[Closed Roleplay/Eldonsorth]

Nov 09, 2009 01:31

While a mission was still being selected for Celes and Jeice, her partner for the moment, Celes was taking the time to explore and get to know Eldonsorth, as it would seem to be her 'home' from now on. Best she get to know it well. It was also giving her time to think about her meeting over the journals with Sabin, a companion she know knew to be ( Read more... )

[roleplay], celes chere, kefka palazzo, eldonsorth

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warpedmirror November 9 2009, 07:14:02 UTC
Unfortunately for Celes, such a meeting did not appear to be in the cards that day ( ... )

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runicsoldier November 9 2009, 07:51:59 UTC
Celes wandered deeper into the market. She rather hoped Sabin would be able to make it to Eldonsorth soon. The sooner they could actually meet, she hoped, the sooner her memories might start returning more. For both of them ( ... )

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warpedmirror November 9 2009, 08:03:34 UTC
Indeed, it took little trouble at all to find this so-called clown, given that despite the number of people in the marketplace, few were willing to walk anywhere near him. He strode across the square, parting through the crowd with dismissive sneers.

A blonde woman with a sword caught his eye; he stared at her warily for a few moments before something clicked into place in his head. At once, his scowl melted away into a twisted, too-wide grin.

"Well, well, well. Now what have we heeeere?" he cooed, giggling to himself.

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runicsoldier November 9 2009, 08:09:38 UTC
Indeed, it took no time at all for Celes to find this clown either. Apart from the garish make-up and manner of dress, everyone else was giving him a wide berth.

She stopped as soon as she saw him. As soon as he saw her. And for a brief second, the clown was...different. The makeup was gone, the costume replaced by far less outlandish clothing, and he'd gained some weight. She stared up at him in the doorway, wide-eyed and uncertain...

But in an instant the image was gone, and the clown was back to being a clown. They'd seen each other, and she knew this was the clown from her memories. There was an exit to the market just beyond where they'd met. There were too many civilians here to risk a confrontation. She met his gaze as he giggled to himself, and then strode past him, towards the exit.

She knew he would follow. If he was like her, he would have to.

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