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timeandtides_backupCharacters: Rikku & Auron, anyone else who wants to pop in
Progress: Incomplete
Summary: Rikku catches word of the festival through her wanderings through Lindblum and decides to look for Auron there, having heard through the Mooglenet that he was in this strange world as well.
Location: Lindblum, around the festival and probably the banquet/ball
Date:taking a stab and guessing Feb. 3, 1803 ??
Warnings: None.
Rikku had been wandering around Linblum for what she felt was an eternity. It really wasn't that long, of course, but she had yet to see a face she recognized; so time passed slowly, like it always did when she was bored.
The people she did find were very hospitable, though. They seemed to understand that she did not come here of her own will and even told her stories of others they had observed that seemed to be in the same boat. One older couple even let her stay in their inn for "as long as she needed to"; they had insisted on no charge, but Rikku in turn insisted they let her pay. It wasn't like her to refuse a gift, she knew, but even she couldn't accept such a generous offer scott-free. Both parties eventually agreed to a reduced fee, and that's where Rikku had been ever since. She still had a decent amount of Gil on her when she awoke in the town, and the currency, to her luck, was the same here as back in her home world.
One thing that definitely was not the same was the mobile phones; there was nothing like them in Spira. Rikku at first could never remember to check her's, but as she got to know the in-and-outs of the device (it WAS machina, after all) she wondered how she could have lived so long without it. She would start each morning checking through everyone's messages, but that would end quickly as she became discouraged that the Mooglenet brought no news of anyone from Spira.
But then his message came.
"It's Auron," she thought aloud. "It's really Auron! Grumpy, serious, no-fun Auron!!"
Rikku almost fell out of her chair when she spotted his message. She noted his location and scrambled for the map she received. And it was... far. Very far. Rikku knew nothing of the transportation here and, on top of that, her message to him went unanswered.
She was just about to lose hope when the Festival of the Hunt slowly but surely worked its way into everyone's conversations. A casual stroll through the market revealed the whole town's excitement, from the youngest of children to the oldest of folks, her innkeeper and his wife included. They had heard all about Rikku's troubles of late (because who was she to deny them such a story when they asked what was wrong?) and urged her to seek Auron out at this festival.
"Everyone is invited, especially those from the sky. He is sure to be there!"
So down there Rikku marched as soon the opening ceremony started, and there she stayed until well after everyone started to file back into their dwellings. The second day was the same thing, with no sign of Auron.
It was now the third day of the festival. The night's dinner and ball was the hot topic on everyone's lips. The innkeeper's wife woke her up first thing in the morning and shuffled her, half-asleep and wholly-protesting, to the town's nearest clothing shop, insisting the best dresses would be picked over by everyone else if they didn't get there as soon as it opened.
It was there that Rikku was now, her energy fulled restored by the mere thought of a day of shopping, trying on dresses and hoping that tonight would be the night she would finally find Auron.
Progress: Incomplete
Summary: Rikku catches word of the festival through her wanderings through Lindblum and decides to look for Auron there, having heard through the Mooglenet that he was in this strange world as well.
Location: Lindblum, around the festival and probably the banquet/ball
Date:
Warnings: None.
Rikku had been wandering around Linblum for what she felt was an eternity. It really wasn't that long, of course, but she had yet to see a face she recognized; so time passed slowly, like it always did when she was bored.
The people she did find were very hospitable, though. They seemed to understand that she did not come here of her own will and even told her stories of others they had observed that seemed to be in the same boat. One older couple even let her stay in their inn for "as long as she needed to"; they had insisted on no charge, but Rikku in turn insisted they let her pay. It wasn't like her to refuse a gift, she knew, but even she couldn't accept such a generous offer scott-free. Both parties eventually agreed to a reduced fee, and that's where Rikku had been ever since. She still had a decent amount of Gil on her when she awoke in the town, and the currency, to her luck, was the same here as back in her home world.
