Leon's eyes fluttered open slowly and he groaned. Had he been knocked out again? Keeping back from the main area of combat seemed rather useless when dealing with someone as powerful as the leader of the Ten Wisemen. He sat up, preparing to return to combat as soon as he could...
..hold on. Where was everyone? Why was it suddenly so dark?
He sat up abruptly, glancing down at the sheets over his legs. A bed? Had the battle been won while he was out cold, then? What about Nede? What about Expel? What had happened? He rolled himself half off the bed. Even the clothes he was in were unfamiliar.
"Claude?" he called out cautiously to the empty room. Then louder, "Claude? Rena? Ashton...?" There was no one else with him, and it seemed eerily quiet. If this was a hospital, it wasn't a very comforting one.
He sat back on the edge of the bed, reaching up to scratch an ear idly as he thought. His fingers ran back and forth behind his ear several times before it froze. Not right... He moved his hand more slowly, over the
( ... )
He knew something was terribly wrong from the moment he woke up. For example, the fact that he woke up. It should have taken a great deal of damage to render him outright insensate, and the last thing he recalled was giving a report to Greater Beast on the result of that odd little encounter with Darkstar... not generally the sort of thing that should have brought him to the edge of destruction. That mystery was quickly replaced by a far more urgent one--the way he found himself breathing faster in confusion, and the sensation of sweat trying to escape pores. Oh, he could imitate breathing if he needed, but this was different. This was.... something being pulled inside of him by automatic muscle movements, and the him in question was the center of his consciousness. Sitting up abruptly in what was as close to a panic as he could reach, he realized that the Astral Plane itself seemed distant, an echo from far away. As though he were an invader knocking on the door there, not a native who was merely visiting the physical realm
( ... )
The last thing Ashelia could remember was being shoved rather forcefully into a cramped, bare cell aboard the Leviathan, taunted mercilessly by crude soldiers. Dogs of the Empire were so quickly trained with promise of an occasional pat on the head, came the first bitter thought to mind.
When the princess awoke to darkness, situated on a plain bed that seemed fitting for a prisoner but hardly a princess, little seemed out of the ordinary. A dark, small room... A distinct chill in the air... And yet something didn't feel quite right. A shiver ran down Ashe's spine as she drew in a deep breath; no matter what petty games the Empire sought to play, she would not give them the satisfaction of buckling for even a moment. Her attire seemed to have been altered to dull, grey garments as well, which left her furious to think that any of those men could've laid their hands on her while she was sleeping
( ... )
Compared to the cots tucked in the belly of the Strahl, the bed Balthier was in was quite comfortable and roomy. It was the first thing that tipped him off, followed by the absence of the familiar smell of oil and engines that permeated the ship and sometimes even his clothes. At first he blamed it on that moment of confusion that came after you spent the night somewhere unfamiliar, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember why he wouldn’t be on the Strahl. That night, of all nights, he should have been sleeping there. He had just been reunited with the only place he had called home in a very long time, and he remembered how the cramped bed had never seemed more welcoming. Vaan and Penelo had taken very good care of it
( ... )
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..hold on. Where was everyone? Why was it suddenly so dark?
He sat up abruptly, glancing down at the sheets over his legs. A bed? Had the battle been won while he was out cold, then? What about Nede? What about Expel? What had happened? He rolled himself half off the bed. Even the clothes he was in were unfamiliar.
"Claude?" he called out cautiously to the empty room. Then louder, "Claude? Rena? Ashton...?" There was no one else with him, and it seemed eerily quiet. If this was a hospital, it wasn't a very comforting one.
He sat back on the edge of the bed, reaching up to scratch an ear idly as he thought. His fingers ran back and forth behind his ear several times before it froze. Not right... He moved his hand more slowly, over the ( ... )
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