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Post by Young Claire on Mar 30, 2021 21:22:44 GMT -6
Thinking of you, wherever you are I've returned from memories past, reborn anew
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Claire raised her left eyebrow pensively, upon mention of her assumption. She wasn't much one for coincidence, chance or so forth, so she'd always make the logical assumption when possible. Needless to say, this man had her attention, perhaps now more than ever with such an opening remark. She wanted to be angry or at the very least, annoyed but she didn't have it in her. After all, she knew it was reckless and while she'd like to say it was strictly for Serah's sake... That'd be a lie. Claire, didn't want to be a damsel, the thought of being so helpless and alone, it frightened her. Trying to do her best for Serah, just helped her to cope briefly, especially given the way she was dressed at the moment. It's not like she expected to be...wherever this was, earlier in the day. Nor did she feel like apologizing for being fashionable in this moment, given her circumstances.
Still, she found herself reluctantly smiling a bit when Caius mentioned he hadn't seen anyone matching Serah's description. It was a relief in some ways, as it meant that what she heard from Mog was true. Well, heard and saw more so... On the other hand, it meant she had to believe the impossible wholeheartedly. Serah, in this world at least, wasn't the loveable preteen she'd been looking out for. She was all grown up and more than reliable. Maybe it was a little selfish of her to want to cling onto something to 'protect', even if it was more so to avoid her own feelings. On the other hand, she now looked very remorseful, as well as a touch confused.
"Mr. Caius then, if you're not part of the official patrol and you're not getting paid... Are you really out here, playing hero?" she had to ask, it was the burning question on her mind for the moment.
"I don't mean to offend..." she spoke rather softly, eyes averting his gaze for a moment. "It's just a bit hard to believe. All of this is..." she continued before biting her bottom lip. Where would Claire begin? Well, she had his attention so she might as well just come clean with what was bothering her.
"I woke up some time ago in the morning, being tended to by a Moogle in a cabin not far from here. You...were right, I was trying to protect the that Cabin but... mostly, I didn't want to feel like a damsel in distress. I'm not even sure where this...is. The names you mentioned, I don't know any of them. That and my sister... I guess I have to accept that wherever this is, she's not the little girl I saw before I woke up. She's an adult and by putting myself in danger like that, I've just made unnecessary trouble for her, as well as Mog." that was as good a confession as any.
Turning on her heel for a moment, she looked out in the direction of Provo. Her expression crestfallen, as she tilted her head downwards a bit. "I guess I should go stay put and wait for her return, I don't want to be a burden..."
Post by Young Claire on Mar 1, 2021 21:34:49 GMT -6
Thinking of you, wherever you are I've returned from memories past, reborn from times past
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Some truths had to be faced head on, huh? Claire... wasn't ready for this. She saw an older woman, early twenties give or take. She... looked like, a grown up Serah, somewhat? There was a frown on her face, followed by an eerie silence. The conversation ensuing was vital, so why interrupt the Moogle? When it was finished, true enough, Mog did what he could.
"That's really her? It's... hard to believe." she confessed, in fact she couldn't believe it but there was something nagging her more. "She asked why her sister was a child? I guess to an adult, I would be... I'm fifteen, for the record." she frowned, trying to process everything, slowly.
Claire got the impression that her 'older' sister, believed she shrunk or reverted in age, rather. So then, that must be a Serah from the future. Alternatively, Claire was from the past... Both were correct, given perspective. That certainly changed things and Mog, reassured her that it was Serah. So, she stared at the moogle but not with a glare, just a puzzled expression.
"I was out... a couple of days, in which you want me to believe, that I went from being an adult...to becoming a teenager?" it was logical sure but who would believe that? Claire had no memories of it! She just wanted her kid sister back, none of this...made sense to her.
"I'd like to go out, get an idea of where I am, wherever this even is..." she stated firmly.
Claire, wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer here.
Post by Young Claire on Feb 28, 2021 21:01:16 GMT -6
Thinking of you, wherever you are I've returned from memories past, reborn anew
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Most would say that the actions to follow, were just as planned. Caius' speculation proved true but for Claire, it was how spectacular the plan went off. The swiftness, the fluidity of his motions, the precision; culminating in a demonstration of finesse that left the teen in awe! Well, briefest of awe, why give Caius the satisfaction of her being impressed? He was just doing his job or so Claire reckoned.
"Are the patrols around here always so flashy?" she remarked before approaching the man. He was on his back, catching his breath seemingly. Claire reckoned there must be limits to sustaining that kind of speed and technique. She gently crouched down, keeping her knees together in the process. "I'm...looking for someone, my sister, actually. Has a pre-teen girl of twelve been seen on these roads, heading into town?" Claire wanted to ask him about his moves really but Serah came first. Seeing the man's competency, she was able to loosen up a bit.
