Decades of Denial [Active]

[i_killedmufasa]

Character(s): Scar, open
Content: Scar has found out about St. Destino, thanks to a certain journal post
Setting: By the time it's open, Destiny Islands
Time: ...sometime during the day
Warnings: hopefully none

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[maybeimaleon]

It might not have been the most logical of decisions, given that he wasn't in the least bit sure that the journals would work beyond the gates of the city, but Squall had decided that it was high time he take his explorations elsewhere. After all, he had the more high-traffic areas of the city itself practically memorized and really, there was only so many times you could go visiting the gates before it started to get horribly old.

Besides, he wasn't without his share of curiosity, understated though it was. Getting out through the gates was - as always - a bit of a hassle, but it didn't take too long, and from there it was a simple enough matter to get to where the door was supposed to be. And from there it was a simple matter to push through the door to the 'islands'.

If it weren't for that fact that it weren't real it would have been quite nice, really. But since it wasn't, Squall simply turned his attentions to exploring the islands.

[a_sinful_rose]

With the directions she'd been given, Rozalin left the city to the south-west and headed towards the building that had been described to her. Being the only building out in the fields, it certainly wasn't difficult to find. Before long she'd was stepping onto the sand of Destiny Islands and thoroughly having second thoughts.

Really, what was she doing? Going off on her own like this? She'd resolved to no longer sit around and to actually attempt to find her own way back to Veldime, and possibly even find where Adell had vanished to. Now, however, doubts were starting to well up.

She'd never done anything like this on her own. Rozalin had only ever been with Adell and everyone else doing things like this. Going off on an adventure like this on her own was... well... strange? She wasn't certain it was entirely a good idea now that she was here. Yet, she really didn't want to just keep sitting around. She was tired of waiting for something to happen that might not ever happen, whatever that might even be

[i_killedmufasa]

Two new scents wafted across Scar's nose. They both smelled vaguely like apes, though far more clean. One was a mix of mostly unfamiliar scents, though an undertone of the gas vents in the Elephant Graveyard persisted, and something that almost smelled like a carcass, though nothing of rot. The other reminded him of flowers, though none he'd ever smelled before.

He leaped up to an outcropping of rock, where he looked down upon these two new figures. They were bipeds, and both wore rather dark clothing--but they stood out starkly against the many he'd seen in the city. Perhaps one of them was the female who'd received those directions from the girl. It would be foolish to do anything but observe, for now. Perhaps they would interact, and he could learn more. With luck, what he learned from them would be useful. Though it was best not to get his hopes up.

[maybeimaleon]

It was only thanks the fact that he was making sure to keep an eye out for anything that was possibility that Squall noticed Scar. Admittedly, at this distance he couldn't make out all that much and he'd never seen a lion before (and thus promptly assumed he was a coeurl) but he'd noticed him all the same. But since he didn't seem to be actively aggressive, Squall would simply note the presence and move on.

After all, it was entirely possible that there was something more worth his while here.

[a_sinful_rose]

Rozalin noticed neither Scar nor Squall as she made her way down the beach, a scowl forming on her face as sand was getting in her sandals and her pointy heels dug deep into the sand. In the end, she gave up, and pulled her shoes off. Her stockings were already getting covered in sand anyways.

What an annoying place! Not to mention it was far too bright. If she was to spend a good deal of time here she'd really need a parasol. Not that she had any plans to stay here, however.

A cave in a niche. What kind of description was that, anyways? What exactly would be considered a 'niche'? Her patience growing thin already, she backtracked a bit trying to spot the entrance.