Dissidia Reunion, Plus 1 Nobody
Who: puppet_paladin, death_dahlia & transient_lion
Where: Route 29
When: A few hours after this. Afternoon of Aug 31, near sunset.
Summary: Squall goes off to meet Cecil, encounters Marluxia and tries to fight off bad memories from his homeworld in the process. Oh and Cecil's catatonic.
Rating: PG? >_>;;;
Log:
A few hours had passed since his last conversation (if it could be called that) with Cecil. Backtracking through Route 29, Squall forced his attention on the task at hand. Ever since he first saw Cecil on his pokegear just a day or so before, memories of what happened before Time Compression had been nagging at him. Just before he went to fight the Conflict, after being "rescued" from that island, it had only been days, maybe even weeks since the Lunar Cry happened and just before that, there was--
Stop thinking about that. She's awake. She's fine. More than fine. She's waiting for me. Back there. In that place. Where we promised. Squall tightened his jaw. And he's nothing like how she was. Back then.
Cecil was awake. He was talking, sort of. He wasn't unconscious or sick. As far as he could tell from what few responses he had with the (much older) Paladin. The brunet didn't know anything about what happened to Cecil but it had to be something. The Cecil he remembered, the one he fought with, was nothing like the older man he was about to meet.
"Could be a trick," he muttered lowly to himself, still unsure and suspicious about this world but he didn't honestly think that was the case. His hesitation in believing that the Warrior, Firion and Zidane weren't who they said they were was fading with the more time he spent in this place. Conversations with Ventus and Suzuki helped convinced him that this place was real, that his allies might be who they were.
If Cecil had appeared the day Squall arrived in this world, then the SeeD would have questioned him, would have second-guessed the other man's identity. But right now, Squall didn't care.
An ally was in trouble and that was all Squall needed to know.
Where: Route 29
When: A few hours after this. Afternoon of Aug 31, near sunset.
Summary: Squall goes off to meet Cecil, encounters Marluxia and tries to fight off bad memories from his homeworld in the process. Oh and Cecil's catatonic.
Rating: PG? >_>;;;
Log:
A few hours had passed since his last conversation (if it could be called that) with Cecil. Backtracking through Route 29, Squall forced his attention on the task at hand. Ever since he first saw Cecil on his pokegear just a day or so before, memories of what happened before Time Compression had been nagging at him. Just before he went to fight the Conflict, after being "rescued" from that island, it had only been days, maybe even weeks since the Lunar Cry happened and just before that, there was--
Stop thinking about that. She's awake. She's fine. More than fine. She's waiting for me. Back there. In that place. Where we promised. Squall tightened his jaw. And he's nothing like how she was. Back then.
Cecil was awake. He was talking, sort of. He wasn't unconscious or sick. As far as he could tell from what few responses he had with the (much older) Paladin. The brunet didn't know anything about what happened to Cecil but it had to be something. The Cecil he remembered, the one he fought with, was nothing like the older man he was about to meet.
"Could be a trick," he muttered lowly to himself, still unsure and suspicious about this world but he didn't honestly think that was the case. His hesitation in believing that the Warrior, Firion and Zidane weren't who they said they were was fading with the more time he spent in this place. Conversations with Ventus and Suzuki helped convinced him that this place was real, that his allies might be who they were.
If Cecil had appeared the day Squall arrived in this world, then the SeeD would have questioned him, would have second-guessed the other man's identity. But right now, Squall didn't care.
An ally was in trouble and that was all Squall needed to know.