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Aug 10, 2007 16:34:15 GMT -5
Post by Xenos on Aug 10, 2007 16:34:15 GMT -5
A religious and wealthy city, Bevelle was bustling with people. The women shuffled their children through the streets into shops, lifting fruits and wines to haggle prices, each person just as conservative as the next. Priests seemed to hover slowly by, minding their own business in long, colourful robes.
There seemed, however to be a sort of unease about the town. Something was always there, lingering on their minds: Sin.
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Aug 10, 2007 16:47:31 GMT -5
Post by Xenos on Aug 10, 2007 16:47:31 GMT -5
Tiamat touched down in the square nearby. The dragon seemed to smile at the turmoil it sent them through. Xenos noded to Squall and dismounted. "Tiamat, go." Stay close, but out of sight.... and watch for Bevelle's guardian. The dragon snorted at the order and hoisted herself back into the air.
"Please remain calm. She's just for transportation," he called to the frightened crowd. The townspeople ducked into houses and children hid behind their mothers' long billowing skirts. Xenos blinked at the people, their wardrobe so unlike his own. He must look so out of place.... He sighed. "No choice, then...." Besides, his clothes were so hot now.... All the layers from flight made him feel like a marshmellow.
Xenos ducked into a shop and talked to the keeper. He sold her his winter equipment for hardly anything-- out of fashion was sinply out of fashion-- and bought a long white robe emboidered with silver and purple. On the back was a large ornate symbol. Xenos smiled. "Praise be to Yevon...." He also purchased a large gold obi and slid his chirijiraden into it. As he exited, he carefully adjusted his robe to cover the blackened portions of his chest.
His other clothes he wrapped in with his sword sheath and left with Squall. "Have Tiamat get it if you need her to, but be careful.... people here are paranoid of anything new." With that he left Squall to his own devices. Surely he'd be smart enough to keep out of trouble....
"People of Bevelle!" Xenos heard above the throng.
"Sorceress...." he murmured with a smile and made his way to the voice.
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Nov 1, 2007 16:51:26 GMT -5
Post by andheavenburns on Nov 1, 2007 16:51:26 GMT -5
People here are paranoid of anything new…
Squall gritted his teeth at the unwanted stares and hefted Xenos’ departing gift whilst fighting the reflexive glower.
Paranoid. Right. So of course, landing in the middle of the square on Tiamat was utterly conductive in gaining their immediate and lingering suspicion.
Wonderful.
He loitered for only a while in the square as he wondered what to do; it was too bright, too open here for him. It only served to make him feel strangely cornered. Truth be told, Squall was still a little lost. It was not a feeling he enjoyed.
Be unobtrusive, he thought automatically. Fall back, determine the most prudent course of action to take, and be unobtrusive-… Okay. He was off to a wonderful start then because dropping in on a giant armoured dragon was really unobtrusive. It worked wonders in getting the milling crowd to ignore you.
Not.
Squall liked being stared at about as much as he liked being gutted with a rusty sword. And being gutted with a rusty sword, it should be noted, was still more preferable to Squall who eyed the way Xenos had left and then turned his gaze onto the old bespeckled woman who had paused in her meandering and was currently looking at him with a convoluted mixture of disapproval, disdain and suspicion.
Either that or she had just eaten something really bad…
He narrowed his eyes are her, his gaze somewhere subzero in temperature and she blinked, then huffing something incomprehensible- and offended- under her breath she shuffled along, but not before Squall caught the flicker of surprise.
People not into glaring around here, apparently.
Stay out of trouble, something warned. And all right. No glaring then.
He needed to move. He needed to get to somewhere he could think; preferably somewhere that he could also see Xenos. High ground? Squall cast his eyes around briefly, this place seemed to be made of levels and concluded that attaining such a thing was likely, but locating Xenos was his first priority.
He had been discarded. It irked him. It threatened to pull him out of his well placed indifference.
He had been left behind and all because the Guardian Force had asked him: Where is Rinoa? For a few moments, it had been a name Squall did not recognise. But only for a few. Squall knew Rinoa to be a girl. A girl with dark hair and soft eyes, a girl with a gentle uplifting smile and an infectious laugh. A girl who had once invited him to dance. Rinoa had been a name for an instant, just three syllables. And an instant later it had been a face and a life and a person and what had struck Squall then was that… he did not know.
The answer to Alexander’s question; Squall did not know it. And that a moment before, he had not known Rinoa even existed. His memories of the girl, Rinoa were mostly fuzzy but some struck him so vividly that he knew her to be real and not just a figment of his very befuddled mind.
Rinoa’s name had caused him to freeze. It was highly irrational that a simple name compel him to pause in his tracks. But it had.
It stirred things within him. Things Squall knew to be of no value in a battle. And he had forgotten her. So it was safe to assume she was of no consequence.
Squall had no room for unfounded emotions. So he shoved it aside, forced it back to where he could ignore it and concentrated on the here and now instead. Or at least attempted to.
Xenos had pulled him out of it.
Squall did not know why but that had left a bad taste in his mouth.
Neither could he blame the other for abandoning him here with naught but basic instructions and no information as to what he was planning. Had the situation been reversed and Squall been presented with as unreliable an ally as he had proven himself to be so far. Well… Squall imagined he’d have taken Xenos for a ride on Tiamat, and dropped him off somewhere nice and isolated. From a very high altitude.
No. There was no room for hesitation. No room for weakness.
Squall understood perfectly well why he had been disregarded. It came with being discountable.
This did not mean he would be left behind though. The young man exhaled a soft snort – dropping in on Tiamat had been a wonderful idea, really- and ignoring some of the stares from passers by, melted into one of the smaller streets, following the murmur of the distant crowd and, in a roundabout way, also following Xenos.
Squall had no memory. And what recollections he did have were fuzzy and of things he immediately deemed unreliable because of this. Until something was crystal clear, he reasoned he only had Xenos’ word to go on.
… that was the problem.
So Squall was slowly compiling a plan. It consisted of a few simple instructions. Follow Xenos until you figure out what in Hyne’s name is going on, being one of them. Get your memories back, being another.
It was better than nothing. It was all Squall had.
((Eek! First post. I hope I’ve done this at the right place. @.@; Hey, does Squall have any money? The poor sap…))
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Nov 2, 2007 2:10:04 GMT -5
Post by Alexander THE GIRL on Nov 2, 2007 2:10:04 GMT -5
((You did quite well! Oh, and everyone starts with 1,000 Gil. Although we have yet to open the shops back up, so what you could do with it is limited.
...Hey Aerith, remember that store I used to want to open that we didn't actually need? Would it be okay if I opened it now? I think we might need that now, what with the...well...the total lack of stores.))
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