Her eyes carefully looking him over, wanting to see if she could solve the mystery on her own. Maybe he utilized a special weapon or an item, perhaps? Her eyebrows briefly scrunched in scrutiny but after her assessment, she wasn't closer to figuring it out on her own. The least she could do, is try to take care of her saviour. Ah, right, as well as remember her manners... "Thanks for that." she began, using her right hand to gesture to where the Bombs once hovered. Being bait was better than being a damsel, in the short term. In the long term though, she'd prefer not to be helpless at all!
"Does it pay well? Patrolling these roads...?" if it did, then maybe this could be a way for her to support Serah and herself? It beat tutoring and would be a bit more stable than Serah and herself cooking and selling food goods. Briefly, she looked about the area, it didn't seem too bad, all things considered. Except the smell from the farmlands... Claire could live with this, likely Serah already was too. That was just the reality she had to accept. Being the one taken care of, instead of providing the care. Her sister was just good like that and more reliable than she wanted to give credit. That's why she loved her, even if she had a penchant for getting into trouble of her own making.
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Post by Young Claire on Jan 31, 2021 6:00:21 GMT -6
Thinking of you, wherever you are I've returned from memories past, reborn anew
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Deep in her thoughts and unconsciously taking in the clean air. Claire had no idea of the imminent danger, floating closer and closer. "I could tutor kids..." she thought in passing, pacing about somewhat as she began to descend from the cabin and towards the cobblestone road. "Serah is pretty good at cooking, if we team up we could sell some goods---" distracted as she was, her eyes caught sight of something alarming. Not one, not two but three Bombs! Her eyes widened in fright as she took a compulsive step back.
"This place has Monsters too!?" surprisingly, her first thought was to Serah. Had she encountered monsters too?! If she ran out of panic, they might give chase. She just needed to back up slowly and think this through, logically. Farmlands wouldn't have monsters prowling about. That'd be bad for the crops and farm animals. The cabin showed no signs of external damage by means of monsters or grassland animals. Just a bit weathered, so this was normally a peaceful region. Serah was probably safe, which meant these Monsters were here due to an accident or maybe provoked.
Well, she couldn't lead them back to the cabin, that was 'home' for the time being. If she tried to lead them onto the main road, who knows maybe there would be some kind of patrol or community watch. Thus, she carefully veered to the side, hoping to catch their attention and keep it focused on her. Just long enough to get to some place more accessible. Besides, running on a dirt path in her shoes? She'd be better off chancing it with the cobblestone. Maybe she could even take them off and hurl them at two of the Bombs. Who said heels couldn't have their use outside of fashion?
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Post by Young Claire on Jan 31, 2021 5:33:15 GMT -6
Thinking of you, wherever you are I've returned from memories past, reborn from times past
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Now this moogle had really done it, for Claire wasn't thinking of a Serah that was an adult. The idea of a little girl her age going off on her own...! Worse, her cute, precious, little sister; was the one who was taking care of her!? Well, she seemed to give a straight dead pan to the fluffy creature. The moogle did seem reliable, so if her little sister had help from it, sure. That begged more questions, to which her right eyebrow raised. Mog as he'd introduced himself, said that she was in an accident. Well, that would make some sense...in theory. After all, she was meeting their Mother, embraced by her and perhaps the emotional stress from the pending responsibility knocked her out?
"I might have taken a real fall after... I'm so sorry, way to screw up before day one." Claire proceeded to rub the back of her head, checking for lumps or anything. Quite frankly, she had a clean bill of health, making it harder to belief Mog. Though judging by his tone and demeanour, which her eyes narrowed in scrutiny. Mog... wasn't lying and Claire prided herself on being an excellent judge of character!
So, while she understood that this was a cabin and allegedly, she was in an accident. Where this cabin was, remained a mystery. As was Serah's whereabouts. Right, that was enough to get into action--- Wait, she needed to gather up some more information first. "I'm feeling fine, yes." she admitted but then she faintly smiled, her expression softening a bit. "Really, I couldn't be healthier. It's Mom I'm worried about now." she'd admit, trying to be brave before closing her eyes.
"Mom said to rely on Serah and if she went to do something, I'm sure you wouldn't have let her go alone, unless it was safe. Right, Mog?" she gave him a mischievous, faux stern look. "Maybe she went to get some food, she's probably not far. The safest thing to do right now, is to wait for her. Have a little faith, not that I have a choice." with that Claire slowly eased out of bed. She was a bit wobbly, not unlike a newborn deer. Though Mog would see that despite this, she was as healthy as she claimed.
