Another boring day of boring work.
That's about all you can say to sum it up, really. You've...
That's about all you can say to sum it up, really. You've...
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Another boring day of boring work.
That's about all you can say to sum it up, really. You've been working as a cashier for how long? Summer's almost over, nearly time to go back to school. Another year at university.
Familiar thoughts drift through your mind once more as you smile and thank the old lady, helping her put groceries into her cart. Boring stuff, really. Sometimes, you wish your life was more exciting. Maybe if you were a super hero, or a genius scientist, or maybe even a martial artist. Anything but the clerk at a grocery store.
Then again, you always were a dreamer. Most of the time your head is up in the clouds, with only the barest minimum of your consciousness anchored to reality and its mundane tasks.
When you were younger, you used to pretend that your tasks were 'quests'. That somehow you were the hero of your own story, off to have great adventures, and great quests.
"Hey there, welcome to-" You cut yourself off, stopping your automatic greeting as you look at your customer. She's a mess. There's no other way to describe it, really. Sweatshirt, sweat pants, a crappy hat that barely hides her dirty blonde hair.
No, not dirty blonde as in the color, dirty blonde as in she bleached it and then rolled in filth. Her eyes are all messed up as well, and you resist the urge to cringe when you see her teeth. "Your money." She growls, even her voice unattractive.
You blink, at once pulling your thoughts from where they were drifting, as the store comes into a kind of clarity you sometimes achieve when you focus.
She's got a gun.
You're being robbed.
God damn your life sucks. You nod, mechanically pushing the buttons to open the till. To hell with store policy... You don't even remember what store policy is in this case, but you're pretty sure 'taking a bullet for a few hundred bucks' isn't anywhere on it.
Your 'transaction' goes smoothly, even as you eye the gun and try not to die of a heart attack. You can hear the blood pounding in your heart as you pile the money out in front of her, accidentally adding a few books of stamps for good measure.
Everything is going smoothly. No need to panic. You just-
BANG!
Your eyes flick up to where your idiot teenage co-worker just knocked over the magazine rack. The noise is enough to startle the strung out robber, and you see her hand tense in slow motion.
God damn it Griffin!
Your last real thoughts are that guns are surprisingly loud.
[X] Wake up
-[] In a suit of crappy looking armor, resting against the remains of a broken down wall. Around you, young men and women in similar garb mill about, waiting for orders.
-[] In a bizarre-looking school uniform, looking up at the shaded underside of a tree. Around you, what must be students hang out like on any other campus... Did that guy just use magic?
-[] As a kid, struggling to gain a few more minutes of sleep. Outside of the window, a sprawling city stretches out in all directions, and flying cars swarm through the air. A friend of yours is shaking you awake though, wearing surprisingly old-fashioned clothing.
(Also, *puts on professor oak mask* Are you []Male or []Female.)
That's about all you can say to sum it up, really. You've been working as a cashier for how long? Summer's almost over, nearly time to go back to school. Another year at university.
Familiar thoughts drift through your mind once more as you smile and thank the old lady, helping her put groceries into her cart. Boring stuff, really. Sometimes, you wish your life was more exciting. Maybe if you were a super hero, or a genius scientist, or maybe even a martial artist. Anything but the clerk at a grocery store.
Then again, you always were a dreamer. Most of the time your head is up in the clouds, with only the barest minimum of your consciousness anchored to reality and its mundane tasks.
When you were younger, you used to pretend that your tasks were 'quests'. That somehow you were the hero of your own story, off to have great adventures, and great quests.
"Hey there, welcome to-" You cut yourself off, stopping your automatic greeting as you look at your customer. She's a mess. There's no other way to describe it, really. Sweatshirt, sweat pants, a crappy hat that barely hides her dirty blonde hair.
No, not dirty blonde as in the color, dirty blonde as in she bleached it and then rolled in filth. Her eyes are all messed up as well, and you resist the urge to cringe when you see her teeth. "Your money." She growls, even her voice unattractive.
You blink, at once pulling your thoughts from where they were drifting, as the store comes into a kind of clarity you sometimes achieve when you focus.
She's got a gun.
You're being robbed.
God damn your life sucks. You nod, mechanically pushing the buttons to open the till. To hell with store policy... You don't even remember what store policy is in this case, but you're pretty sure 'taking a bullet for a few hundred bucks' isn't anywhere on it.
