- Who What Where (Prompts)
- Ask My Character (Ask a question — a character answers IC and can break the fourth wall)
- Truth or Dare (PLEASE be reasonable and do not send too many. COMPLETE one before answering another! Remember that there is a truth part to it; not just dares)
- Headcanon (Anons send a word and you associate it with your character)
Sasuke had stopped at this bridge and had lingered far longer than he had originally been expecting to, dark eyes fixed on the horizon. Though it was difficult to say if he was really seeing the expanse of the city laid out all around them, features a mask of indifference as his attention was turned inward. The light breeze that moved through the trees and disturbed the water, combed through dark hair and touched his skin…it kicked up smells and thoughts he hadn’t been expecting. It left him feeling oddly…relaxed.
The Uchiha had found himself asking if he could stay here, really stay here. Would he be falling into a dream again? It felt as if it would be a selfish act, setting aside his previous life to turn toward a new one with the brother he had been denied and turned against his entire life. No matter how selfish it might have been he couldn’t deny it held appeal, the idea alone left him feeling lighter. And the burden of being an avenger, that burden of hate, pain, suffocating darkness felt a little less overwhelming here. It didn’t consume his every waking hour. Though the answer to that question was important, did it matter when everyone said that there was no way to get back? He had heard of people disappearing, seemingly vanished from thin air, and reappearing again. So there was a way…doubt tugged at the male’s mind, his attention turning toward the outside world once more. Could he leave Itachi now for the sake of crushing Konoha like he had vowed to? Sasuke wasn’t sure if he wanted the answer to that question.
It was when he felt a pair of eye land on him that he realized just how careless he had been, it was unacceptable for him to be so distracted. Sasuke didn’t turn to glance at the individual in return, merely made himself aware of her. She didn’t feel like a threat to him. It was a bridge after all, she could have wondered here the same way he had. Though the longer she lingered the more he found himself wondering just what it was that she wanted. And as seconds ticked on in silence between them, only the sounds of the living city all around them, it became rather apparent that he would have to be the one to speak here. His former thoughtfulness gone as faint annoyance brushed him, a silent sigh leaving his lips. “Were you looking for something?” He asked rather quickly, voice the usual monotone it always was, still not turning his gaze on her. It seemed to be the logical place to start, it being the common theme with people around here. Everyone seemed to need help with something in Arcadios.
Tifa frowned slightly. Looking for something? In a sense, he was correct. ”Something like that…,” she muttered shortly. A part of her felt somewhat annoyed. It sounded almost as though she was intruding on him when she was pretty darn sure she was at this bridge first.
“Do you need something?” she retorted, turning back to her side of the bridge. Of course, this could very well have been her mind playing tricks on her; maybe the boy hadn’t intended for his words to sound that way. Tifa was confident that she could read people well, but sometimes she had her doubts. She had gotten things wrong before in the past, after all.
Silence fell, and it seemed like neither one of them would budge from the bridge or from the almost non-existent topic. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t much of a talker. Tifa could tell that much. After all, she was kind of used to people like that. A sigh escaped her lips. If they both were going to be here for a while—and Tifa didn’t feel like the first one to move—she might as well start pleasant conversation. Not that she knew whether or not the boy would be pleasant back. Tifa turned around and leaned her elbows onto the stone railing. ”Is there any way out of here?” she finally asked after a pause. ”A way… A way back home?”
It felt a little foolish to ask him that, but the brawler had to. She had people back in Midgar; she couldn’t just waltz around here when the people she cared about were who-knows-where—she had to find a way home. Tifa wasn’t sure if this boy could help her with that; honestly, she wasn’t sure if anyone could. A tiny part of her wondered if she was stuck here forever; she disliked things about thoughts like that, but it did make her wonder. If she was stuck here, what would she do? What could she do? But Tifa found that the more she thought about it, the more she remembered just why she disliked these thoughts and stopped. Scaring herself wouldn’t change things, just as not asking for help wouldn’t do much for her, either.
So, in the end, she supposed that she was glad to have spoken truthfully. She wouldn’t have gotten anywhere by beating around the bush, lying, or simply not saying anything at all.
