I feel autumn leaving the race
Characters: Firion and OPEN to the Strife Household along with anyone else in Lindblum
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Firion came back and Cloud told him to come home. This also includes that play he happened to spoil~
Location: Lindblum
Date: April
Warnings: None
Before Lindblum, Firion been on a train of some kind. He didn't know what was going on anymore. When he had first arrived in Cocoon, it had been in the city of Bodhum. It was nothing like he had ever seen. The technology was quite advanced and he, unfortunately, stood out like a sore thumb. While he didn't have a gun, it wasn't as though people didn't know what the other weapons he carried were. After that, it had been a constant run to keep away from the Guardian Corps, of which were easily spotted by those glowing shoulder guards. Firion had been mildly successful for the most part.
However, that wasn't what amazed him the most. It was the fact that there were people who were obviously not of Cocoon here. They didn't exactly blend in either, but considering they were not armed, they were not given much notice. Homeless Gaians were here. He thought he even saw a Burmecian (which would have stood out far more than him!). Regardless, most people took no heed of any of them, thinking them bums on the street. But it simply wasn't meant to be, it seemed. There had been some kind of statue in Bodhum that, at first, looked completely harmless. But shortly after a party Bodhum had, there was an announcement that something called a l'Cie had been found.
A Pulse l'Cie. Firion found out that Pulse was the world outside of Cocoon. More specifically, below them. Cocoon was a world just like its name. People of Cocoon regardless Pulse with fear and hatred and anyone who associated themselves with Pulse needed to be Purged. The statue in Bodhum was a Pulse fal'Cie, which had turned someone into a l'Cie and therefore, it meant certain destruction for Cocoon. Firion, because he was in Bodhum as well, was also meant to be Purged.
Everyone in Bodhum was to be Purged, no matter what. Of course, Firion had tried to get out of it, trying to explain that he wasn't even from that world but it garnered more hostility than it really should have. They thought he was from Pulse and didn't understand that there were other worlds besides Pulse and Cocoon. He was subsequently locked up until the Purge was to begin and forced to give up his weapons as he entered the train, wearing the odd outfit that he wore now. The robes ensured that no one could escape, keeping their hands tied. However, it seemed someone else on the train thought the Purge was ridiculous. A woman and her partner caused the train to crash, killing the PSICOM guards and free everyone. Firion had been quick to get his weapons, the same place the woman retrieved hers, before he also jumped off the train. The woman and her partner were nowhere to be found, but another man had found him and the group of Purged instead. He offered them guns and the option to fight for their freedom.
Firion didn't know how to use a gun, so he opted to look after the others for a bit before trying to find his own escape. However, it wasn't meant to be. A blast a rocketed the road he was on, after he had run down to wear the blond man was. The blast sent him flying back, but instead of hitting the ground of the road, he landed on a stage. A startled audience was what he saw next, shocked cries and whispered murmurs echoed next. The actors upon the stage regarded him quietly before coming to help him up. One of them murmured "Damn Sky People. Can't they just show up peacefully?" but Firion ignored them and said his thanks and apologies. That's when the moogles had found him, given him a Sky Phone, and led him out and into the District, where he finally made his announcement. Once he was ordered told to come home, Firion began weaving through the crowd.
[I decided to make this party style because this has the potential to get big. XD So have at thee!]
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Firion came back and Cloud told him to come home. This also includes that play he happened to spoil~
Location: Lindblum
Date: April
Warnings: None
Before Lindblum, Firion been on a train of some kind. He didn't know what was going on anymore. When he had first arrived in Cocoon, it had been in the city of Bodhum. It was nothing like he had ever seen. The technology was quite advanced and he, unfortunately, stood out like a sore thumb. While he didn't have a gun, it wasn't as though people didn't know what the other weapons he carried were. After that, it had been a constant run to keep away from the Guardian Corps, of which were easily spotted by those glowing shoulder guards. Firion had been mildly successful for the most part.
However, that wasn't what amazed him the most. It was the fact that there were people who were obviously not of Cocoon here. They didn't exactly blend in either, but considering they were not armed, they were not given much notice. Homeless Gaians were here. He thought he even saw a Burmecian (which would have stood out far more than him!). Regardless, most people took no heed of any of them, thinking them bums on the street. But it simply wasn't meant to be, it seemed. There had been some kind of statue in Bodhum that, at first, looked completely harmless. But shortly after a party Bodhum had, there was an announcement that something called a l'Cie had been found.
A Pulse l'Cie. Firion found out that Pulse was the world outside of Cocoon. More specifically, below them. Cocoon was a world just like its name. People of Cocoon regardless Pulse with fear and hatred and anyone who associated themselves with Pulse needed to be Purged. The statue in Bodhum was a Pulse fal'Cie, which had turned someone into a l'Cie and therefore, it meant certain destruction for Cocoon. Firion, because he was in Bodhum as well, was also meant to be Purged.
Everyone in Bodhum was to be Purged, no matter what. Of course, Firion had tried to get out of it, trying to explain that he wasn't even from that world but it garnered more hostility than it really should have. They thought he was from Pulse and didn't understand that there were other worlds besides Pulse and Cocoon. He was subsequently locked up until the Purge was to begin and forced to give up his weapons as he entered the train, wearing the odd outfit that he wore now. The robes ensured that no one could escape, keeping their hands tied. However, it seemed someone else on the train thought the Purge was ridiculous. A woman and her partner caused the train to crash, killing the PSICOM guards and free everyone. Firion had been quick to get his weapons, the same place the woman retrieved hers, before he also jumped off the train. The woman and her partner were nowhere to be found, but another man had found him and the group of Purged instead. He offered them guns and the option to fight for their freedom.
Firion didn't know how to use a gun, so he opted to look after the others for a bit before trying to find his own escape. However, it wasn't meant to be. A blast a rocketed the road he was on, after he had run down to wear the blond man was. The blast sent him flying back, but instead of hitting the ground of the road, he landed on a stage. A startled audience was what he saw next, shocked cries and whispered murmurs echoed next. The actors upon the stage regarded him quietly before coming to help him up. One of them murmured "Damn Sky People. Can't they just show up peacefully?" but Firion ignored them and said his thanks and apologies. That's when the moogles had found him, given him a Sky Phone, and led him out and into the District, where he finally made his announcement. Once he was ordered told to come home, Firion began weaving through the crowd.
[I decided to make this party style because this has the potential to get big. XD So have at thee!]