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You're attitude and angst seem to have gone... [OPEN/IN PROG]

Feb 28, 2009 01:52

WHO: Aly 'Lorin' Cooper, Nightwing, Yuna & the Forest Church refuges [please be adding your character's tags!]
WHAT: A rallying of individuals.
WHERE: The Forest Church
WHEN: Day 338 / Early on the 3rd day after the waters hit.

( Another self-serving sermon. )

place - forest church, ! side plot, Ω nightwing/dick grayson, Ω alianne "aly" cooper, !open, larsa ferrinas solidor, Ω yuna, seymour

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Initially closed to FFXII Crew solidor_heir February 28 2009, 10:50:42 UTC

A call to Sanctuary that would be foolish if ignored. The moment he heard the man's booming voice, Larsa grabbed Penelo by the wrist and yanked Vaan by the arm.
"Let's go!"

And so they swam and waded as best they could, trying not to think of the floating still bodies. The town trickled into the forest and the Church held Her arms open to them all.

Literally.

The trees swayed, leaves rustling and chattering in their own language.
"It's like Eruyt village..." Larsa whispered, the Church quiet with a certain soothing atmosphere. "They're like...people."

As soon as the words left his lips, the vines above curled around his wrist. The boy yelped in surprise as the vine very gently tugged him forward, deeper into the Church and away from the approaching water. The vines soon reached out to Penelo and Vaan, coaxing them with curling fronds and even softly touching them to guide them.

The Church would be their Guardians as well as their Sanctuary.

Specifically for Rippy if she wants in, but open for interested parties cat0in0a0box March 1 2009, 13:04:23 UTC

Schrodinger wasn't the type to dwell and ponder over his actions. He accepted and acted, either in his interest or in the interest of his commanders. Which was why as he followed the path to the Forest Church, the Nazi didn't dwell on the actions he had taken prior to the disaster. The strange not-peace in Rivelata and the restrictions on him were making him soft, that was all. Never mind for now ( ... )

letmesendyou March 2 2009, 00:09:59 UTC

The waterlogged summoness stood by the 'door' of the open Church, her staff in one hand, her other hand gesturing to citizens fleeing into the church.

"Sanctuary!" She called, directing the lost, panicking civilians, "Sanctuary!"

She was one used to being soaked with water, and with floods even, having grown up on an island prone to tidal waves and the beast of the sea, Sin. Her hair whipped in the ominous breeze inland.

"This way, everyone get inside, the trees will protect you!"

As absurd as it sounded, Yuna knew the trees were a haven. She knew because Seymour was communicating with them, and that the trees, much like the people of Spira, and herself, would bend to his words.

knightprodigy March 2 2009, 00:35:43 UTC

That was her. Yuna. And she already seemed to be handling the situation. Good.

"Summoner Yuna?' He called out, walking over. Nightwing wasn't a religious person, he had an educated cynicism towards it, the type that came from having seen so much too young. He much preferred to put his faith in people. And Lulu had told him enough about Yuna for him to place his faith in her ability to guide these people. "We've brought some supplies."

letmesendyou March 2 2009, 16:21:57 UTC

"I am," she answered, lifting her head so her wet hair plastered to her face.

She slid her hair behind her ear, and placed her free hand over her chest to catch her breath.

"Thank goodness," She breathed a small prayer of thanks to Yevon.

Bare, blistered feet padded down the stairways made by roots, and across a puddle. And by across, she actually ghosted the top of the water without sinking; a peculiar little trait that had come in handy when she needed to escape across the flood waters to sanctuary.

"Bring them inside, please. Is there anything I can do for you, sir?"

Jumping in here. >_> Hope that's okay. ttlynotaspy March 2 2009, 22:57:39 UTC

Aly had stopped to direct a person towards the church while they walked, catching up a little while later. She was dressed in black, Prowler's suit and body drenched to the bone. Everything was covered except her eyes, hazel-green gems against a scarcely useful outfit in broad daylight. As much as she was a spy, she had found it irresistible to ignore people who needed help.

She hefted her bag of supplies onto her other shoulder. Thank goodness she was a mage. Things would be harder if she wasn't.

"I'm here. Sorry."