Characters: Auron, Edgar, and Yuffie Progress: Ongoing Summary: Old!Memoria Location: Limbo Memoria Date: The day the sky turned pink aka 11 March Warnings: Violence, possible language, badassery, TBA
Edgar had been back in Figaro for all of two days - and now, wherever he was wasn't anywhere he recognized even peripherally. The style of architecture was completely unfamiliar, matching nothing he could recollect from any of the cities he'd seen on Gaia or pictures over the Sky Phones. The air was dead silent, which made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Had he been world-swapped again? If he had, wouldn't there be somebody around? Anyone? Then-
Spotting something out of the corner of his eye, Edgar spun, cape flaring behind him as he instinctively reached for a crossbow he wasn't carrying - and then was very thankful he hadn't actually been able to pull one as he saw the other person he recognized. "Yuffie! Are you all right? Do you know where this is?"
Even as he moved to her, though, he spotted another person behind her, a man a little older than him whom he recognized a little from the networks. "Sir, is this somewhere you know?"
She had gotten up early, like she did most days, to meditate. A clear mind started off a better day, right? But when the pink light enveloped the sky, and the fact that she had been transported to somewhere she didn't know, it put a dampen on her day.
The princess stood there for a moment, mouth agape, before she heard Edgar's voice and spun around.
"Hey!" Knowing that being in a group was better for this situation, Yuffie jogged the short distance over to Figaro's King. "Got no idea where this is..."
Auron's stance had relaxed and he had crossed his arms. He was far too used to being scolded by the trainers for being such a reckless brute in battle, or so they said, to be affected now. He simply nodded and held his tongue momentarily as they began to walk away and call each young man individually. He did not show it, in fact, he looked nonchalant, but he was excited and anxious.
When his name was called, Auron stood out of the line and respectfully approached another balding officer. In his hands now was a rifle he could finally call his own. The officer stepped back and Auron began to aim with his rifle. He'd preferred swords but he could not argue with the formalities of being a Warrior Monk. In any case, he knew his way around a rifle well enough.
"Neither do I..." And the third member of their group was... seemingly unavailable. With no response forthcoming from the older man, Edgar focused on him, not sure whether he was the cause of this or simply caught up in something against his will. Despite having recently been injured, he was slowly moving his body between Yuffie and Auron, ready to protect her if something should happen, despite not having his spear
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Spotting something out of the corner of his eye, Edgar spun, cape flaring behind him as he instinctively reached for a crossbow he wasn't carrying - and then was very thankful he hadn't actually been able to pull one as he saw the other person he recognized. "Yuffie! Are you all right? Do you know where this is?"
Even as he moved to her, though, he spotted another person behind her, a man a little older than him whom he recognized a little from the networks. "Sir, is this somewhere you know?"
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She had gotten up early, like she did most days, to meditate. A clear mind started off a better day, right? But when the pink light enveloped the sky, and the fact that she had been transported to somewhere she didn't know, it put a dampen on her day.
The princess stood there for a moment, mouth agape, before she heard Edgar's voice and spun around.
"Hey!" Knowing that being in a group was better for this situation, Yuffie jogged the short distance over to Figaro's King. "Got no idea where this is..."
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When his name was called, Auron stood out of the line and respectfully approached another balding officer. In his hands now was a rifle he could finally call his own. The officer stepped back and Auron began to aim with his rifle. He'd preferred swords but he could not argue with the formalities of being a Warrior Monk. In any case, he knew his way around a rifle well enough.
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