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Characters: Zidane and Aerith
Progress: ongoing
Summary: Zidane swings by Treno to give Aerith a lift. Also to show off his new airship. Because...it's a new airship.
Location: Treno --.> Midgar --> Lindblum
Date: June 1804
Warnings: Uhm. None for now?
Zidane winced as the airship set down on the plains outside Treno, ignoring the (perfectly normal NOTHING IS WRONG) noises that the ship made as it settled onto its landing gear. Every time it groaned, he winced. Every time it creaked, he sighed. Having an airship was amazing but worrying about it was going to give him grey hairs. Although to be fair, sneaking off to go give someone else a ride without telling Garnet or Steiner or Beatrix probably was going to get him a lot more to worry about than his ship. But it was his SHIP!
"You need to get it dirty, then it won't feel so new," he joked to himself, patting the handle and then heading across the small ship to the gangplank, pressing the automatic release and watching as it lowered itself down to settle on the ground below. Once it had, he bounded down and plopped down on the bottom step to wait for Aerith, his tail flicking about behind him.
He'd agreed to give her a lift to Midgar, to let her see what the ruins were like, and he figured he'd probably have to take her on to Lindblum afterwards. Nobody liked to stay in Midgar anymore, after all. Except the moogles, anyway. But part of him was curious to really...interact with someone who had been around for a while and then...left and came back.
He still hadn't even gotten used to the fact that a big chunk of his recent life was missing, after all. Sometimes it was nice to talk to someone else who had 'forgotten' too.
Progress: ongoing
Summary: Zidane swings by Treno to give Aerith a lift. Also to show off his new airship. Because...it's a new airship.
Location: Treno --.> Midgar --> Lindblum
Date: June 1804
Warnings: Uhm. None for now?
Zidane winced as the airship set down on the plains outside Treno, ignoring the (perfectly normal NOTHING IS WRONG) noises that the ship made as it settled onto its landing gear. Every time it groaned, he winced. Every time it creaked, he sighed. Having an airship was amazing but worrying about it was going to give him grey hairs. Although to be fair, sneaking off to go give someone else a ride without telling Garnet or Steiner or Beatrix probably was going to get him a lot more to worry about than his ship. But it was his SHIP!
"You need to get it dirty, then it won't feel so new," he joked to himself, patting the handle and then heading across the small ship to the gangplank, pressing the automatic release and watching as it lowered itself down to settle on the ground below. Once it had, he bounded down and plopped down on the bottom step to wait for Aerith, his tail flicking about behind him.
He'd agreed to give her a lift to Midgar, to let her see what the ruins were like, and he figured he'd probably have to take her on to Lindblum afterwards. Nobody liked to stay in Midgar anymore, after all. Except the moogles, anyway. But part of him was curious to really...interact with someone who had been around for a while and then...left and came back.
He still hadn't even gotten used to the fact that a big chunk of his recent life was missing, after all. Sometimes it was nice to talk to someone else who had 'forgotten' too.
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Date: 2010-07-01 03:56 pm (UTC)"Okay, Lindblum it is, then." He checked the course a few times, making sure the ship was pointed in the right direction before he locked the wheel and turned to face her. He'd still have to babysit it, but he could at least look away sometimes now.
"Lindblum is quite a sight to see, really. Make sure your friend doesn't drag you away before you get to look around."
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Date: 2010-07-01 09:33 pm (UTC)Aerith glanced toward the lightening atmosphere around them as they pulled out from the offensive darkness of Treno. It felt almost as if a weight was lifted in leaving the darkened area for something brighter. Not that she had minded-- it was dark in the slums under the plate as well. At least there was light within the cities, just the same as she was used to.