Your 'transaction' goes smoothly, even as you eye the gun and try not to die of a heart attack. You can hear the blood pounding in your heart as you pile the money out in front of her, accidentally adding a few books of stamps for good measure.
Everything is going smoothly. No need to panic. You just-
BANG!
Your eyes flick up to where your idiot teenage co-worker just knocked over the magazine rack. The noise is enough to startle the strung out robber, and you see her hand tense in slow motion.
God damn it Griffin!
Your last real thoughts are that guns are surprisingly loud.
[X] Wake up
-[] In a suit of crappy looking armor, resting against the remains of a broken down wall. Around you, young men and women in similar garb mill about, waiting for orders.
-[] In a bizarre-looking school uniform, looking up at the shaded underside of a tree. Around you, what must be students hang out like on any other campus... Did that guy just use magic?
-[] As a kid, struggling to gain a few more minutes of sleep. Outside of the window, a sprawling city stretches out in all directions, and flying cars swarm through the air. A friend of yours is shaking you awake though, wearing surprisingly old-fashioned clothing.
(Also, *puts on professor oak mask* Are you []Male or []Female.)
A Nation's Virtue
南國山河南帝居
[X] Wake up
-[X] In a suit of crappy looking armor, resting against the remains of a broken down wall. Around you, young men and women in similar garb mill about, waiting for orders.
[X] Female
-[X] In a suit of crappy looking armor, resting against the remains of a broken down wall. Around you, young men and women in similar garb mill about, waiting for orders.
[X] Female
[X] Wake up
-[X] In a bizarre-looking school uniform, looking up at the shaded underside of a tree. Around you, what must be students hang out like on any other campus... Did that guy just use magic?
[X] Female.
-[X] In a bizarre-looking school uniform, looking up at the shaded underside of a tree. Around you, what must be students hang out like on any other campus... Did that guy just use magic?
[X] Female.
[X] Crappy suit of armor.
[X] We're beyond genders!
[X] We're beyond genders!
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Husky Fighter Novice
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- Catarina
Any possible hints as to what the settings are, @Aubergine?
[X] Wake up
-[X] In a suit of crappy looking armor, resting against the remains of a broken down wall. Around you, young men and women in similar garb mill about, waiting for orders.
I've no preference for gender, so I'll abstain from the vote.
[X] Wake up
-[X] In a suit of crappy looking armor, resting against the remains of a broken down wall. Around you, young men and women in similar garb mill about, waiting for orders.
I've no preference for gender, so I'll abstain from the vote.
[X] Wake up
-[X] In a suit of crappy looking armor, resting against the remains of a broken down wall. Around you, young men and women in similar garb mill about, waiting for orders.
[X]Male
-[X] In a suit of crappy looking armor, resting against the remains of a broken down wall. Around you, young men and women in similar garb mill about, waiting for orders.
[X]Male
-[X] In a suit of crappy looking armor, resting against the remains of a broken down wall. Around you, young men and women in similar garb mill about, waiting for orders.
[X] Female.
You awake with a start, heart still racing as you take in the world around you. Familiar faces, familiar ruins, the same familiar smell of smoke and filth. You know exactly where you are.
That dream you just had doesn't fade away like your dreams usually do. It lingers, instead, at the back of your mind. An entire lifetime on a far away world.
You don't remember all of it, of course, but who can really remember their entire life. Still, the feeling strikes you as odd. It didn't feel like a dream at a time, yet neither does this? What the heck is that supposed to mean?
"Damn Sanya, you really can fall asleep anywhere huh?" One of your companions, Jeremy, calls out to you, getting a laugh from your troupe.
"What can I say, your attempts at entertainment leave few viable routes of escape." You shrug off his remarks, and haul yourself upright. It's odd, you now have two full lifetimes of memories rolling around in your head.
A world far different from this one, with cars and tv and computers. There's so much knowledge there, but you have no idea if any of it is 'real' or not.
And then there's this lifetime. You grew up the only daughter to a pair of farmers, caught on the border of Ivalice when war broke out. Your home, your parents, even your village was swept aside in the conflict, and you were forced further inland to make a living for yourself. Those were not comforting years.
With some struggle you managed to pry your way into joining the military, following the order of the Southern Sky. You aren't high ranking, at all, barely a squire, but you know enough to wear your armor well and swing a sword.
And then fortune dealt you another raw hand. Dragged along on the 'glorious' venture as your troop marched at the king's back towards Viura, the Ordalian capital. Marching until being dumped in some ransacked hole of a former village and told to 'watch the rear'.
