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Post by Serah Farron on Feb 28, 2012 8:45:20 GMT -5
As time slowly ticked away, the room started to fill up. One by one, students and teachers alike made their way through the large doors and into the ballroom, each person looking prettier or handsomer than the one who’d come before. With a smile, Serah Farron poured herself another glass of punch before wandering around once more. She hadn’t gotten the chance to dance yet, but that was alright. Just watching the teenagers dance and have fun with one another was a great improvement over what she usually went through with all the time-travelling, often seeing things that were sad in some way. The knowledge that every single time she and Noel went and changed the future resulted in Yeul’s untimely demise also wore heavily on the pinkette, though she couldn’t even begin to imagine what it had to be like for Noel… wanting a future that Yeul wanted as well, but the only way to achieve it was to let her go. Thank Etro that they wouldn’t have to deal with that for a while, in fact, being here made Serah question if they needed to change anything more at all, the reason for that being her very own sister – Lightning. She wasn’t in Valhalla anymore, so clearly whatever danger she’d been trying to hold back must’ve been defeated somehow. She really couldn’t imagine her sister just running off to go to a dance party while the entire timeline was in danger. That all of them, Lightning, Hope, Noel and Serah herself had ended up on this new world at about the same time couldn’t be a coincidence… there had to be some reason as to why they’d all ended up here, of all places. Perhaps they really had done it, perhaps the world was saved, and Etro had granted them this opportunity to meet once again… if so, Serah certainly wouldn’t be looking this gift horse in the mouth! She’d missed her sister terribly, and seeing her here, alive and well, had really given her hope for the future – the hope that they would all be able to live happy, peaceful lives from now on.
Looking over the dancing couples, Serah couldn’t help but smirk. This was exactly like her old high school, couples awkwardly trying to get closer to one another without being obvious about it, girls dancing with their female friends and nearly breaking their necks over both their insanely high heels as well as each other, the occasional guy friends who were goofing around, one pretending to be a super manly man while the other exaggeratedly acted like a woman. It was strange to think that for Serah, this had all happened years ago. Time really did fly by. Strangely enough, despite the Farron sisters both being here, Serah hadn’t really spoken to Lightning at all yet this evening. She wasn’t clinging to her or demanding attention… it seemed her journey with Noel had really matured her in a good way. Lightning wouldn’t want her sister hanging around her now anyway, and Serah knew that for a fact; she was here with a man after all, and they seemed awfully close. The younger Farron knew from experience that intimate moments with your boyfriend weren’t supposed to be shared with siblings, though Serah had certainly thought about going over and being an annoying little sister, just as payback for all the times Lightning had given Snow a hard time. Thankfully for both of them, that fantasy hadn’t become a reality yet, and Lightning would most likely have a flawless night with her beau. Serah wasn’t sure whether it wouldn’t come back to bite her in the ass anyway, if she tried to harass her sister’s boyfriend. It was very likely that she’d piss the warrior off so much that she would revert right back to her Snow-bashing ways and telling her not to get married because ‘Snow had made her into a bratty little bitch’ or some nonsense like that.
Ah Snow… it was really a shame he couldn’t be here with her tonight, though it didn’t sadden Serah so much that she wouldn’t be able to enjoy this night. Though Snow wasn’t here, Lightning, Hope and Noel were, and who could really be unhappy with so many loved ones around you to spend the evening with? Although… maybe ‘spending the evening with’ was being too positive. Lightning was off spending time with her boyfriend, and Serah respectfully kept her distance, as for Hope and Noel, she had no idea where they were. Noel was probably talking to his new friend, and Hope… Etro only knows what he could be up to. With a little sigh, Serah sat herself down in one of the chairs off the side of the dance floor, setting her drink on the table and leaning her elbow on its smooth surface before resting her head on her hand, just silently watching the various people sway gently to the music. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Words: 828 Tagged: Hope, Noel (later) Location: The dance Outfit: >>> This<<< Notes: Yay for awkward Hope!
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Hope Estheim
Final Fantasy XIII
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"The lie isn't what matters. It's what you do after you tell it to make it true."