"Thanks, Mog." she'd admit before walking about slowly. Once she felt she had her footing, she crossed her arms and decided to gather as much information as possible. "So, where are we, exactly?" that was the first proper question. "How long was I out?" not that it'd relieve her much but some truths just had to be faced head on!
Post by Young Claire on Dec 5, 2020 21:22:37 GMT -6
Thinking of you, wherever you are I've returned from memories past, reborn anew
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Sometime after the morning calamity, it was the afternoon of her awakening in this new world. The Moogle belonged to Serah and promised to let Serah know she was awake, healthy. Followed bya contingency plan of where to find her. In the event that Claire wandered off, she knew she'd only go as far as the nearest city or town. Her mind wasn't entirely at ease, given she had to take Mog's word that Serah was fine. That she'd been taking care of her, what kind of big sister was she? A twelve year old had to do all the work upon being whisked away from their world?! Claire felt...miserable, not even a day of being given responsibility and she'd somehow messed things up.
Granted, her Mother wasn't gone just yet right? Some sort of...magic separated them. At least, that's all she could think of. Her memory was a mess and being kept in this cabin, made her feel like some sort of damsel. "A distressed damsel, perfect..." what an awful start but it could be worse. What if they'd appeared in a dangerous territory? Serah was smart, she wouldn't go too far if it was dangerous... Then again, she was strong too, a bit naive, prone to haphazard circumstances... No, Claire was just worrying and way too much at that. Mother told her to rely on Serah. While she didn't intend to share the burden with her, fate deemed Mother correct. A somber smile played on her lips.
Having stood about, largely walking back and forth inside the cozy cabin for some time. It was time to take a meaningful step in this strange, new world. Inhaling deeply, she'd open the door of the cabin and step outside. Early, she could pick up on the scent of farmlands amidst the oak and grass. Once she stepped outside, her senses were assaulted with it. "Successful farmlands aren't too far from a town or city." Claire speculated aloud now. She presumed to be alone, so she'd felt more comfortable voicing her thoughts. She walked about the perimeter of the cabin slowly. Already, she was regretting her attire a bit. She wasn't wearing the highest of heels but she certainly looked like a city girl. The sleeveless black sweater dress was paired with a white scarf. All because she was expecting friends to join her after her visit to the hospital, so they could work on a project for school.
Well, that was...one less thing to worry about. Now she could see a large cobblestone road out in the distance. Maybe that was the way to the farmlands or to a town. A simple dirt road veered off from it, leading into this simple field with scant trees guarding the cabin. The gentle breeze felt nice along her skin. Shame her nose didn't appreciate the scents carried with it. "Guess I should stay put and wait for Serah. If I've been out for as long as Mog says, then she knows more about this place than I do." Claire murmured before crossing her arms. At least she wasn't vexed anymore, more just perplexed. "What do we do about money now?"
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Post by Young Claire on Dec 5, 2020 20:38:01 GMT -6
Thinking of you, wherever you are I've returned from memories past, reborn from times past
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Warmth interlaced with sadness, as a fleeting moment etched deep within Claire's heart. Tomorrow would be different, when she opened her eyes, it would be different. She'd have to bid farewell to her childhood. So she could be strong, what would Serah do if she saw her big sister cry? The tears she felt streaming down her cheeks, these were for Mother only. Slowly, she'd opened her eyes, blinking as the evening light from the hospital room window shone forth. "It's so bright..." Except, it was too bright, causing Claire to rub her eyes frantically. Her vision was blurry but she could make out a few things. Dark walls seemed rather quaint, the window wasn't so high up and Claire wasn't standing hunched over a bed. "W-what's...going on?" had she fallen asleep in her Mother's arms? It'd be just like her Mother to pull her into that hospital bed.
Only, her mother wasn't beside her, nor was Serah hovering near the bed, likely standing atop some chair or another. "What's...going on?" tilting her head from side to side, it was clear she was in a bed, alone. No wait, not quite alone, a white creature was coming into view as she stirred. A Moogle. "Did I faint? Where am I? Where's my Mother? Where's Serah?" the rest of her sensory inputs soon triggered. This didn't smell anything like a hospital. The air was too fresh, with a hint of farm scents laced with oak? Grass? "The walls, is that...wood? Am I in a cabin?"
Claire was trying not to panic. Eyebrows scrunched, her sea blue irises scanned the room frantically. It seemed like this heroine had been freshly summoned. "I... I'm sure I was in a hospital room but..." Claire could scarcely remember much, particularly what her day had been like prior to the visit. She was beginning to wonder if she fell, hit her head and was in a dream. Only the sheets felt pretty real and rather cozy. The Moogle at her bedside, well she assumed it was her bedside, seemed pretty real too. So, she'd try to sit up, slowly and to her surprise, she did so effortlessly. That would likely make poor Mog confused, the patient was completely recovered and younger too.
