The night had passed rather uneventfully for Auron. Aside from a mild touch of insomnia that had him staring out the window from his bed for a few hours, it was like any other night in his life. Only the time he'd spent awake had served to completely convince him that this was like no place on his native Spira. The night was unusually quiet here. No Chocobos chirped in their sleep in nearby pens, the hissing and prowling of nocturnal fiends was non-existant, and even the mumble of a wayward Al Bhed was gone. The sounds that had lulled him into sleep during his years as a Guardian were gone. For the span of several minutes he was wishing with his fondest desire to hear something familiar - even Jecht's restless tossing and turning in the next bed over (the man played Blitzball even in his sleep) or Wakka's unbearably-loud snoring punctuated with his slow drawling Besaid dialect and a healty smattering of 'ya?'.
But none of that could even begin to happen, Jecht was dead and gone, so was Braska. And here he was, in another world. It was quite possible that he wasn't the only Spiran here, he thought he'd recognized Tidus on the journal network, but in this place he couldn't be absolutely sure. Even with the strange little group he was now traveling with, he still felt helplessly alone. Sure, on Spira he was always considered to be a one-man-army of sorts and always given a wide berth because he seemed so stand-offish, but it was a rare moment in his life that he was ever alone. From the other monks in Bevelle to Jecht and Braska down to Yuna and her other Guardians - Auron was always surrounded by people. People he could understand, people he had a common bond with. Now in this new world lacking Sin and Yevon and all wrapped up in its manufactured peace, Auron couldn't help but feel like a boat adrift at sea, caught in unfamliliar waters.
Yet he'd been cast away before, thrust into strange territory. From his rather abrupt leavetaking of the temple at Bevelle, to even death casting him aside at Mount Gagazet, Auron was well versed in being ... discarded. And when he felt his most worthless, turned away from those immaculate red doors of Bevelle or from the glorious gate to the Farplane, something had always come along and given him a new purpose. This time around was it the Prince? Asuka? Jenet - who he knew could handle herself but just smelled of trouble; were they brought into his life to give him an anchor point? Perhaps.
When the sun finally pestered him enough into opening his eye, Auron awoke, far later than he normally did - even the Prince was awake before he. Washing and dressing with his usual measure of composure, Auron slung the Shiranui over his back, noting that the girls' room was already empty. Wonderful - he already knew the feisty blonde would have a dig at him for sleeping in so late.
He found himself watching with a hidden but bemused smile at Asuka's temper at such an hour, coming up behind her as he joined them in the hotel's dining area. "You seem to have rested well, hm?" Setting his heavy cask of sake on the table (as he had a mind to have a few shots with whatever breakfast this world provided him), Auron immediately noticed their missing member. How could he not, when the child had enough energy for a fleet of Chocobos and the steam to power an Al Bhed machina?
A post in which Sir Auron gets Horribly Emo. Oh dear.
But none of that could even begin to happen, Jecht was dead and gone, so was Braska. And here he was, in another world. It was quite possible that he wasn't the only Spiran here, he thought he'd recognized Tidus on the journal network, but in this place he couldn't be absolutely sure. Even with the strange little group he was now traveling with, he still felt helplessly alone. Sure, on Spira he was always considered to be a one-man-army of sorts and always given a wide berth because he seemed so stand-offish, but it was a rare moment in his life that he was ever alone. From the other monks in Bevelle to Jecht and Braska down to Yuna and her other Guardians - Auron was always surrounded by people. People he could understand, people he had a common bond with. Now in this new world lacking Sin and Yevon and all wrapped up in its manufactured peace, Auron couldn't help but feel like a boat adrift at sea, caught in unfamliliar waters.
Yet he'd been cast away before, thrust into strange territory. From his rather abrupt leavetaking of the temple at Bevelle, to even death casting him aside at Mount Gagazet, Auron was well versed in being ... discarded. And when he felt his most worthless, turned away from those immaculate red doors of Bevelle or from the glorious gate to the Farplane, something had always come along and given him a new purpose. This time around was it the Prince? Asuka? Jenet - who he knew could handle herself but just smelled of trouble; were they brought into his life to give him an anchor point? Perhaps.
When the sun finally pestered him enough into opening his eye, Auron awoke, far later than he normally did - even the Prince was awake before he. Washing and dressing with his usual measure of composure, Auron slung the Shiranui over his back, noting that the girls' room was already empty. Wonderful - he already knew the feisty blonde would have a dig at him for sleeping in so late.
He found himself watching with a hidden but bemused smile at Asuka's temper at such an hour, coming up behind her as he joined them in the hotel's dining area. "You seem to have rested well, hm?" Setting his heavy cask of sake on the table (as he had a mind to have a few shots with whatever breakfast this world provided him), Auron immediately noticed their missing member. How could he not, when the child had enough energy for a fleet of Chocobos and the steam to power an Al Bhed machina?
"...where is the Prince?"