"No, I..." He trailed off, noticing the now-familiar shift of his surroundings, curious to see what this bizarre turn of events had in store for him. After a few moments, the scenery morphed completely, and he found himself...on the Lindblum. Anticlimatic, but he wasn't complaining.
He was sat down - hadn't he been stood a moment ago? - Fang opposite him, both of them nursing glasses of bourbon as the small hours ticked by. "So, I've told you my life story," she drawled in that lilting Oerban accent of hers. "Turnabout's fair play. What are you doin' here?" He turned the glass in his hands, smiling slightly. "This place...it's all messed up. The Fal'Cie, Dysley, all of 'em, they run Coccoon with an iron fist, and anyone who doesn't agree...well, let's just say that a lot of people were on that Purge train who shouldn't have been." "No-one should have been." A frown furrowed her brow, and he nodded, conceding the point. Then he took a swig. "My point is..there's this whole scent of rot, underneath the shine and sophistication. Cid..wants to change that." She said nothing, just gave him a look that said 'go on', and he shrugged. "He wants to give Coccoon back to the people. No more Purges, no more Fal'Cie breathin' down our necks." He knew there was pride in his voice as he talked, and he didn't bother to hide it. He was proud, proud to be working for such a great goal. "So, you're fightin' for 'the people'?" The corner of her lip quirked up subtly. "Doesn't that sound a little trite to you?" He snorted. "You make me sound like I'm tryin' to make myself out as some storybook hero." "Aren't you?" "No," he waved a hand at the thought. "I just...wanna be part of somethin' bigger than me. Somethin' that'll last after I've gone. I don't wanna be thought of a s a hero, just..thought of." "An' the fact that Cid Raines is at the helm of this little world-changin' ship means nothing at all to you?" Her eyes glittered knowingly. "Aw, shut up," he laughed, and she did. Then she faded, like a watercolour painting in reverse, the blue of her sari and the green of her eyes lingering for a moment. He stood up, forgetting the bourbon that he was holding, the glass fading out before it hit the ground, and raked a hand through his hair. "Shoulda figured as much," he muttered. "Well...guess that's over an' done with.."
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He was sat down - hadn't he been stood a moment ago? - Fang opposite him, both of them nursing glasses of bourbon as the small hours ticked by.
"So, I've told you my life story," she drawled in that lilting Oerban accent of hers. "Turnabout's fair play. What are you doin' here?"
He turned the glass in his hands, smiling slightly. "This place...it's all messed up. The Fal'Cie, Dysley, all of 'em, they run Coccoon with an iron fist, and anyone who doesn't agree...well, let's just say that a lot of people were on that Purge train who shouldn't have been."
"No-one should have been." A frown furrowed her brow, and he nodded, conceding the point. Then he took a swig. "My point is..there's this whole scent of rot, underneath the shine and sophistication. Cid..wants to change that."
She said nothing, just gave him a look that said 'go on', and he shrugged. "He wants to give Coccoon back to the people. No more Purges, no more Fal'Cie breathin' down our necks." He knew there was pride in his voice as he talked, and he didn't bother to hide it. He was proud, proud to be working for such a great goal.
"So, you're fightin' for 'the people'?" The corner of her lip quirked up subtly. "Doesn't that sound a little trite to you?"
He snorted. "You make me sound like I'm tryin' to make myself out as some storybook hero."
"Aren't you?"
"No," he waved a hand at the thought. "I just...wanna be part of somethin' bigger than me. Somethin' that'll last after I've gone. I don't wanna be thought of a s a hero, just..thought of."
"An' the fact that Cid Raines is at the helm of this little world-changin' ship means nothing at all to you?" Her eyes glittered knowingly.
"Aw, shut up," he laughed, and she did. Then she faded, like a watercolour painting in reverse, the blue of her sari and the green of her eyes lingering for a moment. He stood up, forgetting the bourbon that he was holding, the glass fading out before it hit the ground, and raked a hand through his hair. "Shoulda figured as much," he muttered. "Well...guess that's over an' done with.."