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O’danya Mitnu ([personal profile] paeon) wrote in [community profile] diversified2013-11-20 11:45 pm
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My legs grow tired, tell us: where must we wander? [ closed ]

It was hard to miss when another building appeared from nowhere up in Mor Dhona. It was another Crystal Tower phenomenon, although this one seemed eminently more approachable. As always, the inspection fell to a brave adventurer. Not without any sort of backup of course, but word had spread of how O'danya had managed to befriend the mysterious and beautiful Lightning during her brief sting in Eorzea, which apparently meant she was now an expert on people and places that did not originate in the realm. It was laughable, but she had no qualms at being given another job — and an important one at that.

Her only regret was the urgency that her exploration was placed under, or she would have waited for Alichi'ra to wake up and drag him along. Regardless, she had left him a note and message both at the Carline Canopy and hurried to Mor Dhona through the aetheryte pathways. The Immortal Flames had even managed to spare one of their units to guard her back as she braved the mysterious building first. Had monsters made this place their lair? Was anyone inside? Would they be alive?

She couldn't be sure, but then again, it wasn't her job to know that going in. Bow drawn, she stepped inside.
caladrius: (Why cant I figure it out?)

[personal profile] caladrius 2013-11-21 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Time paradoxes changed anything, did anything, and when they had still been rampant in the world, all Hope could have done was shrug and say "time paradox" and try and keep people out of its way.

However, he'd never heard of a time paradox transplanting an entire building from one place to another, and while there was always a first time for everything, he still couldn't be sure it was a paradox, considering they should all have been eradicated by now, with what Serah and Noel had done. The only conclusion he could come to for now was that that seething mass of dark mist, that energy that had flowed out of the tear in the sky after Serah and Noel returned, was responsible for all of this.

Whatever "this" was. Looking out the window, he didn't know where he was. Earlier, when he'd first taken a look at the outside world, still reeling from the violent shaking of the building (presumably from it being transplanted), he thought he was in another time, Gran Pulse before the war.

But Cocoon was not in the sky, nor on its crystal pillar that would have told him that he was in Gran Pulse during the years he'd spent asleep in his time capsule. He was elsewhere.

And most definitely alone. The security system of the Academy HQ had told him this much. And it told him that there was unauthorized personnel in the building, labeled an unknown, but definitely armed.

He breathed to steady himself, because he needed to concentrate. He knew what to do and he needed to be able to do it and push aside all that hurt he'd gone through just recently. It's like being in Gran Pulse for the first time all over again, but this time, without magic, and without companions.

Hope still had his boomerang though, and kept a hand on it as he moved down to greet his guest. He wasn't going to make the first move, just to see if they were friendly, but he wasn't about to be foolish and go in unprepared either.
caladrius: (I'm losing sleep)

[personal profile] caladrius 2013-11-21 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, it seemed like his visitors had some courtesy in them-- their leader in particular, and that was a relief. But he knew he couldn't relax, not just yet, because the rest of them were nervous, and nervous people (even those cat-like people, those short and squat like toddlers, those with different skin and those tall with long ears and just what kind of world is this?) tended to do rash things.

So at the very least he wanted to come out of his own building intact, not with arrows and blades sticking out everywhere.

"Good morning," he replied, before looking out the windows. "Or is it afternoon? It's day at the very least, am I right?"
caladrius: (I've got to let it out)

[personal profile] caladrius 2013-11-21 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
He tilted his head at the phrasing. He understood it, obviously, it was seven in the morning here, but did this world follow the same kind of system to tell time that Gran Pulse did? He shook it off as something to think or ask about later, because he still had other things to worry about.

Like whether or not there were other people in the building his guests needed to know about (she called him 'guest' though, and he didn't deny it, but he was still protective of his building, as Director, but something in her tone made him wonder if they got enough of people like him).

"There's no one else in here, I've checked, so you only need to deal with me." Like the party's leader, he let go of his boomerang and spread his arms to show he didn't have any tricks in his hands.

Better him than his employees or the military, really. Starting a skirmish over a misunderstanding would have been terrible.
caladrius: (City lights somehow disappear)

[personal profile] caladrius 2013-11-21 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
Hope reached up to take her hand to shake it-- and yes, apparently that indeed was a tail, so clearly the ears weren't just an affectation or some sort of headgear-- but he stopped, his body feeling like it locked up when he heard "Lightning".

"Lightning, you said?" At any other time, he would have been embarrassed at how hoarse his voice was, but all he could think of now was that name. There were so many variables, so many possibilities, but Hope only concentrated on one: this Lightning was the one he'd known.

"As in a woman with pink hair and a gunblade?"
caladrius: (Playing back the scene I come undone)

[personal profile] caladrius 2013-11-21 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
He breathed again, and when did he forget to breathe? But he did, and he ran a hand over his face, before settling it over his forehead as he listened and attempted to parse the information.

"Moon" likely meant one lunar cycle, which meant one month. "Visit" implied that she'd been here for just a little while, but was gone. Disappeared. Like before.

She'd been here before, made her impression on these people, and he had missed her. By an entire month.

"She never visited-- she came from my realm. But I haven't seen her in thirteen years."

And that was painful.
caladrius: (Why cant I figure it out?)

[personal profile] caladrius 2013-11-22 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Sleep? She wouldn't have mentioned that kind of unimportant thing unless... it was the crystal stasis." He was talking more to himself than to her, trying to fit this new knowledge into the cluttered, false memories that he had in his mind. But it corroborated with Serah's claims, and definitely confirmed that Lightning had been with them on Gran Pulse before suddenly disappearing from Serah's sight. Not like what he remembered.

It was something, at least.

But he forced himself to relax, to calm down before he went overboard with his thoughts.

"No, it doesn't... But I have an idea of what's going on with her."
caladrius: (Why cant I figure it out?)

[personal profile] caladrius 2013-11-23 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm unclear of all the details myself."

Because there was only so much that he knew of, that he had gleaned over the years by listening, watching and searching. The Oracle Drive had only given him so much, as did Serah, and for all of his research and work, there were still missing pieces of this puzzle.

"But I'll tell you," he nodded a little in her direction, brushing his hair back and tidying it up, "in a little while. When I understand enough of it myself."