Mjrn had noticed the sky as well, and held much the same attitude about it. Another odd phenomenon of Gaia...and as long as it didn't herald another round of violence and trauma, she didn't mind. There were much greater things to worry about than the shade of the sky above her.
Of course, that was until the pink glow overtook everything. She stumbled a bit as the light faded, then peered around in utter confusion. The area around her was not only not where she had been a moment ago, but completely unfamiliar. The various devices, the decor...all was alien.
Upon hearing the voice, she turned and spotted...what was his name? Wait, hadn't he been the man with the questionable magazine? Yet, he seemed harmless enough, and just as confused. "Zanarkand? You know this place? Why are we here?"
Why they were 'here', or where 'here' was, was at the moment unimportant to Faris. The pirate had been enjoying a good old nap-- sleeping off a hangover, really-- when the dreams that danced through 'er head had suddenly been replaced with a brilliant pink color. So quickly, so violently, Faris was pulled from her sound rest by strange voices.
And then, when her eyes opened, she stopped. Blinked. Rubbed blood-shot eyes, and looked around again. "Dear Gods, how much a'that did I drink?" muttered under her breathe. "Don't remember this place at all..."
A glance over at the source of those voices --some punk kid with flipped hair, and what looked like... some strange cross between a rabbit and an exotic dancer. "...I ain't still dreamin,' am I?"
Even though the girls spoke, Tidus didn't hear them. He was already being drawn into the experience, almost as if the past year and a half hadn't happened - he was home, in Zanarkand, where his things and all his friends were, and the sound gradually filtered into his hearing from the screens floating in the air. There was a lot of yelling and what sounded like sports coverage; the message crawl on the bottom of one of them fed the words "Abes pull off miracle win! New superstar emerges!" And a lot of the pictures on those screens were of him.
He started to grin, slowly, his entire face just lighting up as he realized what this was. His first professional game - yeah! Sixteen and the youngest player out there and he'd gone out and kicked their asses! Especially that last shot, taking out the goalie by rebounding the ball off his head-
The whole city loved him now! He'd showed he had his own talent, not like the old man at all
( ... )
Mjrn stared, not knowing what to make of any of this. She wanted to call out to the man, but realized she hadn't learned or remembered his name. All that came to mind was that magazine.
She started forward, then paused to look at the purple-haired man. Her brow furrowed. "I am not quite certain. It is very vivid, for a dream...and rather odd." To say the least. The young viera returned her gaze back to the blond man, puzzled as to his cheering when she could see nothing of his exploits.
Despite being engrossed in...something...he was the only one so far who seemed to know of their location. Therefore, Mjrn stepped forward and tried to get his attention again. "Excuse me...might you be able to tell us what was happened?"
Comments 22
Of course, that was until the pink glow overtook everything. She stumbled a bit as the light faded, then peered around in utter confusion. The area around her was not only not where she had been a moment ago, but completely unfamiliar. The various devices, the decor...all was alien.
Upon hearing the voice, she turned and spotted...what was his name? Wait, hadn't he been the man with the questionable magazine? Yet, he seemed harmless enough, and just as confused. "Zanarkand? You know this place? Why are we here?"
Reply
And then, when her eyes opened, she stopped. Blinked. Rubbed blood-shot eyes, and looked around again. "Dear Gods, how much a'that did I drink?" muttered under her breathe. "Don't remember this place at all..."
A glance over at the source of those voices --some punk kid with flipped hair, and what looked like... some strange cross between a rabbit and an exotic dancer. "...I ain't still dreamin,' am I?"
Reply
He started to grin, slowly, his entire face just lighting up as he realized what this was. His first professional game - yeah! Sixteen and the youngest player out there and he'd gone out and kicked their asses! Especially that last shot, taking out the goalie by rebounding the ball off his head-
The whole city loved him now! He'd showed he had his own talent, not like the old man at all ( ... )
Reply
She started forward, then paused to look at the purple-haired man. Her brow furrowed. "I am not quite certain. It is very vivid, for a dream...and rather odd." To say the least. The young viera returned her gaze back to the blond man, puzzled as to his cheering when she could see nothing of his exploits.
Despite being engrossed in...something...he was the only one so far who seemed to know of their location. Therefore, Mjrn stepped forward and tried to get his attention again. "Excuse me...might you be able to tell us what was happened?"
Reply
Leave a comment