angelo_wings: ([edea] oh noes!!!)
Rinoa was curled up against Squall, not bothering to wake up just yet. They'd had a lovely picnic last night with Karla and Warren, albeit unexpectedly, and there were no classes today. She really ought to be working on her political science homework, but she --

And that was when the realization hit her. Rinoa sat bolt upright, panic flooding her veins. It couldn't be. It wasn't.

But it was.

Her sorcery was gone. The entire side of herself was -- missing. There was just a hole where that bit of her soul should be.

Rinoa opened her mouth, but couldn't speak. So instead she reached a hand out to flail in Squall's direction, helplessly. What could have taken her powers? Who? How?

(For her Knight, but open if anyone else wants to call / visit. Rinoa lost her Sorceress abilities and gained -- you'll see. :) )
angelo_wings: ([sq] held safe in your arms)
Seifer was back. The world hadn't ended. The island was restored. The paperwork was still here and in order. She hadn't killed Topher over that D&D game thing (or let Squall kill him, either) and ... okay, maybe she had used a lot more power than she had meant to while she was protecting the forcefield, and maybe she almost hadn't come back, but that was okay. And by "okay" she meant she absolutely wasn't thinking about that just now.

There was one very important thing left to check, and a phone number that could not ring fast enough.

"I need to speak to the general, please," she told the secretary. "This is his daughter, the Sorceress, and it's more important than whatever he told you about holding calls, so either you put this call through right now or I'll come there and set you on fire."

Well, that was one way to be patched through quickly.

"General Caraway," said a brusque voice in her ear.

Oh Hyne he was alive, and he was okay, and he wasn't gone forever. He really, really wasn't.

"D-daddy?" she said. "I-it's so good to hear your voice. I th-thought ..."

That was all the further she got before she started crying. So what if maybe, she actually told that man that she loved him, for the first time in years. Maybe it needed to be said every now and then. Shut up.

(establishy, will have links later! can be open post-phone call i you like)
angelo_wings: ([end] holding on to faith)
Rinoa hadn't been having a good week before she'd gotten the call )

They had caught a portal back, and she had stayed quiet, trying to meditate some structure back into her frayed shields. And now they were -- wait.

"This isn't the way to the dorms," she frowned.

(Just for her Knight. That the two are heading out there is fine for broadcast, but everything else is NFB, please.)
angelo_wings: (endless sky)
No one was sure what came next. The orphanage seemed like a good place to regroup. Nearly abandoned, out-of-the-way, and quiet enough to plan their next move.

Besides, Rinoa wanted to see it.

Angelo was waiting... )

(Preplayed with the wintastic [livejournal.com profile] whateverknight. Follows Part 1 and Part 2, and now we're done! NFB, NFI, but OOC is love.)
angelo_wings: (clutching my rings)
Squall sat in the pilot's seat and stared at the control panel )

(ooc: preplayed with the incomparable [livejournal.com profile] whateverknight. This is part 1 of 3, because we just had to pull them from a particularly busy spot. Forgive the spam! NFB, NFI, but OOC is love.)

(Part 2 and Part 3)

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