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Post by Phoenix Dahana on Feb 14, 2012 1:33:12 GMT -5
Participants: Fenrir(Rufus) | Lira (and other canons)
Setting: Final Fantasy VII | slight Crossover with Monster Hunter
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-Lira Stryker
She's too quiet. . .
Except when she's with tourists.
After that she's like a brick wall. . .
That's not right for her age.
They were louder then they thought, but she didn't seem to care. She trotted past them with an arm full of cloth to get to a shop before everything reached a more busy time. The door closed, items were left and she was gone again, down to the shoreline of Mideel. The warm sand was better then company really, tourists were interesting, she liked to hear of the outside world but other then that, everything here was trivial and judgmental. Her guardian had died, and she felt more like an outsider then at home.
The morning went by slowly as usual, no tourists had shown up for a few days on reports of some new monsters around and in the water. While she didn't much care, she had to admit she feared any danger to this island. While it judged her after a few years, it was still a happier place and the only thing she knew anything about. Lost memories were a burden she didn't want anymore despite any consequence.
The only thing she had to look forward to that day was the approach of a single helicopter. she hadn't seen those machines very often but along with a group, she was one of the first to be at the landing sight. While it wasn't entirely fake, it was still slightly forced, a quirked lip to form a smile as the group behind her whispered and watched curiously at the small number of visitors. |
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Post by fenrir on Feb 17, 2012 20:24:44 GMT -5
The dull black dragonfly reflected over the faceted sapphire surface of the sea, the thrumming of the blades made everything else silent.
He held a piece of cardboard in his hand that had the image of a beautiful tropical island. Blue letters advertised the place as the perfect refuge from reality and shelter from the daily routine. His skeptical nature did not allow him to believe the words printed on the piece of cardboard, but deep down wished they were true. The blond teenager tried to mask his excitement as the scenery outside changed from blue to green with many splotches of color between the tropical trees.
The president's son left the vehicle guarded by three turks with their grim uniforms. But right at his side walked a strange kitten that had a bladed tail coming from between her shoulders and appeared to be covered by a hard shell.
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Post by Phoenix Dahana on Feb 27, 2012 21:58:43 GMT -5
-Lira Stryker
Of the numerous greeters, Lira stopped to stare at the odd creature curiously. Only she knew of odd or strange animals and actually enjoyed them, and while the locals didn't show any contempt or dislike, it reminded them of their memoryless girl. It seemed as though he was the only real visitor and a man walked up to the turks, bowing and seeming truly happy as he greeted them to Mideel with the typical speech of how old the place was. while his 'guards' appeared interested, the blue haired young girl strode up beside him, not having to listen to know what he was talking about.
"Sir, I can take over from here..." she spoke after him, calm and again, too mature sounding to be normal for a girl that appeared maybe a year or two younger then the blond male. He nodded, used to it and bid the group well while a few others fawned over their visitors with typical little gifts before they left them alone. running a hand through her hair, Lira exhaled and looked to the turks and probably their contemptible view.
"I've lived here for a little while as a guide for first time visitors..." with a polite, albeit almost fake smile and bow of her head, she continued.
"My name is Lira, and its up to any of you to come along or not... I am merely a guide, visitors may explore on their own..." It was repetitive how often she repeated these lines. Her eyes once again strayed to the kitten like creature momentarily, curious and all before she waited for any of their responses.
The blond kid, she didn't have any opinion until somebody spoke, or was obvious with intentions. Who was she to judge them? She was judged enough. |
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