http://generalfloozy.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] generalfloozy.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2008-11-14 01:50 pm

I am a general; don't ever forget (Active / Open)

Characters: Celes and anyone who feels like helping out a grumpy ex-general
Content: Celes comes through the gate and finds herself in a very strange place
Setting: Close to the Vanaheim Gate
Time: midday
Warnings: TBA


Celes' hand gripped the remains of the bandana around the dove's neck as she lay there. Sopping wet from her jump off the cliffs and into the water, and her subsequent float through the water to the shore just in front of the cottage where Grandpa had taken care of her for so long, the blonde-haired woman probably looked like a mess, wherever she had landed. The dove was gone now and she could tell she was no longer on the beach on that little island, but she really had no clue where she was.

Taking a deep breath, she sat up and began to wring the water out of her hair. Every inch of her was still wet and she smelled like salt water, which really couldn't be helped much considering the fact that she'd just come out of a nice long swim in the ocean. Holding herself together, somehow, she sat there for a moment before she dared to glance around. Where on earth was she?

With any luck, someone would show up. With more luck, they'd have a way for her to dry off. She would, for now, try not to use her magic, as she wasn't sure who would be open-minded enough to accept her magic and not run screaming from her. The War of the Magi had really damaged the peoples' view of magic. Well that and the Empire now.

Celes sighed wearily and let her eyes close for a brief moment. She needed to get her bearings, and no matter what, she had to put Grandpa behind her. As much as she missed him, he was gone. There was no changing that. 

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2008-11-15 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
If Setzer had been a man inclined to believe in destiny, he would have claimed that he'd simply known that he should be at the Vanaheim gate around midday. As it was, it simply luck that brought him to that area. Well, luck and the urge to go a-wandering. As a result, coming across a rather familiar face in the crowd was a rather unexpected surprise. Perhaps things were taking a turn for the better after all. One more Returner was one more card in the hard that would one day be enough to force Kefka to drop out of the game for good.

"You look like you could use a hand," he commented, a slight smile on his face. And possibly also a towel or two, although he wasn't about to mention it just yet.

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2008-11-16 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"You didn't honestly think I was going to deal out of the game so soon, did you?" Setzer asked, an easy smile playing across his face. He'd avoid mentioning the part where he very nearly had out of desperation and sadness and the loss of his wings. It wasn't really important at the moment, and the Falcon was at least presumably fine, if not actually here.

Besides, there was no need to throw too much at her all at once. Save the more mundane details for later. Or until she asked.

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2008-11-16 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, Setzer could hardly disagree with that. The world had been destroyed, to say nothing of his ship. A ruined world, ruled by a madman. Not precisely anything he would call fun. It was on the other hand a very nice challenge. The queen of spades had been raised to a god, but nothing said they couldn't take him on for the sheer hell of it. Enough people, and they might actually win.

"The world was destroyed," he pointed out. "But any gambler will tell you that sometimes luck can make a bad hand halfway decent."

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2008-11-16 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"How do I know?" Setzer asked, bending down to pick up the dropped arm warmer and offering it back to Celes. "Simple. I saw it, and what I didn't I heard from other people."

There were a few advantages to having spent a year in a bar, where anyone could and frequently did drown their troubles in drink. And more often then not, that came with passing the story on to those who cared to hear. And most who'd managed to survive Kefka's attacks (if you could be charitable enough to call them that instead of massacres) were often more than willing to complain about Kefka, the Light of Judgment, and Kefka's tower.

"I've heard stories of people starting to call it 'the World of Ruin,' even."

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2008-11-21 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Unfortunately, yes," Setzer answered, a thoroughly uncharacteristic frown settling in on his face. He could with the lack of friends, the lack of a sky but as far as he was concerned it had one insane, power-hungry mage too many. Luckily he'd so far been able to keep a healthy distance, but he was distantly aware that eventually even his luck would take a turn for the worse.

"Our favorite Queen of Spades seems to have taken residence in this hand as well."

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2008-11-25 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nothing major, fortunately. Not that I've seen anyway." Of course with someone like Kefka that wasn't precisely comforting. He could just as easily have been working his way up to something similar to the situation he'd had back before the world was destroyed. He could be biding his time. He could just be playing a strange new game. There was any number of options and none of them were particularly encouraging.

"He's been something of a nuisance on the journals though." Mostly on the occasions that Setzer felt like bothering him but that little fact could be left out for the time being.

"Not as long as I have. Perhaps a month, perhaps more."

