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Paddra Nsu-Yeul ([personal profile] etroscript) wrote in [community profile] concordance_logs2015-01-26 02:52 am

Giza Plains in the Rain

Characters: Paddra Nsu-Yeul & Open
Where: Giza Plains (Wet Season)
When: Close to twilight
What: Yeul wakes up on the ground, she believes that she is in the Dead Dunes.



The effortless sound of the wind wisps carried through achromatic strands against the ground, soaking it to the point of full saturation and darking it a little. The raindrops pelted her pallid skin, they were so soft that it felt like fingertips gently tapping on her cheeks. This was the first time since her ascension that she had felt a touch sensation; becoming Etro didn't really have the senses that humans had anymore. Now that she could, her eyes fluttered slightly and she opened them to see something of a desert atmosphere, she assumed to be the Dead Dunes.

Pressing her hands against the ground, she stood up and wiped off her clothing and looked around to notice a book attached to something. Yeul gripped the book from the ground, opened it and noticed there was a writing already there and it was about her. Tilting her head, she thought it must have been something important as she was used to strange things already. Just knowing that she was alive, tangible again had her feeling fearful for her life unprotected and she looked for Caius in any capacity. "Caius?" She called out, her voiced was desperate and alarmed that he has not come with her or found a way to.

All Caius needed was one call and he would have appeared by her side, but she knew that the world was barren of life. A part of her thought that this was her punishment for her wrong-doings and she set down against the ground, sitting Indian style with the book in her hands across her lap. The rain was helpful to hide momentary lapse of her feelings of abandonment. The rain only helped to make her feel more melancholy than she was when she realized that Caius was not here and she was alone.
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[personal profile] lastoftheredwings 2015-01-28 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
When they'd warned Ceodore that the Giza Plains were now in The Rains, he didn't quite take it seriously. After all, he understood well enough that 'Rains' meant 'wet' and how bad could it truly be? The cautions about monsters coming out also went over his head. Monsters were a challenge and challenges were fun. What he hadn't banked on was just how soggy he would end up as quickly as he did.

This was meant to have been a quick and easy errand. He was to go to the site of the nomad village, fetch something someone had left behind, hand it off to one of their people left lingering in the city. Nothing, however, went according to plan, between slogging through swampy ground, a storm elemental that took great offense to him casting Cure on himself, an oversized split-faced croc that thought he looked tasty.

In his haste to return to somewhere dry, Ceodore almost missed her, a young lady sitting out in the rain. Now that was curious. Nevermind that he was soaked to the bone, he jogged over to her and kneels down closer to her level.

"Miss, are you okay?"
Edited 2015-01-28 14:10 (UTC)
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[personal profile] lastoftheredwings 2015-02-02 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
"The Dead Dunes?" he echoed, confusion writ plain on his face. Ceodore's head canted to the side while he wracked his brain trying to think hard on his map and the names he could recall from it. No, that didn't sound familiar, but he wasn't sure about pulling out a map in this downpour. It'd probably ruin the thing. "The locals call it the Giza Plains."

That was an admission he's not from the area either, but then, the young prince has always struggled with learning when it is best to keep his mouth shut. When talking to strangers, even soggy girls, it's not always best to blab all one's business.

"Uh... is there a reason you're out here?"

It seemed rather strange to simply sit in the rain.
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[personal profile] lastoftheredwings 2015-02-05 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
A tiny smile quirked at the prince's lips. A great deal of this situation was entirely foreign to him, though being displaced was old hat after being pulled to one world, and now another.

"Uh, I'm not sure about where you thought you were, but there are plenty of people in the city. And Seeq and Bangaa and Moogles and a few Nu Mou and Viera too." Fewer of some of those races than others, but the benefit of having lived at the Skysea was that none of them were unfamiliar to him. Despite having grown up in a world where other races did not exist, Ceodore had always been open to accepting them, even if they did not identify as human, or Hume as they called it.

He spared a glance around the area, noting the crackling lightning in the distance and the thudding sound that announced the presence of an overgrown tortoise. "If your friend isn't coming, I can escort you to the city. There's monsters here." And Ceodore came from a chauvenistic nation where ladies were put on the back row of the party. Leaving a defenseless woman alone in the rain was unacceptable.
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[personal profile] lastoftheredwings 2015-02-10 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
By now, it didn't much matter if Ceodore was in a hurry or not. He and his temporary charge were both soaked through. The only way he would have insisted on hurry would be to put her in a place of safety if that monster came any closer to them.

Remembering his manners, he held out his arm for the young lady to take. His hereditary title might not matter anymore, and certainly not in Ivalice, but that didn't exempt him from behaving himself accordingly.

He was desperately curious about the place this young lady came from though. The prince has never had much of a filter on what he said anyway, and out popped a question before he could remember that he should perhaps not pry.

"What's it like where you're from? And why aren't there many people?
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[personal profile] lastoftheredwings 2015-02-14 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
A great deal of Ceodore's openness was the result of his upbringing in Baron. His parents made it a habit to walk through the town and make themselves available to the people. He learned from them, growing up. He'd seen first hand the impact it made on the people of Baron when suddenly the king and queen stopped their regular visits. There was still great faith in them both, but at the same time, they were perplexed and disappointed. One could argue the prince was almost too open, not stopping to consider the potential threat a stranger could pose. He always took people at face value and assumed the best about them.

He listened intently, brow furrowing in concentration as she spoke. There was something about those places. Something familiar that someone on Gaia mentioned, but he just couldn't place them. Wait, didn't Vanille mention Cocoon before? Ceodore was just not quite certain and had been let down more times than he could count on being recognized.

It was the mention of the moon falling that truly grasped his attention. It sounded like what happened at home, or would have if they had not managed to stop the Creator. Had he already destroyed their world? "Your moon fell? Were your Crystals taken away by the Maenads too?"