the clouds parted, and the warmth of the sun brought the question --
Characters: X (kickasspacifist) and OPEN. Come bother him!
Setting/Location: A convenient hilltop on the outskirts of the main district.
Date & Time: Day 0, sunset, shortly before the caravan rolls in.
Warnings: None yet!
Summary: Enjoying the view, thinking deep thoughts.
He'd spent most of the day on his feet, exploring the town, looking for information, and just trying to get over the complete strangeness of the situation, but as the sun began to go down, X found himself sitting atop a hill at the edge of the main district, taking in the view. His helmet was off, sitting in the grass next to him as the breeze ruffled his hair.
It was an amazing view facing away from the town. Not even in terms of landmarks -- because there wasn't really anything that stood out. But the land was green and natural and alive, and X could name precious few places in his own home that could say the same, not since the disastrous colony drop during the Fifth Maverick Uprising.
And it was so much more peaceful here. He'd had a definite sense of unease since his arrival, but there wasn't really anything about the place itself that he could point to -- it was just his own circumstances, the fact that he shouldn't be here and yet he was. But Sleepywoods itself was just a quiet village, with happy people, without border patrols or alarm sirens or that nagging feeling that any moment, something was going to happen and shatter that peace again.
He should be more worried -- and he was, really; he had to get home, because there was no telling what was going to happen in his absence (and even if things stayed mostly quiet, there was no telling what kind of trouble Zero might cause tearing the region up trying to find him). He was worried about everyone else here, and everyone they'd left, and he was worried about whether they really had such a great chance of getting home in the first place...but still, even with all that on his mind, he couldn't help but feel glad he had the chance to see this.
Even as he felt a quiet pang of sadness that once he got home, there wasn't much chance that he'd ever see anything like this again.
Setting/Location: A convenient hilltop on the outskirts of the main district.
Date & Time: Day 0, sunset, shortly before the caravan rolls in.
Warnings: None yet!
Summary: Enjoying the view, thinking deep thoughts.
He'd spent most of the day on his feet, exploring the town, looking for information, and just trying to get over the complete strangeness of the situation, but as the sun began to go down, X found himself sitting atop a hill at the edge of the main district, taking in the view. His helmet was off, sitting in the grass next to him as the breeze ruffled his hair.
It was an amazing view facing away from the town. Not even in terms of landmarks -- because there wasn't really anything that stood out. But the land was green and natural and alive, and X could name precious few places in his own home that could say the same, not since the disastrous colony drop during the Fifth Maverick Uprising.
And it was so much more peaceful here. He'd had a definite sense of unease since his arrival, but there wasn't really anything about the place itself that he could point to -- it was just his own circumstances, the fact that he shouldn't be here and yet he was. But Sleepywoods itself was just a quiet village, with happy people, without border patrols or alarm sirens or that nagging feeling that any moment, something was going to happen and shatter that peace again.
He should be more worried -- and he was, really; he had to get home, because there was no telling what was going to happen in his absence (and even if things stayed mostly quiet, there was no telling what kind of trouble Zero might cause tearing the region up trying to find him). He was worried about everyone else here, and everyone they'd left, and he was worried about whether they really had such a great chance of getting home in the first place...but still, even with all that on his mind, he couldn't help but feel glad he had the chance to see this.
Even as he felt a quiet pang of sadness that once he got home, there wasn't much chance that he'd ever see anything like this again.