My legs grow tired, tell us: where must we wander? [ closed ]

[paeon]

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.

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[caladrius]

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.