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year 5, quarter 3
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Before he ended up in Zephon, it had been around eight years since Oren signed away any semblance of ever having a normal life again when he joined SOLDIER. Oren always heard it pretty regularly how 'once a SOLDIER, always a SOLDIER'. It would be repeated to genuine defectors and current members alike. Even when he defected and started working as a mercenary, people could immediately tell that he was one... They looked at him a certain way. Many distrusted him even when he made it clear that he wasn't with Shinra anymore. It was even a company secret in Shinra that the process SOLDIERs undergo to be empowered by Mako apparently shortened their lives. By how much, they didn't even seem to know for certain... The only time he ever saw any remote evidence to that claim was what happened to Genesis and Angeal around four or five years ago (from his perspective). Oren still felt physically fine despite the initial rough start he had in Zephon. Mentally was another story entirely, though...[break][break]
The implications of being transported to another world in the moment he was supposed to die didn't sit right with Oren. It still didn't even months later. It wasn't even like he was reincarnated. He was fully preserved as he was and even 'cleaned up' for his arrival. All of the wounds he had the moment he died were gone. His clothes magically mended. All of his gear and materia were still with him and worked fine despite the new scenery. His enhanced body remained as is. Yet... It just raised several questions... Was everything he had done up to that moment in his life even... Valid? Oren already started questioning his purpose when he began to have his doubts about Shinra and eventually realized that there really was no honor to be had in SOLDIER... Yet when he finally started to find a new place for himself turning Shinra's own 'blessing' against them as a member of Avalanche... It all literally came crashing down. Now here he was with nothing again... And who is to say it won't happen again even if he tried to make friends with everyone and build up something new? Would he only truly die if he managed to live a full life? However long that was for a SOLDIER...? Oren wasn't sure he could even cope with the pain he'd feel. He already has barely kept himself together as is.[break][break]
What was the point of him even bothering with other people? Of any of this now? There didn't even seem to be a real point to him being summoned to Zephon either... He just poofed in and was basically left to his own devices like some cruel joke. Yet, despite all of this, he didn't necessarily want to find out the 'easy way' if he was right about that. Dying wasn't fun once. He didn't want to die again... Damned survival instincts. Thus, he continued his mercenary and freelance work. Maybe he just wanted someone to prove him wrong about all of this... Yet he was afraid to try and track down anyone he knew or interact with other 'Outlanders' beyond professional formality... All of these thoughts decided they wanted to torment him anew today.[break][break]
Today...[break][break]
Today was just another day of looking for work. Business was slow too. Oren had been asking around as he often did and pitching his various 'skills', but nobody seemed to be in much need of help with anything... Oren grumbled to himself. He hated having off days because, as had started happening, he was already being plagued by his own thoughts... Maybe he'll take a break and get back to it... Perhaps it was time to look elsewhere for jobs? Provo usually always had people looking for help to a point where they had an entire, very creatively named avenue dedicated to it... And he dared not approach Sonora unless he was forced to. That sordid place reminded him too much of Midgar from what he heard about it...[break][break]
Well. These current thoughts are better than the usual that had been plaguing him during his search. For now, Oren gave up on the search for work and went to a local café he often frequented. If there was one thing he appreciated about this world, it was that coffee still existed in it... He had developed a bit of a habit that often annoyed Shinra back in the day. It kept him more alert and, more importantly, made him feel more focused. With a lot of cream and sugar added in, it was one of the few pleasures he still indulged in... Oren got a seat in the corner, got his usual order, and the hot mug was presented to him in a timely manner. Oren slumped back in his seat against the wall of the café and sighed. He heard a few whispers from other patrons who seemed to recognize him as 'that weird eyed merc'.[break][break]
Oren just stayed in his own little world for now even though being called that normally annoyed him...
One minute, he had been (accidentally) snoozing beneath a large elm, the gentle breeze ruffling his fluffed hair. Though dozing, he could sense the familiarities around him. He sensed no dangers about, as Old Sharlayan was particularly safe and sound. The soft lull of the nearby ocean, the turning of pages from the Studium; it was easy to drift off and away. But in an instant, it was gone. As his senses came to, he quickly realized that the sounds he heard were not that of Old Sharlayan. He did hear gulls in the distance; he did hear the gentle breeze through the leaves above him. But this was not his home.[break][break]
G'raha gently closed his book and slowly rolled his shoulders, warming his muscles before coming to stand. His feline ears twitched, curiosity plaguing him more than the thought of danger. He had been thrust into a situation like this before, and he had made it through a grand adventure... What was one more?[break][break]
It was apparent to him as he walked along the city streets he had come to, that this world was definitely not his own. What's more, it seemed these citizens were perhaps not used to feline-folk such as himself. He got quite the looks as he curiously peered about, taking note of the area, of the skies with airships and the scent of salt in the air. G'raha tilted his head up and inhaled the many different scents, and admittedly felt a bit overwhelmed. Just where was he? What was this seaside place?[break][break]
Amidst the unfamiliar scents, he could at least discern a comforting one. Wherever he went, it seemed coffee was a common factor. Though he much preferred tea, coffee was a good start to feel something familiar. And then, perhaps he could find out more about where he was from the locals.[break][break]
G'raha stepped through the door to the bustling cafe, and bowed politely to the workers behind the counter. He took a quick glance around before stepping to the counter. "I smell coffee, but might you have tea?" he inquired, his ears swooping down to appear more docile. His tail swished lazily behind him, and he heard some whispers from those who began to stare. Paying them no mind except a polite smile to offer, he turned back to the barista and took his order of tea. G'raha pat the small adventuring pouch at his waist and took a few gold coins from it, tilting his head with a grin. "I hope you can accept this as payment?" He set the gil upon the counter and turned with his warm little treat, eyeing the empty tables. He settled himself into a space near the back wall, a good vantage point to study and watch the patrons and the comings and goings of what was happening, all to get a feel for this new world he was now in.
