![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
[action]
[During the fighting and the subsequent realization that the Luceti that she had known for her entire life wasn't real, Cloche was madder than hell. To know that the Malnosso, or at least some faction of them, were responsible for taking away all of her memories - from here and Metafalss - and putting in false memories... well, that was the worst. To her, the Replekia she used this time around was her strongest in terms of how much emotion she was feeling. Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised if at some point, the I.P.Ds in the other parts of this world were having breakouts due to her current state.
When the fighting was over, Cloche just wandered. Wandered around the lake, among the trees as they reappeared and the buildings she felt like she had known for the nearly 19 fake years disappeared as the Dream Shifters influence dropped back into the world that she both loved and hated. Loved, because it looked like the type of world she hoped to make one day, and hated because of how it kept her from her friends, the people she was closest to. The real Luceti, as it reverted to how it should be, looked so unfamiliar to her. That would change gradually, she was sure of, but right now? This wasn't right.
And right now, despite having friends here in Luceti? Cloche felt alone.
Alone, and very angry. Sad. Neutral. Zompano had made her forget the things that she treasured the most. Her first kiss was here, with Touma, now that she remembered him. Roy- Roy had recruited her into his acting group. She had liked him as well. He even snuggled her when she had been turned into a Gergo, even if that was... awkward when they both woke up and she was back to normal. Adell was a good friend who had helped her out when she needed it; he had tried to stop her while she had her own I.P.D breakout here, and had listening to her afterward with no problems. When Adell had finally been sent home, that was just as difficult as the other two had been. Realizing that not only had she temporarily lost these memories, remembering them once more was like losing those three all over again. It made her hurt all over again. All of the emotions from both of those times came bubbling back up to the surface, and in her wandering she faltered, she stopped. Before Cloche knew it, she was on her knees crying. It was the worst when she had remembered everything after just remembering their faces at the very least.
And now she had lingering feelings for Kouki, someone she had known as an acquaintance here, and she had feelings that were not conflicting. If those feelings faded, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. It would likely take some time. Maybe they wouldn't fade at all. It could be problematic, but time would tell.
Once she had composed herself from the tears, Cloche will find herself sitting on the shore of what was Lake Catheria, not far from where her house with her fake family had been not long ago. She had watched it crumble away, along with the illusions she knew to be her parents. The shoreline is where she'll stay overnight, just watching the waves and thinking about everything that had transpired, putting her fragmented thoughts into a whole thought, placing memories where they should be. Even the chill at night isn't enough to deter her. While she's very obviously in her own world and not really taking notice of those who might be around her, she can be shaken out of it. She'll talk. Perhaps, for as lonely as she is, she's all right with someone pulling her out of what she's feeling, as much as she might not admit it.]
When the fighting was over, Cloche just wandered. Wandered around the lake, among the trees as they reappeared and the buildings she felt like she had known for the nearly 19 fake years disappeared as the Dream Shifters influence dropped back into the world that she both loved and hated. Loved, because it looked like the type of world she hoped to make one day, and hated because of how it kept her from her friends, the people she was closest to. The real Luceti, as it reverted to how it should be, looked so unfamiliar to her. That would change gradually, she was sure of, but right now? This wasn't right.
And right now, despite having friends here in Luceti? Cloche felt alone.
Alone, and very angry. Sad. Neutral. Zompano had made her forget the things that she treasured the most. Her first kiss was here, with Touma, now that she remembered him. Roy- Roy had recruited her into his acting group. She had liked him as well. He even snuggled her when she had been turned into a Gergo, even if that was... awkward when they both woke up and she was back to normal. Adell was a good friend who had helped her out when she needed it; he had tried to stop her while she had her own I.P.D breakout here, and had listening to her afterward with no problems. When Adell had finally been sent home, that was just as difficult as the other two had been. Realizing that not only had she temporarily lost these memories, remembering them once more was like losing those three all over again. It made her hurt all over again. All of the emotions from both of those times came bubbling back up to the surface, and in her wandering she faltered, she stopped. Before Cloche knew it, she was on her knees crying. It was the worst when she had remembered everything after just remembering their faces at the very least.
And now she had lingering feelings for Kouki, someone she had known as an acquaintance here, and she had feelings that were not conflicting. If those feelings faded, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. It would likely take some time. Maybe they wouldn't fade at all. It could be problematic, but time would tell.
Once she had composed herself from the tears, Cloche will find herself sitting on the shore of what was Lake Catheria, not far from where her house with her fake family had been not long ago. She had watched it crumble away, along with the illusions she knew to be her parents. The shoreline is where she'll stay overnight, just watching the waves and thinking about everything that had transpired, putting her fragmented thoughts into a whole thought, placing memories where they should be. Even the chill at night isn't enough to deter her. While she's very obviously in her own world and not really taking notice of those who might be around her, she can be shaken out of it. She'll talk. Perhaps, for as lonely as she is, she's all right with someone pulling her out of what she's feeling, as much as she might not admit it.]
no subject
For a moment, she is reminded of the time she spent in the Ark and the boy who controlled it. Her heart stings and, overcome with loneliness, she wanders off into the forest and watches as the city from the last two weeks fades away.
What she discovers after an hour or so of wandering, though, is that she isn't the only one who feels like being alone at this time. There is a white figure seated on the shore of a lake, one she ultimately recognizes as someone she met before... someone who helped her during that strange week.
The young woman probably wants to be left alone, but Lenalee is forever nosy. She sneaks up from behind and speaks up once she's a mere three steps away. ]
Hello, Miss... [ Hmmm... ] ...Cloche, right?
no subject
Cloche gives a weary smile, tired from everything this place had to throw at her for the moment. But a familiar face was welcome.]
Lenalee, correct? I remember you had a pretty name. I helped you, didn't I?
no subject
[ It might have seemed like such a small and simple thing, but Lenalee knows the value of kindness all too well to dismiss it as just that. Besides, it looks like Cloche needs her support as much as Lenalee needed help at the time. ]
Would you mind some company? You look like you could use it.
no subject
Come to think of it, he didn't know who she was a day ago. And so he makes his way over to her and crouches down next to her]
no subject
Cloche is quiet for a few minutes, mostly unmoving. What does she even say to Rin about all of this? "Hi, sorry I forgot about you?" It doesn't seem right. It was distressing her more than it should, though she's pretty sure that it could be worse. If this happened at the other enclosures, the emotional feedback might even trigger another outbreak. One that Rin had stopped her from before, in fact.
Pushing those thoughts aside after those few minutes, Cloche finally leans to the side, resting her head on his shoulder.]
I'm sorry.
no subject
[He's like. Not sure he gets why she would even apologize. He just ran into her by chance here. But he gets a seat next to her]
no subject
no subject
[He says this with an even deeper frown, but he tries to keep the calm and reassuring tone. He's not sure how long he'll keep it up. He's still quite offended to have forgotten what he has.]
no subject
no subject
You don't need to apologize to people for stuff other people are doin' to you, Cloche.