Tidus (
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thecooler2018-10-14 03:55 pm
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Who: Tidus and OPEN
What: Arriving/freaking out/trying to be cool about it
When: Day 21
Where: Residential area
Warnings: Nudity, spoilers for an 17 year old game, existential crises, the usual. Will update if needed.
What were things like after death? Back in Tidus's hometown, it had been a taboo subject, for reasons he was only just now beginning to understand. When he'd come to Spira and seen his departed mother's echo, he thought he'd had an answer: he'd go to the Farplane, the colorful, flower-filled afterlife that most Spirans reached someday. He'd find his father, and Yuna's, and maybe bug Auron some more. He wasn't exactly happy about choosing to die, but the hope was that it wouldn't be a bad afterlife.
The frigid chill and unforgiving metal that greeted him when he awoke again? Was nothing at all like his expectations. He lifted an arm to shield his eyes from the glare of the spotlight, noting with some confusion that his arm-guard was absent. He glanced down and found that he'd been stripped bare. Well, that explained the chill.
Then there was a voice telling him to step forward into the unknown. He glanced around, squinting at the darkness...had others come this way? They probably had. He scrambled to his feet, projecting more confidence than he actually felt. But there was just one thing to do before he left.
He lifted a hand to his mouth, sucked in a breath, and made some unintelligible sputtering sound. His fingers were too cold to even manage a whistle. He sighed, balled his fists, and strode along the lighted path, only to stop like a deer in headlights when the door reveals a living space. And...people?
After a few seconds, he closed the door, leaning against it with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes as he glanced around the room. He lifted a leg just enough to cover himself for the sake of politeness, suppressing a shiver. "So, uh, hey guys, what's shaking?"
What: Arriving/freaking out/trying to be cool about it
When: Day 21
Where: Residential area
Warnings: Nudity, spoilers for an 17 year old game, existential crises, the usual. Will update if needed.
What were things like after death? Back in Tidus's hometown, it had been a taboo subject, for reasons he was only just now beginning to understand. When he'd come to Spira and seen his departed mother's echo, he thought he'd had an answer: he'd go to the Farplane, the colorful, flower-filled afterlife that most Spirans reached someday. He'd find his father, and Yuna's, and maybe bug Auron some more. He wasn't exactly happy about choosing to die, but the hope was that it wouldn't be a bad afterlife.
The frigid chill and unforgiving metal that greeted him when he awoke again? Was nothing at all like his expectations. He lifted an arm to shield his eyes from the glare of the spotlight, noting with some confusion that his arm-guard was absent. He glanced down and found that he'd been stripped bare. Well, that explained the chill.
Then there was a voice telling him to step forward into the unknown. He glanced around, squinting at the darkness...had others come this way? They probably had. He scrambled to his feet, projecting more confidence than he actually felt. But there was just one thing to do before he left.
He lifted a hand to his mouth, sucked in a breath, and made some unintelligible sputtering sound. His fingers were too cold to even manage a whistle. He sighed, balled his fists, and strode along the lighted path, only to stop like a deer in headlights when the door reveals a living space. And...people?
After a few seconds, he closed the door, leaning against it with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes as he glanced around the room. He lifted a leg just enough to cover himself for the sake of politeness, suppressing a shiver. "So, uh, hey guys, what's shaking?"
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But showing too much weakness was a danger too. He lifted his head. "Think there's an ambush behind that door?"
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"I'm inclined to agree that nothing about this is looking to be in our favor." She smiles and it's one she's worn many times over her long fourteen years in the political sarlaac infested career in the Galactic Republic. "However, I'm not about to roll over for anyone, let alone a disembodied voice."
She throws her shoulders back and lets her face take on the appearance of disdain, looking more like the Former Queen of Naboo and Senator she is. "I think we won't know what's going on exactly unless we enter through that door."
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"I like your style. No weapons, so we'll have to use brains...and I think you're probably better at that than me. But I'm not going down easy either."
His smile's hesitant but genuine. "Oh, and I'm Tidus, by the way."
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"Thank you, but all it takes is keeping your eyes and ears open and thinking before you make a move." Not that she always does that herself. She's sure she's caused many ulcers amongst her guards and poor Obi-Wan more than once over the years.
She nods her head in greeting as he gives her his name. "Senator Padmé Amidala of Naboo. I wish we'd met under better circumstances, but the only thing we can do is go forward."
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"Right. Even...like this, I know a few tricks. Just hope I won't have to use them."
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Besides, she's always done what's best for others and has hardly ever thought about the consequences in regards to herself.
"Yes, I hope that we won't have to be aggressive either, but our awakening doesn't instill a great deal of confidence."
She takes a step towards the doors that slide open as she approaches it. "Let's get this over with, shall we?" And that's all she gives him to ready himself with before stepping through the now open bulkhead as regally as a queen.
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Tidus tried, as ever, to look confident as they entered. The good news was that there were no immediate traps. It was also marginally warmer, and looked like a habitable space. There were even signs of other people!
"We're not alone. Hope that's not a bad sign."