WHO: Rinoa Heartilly and OPEN WHAT: Arriving....badly WHERE: Coincidentally, near the Hyperion WHEN: Right this minute, baby! RATING: PG, I am sure STATUS: In progress
The faint barking of a dog roused Rinoa from deep sleep. As she blinked away the stickiness in her eyes, the sound became louder and louder, until she realized Angelo was yelping right near her ear. Groaning as it seemed to echo inside her head, she feebly pushed him away and tried to sit up.
The room, or area, or wherever she was, started to spin so she sank back down against the cool ground. Overhead, the darkness resolved into stars bracketed by tall buildings. Tall, unfamiliar buildings. Alarm started to wind it's way through her limbs, banishing the dizziness. This wasn't Galbadia, or Balamb, or any of the Gardens. The ground was too stable to be a school in flight. The last thing she remembered...the victory celebration at Balamb. They'd won....hadn't they?
Gingerly, Rinoa got to her feet. "Quiet, Angelo," she murmured, absently petting him. She was on a street, a fairly quiet one, but no where could she see the city lights she was used to. Just the strange, flickering yellows of lights she'd never seen before.
"Squall?" she whispered, trying to force her voice to be louder, and failing completely. "Quistis? Selphie?" She swallowed hard. "Irvine? Zell?" Perhaps there was a train or airship station around here somewhere. She tried to make her feet move. In a panicky voice, she quavered, "Seifer? Is this...are you doing something?" Surely, he wouldn't. He'd left behind all that after Ultimecia's defeat, hadn't he?
Only the faint city sounds answered her. Maybe if she tried around the corner, she'd see something she recognized...