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Torensten was looking good! About as good as it could be, all things considered. One calamity to another, this town weathered it all. At least the damage from the tornados a while back had been repaired. Apparently there'd been some sort of magic school that he hadn't known about. It reminded him of Sharlayan back home. Granted, he'd never actually been there, but... dang, now that he thought about it; every single Scion save Tataru was an Archon there. All of them. There was a bit of a lacking balance, so to speak. Granted, he loved them to death, but really, it was only his own group that didn't have everyone from Sharlayan. That was a bit more varied; Gridania, Ul'dah, the Isle of Val, you know, regular places where regular people lived. Except for that last one. He hoped he never returned to Eureka.
He'd really just been here on a job. With the Rising Stones getting ever closer to being finished, he should probably start getting some connections to the other cities going. Sonora was going to be the tough one, he'd heard. They didn't like outsiders. So it was just Ishgard with a different coat of paint, big deal, he was a big boy and could probably deal with it. Assuming he didn't get stabbed, or shot, or poisoned (again). Yeah he was sure he could handle Sonora just fine. Probably. Although with Torensten, maybe look into that magic school, see if he couldn't get something set up? He was something of a magic user himself, so he felt that there was something he could work with. Maybe get some students willing to make their bones to come work for him or something?
Or just take jobs and get in that way, that always worked, as did getting something to drink. A quick stop to a tavern, the passing of gil, the passing of more gil when he insisted on taking the whole damn bottle because he didn't trust them to pour the drink for him. Maybe start looking for that really frilly guy he'd met when he was new to this world, wonder how he was doing. Maybe now he could actually hit him without needing the power of magic to pump him up. It'd been what, like six months? He found himself on the outside, leaning against a brick building as he stretched a little, letting himself take in some sunlight.
Post by Claire Farron on Mar 9, 2021 5:36:53 GMT -6
"Liberation of Fate"
"Whether it's Gods or Fate, I'll rebel against them all. We should determine our fate with our own hands..."
Everything was going wrong and Lumina felt as if she was under fire! Maybe underwater was more apt, yet regardless of which element was doing her in, social and business lives had crashed simultaneously. How did this happen? Well, Torensten had been hit by tornados, grounding her airship. Being grounded, meant no supply going in or coming out. In turn, her balance sheet was WORSE off than she anticipated before arrival. In Provo, it looked quite good, with profits as far as her eyes could see. In her hangar in Torensten? Unshipped supplies, cancelled orders, the freshness of some ingredients in doubt or spoiled... It was good she got into Torensten bringing supplies from Provo. Otherwise, she'd be out in a tavern, sobbing by her lonesome, when no one was looking, of course.
That was just business, social wise was another disaster of sorts. That happened on the way into Torensten. Feelings were a complicated thing, for people with full hearts. With just a portion of heart, happy chaos was meant to reside and thrive. Something was happening with her, that much she was convinced of now. It all started before departing Provo she was starting to reckon. As she was pacing back and forth outside a tavern, she recollected best as she could, what went wrong. Lumina was preparing for this shipment, Serah offered to help her. They discussed a variety of topics. Namely, handling her independence and the newfound feelings she'd come into. Then there was that gap, a loss of memory and worry for Lightning.
Admittedly, she was trying to suppress that worry, to no avail. "What went wrong...?" she muttered aloud. "How does one get younger after being in Zephon for awhile...?" Lightning's problems, were swiftly becoming Lumina's problems. Memory loss, impairment of certain abilities. One such ability, was shifting her appearance to be older when the need arose. Since it was difficult for many business partners to take a young girl seriously. No matter how much coin she had. The stress was enough to entice her to get up to some mischief instead. So, she stopped in her tracks, turned to the tavern and by fate, there was someone leaning against the wall.
And of course, when you're leaning against the wall trying to get some sun, there are people that notice you and wonder what you're up to. On the flipside, if they're muttering to themselves, you can generally pick up what it is they're hearing. Someone remarking about how they're getting younger. Wait, does this place have anti-aging properties? Though the question might have been whether it had aging properties after all. At first he would've dismissed it as someone being pulled from an earlier time, but, well, the way it was worded, he was wondering if they came here older and were getting younger. That'd be nice... to an extent. His hands reached up, tugging a bit at his eyes. He'd quite like to get rid of some of the wrinkles that had appeared. Though admittedly that'd been more a result of stress than anything. Biologically he was... about twenty-six, if he had it right.
An eye opened, beholding a younger girl with strawberry hair. Huh, that hair color. Admittedly it was a rare one. Even in his world, where vibrant shades of green were entirely possible, as Seyka could attest, he'd only known of one person that had that color naturally. He thought. Despite his many run ins with Lightning when she'd been stuck in his world, he'd never really the chance to ask. The process usually had been their paths crossing as one or the other was in the middle of an ongoing shitstorm, fighting it out together, and then going their separate ways. By the time they actually had an opportunity to sit down, she was being whisked away by some other force to go fight her own battles, remarking that she probably wouldn't have remembered any of it. A pity, she had really enjoyed their world. Maybe if she ever showed up here, he could find some way to jog those memories.
She was staring at him. Maybe she needed something done? That was how it was a lot of the time. You looked like an adventurer, people would normally be willing to pay you for something like that. It was... nice, here. Here, he was just another one trying to get by. No world to save, no heroics required. Just another face in the crowd for a job. He blinked a couple times, a couple out of sync before fully coming to. "Yes?" He asked politely. Unless she just wanted to watch him for some reason. ... He didn't look that weird, did he? No, of course not. Did he?
