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The Meeting
Characters: Mikoto, Warrior of Light, Firion, Refia, Edward, Locke, Genesis, Blank, Vivi, Rikku, Mjrn, Serah
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Lost in the wilderness without a guide, the battle-worn heroes find something unexpected.
Location: Terra, wilderness
Date: August 25, 1804
Warnings: None
Notes: Additional information on this week's segment can be found here.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing. Bleak nothingness. Remnants of a world destroyed years ago. Rotting plants, stagnant water, ruins of a dead people crumbling to dust. Yet amidst the barrenness, there was a break of color. Unremarkable in any other world or scenario. Little more than a weed. A seed carried by a stray monster as it slithered by, until it dropped, took root and began to grow. Yet it was no native plant, not to this world, nor to even Gaia: a sprouting Banora Apple Tree.
A figure approached from the east. A Genome, blank and unresponsive. It bent to examine the plant, then turned to go once more. His destination, a minor garden meant to sustain the minimal population left on Terra.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Lost in the wilderness without a guide, the battle-worn heroes find something unexpected.
Location: Terra, wilderness
Date: August 25, 1804
Warnings: None
Notes: Additional information on this week's segment can be found here.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing. Bleak nothingness. Remnants of a world destroyed years ago. Rotting plants, stagnant water, ruins of a dead people crumbling to dust. Yet amidst the barrenness, there was a break of color. Unremarkable in any other world or scenario. Little more than a weed. A seed carried by a stray monster as it slithered by, until it dropped, took root and began to grow. Yet it was no native plant, not to this world, nor to even Gaia: a sprouting Banora Apple Tree.
A figure approached from the east. A Genome, blank and unresponsive. It bent to examine the plant, then turned to go once more. His destination, a minor garden meant to sustain the minimal population left on Terra.