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paixaorpg2010-05-13 12:12 am
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I talk about you now and go a day without crying (Active)
Character(s): Celes, Lightning (maybe open? Ask first)
Content: Two ex-military women meet
Setting: Muspelheim Gate area
Time: mid-day Week 21
Warnings: Uh... snark? none for now - possible 13 spoilers always present
Lightning had never heard of this city before, but for all she knew it could be some trick, more of the fal'Cie smoke and mirrors they were so fond of throwing around. Especially Barthandelus, though he also seemed to like making things impossibly hard on everyone. Lightning frowned as she stepped through the city. The answers she'd received from whatever the network system in this city was had been disappointing at best. Either everyone was a complete idiot or they'd all had their memories wiped. Knowing the fal'Cie, she wouldn't be surprised if the latter were true. Still, while she didn't intend to stay any longer than necessary, she knew she'd need to know as much about this place as possible.
So, with that in mind, Lightning set out on a quest to find out what else was around. The city was large from what she could see, much larger than Bodhum, probably on par with or larger than Palumpolum and that thought would have been unnerving had she not been trained to deal with fear long ago. Shrugging her annoyance and uncertainty off, she walked around. Sooner or later, she'd need to check her brand. If it looked any the worse for wear, she'd have to find some way of turning it back. She didn't want to end up a Cie'th, but neither did she want the other option.
Sighing to herself, Lightning approached one of the other gates and looked around for one of her companions. She hated to think that Bartandelus was trying to get them pissed off at him by splitting them up.
Content: Two ex-military women meet
Setting: Muspelheim Gate area
Time: mid-day Week 21
Warnings: Uh... snark? none for now - possible 13 spoilers always present
Lightning had never heard of this city before, but for all she knew it could be some trick, more of the fal'Cie smoke and mirrors they were so fond of throwing around. Especially Barthandelus, though he also seemed to like making things impossibly hard on everyone. Lightning frowned as she stepped through the city. The answers she'd received from whatever the network system in this city was had been disappointing at best. Either everyone was a complete idiot or they'd all had their memories wiped. Knowing the fal'Cie, she wouldn't be surprised if the latter were true. Still, while she didn't intend to stay any longer than necessary, she knew she'd need to know as much about this place as possible.
So, with that in mind, Lightning set out on a quest to find out what else was around. The city was large from what she could see, much larger than Bodhum, probably on par with or larger than Palumpolum and that thought would have been unnerving had she not been trained to deal with fear long ago. Shrugging her annoyance and uncertainty off, she walked around. Sooner or later, she'd need to check her brand. If it looked any the worse for wear, she'd have to find some way of turning it back. She didn't want to end up a Cie'th, but neither did she want the other option.
Sighing to herself, Lightning approached one of the other gates and looked around for one of her companions. She hated to think that Bartandelus was trying to get them pissed off at him by splitting them up.
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She pondered, this, a mixture of worry and curiosity in her eyes. Feeling better that her wounds were healed, she tried getting up again but the wobbliness of fatigue and exhaustion grabbed her before managing very far once again. "Ah... this doesn't seem to be the type of injury that can't be healed so easily... but..." she turned away slightly, a little embarrassed, "...thank you for the healing magic."
Once again her pride as a former general was beginning to show. This would be easier to request help if it was Locke, Sabin, Terra or even Edgar, but as for right now this woman was still a complete stranger. "Don't worry about me. I'm sure I'll be able to stand after I rest here a few hours," she lied.