settle down with me by the fire of my yearning
Who: Gabranth, Roxas, Kefka, Xion
What: search party!
When: after Xion leaves Gabranth hanging
Where: the ragged wood
Warnings: there's gonna be a Heartless fite
Gabranth had waited long enough for a response from Xion. His worry wouldn't allow him to wait any longer-he had to take matters into his own hands.
He opted not to forgo his armor or weapons this time; even in the streets there was danger to be had, apparently, and he knew not what lay in wait for him in the depths of the wood. But although he wore his full plate, although he carried both swords, that danger was truly the last thing on his mind. There had to be a reason for Xion not to answer him like that, and if it meant she had found danger herself...
He tried not to let it trouble him; he let it drive him instead, forging his path into the darkening wood.
But where was he to look? He may have been known for his skill with reconnaissance in Ivalice-among other things-but that gave him no aid in keeping his bearings in an ever-shifting forest such as this. The drive was settling into frustration-but no, he had to keep on...
It was then that he heard a distinct roar behind him, and turned to see the largest fiend he had yet to encounter in this world-a large beast with skin so smooth that Gabranth almost thought it artificial, eyes like lamps, horse's hooves and sculpted teeth. The horn crackled with Mist as it lowered, and Gabranth realized those doll-like eyes were looking at him...
He swore under his breath as he readied his weapon and stared the beast down. He didn't have time for this.
What: search party!
When: after Xion leaves Gabranth hanging
Where: the ragged wood
Warnings: there's gonna be a Heartless fite
Gabranth had waited long enough for a response from Xion. His worry wouldn't allow him to wait any longer-he had to take matters into his own hands.
He opted not to forgo his armor or weapons this time; even in the streets there was danger to be had, apparently, and he knew not what lay in wait for him in the depths of the wood. But although he wore his full plate, although he carried both swords, that danger was truly the last thing on his mind. There had to be a reason for Xion not to answer him like that, and if it meant she had found danger herself...
He tried not to let it trouble him; he let it drive him instead, forging his path into the darkening wood.
But where was he to look? He may have been known for his skill with reconnaissance in Ivalice-among other things-but that gave him no aid in keeping his bearings in an ever-shifting forest such as this. The drive was settling into frustration-but no, he had to keep on...
It was then that he heard a distinct roar behind him, and turned to see the largest fiend he had yet to encounter in this world-a large beast with skin so smooth that Gabranth almost thought it artificial, eyes like lamps, horse's hooves and sculpted teeth. The horn crackled with Mist as it lowered, and Gabranth realized those doll-like eyes were looking at him...
He swore under his breath as he readied his weapon and stared the beast down. He didn't have time for this.