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Sep 02, 2009 14:26

Characters: Mjrn (Open to Fran and Jote)
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Mjrn worries about Jote being overdue and goes to search for her.
Location: Alexandria, then somewhere near the Evil Forest
Date: May, 1803
Warnings: TBA

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jote, mjrn, fran

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woodguardian September 2 2009, 20:29:29 UTC

It wasn't so much that she'd run into trouble as it was the simple fact that this world did not agree with her. Jote had finally set out from the Lindblum area, having first been forced to mingle for a short time with the Humes in order to find the correct gate. Armed with a bow and arrows, along with food and a few other essentials, Jote had attempted to cross below the Mist for the second time ( ... )

shatterhearted September 3 2009, 09:04:12 UTC

Fran had been sat on the outskirts of Alexandria, gazing into the distance, lost within her own thoughts. Contrary to popular belief, she and Balthier were not joined at the hip. He was off somewhere in the city doing his own thing, and she had taken a walk to explore, before simply taking time to think and reflect ( ... )

dewdrop_pebbles September 3 2009, 18:52:16 UTC

"Fran!" Surprise and relief were etched on Mjrn's features. She immediately headed toward her sister, her words spoken in a rush. "Jote has not arrived. I am certain she would have, by now. A traveler spoke of seeing her near the Evil Forest, unwell. She must be found...."

She trailed off and paused, with a pleading look. It was doubtless that Mjrn would rush away on her own if need be, but if Jote was in as much need as the traveler implied, then she would need more than her own strength. Somehow, it seemed right that it be the two of them...but she could not do more than ask. It had to be Fran's choice.

shatterhearted September 4 2009, 07:18:59 UTC

Even if Mjrn hadn't looked at her in such a way, Fran would no doubt of helped, but that pleading look was too much. She gave a single nod, reaching for her bow. "She is unwell?" Fran asked, stepping closer to Mjrn. "This Mist?"

The Mist was strange. Different to the Mist of Ivalice, yet similar. "Lead the way." She murmured, not prepared to let her younger sister venture off alone.

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