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Post by Hope Estheim on Mar 1, 2012 14:02:30 GMT -5
As he again escaped to the edge of the room, expecting he would stand on the wall at least another few minutes while he waited for Serah and Noel to show their faces again, Hope was grinning from ear to ear. Though he had initially been unsure about coming to this dance, as he was neither a student, nor a dancer, nor of any real use at the event whatsoever, he had suddenly realized, as he turned Lightning back over to her date, that he was thoroughly enjoying himself. He had not been amongst so much joy in...well, in years, to be quite honest. And he himself had not been as happy in years, either. A simple dance with Lightning had been all Hope required to become fully aware of all that had been returned to him in this past few days. Having parted and left her with the Class Zero instructor yet again, Hope could tell that she'd finally found happiness in some form or another. Of course, he would be almost disappointed if she didn't waylay Snow at first sight of him for old time's sake, but undoubtedly that would happen when the time came.
On the contrary, what would Serah think of this Kurasame, Hope wondered. Spotting the back of Serah's head as he squeezed past a couple of dancing students, he supposed he would have the chance to ask her. He made his way over to her, hoping she wouldn't slip away before he got there. The smaller Farron had become, through all her time traveling adventures, become yet another Farron warrior. Hope could barely even remember the time when she had been the damsel in distress for Snow and Lightning to save that fateful day in the Hanging Edge. Now she was battling with immortal time guardians and all the other hells that crossed her path as if that was what all schoolteachers did on their weeks off. Hope laughed in his mind slightly at remembering he'd heard she was called "Meanie Miss Farron" back at the school in New Bodhum. Lightning's sister indeed.
"Serah," Hope said once he neared her, loud enough to draw her attention over the chitter-chatter, music, and noisy footwear. She didn't seem to be doing anything in particular. In fact, Hope thought she appeared racked by boredom, sitting listlessly with her head propped in her hand and a partially-empty punch glass on the table beside her. She was probably a little lonesome here without Snow, as it was with Hope and Vanille.
"Excuse me!"
The words had barely reached Hope's ears before he felt something clinging to his stomach and wrap around behind his back. Letting out a sigh of surprise, Hope looked down to see an assumedly female head of hair buried in his chest that assumedly went with the female voice. "Uh..." was all he managed to say before the younger woman looked up and smiled warmly at him, bright eyes twinkling with mischief. Oh no. "My name's Kayla! I didn't see you dancing with anyone and I know you're a stranger and you don't really know anyone so I decided I'd come over and see if you'd like to dance or something because you're too handsome to just stand there while everyone else is dancing close to someone, you know?" The train of words came at Hope almost faster than he could process...but thankfully, years of working with Alyssa had trained him well both for the rapid-fire speech and with getting people to pry themselves from his body. He cast a hopeless glance in Serah's direction before looking back down at this "Kayla", still worried by the dreamy look in her eyes. "I'm afraid I'll have to pass. I already promised the next dance to my friend," Hope cautiously informed the girl, nodding towards Serah. It was something of a lie, yes, because he hadn't promised Serah anything...but a little fib at this instance would hurt no one. "Aww..fine. But I'll be back!" Kayla winked before finally returning her arms to her own personal space and skipping off.
...Right, that was...worrying.
Rubbing his neck a bit, Hope continued on towards Serah, forced to chuckle awkwardly once he reached her. "How is it that all the teenaged boys aren't flocking to dance with you?", he asked her, pulling out one of the chairs to sit down with her. The question was merited, really - Serah looked just as pretty as Lightning did on this festive occasion and wasn't nearly as imposing (to those who did not know her well, at least). She probably felt fortunate not to have any of the young men here bury their head in her- yes, she probably wouldn't appreciate that at all, come to think of it.
