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"Not that I’m adverse t’ a pretty face lass, but I at least like t’ know th’ names o’ the women who follow me f’ four streets." With a grin born of the devil Faris rose a brow.
She thought she had been at least somewhat unnoticed. ❝I'm Celes Chere. A soldier. Sorry, you seemed to know your way around here.❞
Shrugging, he suddenly became a bit more shy, eyes cast off to the side.
"Hey… I made a promise to you, didn’t I? I don’t back out on my promises. That’s all."
She rolls her eyes lightly at how sudden he changed. Nodding, however, she smiles slightly.
❝Well, thank you. Either way. I didn't grow up with people that kept their promises.❞
Slowly shaking his head, no he had not seen it, it was pleasant at least that she didn’t question his sanity, although after what she had experienced, if indeed the world was falling apart, perhaps someone from another world wasn’t quite so odd, or at least, it wasn’t out of the question. "I have not, I was sent here for some reason, however as of yet I have not discovered what that reason is."
"Would you be able to explain what happened better?" Stepping forward he wasn’t worried about her sword, he kept Gungnir ready but not aggressive, safe over sorry, for even if he didn’t trust quite so easily he also wasn’t going to live on edge, he was confident in his skills should she attack.
She's not sure what to say to the man. Nor does she want to explain what had happened, but he seemed genuine and so she let out a heavy sigh, shifting the weight from one foot to the next. ❝The world was destroyed by magic. A man named Kefka had plans and they somehow went through. Hence the magic in the air.❞
She lets her sword fall to her side as she watched him, taking a step back. She had learned that expect the unexpected and she wasn't one who wanted to get stabbed for standing too close. ❝So who are you? Care to explain that?❞
A wry smirk curled over his features. He wondered how long it had taken her to get up the nerve to say that.
"Comin’ from you, Mizz Chere, that is the utmost compliment. I must say that you, too, are a not unwelcome part of my day."
She really wasn't sure how to bring up how she felt. Even with those words it wasn't quiet correct, however it would do for the time being.
❝I would assume not, seeing as you kept reappearing in my life. Though, half the time I have to say you were a savior of sorts.❞
❝I already had to wear that awful opera gown. I am not wearing this. No. Never. I--- is this a mage hat?❞
❝You do realize that I do appreciate you more now, than I originally had. Right? You've become a constant presence in my life. Not unwanted.❞
Anyone want a starter? I'll be getting to drafts soon.
Eyes glance upwards to the stars above. At the moment, the woman feels inner turmoil over the situation that she has been informed of in her meeting previously. Once again, she is being forced against her will to fight a war that is not of her choosing. Lips pull downward into a frown; even the stars do not offer their comfort. Her attention is pulled away when she hears footsteps approaching. A single brow raises as she tries to make out the figure.
"Who are you?"
❝I was about to ask you the same thing.❞
She hadn't meant to get lost. She hadn't meant to fall into another world, but it seemed that it happened on a regular basis, which she wasn't quite a fan of. Blue eyes fall on the blonde and she straightens her stance a bit. This place was strange. Everyone was dressed funny and she felt very out of place. Somehow she wished she could hide her sword better, but she supposed that it's better seen than not at the moment.
❝I'm Celes Chere. Ex General of the Magitek Soldiers.❞
Watching the woman from on high, Kain wondered about what events had done this to this world, a tower in rubble, magic seething in the air, palpable to the touch, a world so damaged it was almost beyond repair, and yet there was a crew who was working to restore it, and one of them in particular stood out to his eyes, a woman who reminded him of himself in many ways. Mistakes perhaps, or maybe simply dedication. Shaking his head the Dragoon leapt from the hilltop, soaring through the air, watching and waiting for a chance to speak with her alone.
The chance it seemed would come sooner rather then later, splitting off, each going their own ways, it seemed they each had goals of their own, but why was she going to the ocean? Another leap, descending at rapid speeds, not hiding his presence at all lest he be seen as an enemy, he landed heavily on the ground a short distance behind her. "Excuse me." Slowly moving, his voice was deep, but it held no malice, "Might I ask what exactly happened here?"
She doesn't really know what to do at this point. It was like everything was coming to a halt. The world was falling apart at the seems and she didn't even know how to stop it. Eyes flicker towards the sound of feet hitting the ground, blade drawn as she holds it steady towards the man. She wasn't one to just trust people. So, even though his words came off with a good tone, she wasn't easily fooled. Head tilts as she glances around. Was it not obvious what was happening? What had happened.
❝The world is falling to pieces. Have you not witnessed it?❞ Was he not from this world. He certainly wasn't dressed like he was. He looked like a knight, but not like any of hers.
❝The names Celes. Now, will you tell me yours?❞
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Thinking back on that period of his life, he didn’t really have anything resembling “choice.” It was so long ago, and he tried hard not to ruminate on it for all these years… But it did occur to him, now and again, how differently things would have gone had he taken just a slightly different direction. Jidoor wasn’t as far away… When the Empire was marching on Kohlingen, he could have…
Shaking himself out of that train of thought, he smiled softly. “Mmnh, Jidoor, you mean? Yeah… I can’t stand a one of ‘em. A bunch of snotty bigots, if you ask me.”
She shakes her head. She didn't ask, but his opinion was important. She knew of snobs. Hell, she was one at times, but luckily she hadn't been raised as one. Eyebrows knit together as she shifts her gaze towards him, focusing once more. Unfortunately no one could change their past. Anyways, if you're happy with the present then why would you want to?
❝Well then I guess it's a good thing that you didn't go there, huh? Wouldn't want to end up all snob like.❞
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The simplification of his skillset down to a simple “lock pick” amused him. His smile quirked sideways.
"Well… after I, ah… had to leave Kohlingen, I only had two choices. Zozo or Jidoor. Can you see a guy like me fittin’ in, in Jidoor?"
She lets out a small amused laugh. It was possible that at this moment the magitek soldier was picturing a different life for the man.
❝Well, then I'd say you picked the right choice. Strangely enough. That town even gives me the creeps.❞
*laughs* “I do.”
"I lived there for awhile, actually. About a year, when I was sixteen-ish."
She's still unsure about her friend choices, but she won't say it out loud.
❝Why would you want to live there? I understand you're a lock pick...but why?❞
"Well, hell, where’s the fun in that??"
❝The fun is not having wet shoes. Do you remember Zozo?❞
"Rainy season’s startin’. Suppose I oughta mend my boots."
❝Or you could simply not walk through puddles.❞
