May. 11th, 2011

[identity profile] waterblade.livejournal.com
[Tidus is really, really, really, really nervous. He's been nervous all day, and it's just fortunate for him that Yuna left earlier that morning and hadn't come back. He wants this to be a surprise. He really, really wants this to be something unexpected, something she can remember for the rest of their lives and tell their grandkids about in fifty years.]

[So Tidus has cooked - not nearly as well or elaborate as her, but it's edible and even kind of good (you pick up a couple tricks in a bachelor household if you want to survive). And, with Marlene's help, he's finishing placing the last of the flowers she fetched for him around the living room, where he's dragged the table and two chairs. Everyone else has been unceremoneously tossed out of the house for the next few hours. Doesn't stop him from being wound up like a top.]


I feel like I'm forgetting something, something really important...
[identity profile] futurefab.livejournal.com
[The back of Lilisette's head had only throbbed more as the white, puffball had started speaking to her. Its words went in one ear and out of the other as she idly listened, its speech familiar but not quite on par with her own world. Speaking of, the last thing she remembered was the tear-streaked face of her tag-team partner and the gaping vortex of Atomos's mouth as it loomed in the sky. Had she accomplished her task? Was she able to fulfill at least part of her promise to Lilith before she was spirited away to this mystery world?]

Hey! [When she looked up to demand answers from the creature, the space around her was empty. An illusion? As a flush of panic and frustration began to snake up her neck, the weight of the communication device registered in her palm, as well as the pamphlet wedged between that and her thumb. Lilisette presses her lips together and huffs. This must be some kind of joke.]

[Stepping back, she observed the vast town that was overlooked by a large castle. At the very least she had landed somewhere that held some semblance to her home, the city vaguely resembling San d'Oria, though it was not Elvaan that passed her in the streets. For once she missed the pompous, pious race that towered over her, but she made it a point to meet every wary gaze thrown her way with a light challenge in her eyes.]


Altana, I pray you've some purpose for this. [Lilisette sighed and rubbed the back of her neck as she grew bored of standing about, looking like a fish out of water. If she was given something that looked, under some stretch of the imagination, like a linkpearl, she supposed she should use it. At that point she had nothing else to lose.]

[Setting the device on a pallet of chopped wood, she furrowed her brows as she fidgeted with the buttons for a moment. After a few tries the light went green, and she stood back with a smile--pleased. Pressing the backs of her lightly curled fists into the small of her back she puffed out her chest a bit and stood back.]


I presume there are others in possession of this device, though I don't dare to hope that any of you are from Vana'diel. [What did she used to do when the met people, before she traveled to the past and became famous? It was awkward--her stomach was in knots. How unlike her.]

Well, if anyone is out there, I suppose you'll make yourselves known. [She turns to the side, the red ruffles that lined the light fabric of the dress she wore swaying in the wind along with her short, red hair and the blue feathers of her hair ornament.] I would also be grateful to know where I am, and where I might go.

[A beat of silence passes before she leans in close to the camera, the golden pendent on her lace choker catching the sunlight along with the star dangling from her earring. It's her mischievous grin, though, that seems most prominent.] Remember--it's rude to keep a lady waiting.
[identity profile] heartofheaven.livejournal.com
[First, a very simple text message:]

Cloud's gone home.

[Tifa leaves it at that. Meanwhile, she has some new arrivals to meet. Zack and Aerith are both due to arrive in Luca, so she's gone out to the docks to find them. She tries to think back to the last time all four of them - Cloud, Zack, Aerith, herself - were present at the same time in Gaia. It had happened but it never seemed to last long. She's started dreading the whole 'explain everything again' encounter. It feels so fruitless.

But it's a beautiful spring day in Luca and even the presence of all the armed guards watching the sea for any nasty visitors can't dampen the atmosphere. Tifa sits down on a crate, enjoying the sea breeze as she waits for the ship to arrive.]


[ooc: action for Zack and Aerith, but I'm open to new threads for anyone else who wants to run into her.]
[identity profile] lordofpotions.livejournal.com
[ Larsa looks as composed as he always does, although perhaps a bit tired. Things were…very hectic, after the Lunar Cry. He's been installed as of late as head of state in Narshe, since Ursula and Ceodore were not available; this was at Regent Cid's request. ]

If I hadn't seen it myself, I don't think I'd have believed that such destruction could come from the moon like that.

However, I have seen great destruction before, and I had not wanted to believe it would come to pass. That was…prevented, in part, though I lament that this could not be.

I am using all the available resources I have been granted access to here in Narshe to aid those that need it. Please, if there is anything that I can do, do not hesitate to let me know. I am not much of a fighter, but I am more than capable of providing aid in other areas. Know that my doors are as open as I can manage.



[ If you are in Narshe and would like action, you will find Larsa - somehow he has managed to once again elude all attempts at an escort following him - simply out in the city, looking around, trying to familiarize himself a bit more than he's had time to do yet. TAKE HIM SIGHT-SEEING if you wish! ]

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