Words - 878 Muse - Good! Outfit - HereNotes - Hope it's okay! /punny[/size]
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Post by Serah Farron on Mar 2, 2012 8:05:08 GMT -5
This dance was great, it really was… it was just… odd, attending another occasion like this. Serah had already done this before at her old highschool, laughing and playing around with friends, shy and awkward guys occasionally sauntering over to ask one of them to dance… those days seemed far away now. At that time, she’d also been rather upset that she couldn’t bring a guest to the dance. She would’ve loved to bring Snow along, but it wasn’t allowed. Now she had another chance, but it was really just the same thing all over again. No Snow, though this time it was for different reasons entirely. Still, she missed him, especially now, when seeing all those happy, cheerful couples littering the dance floor. She took another sip of her drink before leaning her other arm on the table as well, resting her chin in both hands now. This time was also different because she wasn’t from around her. Serah had no friends here besides Lightning, Hope and Noel, and felt a little awkward just sitting here, looking around, without having anyone to talk to. It was like that first day at school all over again, and Serah didn’t like it one bit. Where were Hope and Noel? If she found them gawking at a bunch of scarcely clad girls, she would hit them. Not because she didn’t want them looking at those girls (Though they really shouldn’t, considering Vanille and Yeul were far too sweet to be treated that way) but because it would mean they were bonding over some guy thing that Serah would never understand, leaving her just standing there looking weird and awkward as they did their man thing. Seriously though, if they were doing anything like that, she’d just call it a night. There wouldn’t be much else to do anyways.
Before she got a chance to sigh again and check the time, she heard a familiar voice call her name. The pinkette’s face instantly lit up when she saw Hope making his way over to her. Serah stood up with a bright smile and opened her mouth to speak, but her sentence (or word, rather) was cut short by the unexpected arrival of one of the female students of this Perystilium. A student who seemed to like Hope a little too much. “Ho---“ she hadn’t realized the error of her words until several people around gave her looks. What was their problem? She’d just wanted to call over a friend and had been caught off-guard by Hope’s assailant. Wait… Ho. Ho sounded like hoe… good job Serah. You always were a star at first impressions! If this won’t have people approaching you looking to befriend you or at least keep you company during the night, I don’t know what will. Giggling awkwardly, she sat back down in her seat and quietly fumbled with her hair, looking much like a kid that had just been sent to the naughty corner for swearing. Odd, normally she was the one who sent others to the naughty corner. …Meanie Miss Farron ringed in her head again. She really wasn’t that mean, was she? Those kids just didn’t like the fact that she called them out on their bad behavior and tried to drive it out of them by writing lines on the blackboard and standing in aforementioned naughty corner. How else would she reach these keeeds?!
She looked up again when she heard Hope’s chuckle right next to her and grinned up at him. Now that she wasn’t alone any more, she felt most of her nerves slide off her. No longer did she look like that shy wallflower type that just sat there not talking to anybody. ”They just heard me call you a hoe,” was probably the real reason, but there was no way in hell she would admit that. If Hope hadn’t heard it himself, he certainly wouldn’t be hearing it from her. Serah giggled at his question, shrugging her shoulders slightly, “Maybe it’s because I am… or used to be, a teacher. Students can smell teachers from miles away, you know.” Leaning back in her chair a little, Serah gave her friend a once over and smiled appreciatively. He looked really nice in that suit! All mature and handsome. It was still weird to think that Hope was now actually older than her, when they’d started off with Serah being four years his senior. She could only imagine how much of a shock it must’ve been for Lightning. He’d been just a kid to her in the past, and now, she was pretty much the kid. Had Hope been weirded out by it as well? Considering the way he’d greeted her way back when she first stepped out of that gate in the future, probably not so much. “You look really great Hope,” if only Vanille could’ve been here to see him like this, dressed up all fancy like this. She would’ve likely squealed hard enough to shatter a few windows before dragging him onto the dance floor. “So how many girls did you have to fight off just to get to this table?” she giggled as she nodded over to the girl that had just grabbed onto him a few moments ago. The girl was still standing nearby and occasionally looking in their direction. Poor Hope, she really did look like she wanted a big juicy piece of him. Sad for Hope, somewhat amusing for Serah. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Words: 914 Tagged: Hope, Noel (later) Location: The dance Outfit: >>> This<<< Notes: I couldn't resist. >.> Also, cookie if you catch the reference.
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Hope Estheim
Final Fantasy XIII
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"The lie isn't what matters. It's what you do after you tell it to make it true."
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Post by Hope Estheim on Mar 6, 2012 7:13:05 GMT -5
Little did Hope know that in the short time he had been accosted by Kayla, he had also become Serah's hoe to the students in the immediate vicinity. Fortunate that he had missed out on that tidbit of information...he was already reddened enough from Kayla's antics.