She smiled lightly as the woman looked down at her map at the mention of the lake. Most people came up here for the lake, apparently people said you could hear the singing voices of mermaids up here though Serah hadn’t ever heard anything, not yet any way. There was definitely a mystical feel about the place though, the forest too felt rather magical as cheesy as that sounded. Tilting her head a little, curls falling over her shoulder, she seemed a little embarrassed to admit she was somewhat lost. There really wasn’t anything to be ashamed about, Serah had gotten lost multiple times when she first came here, even now she did, this world was so vast.
“A traveller huh?” She repeated, well even seasoned travellers got lost. On that note Mog came floating back, wanting to see what the hold up was, placing himself above Serah’s shoulder acting like everything was normal. “Did you travel a lot back in your world?” She asked, Serah was a bit of a traveller herself…well a time traveller any way. Before then she really hadn’t done much exploring, the little she had done put her in deep trouble.
“Well the lake is pretty popular, there’s a waterfall there it’s rather beautiful” she offered, “and the Great Tree maybe? You’ve probably seen it on your travels its hard to miss” she chuckled lightly, you could see it wherever you went. “Most people just stay in the villages though, probably because theres a lot of monsters around” she added even though she was sure the majority of the people here could take care of themselves. “Tifa? Well its nice to meet you I’m Serah” she nodded as she held out a hand to sake the others. “And this…” she paused briefly looking over to Mog by her side “is Mog my companion,” she’d gotten into the habit of introducing Mog to everyone she met. The moogle waved in reply, “its nice to meet you kupo!” He spoke cheerfully.
Tifa beamed slightly. Moogles weren’t an uncommon sight, but after seeing it for so long as a moogle-resembling machine that Cait Sith would use, it was a little stunning to see one floating around and talking. ”Eh heh, yeah. You’re looking at a traveler right here. Mm, yeah, I’ve had my share of travels. Pretty much went around my entire world.” It felt strange to talk about things from the past, but in a sense, they were nostalgic memories, too. There was a lot of hardship and pain, but it was still something she could not forget so easily.
“The lake? A waterfall, too, huh?” Tifa repeated, unable to help her lips curling upward into a smile. ”Sure sounds like a relaxing place.” Maybe what Tifa needed right now was to go to someplace relaxing instead of worrying so much. Of course, she had a reason to worry, but if there was nothing she could do right now about getting home, she might as well enjoy the scenery while she could. ”Yeah, I keep seeing that tree around. Let me guess. It’s important, isn’t it?” The brawler had recalled seeing the Great Tree from time to time. She had often wondered what it was and what it was doing there, but at the time, she had been more preoccupied with thoughts of home than investigating the Great Tree from afar.
“The villages?” Now, this has been something Tifa has heard once or twice in the past through overhearing exchanges, not that she knew what it all meant or where to go.
Though there were many questions on the young woman’s mind, she was glad to have met the girl—and her moogle companion, too. ”It’s nice to see you, too, Mog.” Tifa couldn’t help but feel a little envious of Serah for having someone with her constantly on her travels. Being alone on a long, unwinding journey… While it gave Tifa some time to think and ponder over her circumstances, she didn’t want to be stuck here for a while and without any company.
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Wandering the streets of Polis, Tifa was urged by the thought of returning home. That single thought was what kept her moving forward. To hear the lively streets of Edge again, to see her friend’s faces, to Marlene’s and Denzel’s smiles and hear their laughter—oh, and of course, there was Cloud, too. Thinking about what they could all be up to right now or if they were even looking for her wasn’t going to help anything—least of all herself.
She leaned against a nearby wall of a building. The first thing she could do was to become familiar with this strange and bizarre city in this strange and bizarre world; pushing herself off of the wall, she walked until she came across a high bridge. Reaching the middle of it, she noticed that she’d be able to see quite a deal of the city merely from there. At the very least this would help her decide where would be the best place to start exploring.
Tifa leaned her arms against the stone railing and lowered her head, seeing her reflection in the water. She wasn’t sure if she could make it home on her own and without some help, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t try. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed someone else was on the bridge, his back facing her and looking at the opposite view. How long had this boy been there? Tifa didn’t see him when she got to the bridge. Strange…
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To start traveling, she would need a map, wouldn’t she? Tifa was planning on starting north and eventually work her way elsewhere, but she would need a map to figure out just where exactly she was. So far, she knew she was in this city named Polis, in a world far different yet somehow similar to her own. If anything, it was a start and that was good, but Tifa knew that she had a long way to go if she ever wanted to find a way back home.
