.] Then we had to fight the fuckers and save some kids from the more monsterlike monsters they summoned. [She's certainly not leaving out anything or anyone important.]

[Fela is listening to her with interest. She does not, precisely, know what is normal, certainly not now that she has been in the Garden for so long. However, monsters and a threat to the entirety of the planet and Reno as the hero of this tale make it obviously a bit fantastic. Fela doesn't mind, even if she might suspect a bit of weaving in the telling.]

So you are called on to be very brave, then?

[She's actually thoughtful for a moment. She didn't really think about it like that. She remembers Sephiroth, the image very clear in her mind, then the Remnants. Maybe it was kind of brave to face those assholes, but those were her orders. There's just no question when you're a Turk.]

Being brave's for heroes. I get the job done, that's all. I do what I have to do.

[She raises an eyebrow curiously. Such an answer tells her something else entirely, but she smiles anyway.]

Nothing more? Do you enjoy what must be done, then?

[She shrugs.] The President doesn't hire cowards, so you can call it courage if you want.

Sometimes I enjoy it, sometimes I don't. It depends. I don't particularly like gettin' torn up, cause I'm not a masochist.

[She laughs at that, she doesn't really think anyone likes being torn up. Maybe she would change her opinion if she had a masochist in front of her to consider.]

Is the president someone important?

[The only reason she really understood the Queen was important was because she controlled everything....]

[Reno indicates a couple of the more prominent scars on her body with another laugh.] Yeah, the torn up part's not exactly one of the perks of the job.

Sure he is. The most important. He's in charge of everything, more or less. [Maybe less after Meteorfall, but if anyone could get back on top after that, it would be Rufus.]

[A tactile sort of lady, her hands go out to examine those scars on her own. Reno may laugh, but such things concern Fela. She has scars on her own, but can't remember the stories that go with them. Although, the largest of her scars on her left calf is probably obvious to anyone else: flesh ripped up by barbed wire.]

So a dangerous, important job that leaves you with many scars and many stories. I suppose there could be worse ways to live ones life.

[Reno is not about to complain about hot ladies feeling up her scars. In fact, she enjoys it a lot. She narrates a couple of them.]

Some tiny motherfucker with a big sword gave me that one. [This of a huge scar across her ribcage.] Broke half the ribs on that side. And that one's from when the world almost blew up. [This statement goes with a much more uneven scar that crosses her left shoulder and upper arm.]

Yeah, it's not bad. [She likes her job, but she's not going to get too enthusiastic about it.] And I'm good at it.

We all have our talents.

[But, as usual, she really does wish that all those talents could be happy things, like tending flowers or something. What a hippy...]

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