Hope grinned at Serah's response to his greeting question, figuring that might have indeed been the case. Students tended to gravitate away from their teachers during dances and similar events - even Hope could notice this, and he had never attended a school event quite like this one. Not to mention, Serah was a teacher that the students here weren't familiar with at all, so they were likely even more wary of the younger Farron sister than they were their own instructors. Then again, they could have heard how protective Lightning was of Serah somehow, as well. So many explanations, and none of them actually mattered. Hope's mind tended to churn out rationality whether it was needed or not. He finally settled on "I don't doubt that. Students and teachers seem to be two different ends of the magnet when it comes time to socialize." as a worthwhile response, and turned his gaze wistfully back onto the dancing and other activity going on only a few yards away from the two of them.
A moment or two of silence passed before Serah spoke again, complementing him. And Hope had only just gotten rid of the heat in his cheeks, too. He nodded, averting her gaze. "Thank you. And that's a very pretty dress." As opposed to Lightning, Hope was at least fairly used to seeing Serah dolled up, as he remembered her from a few occasions shortly after the fall of Cocoon. That didn't make her any less stunning. Hope knew Snow would have fought halfway across the universe to dance with her tonight had he only known about it. Snow's jumbled presence in the timeline was going to be the next problem Hope tried to remedy, Etro willing. Etro seemed willing to allow a lot of good things to happen recently, so hopefully the trend would not end with Lightning's rediscovery. Hope prayed that after Snow, a solution for Caius would present itself to all of them. These problems all had to be fixed permanently.
And he was red again when Serah asked him about fighting through girls. She was really talented at making him sheepish, it seemed. He followed her gaze over to Kayla, disturbed by the fact that she never quite got her fill of looking at him, before answering. "Only that one, thankfully..." Hope paused and turned back to Serah. "And your sister," he added, with a sly smile. "Though she seemed more interested in her instructor friend this evening." Hope really, really wanted to get Serah's opinion on the man without having to actually...ask her. If she had strong enough feelings about him, whether good or bad, he felt like dropping his hint would be good enough to get her talking. A different problem, though - how did he get her dancing in the meantime? They were both obviously absent of things to do aside from sit down and talk (which Hope was finally glad to be able to do), so he didn't believe she would say no. That didn't make forming the question any simpler, but only because he had known Serah only during two very different points in his life - when he was just a boy with a boy's problems, and now, when he had the weight of helping advance a civilization on his shoulders. She was, though he tried to ignore it, still a bit of a stranger to him even now, though she was a smaller shadow of Lightning. Lightning whom he had, no more than ten minutes ago, been brave enough to ask for a dance. "Would you...like to take the next dance with me?"
Words - 717 Muse - Excellent. Outfit - HereNotes - So much muse for these "I'm on the cusp of falling asleep" posts...[/size]
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Post by Serah Farron on Apr 14, 2012 16:14:36 GMT -5
For the most part, Serah just tried to ignore the amused glances she was getting and instead played with her cup a little, swirling the liquid inside around as a means to keep herself occupied. Though her journey with Noel had made her much more open and confident, she could still be shy around large groups of people… especially when she’d just made a fool out of herself by calling a male friend her hoe. Not that a female friend would’ve made it alright, but a girl calling a guy a hoe? That was a head-turner for sure. At least she wasn’t a student here, she comforted herself, she wouldn’t forever be known as the hoe-madam of the school… maybe she would be, but at least she wouldn’t be here to endure the hilarious to anyone but her jokes. Serah felt a lot better when Hope finally managed to fight his way out of the stalker girl’s grip and approached her with an awkward chuckle, it didn’t seem like he had heard her rather interesting remark, thank Etro for small favors. “It really does seem that way, doesn’t it? This one time, one of my students actually fled at the sight of me…” she sighed, though she really wasn’t all that upset over it. In fact, the memory was somewhat amusing, even to her. She’d tried to be a nice and comforting teacher for once, but the look on the boy’s face showed absolute terror. Even Noel with his limited people skills had noticed it and even told her that she’d just freaked the kid out. Oh well, at least she’d eventually gotten an answer out of him, even if it had taken a while. Maybe if she’d just acted like her usual self, he would’ve told her straight away. It didn’t really matter anymore.
