I'm following in the steps of Orlan the psychic, seeing the world the way I'd like to think he did: one character at a time, one card at a time.
My journey has brought me to the Great Salt Lake, just at the border of Esthar. I'm only here because the soldiers posted here are known for always carrying one particular card. I'm only allowed here because no one knows enough about my actions or intentions to stop me, and the one guy who does doesn't really care to.
"You're insane," he tells me in the nicest way possible. "That, or you're the biggest idiot this side of the Lake."
His name is Sgt. "EZ", and he is the man in charge. While he is no
Our day starts the same way, with your warm hand resting on my back just a little lower past my shoulders. I can hear your soft breathing, the snores that indicate you're still asleep. I've always woken before you.
I push up against you, and your arm slides down to hug me closer. You try to sleep some more, but then my nose bumps at your ear and you grumble at me. "Stop that Leave me alone." All I do is laugh. We both know you're not really angry. And the moment I sit up, I can feel your hand slide up to the back of my head, scratching gently. At last you sit up too, and you sigh, still grumbling and sleepy. But always al
Back home, living under my father's roof and his thumb and his rules, I had never been inside a bar before. Throughout my childhood, alcohol was a distant concept to me, a strange thing that some of the kids in school would pretend to be carrying around in paper bags and not share with others that didn't get the joke. My parents never touched the stuff, and my not touching it either was part of the plan to “raise me right”.When I moved halfway across the country, I realized my new living conditions included a bar. I had to step in there. I had to see for myself this grand place that I had been missing throughout what theoretically
" Dang it MATT!"
"WHAT?"
"Where's that script?"
"I'm working on it!"
"Hurry up! We need it right now!"
"I said I'm working on it! Sheesh "
There was nothing like the ritual pre-lunch shouting match to bring one's mind back down to earth. Already, the events of the convention seemed a little more than a clouded dream
That is, once one overlooked the giant stuffed Pikachu still sitting in Matt's cubicle for no reason other than to annoy and confuse everyone in range. Just as most of us expected, our employer had refused to take it. Its current owner still paid me back so, apart from having a huge yellow distraction
Upon her late arrival at the convention, my sister wanted to see everything: the other cosplayers, the merchandise, the game room there was a game room? , any panels she could possibly sneak in on everything. Unluckily for her, I wasn't ready to get up again just yet. Luckily for her, "Roxas" was more than happy to oblige in my place. With both girls off and about, the remainder of our group split into two without as much as a shift in seating.
I wasn't surprised that "Leon" as he or she remained even now chose to sit with me and our mutual ally, instead of with the other pair that was not as familiar.
They were not friends. Comrades, maybe, but that was more due to them fighting on the same side than any form of actual friendship. They were so very briefly acquainted in the beginning, only seeing each other in fleeting seconds during the full-scale battle they had fought as a single unit against Chaos' forces. Once, before the fighting started, then again during the fight itself. After that, they separated.
They had no real reason afterward to seek each other out: one stuck with the largest group to assemble, one went off on his own. Of course, the groups broke and reformed over and over again, but neither really saw a point
I brought this upon myself.
That's all I keep saying to myself; that's all that I can say. Still, I won't embarrass myself further by denying the fateful truth that I never saw it coming. While I'm at it, I'll also admit that I'm still not ready for this. It's a funny thing with people we're a lot braver and bolder with our actions when they don't come back to haunt us.
I was thirteen once, and while I was still a boy myself, I attempted to teach another how to be a man. I taught him to not take anything at face value, to keep his wits about him always. I taught him to understand and respect any symbol he chose to bear, and I taught hi
One hour. That was how long I had been persuaded to stay when I was first invited or suckered in to participate in this thing called "cosplay"; I just needed to hang with them for one hour, and if I did not like it, I could call it a day.
I checked my watch now and found I had been walking with our small pack for at least two or three hours. Funny I didn't even notice the time pass me by like that.
In those hours, my newest acquaintance had yet to reveal their name, and probably got a kick out of leaving me guessing in their presence. To be fair, they had not asked for my name either, preferring what we had settled for sin
From the very moment I stepped into the convention hall, I knew this was a mistake. Yet, here I was, and with all the time, money and effort that went into the costume, it would have been a waste to not make the most of this. No matter how unnerving the others warned me this was about to get, I could at least try.
I blinked, and suddenly a large uh, homely figure approached me, grinning around a hot dog as he or she waved jovially.
"Hi there!" a pitched voice chirped, answering the question, "I'm Sora!"
"Of course you are," I sent back her way.
"Be nice, Cloud," one of my companions spoke from the side. There was the usual
What he didn't like about them was that they looked more like white pearls than eyes. There was no obvious sign of an iris or a pupil in either shining orb, and that unnerved him, because he knew the beast could see him.
Despite any forewarning to never look the creature in the eyes, it had been continuously attempting to make eye contact with him, moving its head to meet him no matter where he turned. It left him confused, concerned, even a little scared.
The beast would not back down, still staring so intensely at him with those eyes that continued to unnerve him. All he could do, at last, was swallow and try what the adult had advised:
I'm following in the steps of Orlan the psychic, seeing the world the way I'd like to think he did: one character at a time, one card at a time.
My journey has brought me to the Great Salt Lake, just at the border of Esthar. I'm only here because the soldiers posted here are known for always carrying one particular card. I'm only allowed here because no one knows enough about my actions or intentions to stop me, and the one guy who does doesn't really care to.
