Lightning (youjustdo) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-01-11 23:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | lightning, yuna |
Who: Lightning And Open
Where: One of the upper Decks
When: Friday, afternoon
What: People Watching
Warnings: Low
The ship looked like it had come right out of one of Sanctum's upper class places. It was all shine and glitter, with nothing really substantial underneath. After a bit of looking around, and scrolling through the network thing, she'd also found out none of the crew were human. All of them, to a man, were robots.
It didn't exactly lend any credibility in that this wasn't a fal'Cie trick. It certainly felt like one. A shining cage, with plenty of lure's of entertainments, fine dining, and the activities? With Hope's words of 'they think we're pets' ringing in her ears all sings pointed to fal'Cie. And Vanille had said it wasn't and she trusted her. But.
But Vanille had said herself they had only been here for a few days. Lightning wanted to make sure. If there was a fal'Cie here, she'd have to deal with it. For everyone's sake.
She didn't see the usual signs, except the robots and the luxuries, as she walked. She hadn't woken up here with a brand or any dreams, but maybe it was waiting. Or maybe it was a Gran Pulse fal'Cie, who just seemed to have their predetermined programming and just carried on with those. Or maybe Vanille was right, and there was no fal'Cie and all she was doing was creating worry where there didn't need to be.
Not impossible, after all. And she had other worries. Serah. Hope. She hoped they were alright. Hope had his father, but she'd been teaching him swordplay and was sad to miss those lessons. Serah had Snow (despite the fact she wasn't jumping for joy at that) and she was reasonably sure Serah would hold off the wedding until Lightning was back. If only because someone had to ensure Snow showed up on time, and at least somewhat cleaned up.
She still wasn't a fan, but these days she kept it more to herself. Serah was happy, it was all that really mattered.
She stepped out onto one of the decks at this thought, blinking at the sudden light but she soon adjusted. She'd lost a lot of the perks of a l'Cie, but she'd kept some as well. She wasn't entirely against that. With that in mind she moved to one of the railings and set her hands over it, peering over at the seemingly endless ocean before leaning on it to look at the horizon. She saw nothing but water, but she thought. There was Fang, who like with Vanille still had her brand. Maybe she could still call up her Eidolon. A way of escape, if it was needed.
It made her miss Odin, and she unconsciously set her hand on her chest, where her brand used to be. She'd defied the thing that wanted to be God, and won her own fate from it but she could miss some things.
After a few moments she turned around, facing away from the sea and toward where more people were, to study them for a bit. When she leaned her elbows onto the railing behind her, she noted that she stood a lot less rigid then she used to. Still, she hoped there'd be no fireworks. Ever since that day, she'd lost her stomach for those.