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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2018 0:40:25 GMT -6
Serah felt out of her element in the presence of these women. While she felt led here in her own right, she didn’t feel as sure of herself at the moment. The one who now called herself ‘Amalia’ (was that a note of hesitation in her voice?) objected to her presence from the beginning. Ironic how the time and dimensions traveler had encountered this person within her first days on this world. The pinkette made a note to not mention her seer’s gift anytime soon. Her words were reminiscent of her sister. If she squinted she could imagine Lightning standing there with her weapon at her side. Serah had never seen her attack an innocent however misguided their actions were and hoped she would never have to. Shaking herself from the image, she focused on the conversation before her. The newcomer’s words made logical sense and she found herself instantly drawn in by her careful knowledgeable tone of voice. She decided to ignore the part of her that wanted to say she wasn’t looking for a sword for hire. By all appearances the young woman knew she did not look like a warrior of light. Her weapon was a moogle for Etro’s sake! It gave her the element of surprise when it mattered, but sometimes she wished she had a more conventional weapon. Serah nodded and proceeded to follow the two women. “Are you sure about this, kupo?” The moogle’s soft voice interjected her thoughts. A note of doubt had entered the normally hopeful creature’s tone. “It’s the best chance we have, Mog.” She reached up to pat his head before hurrying her steps after the two figures that continued to advance into the city. The leader of their trio looked to know where she was headed in this town. It was a relief to follow someone who had their bearings. The path continued deeper into regions Serah would have avoided on her own. More of the ilk that had harassed them looked to pass their time in these alley-ways. Best to look straight ahead and not let herself be distracted by the sights and sounds and smells. Pursing her lips she nodded her head and tried to make herself look more confident than she felt. The woman’s words were a reassurance, but the image of the place continued to linger in the back of her mind. It wasn’t anything like Lebreau’s establishment. It attracted all sorts of strangers and travelers, but these types looked to be the type not to ask questions (which was likely the aim).
“Thank you for the shelter.” While the room was not homey it would do for their conversation. A temporary place as she said to weather out the storm and weather out the storm. “My name is Serah and this is Mog. (‘Kupo!’) Where are we and what in Etro is going on here?” She massaged her temple to clear her mind from the momentary adrenaline rush. @ashe Celes Chere |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2018 1:37:04 GMT -6
 It's a set up until you're fed up Ashe waited, her eyes never leaving the warrior in front of her. She was too perceptive the way she called back Ashe's alias with a hint of incredulity. She needed to get back into the habit of using her alias now that she was alone and among strangers once more. Still she kept her steely gaze as the woman continued to offer her assistance despite the addendum that Ashe had given. "It's settled then," she said more to the pink haired woman behind her than to the blonde woman in front. Once they were in safety, she hoped to wash her hands of this whole affair and leave for another town as soon as the storm abated.
The woman seemed true to her word as the trio trudged through the streets of the city. Ashe watched the other strangers caught out in the downpour noting what the looked like and where they were heading. No one without a purpose would be caught out in this storm causing her to be suspicious of even the children running home. It did not help her nerves as she noticed the buildings and streets' occupants becoming more sullied and less kept. This part of the city was not unknown to her as she had hid in places like this helping plan the insurgency.
As the blonde led them into a rather understated building, Ashe knew within moments what type of establishment they had entered. It was the sort of den sky pirates would have called a second home and daring to hope she scanned the dim dankness of the room for tall ears and rugged but groomed man by her side. Her hopes sunk again as only a sea of strangers sat drinking and swearing in front of her. Instinct had her clutch to her blade tighter, and she refused to look away from the crowd until the other two had begun up the stairs. Ashe followed closely behind waiting to enter the room to make sure they had not been followed behind.
The room was modest, but Ashe just marched over to the window trying to peer out of it to see if any guards had made their pursuit that far. "Would you not lock the door behind you, and hopefully your words ring true and this weather abates soon" It wasn't a question as much as a disdainful comment to the woman. Ashe could hear the harshness of the words even as she spoke them. She took a deep breath letting her shoulder relaxed as she turned to face the two woman especially the one who had ended them aid. "Your aid thus far is appreciated, and it seems I am indebted to you thus."
