First Fayt | Intro

[faytofthegalaxy]

Who: Everyone and Fayt
Location: The Plaza
Time: Morning
Style: Any
Status: Open

Who and what was he? He wasn’t sure anymore. After the flash of raw emotion, the light, and the destruction, he allowed fatigue to blanket him fully. When he regained consciousness, he passed it all off as a bad dream. He was still vacationing with his parents and

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[meat_gum]

Chie was just browsing around the Plaza, kind of bored as usual, when she noticed an odd person leaning against a lamp pole.

He was soaking wet.

"Hey... You new around here?"

[faytofthegalaxy]

Thankfully it wasn't cold enough to make him stuck to the lamp post. He pushed against the post to raise his head to look at the girl. Well she wasn't greeting him with accusations of having a weapon from the opposing faction.
"..." Think Fayt, think. "I'm...just here for a visit." Maybe she'll buy it.

[meat_gum]

Chie blinked. Blinked. And blinked again. Before starting to laugh. "Ahahaha! Oh, that's a good one." Chie took a second to breathe before shaking her head and grinning sheepishly. "Sorry. There's no way out of here, y'know."

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[faytofthegalaxy]

And congrats Chie, you are making him feel like he is without his pants or something. "What's so fun-"

[dystopiadreams]

Selphie was out exploring (what else?) and was wandering wide-eyed about the Plaza. The place seemed so...dead. But then she caught sight of the person leaning against the pole. He looked sorry, and soaking wet. So he probably just got here. She tip toes over, laying a hand softly on his shoulder.

"Hey..."

[faytofthegalaxy]

At the contact, he jerked away and stumbled backwards. Before falling on his rear to complete his embarrassment, instinct kicked in and he managed to latch on to the pole with one arm.
"Don't sneak up on someone like that." It was obvious from his tone that he was tired and kind of cranky.

[dystopiadreams]

Well, well, wasn't he a cranky camper? Selphie stood back, hand on her hip as she glanced him over. She couldn't help but smile at the blue hair - apparently, that was normal for Vatheon folks.

"Look, you're wet. I can show you a place to get dry, or get a change of clothes."

She beamed brightly at him, stepping closer and offering a hand, "And then someone needs a nap."

[faytofthegalaxy]

He noticed she was looking at his hair. "What? Is something on it?"

He finally let go of the pole to pat at the top of his hair. Nothing new other than it being wet. Fayt listened to her, watching her carefully as she spoke. Obviously not of the Vadeeni, but she could still be in league with them.

"...where are we?" Reluctantly he took her hand. She was alone, and if it came down to it, he can take her.