It has been a long time since Tir McDohl arrived in the Dunan Region, and he had not set foot in the Higheast providence since it's absorption into the Republic. He sighed as he walked through the square, taking in the night air and helping himself out with a bit of his provisions. He earned it. Still, the air was chilly, he would need to find a place to stay for the night, as he wrapped his traveling cloak around to keep him warm, as well as conceal his identity. It may have been 20 years, but Tir knows that there are still people who's memories are long enough to remember. And it doesn't help his outfit's on display at Gregminster.
Unlike the former male, Sarah did not come on her own, she did not make it and it was believed she had died so long ago. Her body was sore, fixated on the pain and exhaustion she had gone through to try to make Luc's dream a reality and damn anyone who tried to take it from them. However, this was different, she felt her body soaked with water and she was on a hard, cobbled surface, this was the ruins.
Having been laying there on her side, she opened her eyes and gazed around in the lighted darkness of the town.
What?
Sarah shifted to her hands so she was sitting up,".........Where is this?" She moved her legs underneath her to sit a little more properly.
Some memories are longer than others, and come attached to sharp noses. Catch a familiar scent, and a glimpse of a familiar face to go with it, and follow it for a day - or a fortnight - and what is the harm? Sierra had lived for a long time, and was used to spending her time in such thriftless fashions as stalking old acquaintances along the roads.
But Tir had brought her to another nostalgic place, hadn't he? L'Renouille - Higheast now - was, after all, where her time with the Army of Dunan had come to a close, and thus where she'd made her decision as to how to live from then on. Though it looked very different now from during the war or even the first few years after.
She'd hopped up on edge of the fountain to admire the reflection of the moon in the water, quarry temporarily forgotten, when she first noticed the soaked girl sitting at the edge as more than just another anonymous figure on the streets. Sierra did not pretend (okay, no, she'd pretend) to be an expert on the practices of humans, but she was pretty sure they could
( ... )
How long had Luc been laying there...? It surely wasn't longer than maybe ten minutes, with the violent shaking of the collapsing ruins getting worse by the second. Luc's eyes had been closed as he laid his head in Sarah's lap, feeling her fingers run through his hair, trying to console him. His imminent death had given him time to reflect in those ruins. After all the work he did - the tens of thousands of people who died because of him, the wars caused and ended for his goal, the Faustian bargain with Yuber, causing Sarah to violate her own morals - had been entirely for nothing. He could still feel the True Wind Rune ensconced in his soul. He could still see the fate of the world as clear as day in his mind, the memories of the True Wind Rune of what the world was to become under Hikusaak. He could still
( ... )
Snowe, as always, had an unlucky streak thanks to whatever powers that were above him. Unlike some of the others, he felt like he was suffocating for a minute as he jerked up like a zombie from the pool of water. Without thinking, he jumped up because he felt like he was drowning and he jerked over towards the closest thing to lean on. His body fell over it so he hung there like a drunkard, while the water spilled off of him and the other half of him was soaked completely through.
Why did this happen to him, did someone play a joke on him? Why was it always him? Sigh
After sitting there and gaining his disposition, he saw the woman and man who looked similar to Lazlo, well, two of them did and the woman with the white hair. Snowe's light blue eyes looked at her first through his white-blode hair smoothed over his face and hiding part of his attractive face.
"What's going on?" Snowe said loud enough for someone to hear him.
Sarah was lurched over while she tried to gain her sense of self and rather not wanting to feel humiliated for looking like a wet rat. All of her white-blonde hair was smoothed away from her face so she could see the woman that was near her, sounded almost offended at her position. Sarah's expression was exclusively blank as smiles, frowns and other emotions were made for Luc's presence or to make a bold statement. Moving her right hand over her face to wipe off the water, she shook her head,"...I'm not sure to be h
( ... )
"Blinking Rune accident?" Sierra chuckled, her cloudy expression giving way to amusement. "How unlucky. You're in Higheast now."
She looked over at the other two who had followed her. "Are they friends of..."
She blinked. No, she knew one face, at least. "Luc!?" And there went that (relatively) good mood of hers. "What the hell are you doing here?"
And by 'here' she meant 'alive.' Though Sarah's response seemed to answer her question. So she was that sorcerer of his... and they'd been rescued from that last battle, only to appear here and now?
Luc slowly regained his composure, but responded to Sierra's outburst by glaring at her. "It seems that fate couldn't kill me," he said in between coughs. "I'm sorry if that... *cough*... disappoints you."
His entire body was pulsing with pain. Both from the fact that only an hour ago, he had pushed his body to the breaking point by becoming the Wind Incarnate, and from nearly drowning. That quick duel with Sasarai didn't help, either, even though he was the decisive victor.
If Luc was going to live, he could really use about an 18 hour nap.
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Having been laying there on her side, she opened her eyes and gazed around in the lighted darkness of the town.
What?
Sarah shifted to her hands so she was sitting up,".........Where is this?" She moved her legs underneath her to sit a little more properly.
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But Tir had brought her to another nostalgic place, hadn't he? L'Renouille - Higheast now - was, after all, where her time with the Army of Dunan had come to a close, and thus where she'd made her decision as to how to live from then on. Though it looked very different now from during the war or even the first few years after.
She'd hopped up on edge of the fountain to admire the reflection of the moon in the water, quarry temporarily forgotten, when she first noticed the soaked girl sitting at the edge as more than just another anonymous figure on the streets. Sierra did not pretend (okay, no, she'd pretend) to be an expert on the practices of humans, but she was pretty sure they could ( ... )
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Why did this happen to him, did someone play a joke on him? Why was it always him? Sigh
After sitting there and gaining his disposition, he saw the woman and man who looked similar to Lazlo, well, two of them did and the woman with the white hair. Snowe's light blue eyes looked at her first through his white-blode hair smoothed over his face and hiding part of his attractive face.
"What's going on?" Snowe said loud enough for someone to hear him.
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She looked over at the other two who had followed her. "Are they friends of..."
She blinked. No, she knew one face, at least. "Luc!?" And there went that (relatively) good mood of hers. "What the hell are you doing here?"
And by 'here' she meant 'alive.' Though Sarah's response seemed to answer her question. So she was that sorcerer of his... and they'd been rescued from that last battle, only to appear here and now?
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His entire body was pulsing with pain. Both from the fact that only an hour ago, he had pushed his body to the breaking point by becoming the Wind Incarnate, and from nearly drowning. That quick duel with Sasarai didn't help, either, even though he was the decisive victor.
If Luc was going to live, he could really use about an 18 hour nap.
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