This... was not what he'd expected. Then again, it wasn't the first time he'd been led around like a chocobo on a lead when being kidnapped to yet another world. In fact, it was getting to be a bit of a headache. That being said, he had no intention of just following behind the person who gave him the satchel, or the 'gifts' within it. Instead he headed straight to find what information he could about what was going on. The last places hadn't been forthcoming.
So it was that Nida found himself in the wonder of the Historium, and damn, but his jaw was on the floor to see it.
"I've never seen this many books in one place in my life," he observed, perhaps a bit too loud for a library setting. And almost immediately he was moving to a bookshelf to look at spines.
Later on, once he was able to pull himself away from the wonder of so many books he found himself exploring the open-air markets. While spices and produce caught and held his fancy, there was something about the jeweler that froze him in his tracks. His eyes caught on a ring, and he couldn't help the tears that stung at his eyes.
"Who were you?" he asks quietly of the people around him, and considered the weight of the coins in his pouch. Could he... could he afford something?
2. Fun and Games - Square
Street performers were probably the coolest thing ever. Nida smiled as he stood back, watching the show one was putting on, entertaining people all around with beautiful slight of hand tricks. Of course, as someone trained in such things, he always caught what the trick was, but he still smiled to watch it, pouch kept close at hand to protect it from potential thieves.
"Do they do this every day?" he asks of the person next to him, assuming they have been here longer than he has. "Because I think I could watch this all the time."
IT was great to see people good at their craft after all.
3. Repowered - Noble District
After a bit of exploring Nida found himself wandering away from the populated and intact regions and into the an area a bit more rundown area of town. It reminded him almost immediately of the wealthier parts of Galbadia, and at last he moved into the yard of a clearly once high-end manor. Once there he sat down, cross-legged, and closed his eyes. He could feel it there, a presence that had been missing so long, so much a part of him that the lack of it had been... breaking. Magic. He had his magic back.
Nida held his hands out before him, meditating as he delved into his own mind and felt her slide right into place, a proud smile curving at his lips as with the spirit the spells came. And he rose a hand, thrusting it forward, and a light moved forward from his hand, two bright blue rings bursting forth from his hand and then curling back over him, settling close to his skin in a protective shield. Nida laughed and jumped to his feet then, putting his hand close to his chest and calling to the spirit inside of him. Orbs of light danced around him, centering on the hand at his chest before he thrust his hand above him and she came to his call. And Siren answers. The woman, beautiful, ethereal, towering over him with her feathered hips and sides and the wings sprouting from her head comes, harp in hand. But with no enemies to direct her to, the attack does not come with her, and after a half a moment and her blowing him a kiss, the Guardian Force fades away.
"Welcome home, Siren," Nida says, not aware that he may have been watched.
4. Memories - Housing Square
Evening approaches falls and Nida returns to the place he's been told is his home now. Once there he sits down in view of the door and... waits. Watches. The people there are strangers, and he frowns as they walk by. Frowns and turns his attention skyward, reaching up toward the stars.
"They're different," he observes pointlessly. Different from his world, different from the Iteration, different from the City. Lost, again. Lost somewhere in the multiverse, but this time, something's different.
Something's missing. He's missing.
"Hyne take this place," he curses angrily, fist moving down to hit the ground. "Giving me freedom and a chance, but did you have to take all the rest of it away?"
Because the longer that he'd been here, the more and more Nida realized something was missing. Memories were missing. Had Siren eaten them away already, making up for lost time? Or was something else wrong here, had something about his arrival gone wrong? What had this place stolen from him, what had it chosen to take and did that mean that the last places had stolen things as well?
"What is the point in stealing them from me? What does it even serve?"
Nida | Final Fantasy 8 CRAU (Dualis/6i) | OTA
This... was not what he'd expected. Then again, it wasn't the first time he'd been led around like a chocobo on a lead when being kidnapped to yet another world. In fact, it was getting to be a bit of a headache. That being said, he had no intention of just following behind the person who gave him the satchel, or the 'gifts' within it. Instead he headed straight to find what information he could about what was going on. The last places hadn't been forthcoming.
So it was that Nida found himself in the wonder of the Historium, and damn, but his jaw was on the floor to see it.
"I've never seen this many books in one place in my life," he observed, perhaps a bit too loud for a library setting. And almost immediately he was moving to a bookshelf to look at spines.
Later on, once he was able to pull himself away from the wonder of so many books he found himself exploring the open-air markets. While spices and produce caught and held his fancy, there was something about the jeweler that froze him in his tracks. His eyes caught on a ring, and he couldn't help the tears that stung at his eyes.
"Who were you?" he asks quietly of the people around him, and considered the weight of the coins in his pouch. Could he... could he afford something?
2. Fun and Games - Square
Street performers were probably the coolest thing ever. Nida smiled as he stood back, watching the show one was putting on, entertaining people all around with beautiful slight of hand tricks. Of course, as someone trained in such things, he always caught what the trick was, but he still smiled to watch it, pouch kept close at hand to protect it from potential thieves.
"Do they do this every day?" he asks of the person next to him, assuming they have been here longer than he has. "Because I think I could watch this all the time."
IT was great to see people good at their craft after all.
3. Repowered - Noble District
After a bit of exploring Nida found himself wandering away from the populated and intact regions and into the an area a bit more rundown area of town. It reminded him almost immediately of the wealthier parts of Galbadia, and at last he moved into the yard of a clearly once high-end manor. Once there he sat down, cross-legged, and closed his eyes. He could feel it there, a presence that had been missing so long, so much a part of him that the lack of it had been... breaking. Magic. He had his magic back.
Nida held his hands out before him, meditating as he delved into his own mind and felt her slide right into place, a proud smile curving at his lips as with the spirit the spells came. And he rose a hand, thrusting it forward, and a light moved forward from his hand, two bright blue rings bursting forth from his hand and then curling back over him, settling close to his skin in a protective shield. Nida laughed and jumped to his feet then, putting his hand close to his chest and calling to the spirit inside of him. Orbs of light danced around him, centering on the hand at his chest before he thrust his hand above him and she came to his call. And Siren answers. The woman, beautiful, ethereal, towering over him with her feathered hips and sides and the wings sprouting from her head comes, harp in hand. But with no enemies to direct her to, the attack does not come with her, and after a half a moment and her blowing him a kiss, the Guardian Force fades away.
"Welcome home, Siren," Nida says, not aware that he may have been watched.
4. Memories - Housing Square
Evening approaches falls and Nida returns to the place he's been told is his home now. Once there he sits down in view of the door and... waits. Watches. The people there are strangers, and he frowns as they walk by. Frowns and turns his attention skyward, reaching up toward the stars.
"They're different," he observes pointlessly. Different from his world, different from the Iteration, different from the City. Lost, again. Lost somewhere in the multiverse, but this time, something's different.
Something's missing. He's missing.
"Hyne take this place," he curses angrily, fist moving down to hit the ground. "Giving me freedom and a chance, but did you have to take all the rest of it away?"
Because the longer that he'd been here, the more and more Nida realized something was missing. Memories were missing. Had Siren eaten them away already, making up for lost time? Or was something else wrong here, had something about his arrival gone wrong? What had this place stolen from him, what had it chosen to take and did that mean that the last places had stolen things as well?
"What is the point in stealing them from me? What does it even serve?"