South Tier

[Alexander THE GIRL]

Alexander sighed heavily as the airship set down. This was far from what he’d been hoping for, but in all reality it was better than he’d expected. Jidoor was a fairly pleasant—if snooty—place where they could get their bearings, and the wealth of the town meant it likely had an abundance of supplies. If he recalled correctly, the sixth realm’s heroes had even found a piece or two of magicite here. Indeed, if they had to lose Xenos, losing him to land in a place brimming with equipment would be the next best thing.

Stepping down from the ladder heavily, Alexander’s weariness asserted itself as he teetered for a moment. Reasserting himself, the white knight braced himself against the airship for a moment until he felt he could walk. This moment was all Setzer needed, it seemed, to talk up a local man and begin walking back to the ship.

The summon offered a defeated smile, and began speaking before being interrupted by Reno, who apparently felt that he was not currently drunk enough to help the forces representing all that was good and right in the world ensure that the sun would indeed rise again. Had he not been so drained, Alexander would have launched into a lecture about the responsibilities of heroes and the proper behavior fitting those who would one day be held by history as representatives of the forces of light, but as it stood all he could do was shake his head, make a sort of annoyed gurgling sound, and repress a desire to suck the magic energies from the impertinent Turk without permission.

[Xenos]

((Xenos, sick of waiting on his companions to exit the city, jumped through the window out into the street. "Come now! I haven't got all day!" He called over his shoulder and through the window. "Take that old biddy and lash her to the saddle! We've got the statesmen on our tails!" With that he took out his flintlock and aimed it to the sky. "This one shot is all we've got against those fops! Hurry up now before I've got to waste this gunpowder on you!" It wasn't long before Xenos's wire team pulled him aloft and he had the menu for his areal combat. If he had anything to say about it, Zidane would never say "too slow" again!))

((Sorry, I'm waiting for class and I thought this would be hella funny to write something and have everyone go, "OH! XENOS POSTED!" Only.... IT'S STILL NOT MY TURN!!! MOVE MOVE MOVE! WE'VE GOT STATESMEN ON OUR TAILS!))

[Auron]

The slumber was short, sweet and bumpy. As it so happened, it meant that they weren't crashing. A bit of turbulence was better than a smooth ride. He woke up in mid-flight, and wondered where the hell they were. He rose, and came out on deck; looking for the armoured being that caught his attention after Bevelle was left in ruin.

His vision recovering from the blurred images he had been seeing, since recovering his consciousness. Looking around; he noticed three fellow's, one with long red hair, wearing an odd looking black and white get-up, a scarred looking man with a long purple coat as well as the blonde, willowy thin man, with the dazzling armour.

As it so happened, it was apparent that they had landed in a seemingly mountainous (OOC: correct me if that's wrong, my memories fuzzy) location, being buffeted by strong winds and a heavy downpour.

The location they had landed in, was not one he was familiar with. But as it were, the people he was onboard with were the same. Not one of them seemed to recognise the Legendary Guardian...so what if they weren't from his world? Could they have been transported from the Fayth's Dream Zanarkand when he and Tidus were?

Then again, one of them didn't look at all like he was from anywhere Tidus, or his fellows know. The redhead looked completely out of place. But, apparently; his stupor was regular enough for Auron to recognise: he'd been drinking something stronger than water. The very idea made Auron reflexively reach for his large hip-flask, and down a swig. The strength of the alcohol was noble, barely distinguishable, now that he was so used to the liqour. But, apparently his dazed state wasn't quite as solid to the drug as he once was. His head spun whimsically, as he walked down to the port.

He walked towards the three others and looked at them each in turn, not recognising any of them. He faced the purple cloaked man, and addressed him.

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

((Sorry Setzer; that was pretty fail of me, wasn't it? I've editted my post, to try and address it. In case you don't notice my edit, I've u2u'ed you...))

[Seltzer Grenadine]

"Just a bit," the captain admitted after a moment, taking the time to gather his wits about him. "Up North," he started, trying hard not to do any more than smile at Alexander's own efforts. "Probably in the Inn. That Xenos fellow strikes me as a little smarter than to take up residence in the biggest house in town." Setzer frowned, brows furrowed in thought as he stepped out into the main plaza. "You know, I could use a stiff drink, myself," he murmured around a sigh, glancing at the livelier-than-usual Inn uptown, "but we haven't much time for that." As it was, if everyone but Owzer hadn't heard them rumbling into town, he would certainly be surprised.

Auron's late arrival gave him a bit of a smile; now there was a poker face if he'd ever seen one. "Welcome to Jidoor, home of the miserably rich," the gambler offered the lot of them, directing his next statement towards Auron, who had asked a question he had heard one too many times since his arrival in this world. "Rescuing the Damsel from the dragon. Are you game? Either way..." He shifted back and regarded Alexander for a moment before shrugging further into his coat, "Hell, am I glad we're not relying on stealth right now." The captain chuckled. He had never fancied himself much of a leader on land, but with his other choices being a clumsy Esper, a half-drunk redhead and the guy who slept through the party (and was likely half-drunk, himself,) whether or not he could afford to be picky was yet to be seen. "Ready, boys?

((EDIT: Changed to reflect Auron's edited post. ))