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2008-12-05 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Flushing the madman out certainly sounded a good plan. Risky, but he'd never been one to shy from a bit of risk. But with just the two of them, the odds weren't great. That and he'd no idea of what Kefka was capable of. "I think we'll need a few more cards in hand first. Who knows what the man is planning?"

"At the least. It looks like there's no backing out of this hand just yet." Needless to say, he wasn't exactly pleased with the state of affairs. No ship and no sky did not exactly make for a happy gambler, nor did being forced to stay in one area.

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2008-12-08 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"The Falcon didn't follow me here," Setzer answered simply. "And even if she had, there's nowhere to fly her here. The domes see to that."

So yes, they were quite effectively stuck. Or at least to the best of Setzer's knowledge. Stuck until whatever governed this city decided to toss them back to their ruined world - a thought that was hardly comforting.

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2008-12-09 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
If you asked Setzer he would have mentioned that he really didn't think anyway here much liked being stuck inside the domes. They were definitely a feat of engineering, but... there was only so much one could do without having a proper sky over head.

"There's a spare room or two where I'm staying, if you don't mind the fact that I don't have it up and running yet."

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2008-12-09 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then follow me," he answered with an easy smile. Admittedly his place might be well on it's way to becoming a functioning casino, but after the Blackjack he didn't think Celes would have too much of a problem with that.

"You just missed Terra, I'm afraid."

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2008-12-10 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"She was," Setzer answered with a nod. Briefly, but she had been around. "She seems to have disappeared though. That happens from time to time here."

Where the people disappeared to when they left, he had no way of telling, much less if they survived with their memories of this place intact. But those details were... somewhat less than pleasant, so for the time being he'd leave them out.

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2008-12-16 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"She might. People do come back sometimes."

Celes had after all, although for obvious reasons he was loath to mention the fact that she had been here before. And he'd heard a few stories of other people leaving and returning - usually with the side-effect of not remembering that they'd been here before.

"Very much so. But it can be tolerable at times."

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2008-12-18 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"You'll have time enough for that and more," Setzer answered. "The game we're in looks to be a long one."

And to top things off, he still had no real idea of what the point of it all was. Not that anyone seemed to know why they'd been pulled in, or by whom. He'd heard his share of suspicions, but in the efforts of not totally overwhelming Celes he'd save those for another day.

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2008-12-20 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're in luck then," Setzer answered with a smile. "We're almost there. See?"

It wasn't a particularly interesting-looking building, of course, given that it looked like every other building in the city. But the outside wasn't what he had been working on. Or at least, not just yet. He'd need a name before putting up a sign and he'd yet to come up with that.

"I couldn't very well leave you to figure out the place on your own, could I?"

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2008-12-21 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's no need for that, but I suppose I can try to remember for you."

As far as he was concerned if he could help a friend there was no real harm in doing so and to leave said friend out in the... well, not cold, but 'wilds' of Paixao such as they were went against his principles. He may not have been the most honorable of men, but his friends were something he wasn't going to abandon.

"After you," he offered, holding the door open for Celes.

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2008-12-22 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
The inside of the building looked very much like a casino of the sort that the Blackjack had been, although given the tables already set up Setzer either had a heretofore unmentioned ability in carpentry or had gotten someone else's help.

"This way," Setzer answered, heading past the tables to a nearby set of stairs. "I hope you don't mind having to climb a bit to get your rest, but I couldn't exactly sleep in the same place as all this." There was a gesture to the casino-in-progress at that, mostly to make exactly what he meant clear.

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2009-01-01 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, but that doesn't always mean you won't mind now."

It was mostly just a remark to keep the conversation going, but he could certainly agree with the second comment. Sometimes there really was nothing better then the comfort of a proper bed. Besides, a single flight of stairs was fairly short.

"Right this way," he commented with a sweeping gesture as he reached the top of the stairs.

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2009-01-07 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd certainly hope so," Setzer answered with a smile. "It wouldn't do to be unprepared, after all."

Not that he didn't think she knew that, of course. But again, he might as well keep the conversation going for the time being. It wasn't hurting anything, after all and he saw little reason to stop talking just yet. It was a pleasant and relatively mindless distraction, after all.

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2009-01-18 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm sure it can wait."

The room itself was leaning towards the spartan of the scale, but even with that it was comfortable enough. He might not have had a lot of time to spend on the rooms between working on get the casino set up and wandering through the city, but he'd done enough to manage a level of comfort at least.

"I'll leave you to your rest, then."