Her attention than turned to the pink haired woman who seemed almost eager to share her secrets with the other too. Serah, she called herself. And Celes their would be savior. Serah seemed overeager to share which caused Ashe to scoff. The girl seemed to be of no threat to her, but she still did not trust Celes completely so her guard stayed up, but she seemed to be have figured out. "Our enemies can be even the kindest of strangers allied to the empire. I gave you the name I wish for you to use. Even though you say that none may know me, I've already come across one who claimed to know of where I came from albeit distantly ,and I wish not to expose myself needlessly." It wasn't clear or informative, but it was an answer. Ashe watched the other two for their reaction hoping to be on her way soon enough.
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Post by Celes Chere on Dec 2, 2018 19:29:58 GMT -6
[attr="class","oneword1"] [attr="class","fromyou1"]@ashe , Serah Farron Wow, she gets along well with everyone Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
The pink-haired girl looked uncomfortable. That was easy to tell from her darting eyes to the very still way she sat like she was trying not to make the wrong moves. Still, Celes could hardly blame her with the time she’d had, and she could empathize with the sentiment. It hadn’t been so long ago that Celes had been in her shoes.
The girl thanked her for her aid and introduced herself -- Serah and a moogle named Mog. Celes blinked, looking the moogle over. It was different than she was used to -- less fuzzy and compact and more bulbous. Even the pompom on its head was different with more of a diamond shape than a sphere. Celes tilted her head.
”That’s funny. I knew a moogle named Mog. He lived in a cave outside of Narshe. My moogles looked different than yours though. I guess it’s a common name.”
Meanwhile, Amalia marched straight to the window and peered suspiciously out of it. Celes couldn’t blame her for her caution, but something about the woman’s demeanor was starting to grate on her. Celes could respect competency, but Amalia didn’t seem to have a single inch of softness to her behind it. Celes’ lips pursed slightly as she locked the door, glancing back at her with a look laced with irritation.
Amalia took a breath, forcing a more relaxed look that did nothing to soften her features. ” Your aid thus far is appreciated, and it seems I am indebted to you thus." Maybe it was the way she spoke that Celes didn’t like. It was like Cyan if Cyan had chip on his shoulder the size of a mountain. Still, Celes tried to keep expression neutral as she closed the distance between them.
”It’s nothing. Someone did the same thing for me once. And I think I did more damage than you.” Celes winced. Her arrival hadn’t exactly gone as smoothly as it could have. To be fair to herself, she’d been fairly certain she’d lost her mind at the time. To be fair to the world, she’d caused a lot more trouble than she was worth.
Serah looked genuinely grateful, if on edge, and asked for Celes to explain what she knew. That was fair enough, but it seemed Amalia didn’t take kindly to suggestions on how to carry herself. She told Celes exactly why she wouldn’t use her real name, claiming that she wouldn’t “expose herself” and that she’d already come along someone who knew where she came from. Celes felt herself bristle with irritation. The woman wasn’t exactly making the best case for her own nature. No, if anything, it seemed like all Celes had accomplished was keeping a dangerous woman from hurting anyone who tried to detain her.
”That doesn’t leave me a lot of room to trust you,” Celes said, straightening in her own resolve. ”As far as I'm aware, all you do is mutilate people in the street. But I’m sure that’ll do great things for a first impression.” Celes let out a breath and crossed her arms, turning pointedly towards Serah instead of Amalia. At least there was one person who seemed even mildly good-natured -- if not particularly the brightest.
”I can’t say what’s going on. Honestly, none of it makes any sense, but from what I can tell, there are different worlds at play. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but there it is. Even I’ve started to believe it lately, and I’m not one to jump to conclusions.” Celes pursed her lips and glanced at Amalia, shooting her a sharp look before pushing her hair behind her ear.
”This place is called Zephon. It’s some kind of collection of odd little cities that don’t have much in common with each other. They say that new people with strange powers have been coming in droves lately, most of them with amnesia. It’s not logical, I know, but I’ve seen it too many times to question it any more. The most any of us can do is just find a way to get by. It’s not likely you’ll run into anyone you know, but it can happen, I suppose. Still, old hang-ups aren’t likely to come to play here. No one particularly cares what your deal is.” Another look to Amalia. Celes recrossed her arms.
”If you’re new, I’d suggest getting a handle on the world before you try anything drastic. I could get you some work if you need it. So long as you’re not rude about it.”
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