It's been weeks since you've received any orders. For all you know, the war could be over by now.
"You alright?" Martine, your resident white mage asks. He's a decent lad, young and baby-faced, too caring for his own good, and barely able to work a cure spell under pressure. You'd probably resent being paired with him, had he not saved dozens of lives already.
"Bad dream." You remark, remembering in vivid detail that weapon. That gun, going off. What the hell was up with that?
"Well, wake up and shake it off. I want to go search the village again. Could be something we missed the last few times." Timothy, your resident 'scout'. He's a crafty little bastard, but everyone knows the proper name for people like him is 'thief'.
"We're here to hold the line. Not to loot the place." Jeremy rebuffs him.
"Could be something we missed though. Spies, infiltrators, people in need of assistance?" Timothy grins, playing on poor Martine's gentle heart. "Come on, you know you want to check it out."
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[] One more look couldn't hurt. Besides, patrols are something troupes do, aren't they?
[] Orders are orders. Just because you haven't got new ones, doesn't mean you can stop following the old ones.
[] Leave the others to do what they want. You need to figure all this out.
[X] Female.
You awake with a start, heart still racing as you take in the world around you. Familiar faces, familiar ruins, the same familiar smell of smoke and filth. You know exactly where you are.
That dream you just had doesn't fade away like your dreams usually do. It lingers, instead, at the back of your mind. An entire lifetime on a far away world.
You don't remember all of it, of course, but who can really remember their entire life. Still, the feeling strikes you as odd. It didn't feel like a dream at a time, yet neither does this? What the heck is that supposed to mean?
"Damn Sanya, you really can fall asleep anywhere huh?" One of your companions, Jeremy, calls out to you, getting a laugh from your troupe.
"What can I say, your attempts at entertainment leave few viable routes of escape." You shrug off his remarks, and haul yourself upright. It's odd, you now have two full lifetimes of memories rolling around in your head.
A world far different from this one, with cars and tv and computers. There's so much knowledge there, but you have no idea if any of it is 'real' or not.
And then there's this lifetime. You grew up the only daughter to a pair of farmers, caught on the border of Ivalice when war broke out. Your home, your parents, even your village was swept aside in the conflict, and you were forced further inland to make a living for yourself. Those were not comforting years.
With some struggle you managed to pry your way into joining the military, following the order of the Southern Sky. You aren't high ranking, at all, barely a squire, but you know enough to wear your armor well and swing a sword.
And then fortune dealt you another raw hand. Dragged along on the 'glorious' venture as your troop marched at the king's back towards Viura, the Ordalian capital. Marching until being dumped in some ransacked hole of a former village and told to 'watch the rear'.
It's been weeks since you've received any orders. For all you know, the war could be over by now.
"You alright?" Martine, your resident white mage asks. He's a decent lad, young and baby-faced, too caring for his own good, and barely able to work a cure spell under pressure. You'd probably resent being paired with him, had he not saved dozens of lives already.
"Bad dream." You remark, remembering in vivid detail that weapon. That gun, going off. What the hell was up with that?
"Well, wake up and shake it off. I want to go search the village again. Could be something we missed the last few times." Timothy, your resident 'scout'. He's a crafty little bastard, but everyone knows the proper name for people like him is 'thief'.
"We're here to hold the line. Not to loot the place." Jeremy rebuffs him.
"Could be something we missed though. Spies, infiltrators, people in need of assistance?" Timothy grins, playing on poor Martine's gentle heart. "Come on, you know you want to check it out."
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[] One more look couldn't hurt. Besides, patrols are something troupes do, aren't they?
[] Orders are orders. Just because you haven't got new ones, doesn't mean you can stop following the old ones.
[] Leave the others to do what they want. You need to figure all this out.
King Arthur
The Once and Future King
[X] One more look couldn't hurt. Besides, patrols are something troupes do, aren't they?
WanderingEye
smol skeleton
[X] One more look couldn't hurt. Besides, patrols are something troupes do, aren't they?
[X] One more look couldn't hurt. Besides, patrols are something troupes do, aren't they?
[X] Orders are orders. Just because you haven't got new ones, doesn't mean you can stop following the old ones.
[X] One more look couldn't hurt. Besides, patrols are something troupes do, aren't they?
Mindless Drone
Observe, Learn, and React.
[x] Leave the others to do what they want. You need to figure all this out.