There were several shops in Polis. Hopefully, she would be able to find one selling maps. In the corner of her eye, she noticed something orange flash in her gaze—no, not something, someone. Tifa turned to find a girl walking on the opposite direction, entering what appeared to be a bookstore. A rack of used books and a magazine stand were displayed along outside; she could hear the faint sound of a chime as the door opened and closed.
A bookstore…? Her eyes widened. Of course! If Tifa was looking for a map, a bookstore would probably sell something like that, wouldn’t it? The girl blinked and turned, patting her pockets. Did she even have money to begin with? She probably had some left over from her own world, but she doubted it would be a sufficient exchange. Perhaps, she could trade something, but… She would even resort to stealing if she had to, but it wasn’t like she wanted to, no. Tifa sighed. She supposed the only thing she could do was to see if the store even had a map before before she got any ideas. With that single, clear thought in mind, Tifa walked over and entered the store, the bell chiming as she did so.
The more Serah explored the more she started remembering, easily finding her way to places she remembered visiting on her first arrival here. It was nice to know her memories had been kept, she’d had enough of them getting fuddled up all the time. Honestly it didn’t feel like she’d left at all, the only difference was the added new faces and the disappearance of others. Still she was stuck with the same problem as before, trying to find something to do, she’d considered looking for a job in Polis at one point. A lot of shop owners didn’t feel too comfortable having a moogle float about their establishment though but it wasn’t like they were in any rush.
Considering the weather was pleasant this week she’d taken it upon herself to visit the lake, maybe even take a swim, Mog enjoyed that idea oddly enough. She would have invited the others along Noel always said how Hope needed to relax a bit but sometimes it was nice to spend a little time to herself, well almost to herself. She couldn’t just leave Mog behind, and she knew if she left him with Noel they’d end up squabbling or something. The walk up to the lake wasn’t too much hassle, monsters were apparent but with Mog at her side it was no trouble. Plus she knew the area quite well having spent a lot of time here before so if she ever did run into trouble she knew how to get back to the safety of the villages.
Seeing the wooden sign that pointed up to Hevia Lake she decided to take a little breather as Mog floated off ahead. Stretching her arms above her head, she let out a content sigh, though things were far from perfect she couldn’t complain right now. Dropping her arms back down, her shoulders jumping a little as a voice called out to her, or what she presumed was meant for her.
“Oh,” she replied as she turned around fully seeing the young woman holding a map. “Yeah I’m heading up to the lake” she nodded as she briefly pointed in the direction the lake was located. Judging by the map she had she probably wasn’t familiar with the area, it made for a good purchase. “Are you lost? I can see if I can help if you are?” She asked, though she wasn’t one hundred percent confident she knew where everything was she knew enough to be able to direct someone.
“The lake?” Tifa repeated. She quickly looked back on her map and noticed that there was, in fact, a lake in Hevia. It was probably a well-known location, if she didn’t know any better.
Realizing that this map automatically indicated that she was new to this realm, the brawler attempted to hide, only to remember that it’d be foolish since the girl already saw her holding it. Tifa exhaled and shrugged her shoulders. ”I guess you could say I am,” she admitted with slight embarrassment. ”I wasn’t really going anywhere in particular. Just…”
Just home? Now, she couldn’t say that, could she? Not when she didn’t even know where that was or let alone where she was right now. Laughing in an attempt to hide her downward thoughts, Tifa rolled up the map. ”Just traveling. I’m kind of a traveler.” It wasn’t an outright lie; she used to travel all the time when she was still with the gang, fighting off Shinra and Sephiroth. But nowadays in Edge, she didn’t really travel anymore now that she had work to do and children to look after; Cloud was the one who did the traveling.
“Got any place you could recommend?” Tifa didn’t really want to go back to Polis just yet, no, she wanted to do something, anything. And she had nowhere else to go either; she hadn’t learned about the villages just yet. Maybe this girl could help Tifa find somewhere to go—anywhere would be fine as long as she ended up moving. ”Oh, right. I’m Tifa, by the way,” she said, extending her hand out towards the girl. The brawler had nearly forgotten that she hadn’t even introduced herself, which was rude of her. ”Tifa Lockhart. And you’re…?”