Serah grinned at Hope’s compliment, “Thanks… it was quite a hassle to figure out what would be appropriate for a dance like this. You men have it so much easier.” Wasn’t that the truth? Guys just had to put on a suit and they were finished. Women needed to choose between a painfully large selection of dresses, shoes, and even makeup and jewelry. It wasn’t the men’s fault that they took things like dressing up so seriously though. Most of the time, women didn’t really dress up to impress the guys… but really to impress other women, because women cared about that sort of thing a lot more. It was strange, sometimes it really did feel like men and women were from totally different worlds with the way they both behaved. Both Serah and Hope turned to look at Kayla, who still seemed quite smitten. Serah had to admit that she was a little scared of the girl, she seemed like the type that would be nice so long as she got what she wanted, but as soon as her plans didn’t work out, she’d go axe murderer ‘if I can’t have you, no one can’. Serah had seen those types before in her own class, they were really terrifying… she’d hate to be the object of their affections. Kayla was quickly forgotten when Hope mentioned Lightning and her handsome male friend though. So Hope had met him? Excellent! Time to find out more about this guy without actually walking up and completely ruining Lightning’s evening with a cross exam. “She seems rather smitten, doesn’t she? I’ve never seen her like this.” Serah grinned, taking a look in their direction, “Have you spoken to him? What’s he like?” he’d better be a complete gentleman, if he somehow hurt her sister, Serah would go Lightning on his ass. Something you really didn’t want, ask anyone, specifically Snow. Serah doubted she’d really have to though, Lightning would’ve likely beaten him to a pulp before Serah even got the chance to put her drink away. She took a sip of her drink as she observed Lightning and her, dare she say it, her boyfriend. The younger sister had to admit, they looked cute together. A nice couple indeed. She rose her eyes when Hope asked his question and smiled brightly as she set her drink down, “Oh, yes! I’d love to dance with you.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Words: 706 Tagged: Hope, Noel (later) Location: The dance Outfit: >>> This<<< Notes: Serah's secretly sipping liquor hard enough to make a Russian cry. The more you know.
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Hope Estheim
Final Fantasy XIII
Academy Director[/font][/size]
"The lie isn't what matters. It's what you do after you tell it to make it true."
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Post by Hope Estheim on Apr 15, 2012 8:31:32 GMT -5
"I'm beginning to believe you have greater powers than any of us ever did, Serah," Hope told her, amusement evident on his features. "A tall stack of papers and forms doesn't even suffice as a cue for Academy students to flee in my presence." If Serah ever found time to go back to her schoolteaching, Hope decided he should probably visit and speak to her students. He had been meaning to do so for...years now, but he had never quite found the time. Perhaps a part of him had believed Serah would rather he spend his time searching for Lightning as opposed to making short visits to New Bodhum. And Hope's forte lately had been losing track of time...that was probably a part of the issue, as well. But Serah and Sazh had really been all he had left there for a while among the other l'Cie...he should have taken the time to see them. He could not worry about it now, but it was worth keeping in mind for the future.
Hope nodded in understanding at Serah's comment about picking out clothes. If he'd learned one thing as the director of Academy research...it was at least how to dress himself without looking like a total buffoon out in public. It made him glad he wasn't a woman...one screw-up in his wardrobe and the tabloids in Academia would have been all over him, since women never seemed to catch a break with such things. Hope decided that if Serah had been in his position, though, the tabloids would have been extremely pleased with her fashion sense. Were there any skills that the Farrons had not been blessed with?
A large grin could not be withheld from Hope's face as Serah discussed her sister's involvement with the academy instructor. He peered in the direction of Light and her friend, rubbing his hand thoughtfully on his chin. During his dance with Lightning, he couldn't say he had exactly thought to ask any questions about the man specifically, but he had indeed asked her if she were having a good time. The answer had been a bright yes. For as little as Hope knew about Kurasame, the impression thus far had been nothing if not good. He turned back to Serah. "I can't say I've really spoken to him more than a few passing pleasantries, but-" Hope paused long enough to think of a proper description for the man...though he doubted what he would come up with would be accurate, anyway. But he could try. "-he seems...ahhh...focused, for lack of a better term. He may even come off as a little cold to a stranger. Sounds familiar, doesn't it?", Hope asked, realizing that the man actually seemed a lot like Lightning herself. A little aloof and icy at first glance, but once one could warm to them, something deeper and kinder could be found. Considering the good things he had heard about Kurasame, Hope genuinely believed him to be something of Lightning's equal on the emotional spectrum, albiet with a real mask to conceal himself.