One thing that definitely was not the same was the mobile phones; there was nothing like them in Spira. Rikku at first could never remember to check her's, but as she got to know the in-and-outs of the device (it WAS machina, after all) she wondered how she could have lived so long without it. She would start each morning checking through everyone's messages, but that would end quickly as she became discouraged that the Mooglenet brought no news of anyone from Spira.
But then his message came.
"It's Auron," she thought aloud. "It's really Auron! Grumpy, serious, no-fun Auron!!"
Rikku almost fell out of her chair when she spotted his message. She noted his location and scrambled for the map she received. And it was... far. Very far. Rikku knew nothing of the transportation here and, on top of that, her message to him went unanswered.
She was just about to lose hope when the Festival of the Hunt slowly but surely worked its way into everyone's conversations. A casual stroll through the market revealed the whole town's excitement, from the youngest of children to the oldest of folks, her innkeeper and his wife included. They had heard all about Rikku's troubles of late (because who was she to deny them such a story when they asked what was wrong?) and urged her to seek Auron out at this festival.
"Everyone is invited, especially those from the sky. He is sure to be there!"
So down there Rikku marched as soon the opening ceremony started, and there she stayed until well after everyone started to file back into their dwellings. The second day was the same thing, with no sign of Auron.
It was now the third day of the festival. The night's dinner and ball was the hot topic on everyone's lips. The innkeeper's wife woke her up first thing in the morning and shuffled her, half-asleep and wholly-protesting, to the town's nearest clothing shop, insisting the best dresses would be picked over by everyone else if they didn't get there as soon as it opened.
It was there that Rikku was now, her energy fulled restored by the mere thought of a day of shopping, trying on dresses and hoping that tonight would be the night she would finally find Auron.
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Date: 2009-04-01 03:39 pm (UTC)Lindblum, apparently. He'd reached the area earlier that day, made his way slowly as he observed the throngs of people making their way in a steady line toward the city and each pulling cartloads of wares. A paticular cart carrying bolts of rich purple silk and his chocobo had nearly collided, and the animal had been moody ever since. It certainly didn't help that Auron detested mounts and preferred the safety of his own two feet (or, when in a bind for time, the cool metal floor of an airship). But time had been an issue, and so he had swallowed his misgivings and rented the animal for the small amount of money he had in his pockets.
Kicking the chocobo's side- eliciting another angry 'squark!' -he plodded slowly into the city, his eyes drifting over the crowds. The streets were so full of people that even taking two steps took some time. Being mounted gave him a greater ability to spot faces in the throng, but having stood in the same spot for over five minutes he eventually gave in and dismounted the chocobo, leading it instead by the reigns.
He reached the Lindblum branch of his chocobo rental and handed the bird off without complaint, then turned back to face the road. He seemed to have arrived in time for some sort of festival, and a few minutes of asking around revealed to him that it was, in fact, the third day of a festival he'd never heard of and tonight was the 'big' night. What that entailed, he could find no one to answer, and resignedly pulled the communication device from his pocket.
[I seem to have arrived in the hub of this world. If the name Spira is familiar, please seek me out.] Satisfied with his public message, hoping it would reach familiar eyes, he shoved the device roughly back into his pocket and headed for the nearest stall bearing some form of fruit that appeared edible, hoping they'd be more interested in bartering than hard currency.
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Date: 2009-04-01 07:42 pm (UTC)Rikku had been standing in one place for good half hour now; one of the tailors of the shop and the innkeeper's wife were both examining her critically, making adjustments here and there to a dress she was wearing. The decision had been made, this was the one. It just needed some "improvements" as they were frequently referred to. It was close to noon now, and Rikku's day started at just before 7.
She sighed heavily as her stomach rumbled. The innkeeper's wife laughed lightly and, helping her out of the dress without being completely torn up by the many pins that had been added, pushed her out the door of the shop once she was dressed in her normal clothes.
