mad woman, bad woman; daryl (falcons) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-12-21 13:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !final fantasy, !hotel, *narrative, daryl |
Final Fantasy: narrative for Daryl
Who: Daryl and NPC!SeeDs
What: getting out of the Final Fantasy door is not so easy
Where: FF Door -> Hotel
When: now
Warnings/Rating: light language
Just follow your gut. Famous last fucking words.
She was still trying to figure out what was going on. At first, she was miraculously alive again in her world, with her airship in tact, and a strange journal to talk to people in other…worlds. She just tried to picture it like the rumored Esper world and leave it at that.
But then she flew around the world and she realized it wasn’t her world.
Some of her cities were here—Kohlingen, Jidoor, and Zozo. Oh, boy, she could go see an opera! Thank the Triad for that! Ugh. She’d pass until Setzer was here. Or whatever this place was. Whether she was technically dead or alive, she felt pretty alive, and so she was going to live.
She was going to find a way to those other worlds.
She talked to people in her own world first, happening upon some strange place called the Garden, which was some sort of mercenary training center with a really awesome flying ship. She’d be jealous except for the fact that none of the SeeD there knew anything about its construction. She had built the Falcon with her own sweat and blood, and that made it better than some ship they didn’t even know how to use properly.
She wanted to come back and play with it later, but for now, she hired a team of SeeD to find the door.
They went into towns and then into caves. Everything good was hidden in caves, and thank goodness for the mercenaries. Daryl wasn’t a hopeless cause in a fight, but her skills were more in the arts of mechanics and gambling. She had great accuracy with her darts, able to beat all the boys at the bars, and could hit the eye out of a Chickenlip. But a dart was just a dart, and some of these monsters were huge.
Especially the Trap Door.
“Fucking shit, this thing better be guarding something good,” Daryl grumbled, throwing her last dart in a weak crack of the door. She didn’t like fighting it, and she wasn’t fully comfortable with the fact that the SeeD were able to use magic.
What the shit was with all these people and magic? Didn’t the stories remind them all that magic was a really, really bad idea?
But the Trap Door was defeated more through magic then her own skill, so she had to thank it for that. And behind it? Was a simple door with a lock that looked like it would fit her key.
“Wish me luck, boys.”
Taking a deep breath to calm herself after the fight, she went in and found herself in the middle of an inn, with rows and rows of doors. And rows and rows of lights and stockings.
Nothing was ever going to make sense again, was it?