"You're insane," he tells me in the nicest way possible. "That, or you're the biggest idiot this side of the Lake."
His name is Sgt. "EZ", and he is the man in charge. While he is no
Our day starts the same way, with your warm hand resting on my back just a little lower past my shoulders. I can hear your soft breathing, the snores that indicate you're still asleep. I've always woken before you.
I push up against you, and your arm slides down to hug me closer. You try to sleep some more, but then my nose bumps at your ear and you grumble at me. "Stop that Leave me alone." All I do is laugh. We both know you're not really angry. And the moment I sit up, I can feel your hand slide up to the back of my head, scratching gently. At last you sit up too, and you sigh, still grumbling and sleepy. But always al
Back home, living under my father's roof and his thumb and his rules, I had never been inside a bar before. Throughout my childhood, alcohol was a distant concept to me, a strange thing that some of the kids in school would pretend to be carrying around in paper bags and not share with others that didn't get the joke. My parents never touched the stuff, and my not touching it either was part of the plan to “raise me right”.When I moved halfway across the country, I realized my new living conditions included a bar. I had to step in there. I had to see for myself this grand place that I had been missing throughout what theoretically
" Dang it MATT!"
"WHAT?"
"Where's that script?"
"I'm working on it!"
"Hurry up! We need it right now!"
"I said I'm working on it! Sheesh "
There was nothing like the ritual pre-lunch shouting match to bring one's mind back down to earth. Already, the events of the convention seemed a little more than a clouded dream
That is, once one overlooked the giant stuffed Pikachu still sitting in Matt's cubicle for no reason other than to annoy and confuse everyone in range. Just as most of us expected, our employer had refused to take it. Its current owner still paid me back so, apart from having a huge yellow distraction
Upon her late arrival at the convention, my sister wanted to see everything: the other cosplayers, the merchandise, the game room there was a game room? , any panels she could possibly sneak in on everything. Unluckily for her, I wasn't ready to get up again just yet. Luckily for her, "Roxas" was more than happy to oblige in my place. With both girls off and about, the remainder of our group split into two without as much as a shift in seating.
I wasn't surprised that "Leon" as he or she remained even now chose to sit with me and our mutual ally, instead of with the other pair that was not as familiar.
They were not friends. Comrades, maybe, but that was more due to them fighting on the same side than any form of actual friendship. They were so very briefly acquainted in the beginning, only seeing each other in fleeting seconds during the full-scale battle they had fought as a single unit against Chaos' forces. Once, before the fighting started, then again during the fight itself. After that, they separated.
They had no real reason afterward to seek each other out: one stuck with the largest group to assemble, one went off on his own. Of course, the groups broke and reformed over and over again, but neither really saw a point
I brought this upon myself.
That's all I keep saying to myself; that's all that I can say. Still, I won't embarrass myself further by denying the fateful truth that I never saw it coming. While I'm at it, I'll also admit that I'm still not ready for this. It's a funny thing with people we're a lot braver and bolder with our actions when they don't come back to haunt us.
I was thirteen once, and while I was still a boy myself, I attempted to teach another how to be a man. I taught him to not take anything at face value, to keep his wits about him always. I taught him to understand and respect any symbol he chose to bear, and I taught hi
One hour. That was how long I had been persuaded to stay when I was first invited or suckered in to participate in this thing called "cosplay"; I just needed to hang with them for one hour, and if I did not like it, I could call it a day.
I checked my watch now and found I had been walking with our small pack for at least two or three hours. Funny I didn't even notice the time pass me by like that.
In those hours, my newest acquaintance had yet to reveal their name, and probably got a kick out of leaving me guessing in their presence. To be fair, they had not asked for my name either, preferring what we had settled for sin
From the very moment I stepped into the convention hall, I knew this was a mistake. Yet, here I was, and with all the time, money and effort that went into the costume, it would have been a waste to not make the most of this. No matter how unnerving the others warned me this was about to get, I could at least try.
I blinked, and suddenly a large uh, homely figure approached me, grinning around a hot dog as he or she waved jovially.
"Hi there!" a pitched voice chirped, answering the question, "I'm Sora!"
"Of course you are," I sent back her way.
"Be nice, Cloud," one of my companions spoke from the side. There was the usual
What he didn't like about them was that they looked more like white pearls than eyes. There was no obvious sign of an iris or a pupil in either shining orb, and that unnerved him, because he knew the beast could see him.
Despite any forewarning to never look the creature in the eyes, it had been continuously attempting to make eye contact with him, moving its head to meet him no matter where he turned. It left him confused, concerned, even a little scared.
The beast would not back down, still staring so intensely at him with those eyes that continued to unnerve him. All he could do, at last, was swallow and try what the adult had advised:
I know it's been a while, and you probably don't need any more, but I thought up a few characters. [link] . I'm not sure how to do the proper links, so I hope this will suffice.
Uh... I don't mean to derail you, but could you create your character without specifying if he or she is a Guardian? I'll understand if you have a preference toward Guardian - though maybe as a Fenrir or a different class.
That said, I'm trying to avoid a second Griever character at the moment. It's a heavy part of the plot for why Leon is really the only one of his kind, so to speak.
Okay. Yeah, I don't mind. Although, that does mean back to the drawing board for him...
Don't worry about it, I don't mind a little challenge, and this is most certainly that! But, yeah, I do like the whole Guardian thing, and I have a preference to them for the character, but I can try! More to the challenge! ^^