Oren just uttered before he sipped his coffee again. Someone else had stepped into the cafe. Normally, Oren would not really care, but he started to hear people muttering amongst themselves again over it... Whoever had stepped in was another unusual piece on the board it seemed. Oren glanced up from his coffee towards the new arrival and he quirked an eyebrow... Tea? He was personally never a big fan of... Wait, no, not that. Oren still couldn't deny that befuddlement he felt when he saw people like the red haired... Cat Man? Even with a few months to adjust. Back home, there were very few other sentient species outside of humans and the Cetra, who were also called the 'Ancients'... They didn't actually look any different from 'regular' humans, though. It was a different story for the representatives of the other worlds who have also been dragged into Zephon. There was a lot more variety in the people one could meet amongst them. He didn't quite remember all the details of the different species of people as he hadn't been given much incentive to bother researching any of it currently.[break][break]
It probably would end up being a waste of time anyways knowing his luck...[break][break]
Interestingly, the newcomer put down some coins that didn't look like the native currency of Zephon... Oren would not be surprised if that currency was ALSO called 'gil'. Of all the damned things to be a multiversal constant... It was actually accepted, though, and the cat man got his tea. Hm. Maybe they changed it recently...? Oren remembered having a lot of trouble getting people to accept the money he had on him when he was whisked away to this world with not even so much as some cryptic guidance for why he was even here... Ugh. Oren pinched the bridge of his nose remembering that special epiphany he had when he first arrived here... Whether or not it was actually valid was anyone's guess currently.[break][break]
Of course, while Oren was having a little moment there, he hadn't noticed that the cat man actually took a seat nearby where Oren himself was sitting near the back. Oren glanced around, though it seemed like there wasn't any intention to bother him... People watching then? If he was as new as Oren deduced he was, he especially had no reason to ask anything of Oren... Right?
If Oren had not been anticipating an exchange, then he would surely be disappointed about what was to come next. G'raha continued to sip on his tea, ears twitching forward and back to gather information. It was a lot to soak in at once, and this strategy didn't seem to be working too well. He set his cup down on its saucer and turned to face the closest one in his vicinity.[break][break]
"Say," he spoke calmly at first, to first gain Oren's attention without disrupting him too much. "What is this city called?"[break][break]
It was a long shot, but maybe he was still on Etheirys, just in a part he had never traveled to before. There were many untraveled parts of home that had been locked away due to Garlean control, or just traversing the terrors of the sea.[break][break]
As he waited for an answer, his tail swished behind him, curious and eager to learn.
Well... Oren should have seen this coming. Those who stick out always seem to inevitably converge in this world. Much as Oren tried to avoid it, especially with those who hailed from his own world... Such was the fate of all 'Outlanders' as they all were, somewhat derogatorily, referred to as. G'raha was initially met with silence, but eventually Oren would ever so slightly glance at him... From beneath the shade of his nice little hat that he wore, a blue eye that let off a strange green glow met the peculiar cat-like man.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... So, you really are new to this world. I had a feeling..."
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Oren took a sip of his coffee again before sighing.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Well, get comfortable with the view. Wherever you called home, you're probably never going to see it again... For all we know, even this land may become a distant memory for all of us one day... Welcome to Torensten. We're in a land that they call Zephon. Just one city-state out of a few they have here."
The discomfort at the very idea him being world hopped with no warning was rather obvious even in Oren's borderline monotone delivery. He couldn't deny what seemed to be the new truth to his very existence... And the existence of so many others. Much as it unnerved him, he hadn't been able to gauge if he was alone in his thinking... Even then, did it really matter if he was or not?[break][break]
Oren was a man that not even death could touch now it seemed. Unless his theory found itself proven wrong one day...[break][break]
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... And no. You're likely not going to receive some sort of divine intervention enlightening you as to why you've been summoned to this world. No help. No anything. You're on your own now unless you want to try and track down anyone who might know you... Pointless as that'd probably be..."
There was almost a tinge of sadness and anger in Oren's voice. From his understanding, even people seemingly from the same world might not quite be from the SAME same world... It was hard to comprehend to Oren, but it seemed to be an actuality considering a certain title that multiple 'Outlanders' laid claim to in Zephon... One that G'raha definitely knew.[break][break]
Oren shook his head.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Ugh... What am I doing? Forget about that. I answered your question. Got anything else...?"
Oren would just immediately try to move on from that brief display of vulnerability. Perhaps one day he'd be forced to face what were actually his fears... But he was going to continue ignoring them for now. He'll just do the minimum here and move on with doing what he did best...
