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Post by Sam Ryder on Dec 29, 2021 21:26:34 GMT -6
LOOK OUT, THEY'RE CLOSING IN ON YOU NOW
WAKE UP, OR YOU'LL WAKE UP SIX FEET DOWN
The soft sand of the beach complimented the crystal blue waters that gently lapped at the sand. The sky held not a cloud in sight. In comparison, this felt like Bodhum. Even the salt on the gentle breeze felt the same. But this isn't Bodhum. The people were different. The culture was different. It felt wrong. Yet at the same time, it was satisfying. Perhaps it was because the breath of fresh air reminded the soldier that had this been home, there would be no gentle breeze, only the bars of a jail cell or the adrenaline rush of fighting a war. Given the choices, freedom was nice but it left a lingering bad feeling that there was a job left undone. Even if the hope the military provided was a false one. The longer she spent on the beach, the more foreign the sensation of peace was. With fragments of war surfacing ever instance her eyes closed, peace was a fallacy...a sham. Every time a monster howled and snarled only served as a reminder that there was no such thing as a true peace. While Sam had been lost in her thoughts, her footsteps drew her off the beaten path of the beach to a slightly more wild area. A flicker of a smirk touched her lips as the idea of venturing into somewhere remotely dangerous struck her. Maybe if she was lucky there'd be a monster or two she could hit. Unfortunately at first glance, there wasn't really anything that interesting here either. A soft sigh left her lips as Sam ran a hand through her vivid pink locks. This place and her didn't mix. They were like oil and water. 'Relaxing' wasn't going to happen any time soon. Figuring that she'd gotten all that could be had at the beach, Sam decided it was time to leave and stuck her hands back in her jacket while she walked. "At least Bodhum was more interesting..."
NOTES; lemme know if you need more. muse was annoyed at the fact this was peaceful lol TAG Young Claire made by capt. meows |
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Post by Young Claire on Jan 31, 2022 22:25:09 GMT -6
Thinking of you, wherever you are
I've returned from memories past, reborn from times past
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Claire had heard the stories about the Pale Coast in her time in Torrensten to date. There were quite a bit of hotspots out here but ultimately, you weren't a Hero unless you could brave coming out here. Buying into the hype of her fellow students, what she ended up seeing upon drawing closer to the sandy shores, was nostalgia. It was like Bodhum and that drew a soft gasp and excitement. Rushing along a path from further inland, she'd get close to where the tide soaked the sand. There, she slowly crouched down to place her right hand into the wet sand.
"I wasn't expecting this. It's...like home." Nostalgia soon turned bitter sweet, for until now, Claire hadn't really given earnest thought to home. How could she? Being a teenager of fifteen, the idea of being whisked away to a New World, was like some fantasy from when Serah and her were younger. Except now, Serah wasn't her younger sister and in that way, this wasn't some middle school delusion. Didn't stop it from feeling like that sometimes though.
Carefully, she stood up and decided to scan the coast, walking along the beach just as she had many times. The last thing she had been expecting, was to have a Fated encounter. She saw the pink hair first, though it was darker than the Farron sisters. Taking her in from head to toe, Claire decided to approach her with a casual wave. "Hello, are you here to visit the Hero's Haven resort too?" admittedly, she was more considering to see the Lamias before visiting the resort, hence earning herself the title of Heroine.
Alternatively, she could fight off some monsters and protect the resort. Neither options were ones Mog would be okay with. In fact, he'd have likely attempted to tattle on her to Ms. Farron these days. The thought made her think of Mog as a Teacher's pet, which very much fit. At the very least, he couldn't be held accountable as an accomplice, if he wasn't informed of the real plan. Further, the Gods seemed to have saved him from such dangerous, thanks to finding this near empty beach away from the resort.
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