concoursec | Homesick feels worse somedays...

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Homesick feels worse somedays...

Characters: Ronnae + anyone
Location: Obel Lake
Rating: PG-ish?
Open/Closed/Finished: Open
Summary: A bittersweet day away from home.

Ronnae had woken up today melancholy and she already knew why. She was far from home on this once a year day and she could tell that it would take a toll on her even before getting out of bed. That alone took a bit; She remained looking at the ceiling for a long time, memories of her family and home taking up the majority of the moment before she finally set off to shower.

Once bathed and dressed, she decided to go grab something from the cafeteria and make her way towards the lake they had stopped at for the break. She picked may of her favorites, stuffing them in her bag before she had begun to leave, only turning to grab a slice of strawberry cake for the occasion... After all, can't have a birthday without cake?

Once she arrived at the lake, she had taken a spot under a nice, shady tree near the lake itself. It almost felt nostalgic... It was trees and areas like these where she'd like to lounge and lazy about back when she was younger... Today it simply felt depressing as it was lacking the teasing from her siblings or the odd yet silly topics one of her only friends would bring up as they lazied about together.

She missed her parents the most... her mothers and her fathers... and how attentive they had always been to them, especially on days such as this one. Ronnae fought back the tears and shook her head, scoffing at herself at how pathetic it would seem to some of her peers from school, or the regimen... She finally began to take a few bites of her food in hopes that it would drown out the sorrow.

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Ronnae jumped a little before focusing on who the person was. She recognized him, one of the instructors from school? Oh wait! She did recognize them.

She gave a small wave and picked up the ball nearby her. "This one?" she asked curiously.

It's surprisingly heavy for its size and appearance -- not that Ronnae would have a problem but still. "Yeah, that's it. Hit a rock or something," he said, coming over for it. "Damn, I miss having a stadium."

"Have you petitioned for one in the garden?" she paused for a moment, rolling the ball a little in her hands, enjoying the weight.

"I mean... I know that with all the money problems we're having... Maybe you could do like fund raiser to be able to build one? I mean, I'm sure if you held competitions, you could make much more than what you'd spend building it if it got really popular."

If gladiatorial arenas made tons of gold in her world, she was sure that his stadium and sport could do the same.

"Don't have the machines for it. If we did, we wouldn't have the money. And even if we had the money, we wouldn't have the teams to play in it." Jecht'd been over these arguments too many times to get too depressed by them. They were a fact of life.

"Hey, you handle that ball pretty well."

"I see, shame... the times I've read your note about it it always seemed really neat. It would be interesting to try it out... Maybe..."

Sometimes talks about the few things that brought a smile to her face were good distractions for Ronnae.

"If you could tell me a bit more about the machines necessary... maybe I could work on a prototype? And work from there?" she said curiously.

At the latter comment, she smiled. "I like heavy object. It's sort of part of my trade. The heavier the better." Which was kind of surprising for a girl of her figure, after all, moving like a tornado in extra heavy plate plus gracefully wielding two oversized two-handed weapons like a dervish was no easy feat.

All that strength and agility must be in her hair.

"You wouldn't be the first that's offered. Problem is, suspending a giant sphere of water in midair's a bit beyond this world's abilities. Ain't sayin' ya can't do it in theory, but good luck on the parts."

He held out a hand. "Oh yeah? Kick it here."

"I'm sure I could whip up something." she said confidently, after all, she had learned how to make amazing things from somewhat mundane items and magical reagents.

Elemental magic wasn't lacking in this world either, so with some tinkering...

She took the ball and bounced it a few times before easily kicking the ball over without skipping a beat.

"Think fast!" Jech bellowed as he caught it, then fired it right back at her with a powerful throw.

After being shot at with canonballs, Ronnae smiled and caught the ball with ease, tossing it up and catching it again with a small smile, apparently in thought.

"I wish I could see it." she thought out loud.

"Trust me, you'd love it," Jecht said, with no real basis but ego for the statement. "If you could hold your breath long enough, you'd probably be pretty good. You got the strength anyway."

"How long is long enough?" she asked curiously.

"Half an hour's good," Jecht said with a shrug. "You can get by at ten minutes or so, but that's all at heavy exertion too."

Ronnae blinked for a few moments and nodded, the game seemed as serious as she thought it be. Even seasoned veterans like herself could only hold their breaths for so long, more if they used all their focus and such.

Then again, when you specialize into something, you get to be better at it.

"Sounds like it'd be a hell of a good training."

"Hmph. Maybe I was wrong. Blitzball ain't trainin'! It's somethin' you train FOR! Not, of course, that it leaves ya in bad shape." Jecht thumped a fist against his own sculpted chest to make the point.

Ronnae smiled and nodded, "I meant no disrespect, I'm just used to battlefields and such and am always looking for new ways to improve... It seems that Blitzball uses many of your strengths and weaknesses, and makes gives you a hell of a workout."

"That's no joke. Blitzball training was all it took to make ME a guardian they still talk about!" Jecht said, without a shred of modesty.

Ronnae chuckled and smiled. "I think I really should attempt at making this happen, or at least a prototype. I think such an activity would be beneficial in many aspects. Training, entertainment and income for the Garden."

"If you're really interested, you oughtta talk to the engineering instructor. He was lookin' into some stuff for it," Jecht said, rubbing the back of his neck. Askin' some random girl for help felt weird, even if he wasn't exactly asking.

"I'll make sure to do that then. I'd really like to work with something like this, I think I'd help a lot in my elemental binding schematics. I'd have to adjust and reassess some things, but I am confident I can at least get a prototype working!"

"You manage that and I'll give ya a place on the team. Soon as I get a team together..." He was skeptical, not of her but simply the limitations of technology on this world. "And figure out how to compensate for the whole 'breathin'' thing."

"I'll let you know as soon as I make some progress," she mused with a small smiled. Ronnae was confident she could come up with something, not necessarily the same as what he was used to, but in her own way, she was bursting with ideas.

"Be interestin' t'see what you come up with, one way or the other," Jecht said, not getting his hopes up.

The prospect of a new project always made the girl's mood lighten up and she smiled a little, looking down thoughtfully.

She gave a polite bow and nodded, "Thank you, for helping me get my mood up and give me a new project to focus my thoughts on. I'll be going back to the Garden."

She'd been down? Well... Jecht congratulated himself for inadvertently doing a good deed. He offered a wave. "You come up with anything, I'm easy enough to find."

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