[Action - Campfire Post I] [Locked to people in Terra]

[nomerevessel.livejournal.com]

[Night has fallen and a small fire flickers in the dark, the only bright thing in a landscape that's utterly black. Terra has no moon and if there are stars, one cannot tell since the sky is shrouded by clouds. Mikoto is sitting cross-legged by the fire, her hands tucked in her lap.

This is a great place to camp, right? It totally is. Let's toast some muffins and have a chat.]

[ooc: Here is your first weekly campfire post! It's completely optional: your character can be tucked up in bed if you like, but this is a good chance to have some interaction that doesn't involve being attacked by dragons. Mikoto is available if you want to ask questions, but please feel free to threadjack and create as many subthreads as you like.]

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[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Mjrn glances over to the girl, growing a bit concerned at her demeanor. There's certainly reason to be pensive, even nervous, but as much as she might be herself, she wishes to alleviate it in others. After a moment, she sits a little closer.]

...are you well?

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[For a moment, there's a wry smile on Mjrn's lips as she nods.]

It is much the same, with me. I mean not to intrude, but perhaps...perhaps troubles shared may ease them for a time. If you wish, that is....

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Mjrn sits nearby, resting her spear on the ground. She stares at her own bowl, but doesn't touch it yet.]

This world...it is quite eerie.

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

...do you believe we may still succeed?

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Mjrn nods, though a tad hesitant.]

Alongside some, I have fought in times past; not many, however. Likewise, I suspect is is the same situation for many...but it is not an insurmountable obstacle. This journey shall give us the experience we need to work together.

I pray it will be enough....

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Mjrn mulls that over in thoughtful silence, then nods.]

We have little choice, no? So much depends on us. We cannot fail those left behind.

[for-cosmos.livejournal.com]

[Once he had finished cleaning his weapons and armor, the Warrior had meant to retire for the night, but Serah's forlorn look catches his eyes. ]

Miss... Serah, was it? Are you well? [Her name had caught his attention as soon as he had heard it, but the girl was unfamiliar.]

[for-cosmos.livejournal.com]

There is nothing wrong. You simply seemed upset by something, and it caught my attention. If you are not offended that I ask, what were you thinking of?

[for-cosmos.livejournal.com]

Do you miss your home, then?

[He takes a seat next to Serah, keeping his eyes on the fire, but listening, if she wants to talk about the things troubling her.]

[for-cosmos.livejournal.com]

I do miss some aspects of the world I found myself in before this, yes, but I have no memory of the place I originally came from.

[He doesn't sound bitter about it, simply wearily accepting. He has memories of comrades and of his Goddess to hold onto, so he isn't completely without memory.]

[for-cosmos.livejournal.com]

None. It is the reason I am called "Warrior of Light"- I cannot even remember my name.

[He looks away from the fire to glance back over to her.] It is nothing of enormous importance, my lack of memory. Tell me, what is your own world like?

[for-cosmos.livejournal.com]

What I am called is of little importance. If you wish, you may call me "Warrior," instead.

What kinds of things did it have that this world does not?