[action]

[cowboy-aloft.livejournal.com]

[Rygdea's sat with his feet up on the table, nursing a bourbon mixer. He's learned his lesson about drinking it straight, although that won't stop him altogether, just teach him to exercise a bit more caution in future.]

So, what is it Cissnei wants to borrow the ship for? I kinda stopped payin' attention halfway through that conversation..

[He scratches the back of his neck with a rueful smile. He's never been very good at business-talk, he's always been more comfortable with following Cid's lead.]

[Voice]

[dragoon-rising.livejournal.com]

[Vague apology is going to be vague, but that's how Kain does these things. He'll leave it public partially as an act of penance, partially because he's still readjusting to these devices and their filters. He isn't even sure that all of these people are here- he's been gone from Gaia for only a couple weeks, but to him it feels much, much longer. Don't worry Zidane, when he realizes you're not here, he'll bother you when you arrive.]

Cecil. Squall. Onion Knight. Bartz. Firion. Zidane. I apologize to all of you, especially.

I should also extend that apology to the other warriors of Cosmos as well.

I'm... sorry.

[He's still recovering, but he can't finish this without offering:]

...and if anyone has need for another fighter, I can be there at once.

[Video] A Place to Go Back To

[princessstealer.livejournal.com]

[The first thing to be seen on the screen is a... tail? That's right, a tail, long and currently waving lazily around with small flicks here and there. What might at first be mistaken for an animal is quickly proved to be sentient when the "mute" is taken off as the moogle starts to zoom up towards the person's head, from behind and to the right.]

What- This isn't home! I was supposed to go home-

KUPO! Your Majesty! Over here!

Your Majesty? What're you-?

Yes! You and Queen Gar-

-Garnet? ...Dagger! Yeah, that's right! Gonna need to get used to that...

[With some help from the moogle, the genome spins around, grinning and holding a curiously shaped orange crystal that might be familiar to a few friends - old and new alike.]

Hey guys!

[And that grin gets even wider as he thrusts the crystal in the air, much like one of his daggers after a fight.]

I'm back!

[Action] Lindblum Theater District

[turks-reno.livejournal.com]

(This will be date/time-tagged to the morning after the fall of the Adamantoise and the rest of the baddies)

[He'd taken refuge after the battle in his warehouse, the lingering smell of saltpeter and sulfur clinging to the walls and anyone in the building.  Sleep had been difficult to come by, but eventually, after hours of listening to the world outside for any sign of growl, snarl, or thud, he succumbed.   When he woke, he took a good look around.  Tseng was at his side - it was hard to tell if he was actually asleep, or just resting his eyes.  Rufus as well.  And anyone else who had decided to take shelter in the locked door of one of the few buildings that hadn't been overcome.  His own fingers were curled around the shaft of his Tower, much as he'd rather be holding onto the two forms so nearby him.

He gave them all another look, quiet for once, and stood shakily, brushing bits of dust and gunpowder from his worn clothes, then headed for the door.  He listened, then carefully unlocked it as silently as he could, slipping outside into the daylight and closing the door behind him as softly as possible.  The scene around him was breathtakingly awful.  Buildings were rubble.  Some were smoking from fires that had sprung up from the damage.  Their manor, what little of it he could see from there, was missing part of its second story, and much of its roof.  And it'd been spared some of the worst damage, too - a few feet to the side of it, the building it shared a yard with was scattered stone and plaster - and nothing more.

This - this place had become his home in the short months he'd been here.  Yes, it wasn't his true home.  But it was something he'd gotten used to.  Something he'd fought to the teeth to defend.  Lindblum had been dealt a horrible blow.  But she was still standing.  She'd been knocked to her knees, but she drew breath even now.]

.... Where to start? ...