Post by xiahtic on May 2, 2013 1:48:36 GMT -5
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You are my Hero
It is time I become yours.
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"They say Tantalus is going to perform another set of songs then the play would start afterwards."
The robed maiden looked up, her hood falling down to reveal golden locks and surprised, green eyes. There was no doubt in her mind now where she is, although she still did not say one word. It had been a week since her return to this world; to a world she once visited when she was younger and naive and she felt herself relax at the thought of being in a familiar place. The Air Cab whizzed through the industrial district and her plans of getting off were put to rest as she changed her mind and remained seated as the rest of the passengers filed out, off to another day's work, oblivious of the maiden's dilemma.
It had been years since Cecil disappeared to fight a distant war, and she had never heard of him, nor of Kain since then. Her heart ached to be with him more than ever, and thus, began her journey to search for the man she loved. She visited worlds as well, taking care not to spend too much of her energy to jump from one world to another, learning a lot of things from the people she met whilst learning of other threats that circled every world in the universe. Rosa looked out of the window, marvelling at the magnificence of this city, Lindblum, a huge stretch against the quaintness of Treno. She then remembered Zidane, the friend she met during her stay and wondered if this is the same Tantalus that he was part of.
The announcement of their descent brought the Queen out of her musings, standing up after the cab halted to a stop and allowing the attendant to help her out. She smiled at his demeanor and continued forward, her soft robe hiding her garments as she walked out of the station, gazing around the new environment, thinking about where to start. She refrained from asking too much questions; just general directions to where she might find this and that and went on her way. Rosa was careful not to linger in a place for too long, lingering always brought those shadows towards her and she didn't want to bring harm to innocent people. She remembered these shadows swarming Baron castle and Ceodore fought beside her to fend them off, displaying the valor that he inherited from his father. She knew the kingdom is alright with him left to command everything, and she is thankful that her son understood why she needed to go.
Above all else, she held a beacon of hope that she could find Cecil one day. Visions of her turning a corner, or an alley, or a field and seeing his silvery hair swaying in the air would haunt her in her sleep. Mirages of his silhouette would haunt her every waking hour, and the scent of him would always trick her senses. Rosa was beginning to lose hope when she stepped foot in Lindblum, but maybe, just maybe, a certain thief could help her.
She began to wander around the district, seeing art and hearing music everywhere she looked. It is a very remarkable place, and she had no difficulty imagining Zidane growing up here. She walked down a cobbled street, smiling at passers-by as they waved and stopped in front of a building with a huge clock. She looked around, noticing that the place is deserted and spotted a sign board at the far right, making her raise an eyebrow. It spoke of color charms and the like but no mention of Tantalus. She was beginning to doubt that she had the right place.
Just as she was about to turn and leave, she heard giggles inside the establishment. She moved forward, stepping inside the doorway and finding two children, a boy and a girl playing with a miniature model of an airship, lost in their own world. She smiled and moved closer, "Hello, is this where I can find the Tantalus theater Troupe?"
"Yes miss! We are part of Tantalus too you know!" The boy gave her a toothy grin, standing up and bowing before nudging the girl beside him, "But boss and the others are not here, they're at the pub that makes weird things down at the industrial district." he continued.
"I see, thank you." She patted both of their heads and stood up, "Do you know them, miss?"
Rosa looked back at them and pulled up her hood before turning around, "I don't know if he remembers me, but yes, I do know one of them."
She silently wished she had just gotten off at the Industrial District, but then again, she wouldn't know where to look if she had. She stepped inside the smoky pub, her hood still drawn as the waitress dodged her to serve one table, raising an eyebrow at her strange garb before turning and muttering something about 'weirdoes showing up everywhere'. Rosa frowned, not used to such rudeness but she remembered that she is not in Baron anymore; a Queen's authority could only count where she rules after all.
The pub is crowded and smelled of stale ale and something else. She crinkled her nose, finding the assault of smells unpleasant but it is something she can live with. Rosa walked from table to table, with agile feet she dodged the drunken that are sprawled on the floor, or their limbs haphazardly strawn out from their stupor and made her way towards the back. There he was, sat on a table with maybe a few of his friends, seeing as they dressed in similarly fashioned garbs, although of different styles. She was about to move towards them until she noticed the other man near, and she became wary. Is he friend, or foe, but surely if he is someone dangerous Zidane would have not let him join them. Putting those thoughts aside, she went towards the table and pulled off her hood, greeting her old friend with a smile, "It's nice to see you again, Zidane."
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