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"What's our clan name, then?"
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"Just a dot here, eh? Seems simple enough. Sure."
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The figure in white begins to speak after hearing Thomen's question.
"Ok, weird first question but knowing where you're from it is not an odd one. but to answer it, we don't have clan name. but don't let that discourage you from thinking of one. So whos next?"
Orion patted himself down to make sure that he was okay. Upon feeling no injuries (and hopefully all of his gear) he frowned. "Hey, who're all you civies, then? Where are we? Last I remember I was on the train home, I was. What's all this?"
If Orion does have his gear he'll have his hand on his sword, ready to draw I'd necessary.
The figure turns to face Orion after hearing his large series of question.
"To answer your the first question my name is Jet, the others can introduce them self's. To answer your answer your second and third question we are located in what's called the POCKET; Personal Operation Center Keying Everywhere Together, what means that we are located in place that exists outside the realm of time, but yet is connected to every point in time. The doors you see are the means of connections. Now that has been cleared up I hope that you refrained from using violence. I can promise you that I and everyone else in this room mean you no harm"
"Doors? Time? What do you mean?"
Chipi looks at the others, his blank stare not really letting off any emotion. Well, it seems to me what the person is saying is that this place is like a... Uuuh... Well a time machine of sorts... I think... Am I right? he says to everyone, the voice in their heads.
Jet quickly turns to face Thomen.
"It'll be a lot easier to show you then explaining it, follow me."
As he says this he starts walks to one corner of the room. Who will follow?
"Time? Like that thing that just happened. What'sit... Time comrending? No, Time Compression! That's it. You don't look like no Sorceress to me, though." Despite his misgivings, Orion followed after Jet, his long, black, military style coat billowing behind him as he walked. Although he didn't show a proclivity for violence Ay the moment, he kept his hand on the silver pommel of his falcata.
A small twitchy young blonde haired man, his eyes are vibrant violet, dressed in rather dark clothing, a cloak included, a silvery pendant hangs from his neck, a pack full of gear slung over his back, and a dark red scarf wrapped around him tightly, oddly enough he has cat ears and a long tail.
He sighs, looking around nervously, his voice small I'm Artemis...Artemis Roen there's a slight pause as he mentions his family name, as if he's unused to it, Artemis follows obediently asking along the way What do you want from us?
Jet speaks up right after finished his question.
"It's quite simple, someone or thing has been messing with the flow of time and I've been tasked with calling forth the Time Guardians; beings foretold to help repair the timeline." Jet pauses speaking and pulls out a key chain with over dozen keys on it. "Now, if you don't believe me let me tell you all this; I'm from the future, and week ago I had two parents and two older brothers and lived in a paradise," Jet inserts one of the keys into a gray, almost rotten looking door."When I awoke this morning, apparently my parents and my oldest brother had been dead for 20 years ago, my other brother died a year ago and this was my paradise."
As he finishes speaking he swings the door open.
looking out the doorway you see what looks like a color drained beach view, the smell of decay leaking into the room.
"So anyone want to have a better look?"
Chipi shivers. looks like sin got to it... he says, But worse!
"So, wait, the Sorceress with her time whatever did win?" Orion scratched his head, looking confused.
When asked if anyone wanted a better look, he started going through the door without any hesitation.
but before you could progress any more you are dragged back into the room, the door is quickly closed and locked behind you.
This is horrible, i'll help if i can but i mean i'm not sure how i can. Artemis comments sighing, If i'm being honest i expected my first real glimpse of the outside to be something, a bit better.
Jet turns to face the group.
"So do you all now understand the truth and importance in what I'm saying? Believe me I know it's scary to realize but you four are currently the most important being in the timeline. But let this be known you can leave. you can forgot everything that you learn and go back to your normal life's, so I ask all of you; What will you choose?"
I... i was leaving home anyway, males of my kind don't usually get to see things like this we're to rare to be put in danger. Artemis speaks up slightly more confident, pulling up the hood on his cloak, If i go back i'll just be stuck in my room until my wedding, i'm staying to help however i can.
Chipi salutes, his stereotypical Black mage hat flopping over to the side of his head. Of course! Any opportunity to learn is an opportunity worth taking!
"Bloody Ifrit that place's a mess, but if you're askin' if I'mma run away from this problem, then nah, even if it did come after what basically amounts to kidnappin'." Orion looked around to the group. It consisted of some weird looking folk, but that simply made him shrug and he offered his hand. "Orion Sarilla, toughest bastard outta Garden."
Chipi holds out a knife... Then realized that he did, taking it back and instead holding out his hand, Chipi Cherio! Black mage in training! he says, florishing his robes.
"Well... I was looking for a new clan anyway, and I wanted to help Marche. This seems the closest I can get for now, and I want to go back to Ivalice, so count me in."
Artemis's ears perk up, He's clearly excited Your a mage?! That's amazing. I was never allowed to learn magic, always wanted to though.
"Ok then, since thats now done out of way, might as well give each of you your room keys"
As Jet is saying this his he hands each of you a key.
"Actual keys, okay, old school. So where's the room and when're we going out there to wreck havoc and save days?"
Orion took the key he was handed and slipped it into the pocket of his coat.
"Umm... okay, keys." Thomen is still a bit shocked. "So, we get rooms... because we're... in... we don't know." He tries to make sense.
"Listen... before going to sleep and all that, could you give us ten minutes together, so that we can discuss all that?"
"Sure, and also your room should be the one with your name on it."
As Jet finishes talking he walks over to crystal white door behind him and opens it. but before he walks in he quickly turns around.
"Also not to surprise you or anything but the rooms automatically adjust to look like the place you are most comfortable in."
