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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.
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.
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"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.
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"Setzer?" she whispered, shocked and confused at finding her friend so close after a year apart. She wasn't about to say anything else, to ask if this was real. She was desperately afraid of the answer he might give her.
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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.
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"I wouldn't have blamed you if you had," she muttered as she watched him carefully, her own expression muddled with confusion and nigh impossible to pinpoint. "That was one hell of a bad place to be..."
Of course, she was speaking of that damnable island without any knowledge or realization that he might have been a number of other places.
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"The world was destroyed," he pointed out. "But any gambler will tell you that sometimes luck can make a bad hand halfway decent."
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"What?! The world was what?!"
She'd been aware that she'd landed on an island with Grandpa. He'd said there were other people around, but that they'd all taken that 'leap of faith.' They were gone long before she'd woken up. But even with his stories and everything that had happened and the little island itself... never had she imagined that the world outside the island had been destroyed.
"But how.. how do you..?" She was so confused. Nothing was making sense now and her head hurt, her body ached, and she was still wet and cold, but of course she wouldn't be telling Setzer any of that. The last thing she'd be doing would be telling him what she felt.
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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."
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"The World of Ruin? I guess that's what we get, then..."
She paused for a moment, thinking back to what he had told her already. "Is anyone else here?" she asked, bypassing the 'where are we' that was on the tip of her tongue.
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"Our favorite Queen of Spades seems to have taken residence in this hand as well."
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"Kefka," she grumbled. "Of course. Has he done anything noteworthy yet?"
She had to hope he hadn't. The ex-general really didn't want to deal with a Kefka who was all tripped up on his power. The last thing any world needed was him to deal with.
"And how long has he been here?"
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"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."
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The journals? Celes blinked at him for a moment and decided to ask later. "Perhaps we can flush him out someday and set him in his place once and for all." It was low in possibility, but one could hope, right?
"A month?" She really couldn't imagine being here that long. She wanted to go home, even if home didn't exist anymore...
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"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.
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"So there's no way out of the city?" She glanced at him critically, to see if he was hiding something from her. "We're really stuck here?"
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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.
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"I guess it's time to find somewhere to stay then," she murmured, eyes closing off their emotion again. "What.. what is around the city?"
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"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."
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"I would be in your debt," she answered, before looking forward again. "Thank you." She had to little to say at all, but especially when someone was showing her a kindness like this. How did you express gratitude without seeming weak? Maybe she would have to learn. She did owe Setzer quite a lot after all.
"I don't mind at all."
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"You just missed Terra, I'm afraid."
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"Terra was here?" The blonde head shot over to examine her friend. She couldn't believe her luck.. or lackthereof. "And she's not anymore?"
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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.
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"Maybe she'll come back." It was wishful thinking, she could tell, but she couldn't help it anyway. Her expression fell as she walked, unsure what else there was to say until they reached.. wherever it was they were going.
"I guess it's very different here than at home." If home even existed anymore...
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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."
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She sighed a little as they walked and hoped more people she knew showed up soon. "I guess I will have to see for myself, hm?" she murmured. She was getting tired. Throwing yourself off a cliff, washing up on shore, and then getting drug somewhere entirely new was wearing on one's body and she didn't know how much more she could take.
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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.
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"I suppose so," she murmured. She hated asking for anything, but by now she was tired and just wanted to sleep. Maybe if she was lucky, she'd wake up back home. "For now, I think I need rest..." To gather herself up for sure. "Thank you, Setzer, for your assistance." The soft look she gave him echoed her words. Hopefully he would know how lucky she was to have come across a familiar face so soon.
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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?"
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"Very noble of you," she muttered, her lips twisting into something akin to a sarcastic smirk. "Remind me to write an IOU and we'll consider it even."
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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.
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"Where to?" she murmured, glancing around to take in what there was to see.
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"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.
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"I've had to climb much worse for a lot less," she muttered, thinking back on the times she'd lived in and visited Vector. "Any rest is good rest at this point." And she really appreciated the opportunity.
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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.
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"At least if I do have to climb stairs, hills, or towers worse than this one, I'll be prepared, right?" Her tone was mildly teasing, though it would be obvious she was actually beginning to relax.
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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.
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That day would not be today. Celes was tired enough and her muscles were starting to ache. She just wanted to collapse. Tomorrow, she would talk to Setzer about everything.
Blue eyes glanced around for the room she would be calling her own for the time being.
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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."
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"Thank you. I will see you when I am rested or the morning has risen."
Whichever came first.