Disgruntled Wet Lions

[requiem_griever]

Characters: requiem_griever and people who wish to poke at him.
Location: The Plaza
Time: Early evening
Style: Your choice
Status: Open

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[hexywitch]

Lily had been shopping in the plaza all afternoon, and was just thinking about heading home for dinner, when a newcomer appeared just a few metres away from her. It startled her, and she jumped back.

But then she realized that it was really quite freezing out, and he'd catch his death in no time, soaked as he was. She fairly ran to him, summoning a towel from home and warming it as she moved.

"Are you all right?" she asked, holding the towel out to him.

[requiem_griever]

He didn't answer at first, just kind of staring at the towel for a few seconds. Unless his eyes were playing tricks on him, that woman just pulled it out of thin air. Squall was no stranger to magic, but not this kind of magic. Finally, he took it and started drying out his hair.

"Fine," he replied, which would be his answer even if he was coughing up a storm. "Uh, thanks."

[hexywitch]

It's no problem. It's usually not so cold here, and I was disoriented enough when I arrived during pleasant weather. I don't mean to startle you, but...

[She mutters a spell that sends a jet of hot air out of the end of her wand.]

Can I help you dry your clothes? Before they completely freeze?

[requiem_griever]

[He was certainly startled, but to his credit, he recovered quickly. As weird as this was getting, he didn't quite like the idea of freezing to death.]

Go right ahead.

[hexywitch]

[She reached out to touch him, moving his arms so she could dry all his clothes properly.]

My name is Lily, by the way. This is Vatheon.

[requiem_griever]

[At this point, he started to wonder if this was a common occurrence. Like it was completely normal for people to just pop up out of nowhere. The fact that she told him the name of this place without him even asking seemed to support that theory.]

Squall.

[He looked around the area. Seemed...fitting, somehow. Finally, he decides to ask.]

Does...this happen often?

[hexywitch]

[Lily continues drying his clothes, making sure he's dry everywhere, because frostbite is no joke.]

Fairly often, yes. Every few weeks or so. I've been here nearly two months now.

[requiem_griever]

[He was certain he looked ridiculous. But ridiculous was better than dead.]

So you're not from here. Where do you come from?

[hexywitch]

[She put the finishing touches on, a warming charm for his clothes.]

You're more interested in where I'm from than where you are? I'm from England. Where are you from?

[requiem_griever]

[He still doesn't really understand what she did, but whatever works.]

I've never heard of England. I was hoping knowing where you were from would help me figure things out. I'm from Balamb Garden.