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Not Quite Real Emotion [active]

Character(s): Braska, Starr
Content: Summoner... meet Diva!
Setting: Cafe Ersestat (H4)
Time: Noonish, Week 21
Warnings: None

Braska set his cup of coffee back down on the table with a contented sigh. Idly, he watched people pass by the window, seeming not to have a care in the world. A normal day and a normal state for most of the citizens of Paixao, he imagined. For himself, it was a day for relaxation.

He debated searching some of the stores to find something to replace his robes. While he didn't mind wearing them, he had noticed that they made him stick out a little more than most.

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Starr wandered into the cafe, carrying a handful of the local currency and looking for a good coffee. She was still easy to spot as an outsider, wearing her uniform. Her recent attempts to find a replacement set of clothing for wandering around the city had failed, but she was determined to find something that wouldn't attract as much attention as she was now.

Ordering a coffee, she turned and looked around. The Music had changed when she entered, something on the fringe of her thoughts... The normal Music was still there, it was all the same from the people of the city, but there was an additional refrain, one that was much calmer...and spiritual.

She looked around to find the source, and noticed the man sitting at the window. He stuck out a bit, not looking like the citizens...kind of like her.

It didn't take long for Braska to get the feeling that someone was watching him, and he straightened, looking around the cafe curiously. The woman in the bright, rather odd-looking outfit nearby quickly caught his attention, not only for the outfit in question, but for the fact that she seemed to be the only one looking in his direction.

"Is something the matter, miss?" he asked.

Starr took her coffee from the person at the counter and gave them a smile before wandering over to the man who had asked her a question. The Music was definitely coming from him, as it got louder as she got closer to him.

"Nothing's the matter, please don't be offended, but you look different from everyone else. And that's nice to see in this city." She took a look around the cafe, looking at the citizens who were sitting there also.

"Do you mind if I sit?" She asked, pointing at the vacant chair.

"Oh, no," Braska replied quickly. "I am aware that even among those who have appeared in this city I must look a bit... odd. I have yet to come across someone with such robes. You are new to this city?" Though he could understand the want to speak with others who weren't the citizens. While they seemed like fairly nice people, they were a bit hard to talk to, to say the least.

"Oh, I don't mind at all, please. I enjoy the company," he replied with a smile and a gesture to the seat she had pointed at.

Starr sat down across from him, setting her cup of coffee down on the table between them. Taking another look around, she focused her mind on ignoring the strange Music coming from the citizens, and listening to the different tune coming from the man seated across from her.

"It's not that you look odd. I mean, I stick out like a sore thumb in comparison to the boring people here. Not very many people wear bright red pants." She laughed. "But, yeah, I showed up here a week, maybe two weeks ago?"

Braska laughed along with her. "I suppose you have a point there." She had arrived that soon? He wanted to ask the woman how she had been adjusting to being here, but something about that seemed a little... wrong somehow. It seemed more like something to ask someone who had just moved than someone who had been taken somewhere without a choice.

"I can't quite remember how long it has been since I first arrived here, myself. I suppose that means I might have been here a little too long."

Starr shrugged at his last statement. "Losing track of time is something that everyone does." She said, taking a drink of her coffee.

"Especially when one finds themselves in such a strange situation." She looked around and sighed.

"What exactly is this place, anyway?"

She did have a point, though it did make Braska wonder just how long he must have been in this city to lose track of the time to begin with. He had a feeling that it was close to a year, but he wasn't completely sure.

"The city itself, you mean?" Braska asked her. "Well... That, unfortunately gets a little complicated. How much have you heard about the city so far?"

"The city, yeah." Starr replied, adding some sugar to her coffee. "I don't know a lot, just the general basics that I got from the guards, and Lenne." She stirred the drink and watched the liquid spiral for a moment.

"Is it always this...bland?" She asked, glancing at the similar citizens grouping in the cafe.

Lenne... Braska could have sworn he'd heard that name before. When they had gone to save Yuna, maybe? Yes, that sounded about right. She was the woman in the blue outfit. Braska would have to visit the woman again sometime. He didn't think he had ever gotten the chance to thank her.

He followed Starr's gaze to the people. "I'm afraid so," he replied with a small, sheepish smile. "That's just the way they are, I think." It was admittedly a bit unnerving just how... simple the people seemed to be (and he even felt bad thinking of them like that). At the same time, though, there was no way to tell how the citizens of Paixao saw them. It would be unfair to make judgments.

She sighed, there was no excitement here at all it seemed. Besides the people who looked out of place, everyone was the same, playing the same song...which had never happened to her before. Everyone had a different Music, and here she was, in a world where everyone played the same song.

Distracted, she hummed a bit, along with the Music she was hearing from the man sitting across from her. It was a nice song, that she hadn't heard before, and even though she hadn't heard it before, it had been playing long enough that she knew at least part of it.

It took Braska a moment to notice the humming in the middle of the soft chattering of the other people in the cafe, but soon he was able to pick it out. The melody was a familiar one, just different enough that he didn't realize exactly what it was at first. Then it hit him. "The Hymn?" The two words were murmured quietly, and indeed Braska hadn't even realized he'd said them aloud.

"Excuse me, miss, but where have you heard that song before?" he asked. Was this woman from Spira?

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