[ It shouldn't feel this complicated to be back in Chroma.
She isn't sure if she'd wanted to stay here forever, necessarily, but she definitely didn't dislike it. It was freeing. She could do whatever she wanted, however she wanted, from making new friends to wearing scandalously short dresses (at least, by 1912's standards). It wasn't her exact dream of freedom, but it was certainly close. So now, bitterly, she's sure that's why she was sent back to Columbia. Because now?
Well, a part of her didn't want to be here. She wanted to go back to Columbia. Now she had a purpose there, even if it was such a dark one that she was afraid to admit it to her friends. How would they react if she told them she wanted to go back? How differently would they look at her if she said it's because she wanted to kill Comstock?
So she had to get her mind off of it.
Elizabeth remembered a promise she had made what was surely only earlier this month, yet it felt like so long ago. Even returning to Columbia really hadn't been that long, but so much had happened that time just felt... strange. But a promise was a promise, and if her return to Columbia was good for anything, it was gaining more control over opening her Tears.
It's a form of wish-fulfillment, she often explained, but it was more refined now. It's like she could conceptualize those wishes better, though hardly in an exact way. She wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to explain it, but the mysteries of the Tears and the universes they unveiled felt a little clearer now. So just inside the woods where no one was likely to disturb her, Elizabeth has been opening them. She's searching for one universe in particular, but it's still not exact. She knows what she's looking for, and there are Tears that are opened where she knows she's close.
She sees a boy, and though she's first frustrated, thinking she's far off, she sees a note of familiarity in his features. It's just a hint, but it's enough for her to know she's on the right track. It's closed before he can turn to fully see the Tear shifting down an alleyway.
Another, and there's a serious faced man with a streak of grey in his hair. It's also familiar, but not right. He probably hears a dry laugh as the Tear closes, because Elizabeth can't help but notice that one almost looks like Booker.
A third, and she sees a man that looks far closer, and she almost calls out to him, but she feels she's interrupting. There's a man wearing white-makeup next to him, and he lifts something up and takes a picture with Bruce. It's only a moment, but just enough for her to realize that there's still just something off, not quite the person she's looking for, and with a smile, she closes the Tear. She hopes she hadn't seen something too personal.
Finally, the fourth.
A Tear cracks open in Wayne manor wherever Bruce may be, and the unnatural, impossible shimmer shows Elizabeth bracing her hands on her knees, since even if she's better at it, it's still tiring. She thinks she'll probably only be able to do one more before she'll have to rest, but as she looks up, this one— This one seems like it could be right. She only hopes that if she's wrong, this won't scare a Bruce she doesn't know too badly. ]
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finding bruce
Date: 2018-10-22 08:38 pm (UTC)She isn't sure if she'd wanted to stay here forever, necessarily, but she definitely didn't dislike it. It was freeing. She could do whatever she wanted, however she wanted, from making new friends to wearing scandalously short dresses (at least, by 1912's standards). It wasn't her exact dream of freedom, but it was certainly close. So now, bitterly, she's sure that's why she was sent back to Columbia. Because now?
Well, a part of her didn't want to be here. She wanted to go back to Columbia. Now she had a purpose there, even if it was such a dark one that she was afraid to admit it to her friends. How would they react if she told them she wanted to go back? How differently would they look at her if she said it's because she wanted to kill Comstock?
So she had to get her mind off of it.
Elizabeth remembered a promise she had made what was surely only earlier this month, yet it felt like so long ago. Even returning to Columbia really hadn't been that long, but so much had happened that time just felt... strange. But a promise was a promise, and if her return to Columbia was good for anything, it was gaining more control over opening her Tears.
It's a form of wish-fulfillment, she often explained, but it was more refined now. It's like she could conceptualize those wishes better, though hardly in an exact way. She wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to explain it, but the mysteries of the Tears and the universes they unveiled felt a little clearer now. So just inside the woods where no one was likely to disturb her, Elizabeth has been opening them. She's searching for one universe in particular, but it's still not exact. She knows what she's looking for, and there are Tears that are opened where she knows she's close.
She sees a boy, and though she's first frustrated, thinking she's far off, she sees a note of familiarity in his features. It's just a hint, but it's enough for her to know she's on the right track. It's closed before he can turn to fully see the Tear shifting down an alleyway.
Another, and there's a serious faced man with a streak of grey in his hair. It's also familiar, but not right. He probably hears a dry laugh as the Tear closes, because Elizabeth can't help but notice that one almost looks like Booker.
A third, and she sees a man that looks far closer, and she almost calls out to him, but she feels she's interrupting. There's a man wearing white-makeup next to him, and he lifts something up and takes a picture with Bruce. It's only a moment, but just enough for her to realize that there's still just something off, not quite the person she's looking for, and with a smile, she closes the Tear. She hopes she hadn't seen something too personal.
Finally, the fourth.
A Tear cracks open in Wayne manor wherever Bruce may be, and the unnatural, impossible shimmer shows Elizabeth bracing her hands on her knees, since even if she's better at it, it's still tiring. She thinks she'll probably only be able to do one more before she'll have to rest, but as she looks up, this one— This one seems like it could be right. She only hopes that if she's wrong, this won't scare a Bruce she doesn't know too badly. ]
...Mr. Wayne? It's me, Elizabeth.