As he finishes this last through he quickly turns back around and walks though the door, closing it behind him.
Chipi thinks for a moment, So.. my room will be a green open field? he thinks some more... Why didn't you say so!?!
Once given some time to 'adjust strategies', Thomen talks to his 'mates'.
Alright, guys, what do you think or say about all this? I... don't know what to believe, last thing I remember is I needed to go to the loo... and then I'm popping here." He looks at the others in the face. "What we saw through that door was... terrible. If this is all true, I would like to help fix it." He waits to hear the others' opinions, while wondering if his room will look like the Millenium Falcon...
"I think it's a load of malarkey, but, Iunno. I'mma guess the trains back home don't run here. I already said I was gunna help, and I'm gunna. Even if some of you look weird and I don't know what's goin' on." Orion scratched the stubble on his chin and wondered about his room like the others had. It would probably look like a standard issue Garden dorm, and that was fine by him. The cots were surprisingly comfortable.
He'll turn to Chipi. "So what's a Black Mage?"
I believe it, if only because there's no other explaintion, Magic is dangerous and powerful so there's a chance time magic is real. That and seeing that land...it's dead and ruined. Artemis states, Last i remember was being in my fiance's room, and then poof, i was here.
Chipi salutes, I am a black mage!!! he says. i cast magics to destroy my enemies!
"Oh. Yeah. Para-Magic and all that junk. I'd do it, too, but never did get good at Junctionin'. So good on you lil stabby buddy. Good on you." Orion will look at the rest of his party members. "What about alla'y'all? What can you guys do?"
When asked, Thomen looks at his greatsword, then back again at Orion. "I... uh... hit things. With swords. The bigger the better. The things, or the swords, or both."
Cooking cleaning, basic child care, My sister taught me martial arts, i can climb pretty well and track decently, oh and i can pick a lock and break magic alarms.
Chipi- once again feeling like saying something- Chimes right in. I BLOW STUFF UP! he says, like it was the most amazing feat he could accomplish.
"I also hit things with a sword, and I wasn't kiddin' about the toughest bastard thing. I can take a heck of a lot of damage. Kinda famous for it, actually," Orion rubbed his nose like it wasn't a big deal, but it was definitely a big deal.
"Still, thinkin' this team could be gettin' stuff done."
As the discussion is drawn to an end, the group decides to retire to their rooms for the night, seeing that Jet does speak truth of rooms. The night goes undisturbed expect for poor Chipi Cherio.
The night had begun as a peaceful one; dreams of adventures with the group, learning new and powerful magic, and returning to back home a hero. But as the picture of your home begins to take shape, it is quickly distorted to that of a large golden metropolis. Nothing begins to seem off, the city appears to be at peace. Only really after do you notice that all the city resident are hume, but that being the only thing weird about doesn't cause you much distress. Only after a while does anything happen. You are shown a familiar but still horrifying site; Sin. The once peaceful city is now in mass chaos. but yet you feel this is alright, like this was suppose to happen. As you continue to watch the panic, you can see that there are two people fighting the creatures of sin. one that is in red while another is yellow. but as you continue to watch you see that for some reason the person in yellow is gone. Noticing this bring you unbelievable amount of dread. the scene in front of you begins to dissipate from you. as you begin to feel your self wake up, a name echoes in your mind; Zanarkand.
Orion was an early riser. All in his position were. His room had taken the form of his Garden dorm, a comfortable place with plenty of SeeD memorabilia that really made him feel like he was at home. The room beside his own, as the students received two person dorms, was empty, but that was fine. After showering, shaving, and making sure his bed was in pristine shape Orion would get dressed back in full gear, including his beloved armored coat, falcata, and shield. He wasn't about to let his guard down in this new place just yet, not walking around at least.
Taking a step out of his dorm, Orion looked down the hallway and scratched at his chin. "Where'in the heck is the cafeteria?"
Having slept like a baby, Thomen washes his face and brushes his teeth before getting dressed and going back to the 'living room' where they talked yesterday.
"Good morning y'all" he greets, lifting his hand. "Any sign of our host?"
Artemis yawns walking out of a somewhat extravagant if empty room filled with pictures of him with the same girl. Morning, He looks half asleep still , Need a kitchen, i guess it doesn't hurt to,look around.
"Nah, ain't seen Jet. Food'll be good, though."
Orion would look at his two new comrades and start looking at the doors. "Hey, which one of these rooms belongs to that short guy, Chipi?"
Chipi burst out of his room, There is a problem! A person,... Ahh...
Was his name Zanarkand... Or was that the guy dressed in red... Oh, nevermind, I have had the worst dream! Which was weird Because of all the things happening in it, the scariest thing was a missing persons... Even with monsters overrunning and destroying the city, OH WAIT! Zanarkand is the city isn't it? Oh, I Donno! Anyways, how're you?
Thomen seems a bit confused by Chipi's babbling. "Ehh... Sorry? I didn't get a word."
Chipi shrugs, I had a dream, about Zanarkand... And sin, and two people fighting his sinspawn, then one was gone, and I was filled with a terrific dread, like such a thing was wrong. But it's just a dream, so I see no issue why you didn't understand? he says, lifting his lantern up to Thomen. Perhaps you've suffered a Dire injury! You need a white mage to heal you up!
Um...What Sin, and Zanarkand for that matter Artemis raises his hand, much like a school boy.
"Sounds to me like you just had a nightmare, never heard of no Zanarkind or somethin' called Sin. Makes sense though. New place, new room; can understand ya gettin' a bit twitchy."
Orion's stomach would growl loudly. "But if you wanna talk about it over breakfast, that's fair game."
"I like White Mages. They're usually nice people."