Rikku felt that her pockets were heavier than usual and checked them; the innkeeper's wife had slipped her some extra money, probably while she was distracted by all the pretty colors and styles. Rikku shook her head but was thankful nonetheless. She had forgotten most of her essentials, Gil and phone included, in her rush out the door this morning.
Rikku decided that fruit would probably be a good idea, as it would take the edge off of her hunger and allow her to get back to the day's activities quickly. Luckily a bustling fruit stand was only a few vendors away. She started in that direction, but a familiar ring distracted her.
She checked her pockets again, confused. Apparently she hadn't forgotten her phone. It chirped merrily, a new message up on the Mooglenet. She continued forward, but kept her eyes on the screen.
This was a horrible idea, though; she walked right into someone near the fruit stand. Whoever it was either had an excellent center of gravity or was as stubborn as a brick building, as she was knocked to the ground by the impact.
Her phone flew out of her hand and landed several feet away, the message unchecked. Rikku looked after it, concerned for its safety in such a busy area, but someone spotted it and, seeing her, quickly put two and two together. They picked it up and smiled, heading towards her.
Phone safe, her next priority was to apologize to the latest victim of her absent mind; she put on her best smile and chuckled nervously as she looked up. But the sun, now high in the sky, blinded her temporarily. She squinted.
"S-sorry about that, whoever-you-are. I really should pay attention where I'm going, huh?"
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Date: 2009-04-02 09:44 pm (UTC)Catching sight of her face he fell still. A familiarity was there, but he had seemingly been in the realm of the dead so long (in Spira, anyway) that memories came slower to him across the expanses of time that passed.
"Rikku," he murmured, her name finally coming back to him in a daze of memories littered with laughter and bright smiles and pained yells. The long pilgrimage he'd shared with her and others, through which he'd supported the group and left his own feelings and emotions to the sideline.
Getting a grip on himself, Auron extended his free, gloved hand toward her. "I apologize. You must have taken quite a fall...though I suppose we both did, in a way."
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Date: 2009-04-03 08:58 am (UTC)Now observe the writings of one that has been up for 18 hours after 5 hours of sleep.)
Rikku felt her hair stand on end. She instantly recognized that voice. There was no mistaking it. She had finally found Auron.
She grabbed his hand and pulled herself up, using the little momentum she gained to launch herself into a hug.
She felt tears well in her eyes. While he was alive, if that term could be used, Auron was the last person she thought she'd ever cry in front of. She could imagine him telling her to suck it up and move on. Hugging him now, after his 'death', was accomplishing the impossible.
But none of this phased her; her joy was overwhelming.
"I'm sorry for this, but I thought I'd never see any of you ever again," she said, looking up at him. "How... how did you come back?"
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Date: 2009-04-03 04:53 pm (UTC)"I don't know..." he murmured, averting his eyes elsewhere as he got hold of his thoughts. "I'm not even sure where this is or what is happening. Only that I'm here." He glanced briefly back to Rikku. "Perhaps you have an idea. If not where we are, perhaps where others may be?"
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Date: 2009-04-03 07:48 pm (UTC)"I think the same has happened to everyone here. One minute you're home, the next you're in this... place!" She laughed.
Suddenly her name rang from the front door of the clothing shop. The innkeeper's wife was concerned that such a short mission was taking such a long time. Rikku suddenly remembered her objective.
"But oh, wait!" She quickly reached for Auron's coat, her thieving skill finally put to good use. She easily found his phone and, with a dexterity weeks of constant use had granted her, programmed her number in his contacts. She replaced the phone.
"There, now you have my number. I have to get going, but promise you'll call me soon, okaaay?"
She turned toward the shop and remember something else. "Oh! There is a dance tonight! Why don't you me meet there? Maybe we'll spot more of our group!"
She took one of his apples and, as she jogged away, yelled over her shoulder. "Thanks for the lunch! Don't forget to call meeee!"