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 Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 5:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 5:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 5:51 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 5:51 pm
What was Sophie even doing anymore?
This whole thing had started out so simply, with wanting to know more about what was going on with an old acquaintance. From there, it had spiraled out of control more quickly than Sophie would have imagined possible. Each new bit of information she learned lead to more questions, and none of the answers seemed to make any sort of sense. How could there be a terrorist conspiracy in Destiny City? How could there be a secret organization- or more, it was still unclear- protecting the citizenry from harm? How could people use magic in their fight to save people?
And yet, Sophie had no doubt that all of these things were real. Whatever uncertainty she'd had had been banished when she'd decided to take a night off to go to the carnival.
At first, she'd treated this whole thing as a bit of a game. It was a personal challenge, to find out what was going on, so that she could report her findings back to Zia and show her that hey, she knew things! She could help! But it didn't take her long to realize that what was going on here was far more serious than she'd guessed. And not just that, but very in tune with Sophie's own interests. It wasn't long before her goal wasn't just to help Zia, but to find out enough to help with the whole situation. By doing that, she would also be helping herself to accomplish the thing she had dreamed of since she was small: saving the world. That had always been her desire, and now she thought she was onto something, a way to actually accomplish the one thing she wanted above anything else.
Then, the carnival happened, and changed her perspective all over again. Before, she knew the situation was serious, but not the extent of it. Being attacked so openly, along with countless others, had changed that. This was not an isolated incident, and she couldn't pass it off as a misunderstanding. Someone was out for blood- several someones, by the looks of things- and they didn't care whose. By pursuing this, Sophie was putting herself in danger.
But if she backed away, what kind of savior would she be?
So instead she went on. Sure, she took a few precautions: wearing a hoodie to help keep her face from being recognized, keeping her hand on her cell phone in case she needed to call 911, restricting her search to slightly more populous areas. But her M.O. remained much the same. Another late night walk, another chance to meet one of these people and find out what was going on. And find out she would, no matter what the personal cost.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 5:54 pm
Credit Union[Sophie + Elijah] After her schoolwork starts to suffer, Sophie teams up with a classmate to get some extra credit.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 5:55 pm
Post watershed interview[Sophie + Falias] Even winding up in the middle of a massive battle won't stop Sophie from finding out what she wants to know.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 11:55 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 11:56 pm
"Soph, honey? Can we talk?"
Sophie looked up from her textbook, a thick thing about statistical psychology. "Talk about what?"
"It's just... you're working so hard, and I'm really proud of you, but-"
Ah, there was the but. There was always a but with her mother. Always something off, something she could be doing better. She didn't interrupt, tempted though she was. She did roll her eyes behind the shield her textbook provided.
"-but I'm just not sure. I mean, is this what you really want to do?"
"As opposed to what, Mom?" They'd had this conversation, or ones very similar to it, many times before. Sophie almost felt like she was reading from a script.
Nancy Hawkins frowned, but if she felt the same way, she showed no sign of it. "You've always been such a doer, Soph. Volunteering with the kids down at the community center, or at the garden... organizing bake sales and car washes. You're passionate about helping people." She paused. "Aren't you?"
"Of course." That was obvious; she wasn't about to deny it.
"So I guess I always expected you'd do something with that. Work for a non-profit, or in public service, or even teach. You'd be good at all those things, honey."
Sophie shrugged. "I guess." It wasn't like she hadn't considered any of those avenues herself. They were all things she could see herself doing, except for one major problem.
"Yet here you are, pursuing an advanced degree for a largely academic field-"
This time Sophie did interrupt. "We had a deal, Mom. As long as I work on my education- work hard, keep my grades up, all of that- you won't harass me about the rest. That was the promise, right? Because you said how much you hated being forced to work full-time just to pay for a degree in what you wanted to do for the rest of your life?" She'd heard the story a dozen times at least, along with the associated 'I'll do things differently' speech. Yet her mother kept trying to slither out of her end of the bargain, just because Sophie wasn't done with school yet.
"No, honey, it's not that. If this is what you really want to do, I'm all for it. But are you sure that this is your calling?"
They had deviated from the script here, and Sophie wasn't sure how to proceed. On the one hand, she couldn't help but suspect this was just another ploy to get her out of the apartment and into what most people referred to as an adult life. On the other, she couldn't really say that her mother was wrong. Social Research was interesting, and important work. But was it her calling? Was it what she wanted to do for the rest of her life?
Probably not. But it was the closest thing she could find. It meant she could continue looking for answers without having to worry about paying the bills. After all, it wasn't like she could actually get a degree in saving the world.
"I don't know for sure if it's my calling, exactly. But it's something I really want to pursue." If only to avoid even more arguments about this. "I mean, if I find something I like better, I can always change my mind... right?" Suddenly Sophie was filled with terror, wondering if she'd accidentally committed herself to a career in a field she wasn't even all that into.
Her mother mulled it over for a moment, then leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Of course you can. Just... try and think about what's going to help you further down the road. It's easier to switch paths when you don't have to backtrack much."
There was criticism there, which Sophie opted to ignore in favor of the genuinely helpful advice. "Okay. Can I get back to this now?"
"Sure thing." Patting her daughter on the shoulder, Nancy left the room.
Exhaling loudly, Sophie looked back at her textbook. This time, she was too distracted by her thoughts to read even a word of it.
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