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Title: The Sandsea
Characters: keepfocused and OPEN.
When: Early evening.
Where: Like the title says!
Warnings: Possible spoilers for FFXIII.
Summary: Vanille has a drink or two, and tries to gather information.
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The glass of mahdu she'd been served, apparently imported from some far off place by the name of Bhujerba, was a little more heady than the wines of Oerba that she was used to, but Vanille was coping. The important part was to keep herself steady, to not act as if the bizarre forms that people took on were anything new to her, even if they almost seemed like monsters. Having woken up in a strange, new world before, she knew better than to ask too many questions, to draw attention to herself; she simply stood at the bar, doing her best to pick up on snippets of conversation, but not really understanding a great deal of what was said.
The bustle of the city reminded her a little of Cocoon, which was enough to make her ill at ease, but the warm, sandy atmosphere did something to calm her nerves. Fang, too, was around somewhere, so she at least didn't have to worry about being without her. With a slight nod, she ordered another drink, if only to have something to keep her hands occupied, and made sure not to cross her fingers in prayer before taking a sip.
Glancing over her shoulder, Vanille looked around, wondering what good being in such a crowded place could really do her.
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Characters: keepfocused and OPEN.
When: Early evening.
Where: Like the title says!
Warnings: Possible spoilers for FFXIII.
Summary: Vanille has a drink or two, and tries to gather information.
*
The glass of mahdu she'd been served, apparently imported from some far off place by the name of Bhujerba, was a little more heady than the wines of Oerba that she was used to, but Vanille was coping. The important part was to keep herself steady, to not act as if the bizarre forms that people took on were anything new to her, even if they almost seemed like monsters. Having woken up in a strange, new world before, she knew better than to ask too many questions, to draw attention to herself; she simply stood at the bar, doing her best to pick up on snippets of conversation, but not really understanding a great deal of what was said.
The bustle of the city reminded her a little of Cocoon, which was enough to make her ill at ease, but the warm, sandy atmosphere did something to calm her nerves. Fang, too, was around somewhere, so she at least didn't have to worry about being without her. With a slight nod, she ordered another drink, if only to have something to keep her hands occupied, and made sure not to cross her fingers in prayer before taking a sip.
Glancing over her shoulder, Vanille looked around, wondering what good being in such a crowded place could really do her.
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