[ There's a certain serenity in nothingness, a lack of worry, a gentle repose. Yet even has her wits begin to return to her, the peace she feels in her being does not dissipate. A part of Himeka feels that she's been here before, or something like it. An expanse of stars, a large crystal beckoning her to hear, feel, think. But this is different, isn't it?
For one, she isn't alone.
Himeka stands at the apex where the two paths split. Despite the dreamy reverie about them, she has the distinct feeling that one path is the right one. But she stays still as another comes to stand near her. She watches them for a moment before inclining her head to the side. ]
Does one of these call out to you too?
iii. captivity, the wanderer
[ As unsettling as the situation already is, Himeka isn't inclined to linger inside the caves much longer. That there are others with her is both a boon and a concern, what with little to go off of on just how and why they are there. The remnants of her dream still rings in the back of her head, compounding a list of potential failures despite how hard she and her friends have been working to fight for their star. But one thing at a time...
When she emerges from the caverns, stumbling on uneasy legs, she finds death.
It's sadly a sight she's seen many times over, bodies strewn across the land before them. She doesn't recoil, but she does grimace. Too late, they're too late to do anything for these people, whoever they are. But it isn't the dead she should be concerning herself with... ]
iii-a. [you] are taken
[ The soldiers are waiting, marching forward towards all of those emerging from the caves. There's someone ahead of her by a few yalms, quickly being flanked by the armored figures. It doesn't take much to discern that the soldiers are likely responsible for the bodies around them, though whether that is for their benefit or woe is yet to be seen.
But it's a fair guess that given the way they begin to grab at and shuffle the other person along, they are not there to be kind. That leaves only one option in her mind--
As she tries to straighten and summon up a ball of lightning-aspected aether--....nothing happens. No familiar tingling at her finger tips or through her veins. ]
Shite.
[ Not good. So she does the next best thing she can think of... ]
Hey, tin-head!
[ And tosses a rock at one of the soldiers trying to cart the other recently awakened away. ]
iii-b. she is taken
[ Distracted a moment too long by the fallen, there are soldiers upon her before she has time to even straighten appropriately. Though it begins as a firm hand on her upper arm and shoulder, as she pulls away the grips quickly tighten. She begins to thrash, whipping her long tail at the armored man to her right, aiming for the back of his knees to send him off balance. ]
Let go!
[ A little help? ]
iv. waiting
[ The ruins are a small reprieve from the journey to them, but seeing how many have amassed in this place is a greater cause for worry than it is a comfort. Ever vigilant in the art of people-watching, Himeka sits quietly for a while as more and more in similar slops are filed in. Too many, it feels. Why so many?
Himeka sits perched on the edge of a fallen pillar as she munches quietly on her own rations. Eating is something of a familiar comfort she is glad to take in, even if the rations are bland. Yet she pauses as she watches another, looking just as lost as she has been feeling. Looking at her ration block, Himeka breaks a piece off and holds it out to them. ]
Here.
[ She forces a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. ]
A little something never hurts.
xx. wildcard
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Himeka Sui (WoL OC) | Final Fantasy XIV | Wanderer
[ There's a certain serenity in nothingness, a lack of worry, a gentle repose. Yet even has her wits begin to return to her, the peace she feels in her being does not dissipate. A part of Himeka feels that she's been here before, or something like it. An expanse of stars, a large crystal beckoning her to hear, feel, think. But this is different, isn't it?
For one, she isn't alone.
Himeka stands at the apex where the two paths split. Despite the dreamy reverie about them, she has the distinct feeling that one path is the right one. But she stays still as another comes to stand near her. She watches them for a moment before inclining her head to the side. ]
Does one of these call out to you too?
iii. captivity, the wanderer
[ As unsettling as the situation already is, Himeka isn't inclined to linger inside the caves much longer. That there are others with her is both a boon and a concern, what with little to go off of on just how and why they are there. The remnants of her dream still rings in the back of her head, compounding a list of potential failures despite how hard she and her friends have been working to fight for their star. But one thing at a time...
When she emerges from the caverns, stumbling on uneasy legs, she finds death.
It's sadly a sight she's seen many times over, bodies strewn across the land before them. She doesn't recoil, but she does grimace. Too late, they're too late to do anything for these people, whoever they are. But it isn't the dead she should be concerning herself with... ]
iii-a. [you] are taken
[ The soldiers are waiting, marching forward towards all of those emerging from the caves. There's someone ahead of her by a few yalms, quickly being flanked by the armored figures. It doesn't take much to discern that the soldiers are likely responsible for the bodies around them, though whether that is for their benefit or woe is yet to be seen.
But it's a fair guess that given the way they begin to grab at and shuffle the other person along, they are not there to be kind. That leaves only one option in her mind--
As she tries to straighten and summon up a ball of lightning-aspected aether--....nothing happens. No familiar tingling at her finger tips or through her veins. ]
Shite.
[ Not good. So she does the next best thing she can think of... ]
Hey, tin-head!
[ And tosses a rock at one of the soldiers trying to cart the other recently awakened away. ]
iii-b. she is taken
[ Distracted a moment too long by the fallen, there are soldiers upon her before she has time to even straighten appropriately. Though it begins as a firm hand on her upper arm and shoulder, as she pulls away the grips quickly tighten. She begins to thrash, whipping her long tail at the armored man to her right, aiming for the back of his knees to send him off balance. ]
Let go!
[ A little help? ]
iv. waiting
[ The ruins are a small reprieve from the journey to them, but seeing how many have amassed in this place is a greater cause for worry than it is a comfort. Ever vigilant in the art of people-watching, Himeka sits quietly for a while as more and more in similar slops are filed in. Too many, it feels. Why so many?
Himeka sits perched on the edge of a fallen pillar as she munches quietly on her own rations. Eating is something of a familiar comfort she is glad to take in, even if the rations are bland. Yet she pauses as she watches another, looking just as lost as she has been feeling. Looking at her ration block, Himeka breaks a piece off and holds it out to them. ]
Here.
[ She forces a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. ]
A little something never hurts.
xx. wildcard
[ ooc; I am open to anything I have already put up! Feel free to hit me up on plurk too at
Also I default to brackets but am happy to match your style! ]