[open thread]
WHO: Zidane, Asch and Tsuna.
WHAT: Zidane isn't about to stand for this new environment he's been forced into, and is looking for others to join his cause.
WHERE: The docks.
WHEN: Around midday.
Even with the level of optimism Zidane possessed, he really had to admit to himself that no, nobody knew where Gaia was, and no, he wasn't going to be able to just happily hop on a ship bound there any time soon. Left with nothing but the clothes on his back, a pair of his daggers and that useless magic journal he'd been given, he had 'appropriated' enough money to get something to eat - not that they accepted gil as a currency here, anyway - and to stay at an inn overnight, if it came to that.
Hopefully it wouldn't.
The natives here might've been amiable enough from what he'd seen, but he saw no wrong in stealing from a city that had taken him. And any act of rebellion against this place was fine with Zidane, which was why he was currently perched on top of a pile of cargo crates on the docks, tail wrapped around the crate for extra balance, scoping out the area for anyone who wasn't from this world. Surely they'd stick out like sore thumbs amongst all these merchants and traders. If he could gather enough people, perhaps they'd be able to work together to get back to their own worlds.
He narrowed his eyes against the sun, shielding them with a gloved hand. It was a clear and hot day, a cool sea breeze rolling in. Picturesque and peaceful. Darkly, he thought, Just like that queen wants it to be.
WHAT: Zidane isn't about to stand for this new environment he's been forced into, and is looking for others to join his cause.
WHERE: The docks.
WHEN: Around midday.
Even with the level of optimism Zidane possessed, he really had to admit to himself that no, nobody knew where Gaia was, and no, he wasn't going to be able to just happily hop on a ship bound there any time soon. Left with nothing but the clothes on his back, a pair of his daggers and that useless magic journal he'd been given, he had 'appropriated' enough money to get something to eat - not that they accepted gil as a currency here, anyway - and to stay at an inn overnight, if it came to that.
Hopefully it wouldn't.
The natives here might've been amiable enough from what he'd seen, but he saw no wrong in stealing from a city that had taken him. And any act of rebellion against this place was fine with Zidane, which was why he was currently perched on top of a pile of cargo crates on the docks, tail wrapped around the crate for extra balance, scoping out the area for anyone who wasn't from this world. Surely they'd stick out like sore thumbs amongst all these merchants and traders. If he could gather enough people, perhaps they'd be able to work together to get back to their own worlds.
He narrowed his eyes against the sun, shielding them with a gloved hand. It was a clear and hot day, a cool sea breeze rolling in. Picturesque and peaceful. Darkly, he thought, Just like that queen wants it to be.