His eyes lingered on the two of them a second before he gathered himself to ask Serah for a dance, and again he cheered inside while looking completely calm (but happy) on the outside. Sliding out of his seat, Hope offered Serah a hand to rise from her seat before he'd lead her onto the dance floor and...figure it out from there. Hopefully there wouldn't be any Kayla interruptions once he was out onto the dance floor...because having Serah on one side of him and a teenaged girl jamming her boobs into his other side would not...go well. At all. Etro, don't make this situation awkward.
Words - 700 Muse - Spectacular! Outfit - HereNotes - Does she drink vodka with her cats?[/size]
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Post by Serah Farron on May 5, 2012 14:35:58 GMT -5
The youngest Farron forced all the amusement she felt back behind a mask of stoicism as Hope remarked her amazing scary powers, “You better believe it. You really dodged a bullet with that Proto fal’Cie of yours. I would’ve personally come back from the future to show you how frustrated I was had you not gotten my message,” she gave him a serious look but then finally let a smile crack through as she laughed, “So what do you think? Who’s the scarier sister? Lightning or me?” She really had been rather pissed off after fighting that Proto fal’Cie half a dozen times only to have it happily respawn a few seconds later, staying away just long enough to make Serah and Noel feel relieved and joyful over their victory before giving them a big nasty surprise by popping back into existence. Thankfully Hope had received her message and decided to steer clear from fal’Cie making, thus ending their seemingly eternal struggle. How in the hell did one make a fal’Cie anyway? That was a question she’d always kept pondering. Sure, Hope was intelligent, but intelligent enough to make his own God? That was just… well… it was both awesome and scary. Needless to say, she wouldn’t ever mess with him and advice everyone else not to either. He was a lot stronger and smarter than anyone could even hope to imagine. Thank Etro he was a nice guy, or he might’ve used his powers for evil instead. That thought was even scarier than the thought of endlessly fighting that fal’Cie, that fal’Cie had been created by Hope after all, who knew what else he could make?
The subject naturally seemed to steer to far more lighthearted topics, such as clothing. Serah had to admit, they both looked pretty darn good tonight. Apparently all the brainy activities he’d undertaken throughout the years hadn’t affected Hope’s fashion sense. Serah supposed even geniuses wanted to look great. As for her own outfit, Serah was actually genuinely surprised that she’d picked out the right dress at all, with this being another world and all, there was a huge chance that what was considered stylish back in her own world would be considered laughable here. But it seemed this world had a similar fashion trend to Cocoon, and later Pulse. Actually, this entire world seemed to have a lot in common with her own world. They used the same currency, spoke the same language, and even l’Cie and fal’Cie existed here. Was this some sort of alternate dimension of her own world. It sounded far-fetched, but then, time travel had always sounded rather far-fetched as well before Noel appeared and took her on a trip through time. By now, Serah was willing to believe pretty much anything, no matter how odd and unlikely it sounded.
Her eyes sparkled with delight when Hope mentioned Lightning’s new lover. From the second she’d seen them together, Serah had been curious as a child about what he was like, who he was, what he did, stuff like that. He had to be pretty awesome though, or else Lightning wouldn’t have been interested in him. Her dear sister didn’t fall for just anyone who paid some attention to her, otherwise she would’ve had plenty of boyfriends in the past. The elder Farron may not have noticed it, but plenty of men found her attractive and fascinating, even if her tough attitude scared them a little. “So… a male version of Lightning?” she giggled, “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. Light doesn’t handle idiocy well, so I always sort of suspected she’d fall for a guy exactly like her, someone she wouldn’t want to punch every three seconds,” resting her cheek against her palm, she stared at the happy couple, “It’s so good to her happy like this… it’s been a really long time since I last saw her smile like that.” Their lives hadn’t exactly been easy since their parents’ death, but it was no secret that Lightning had drawn the shortest end of the stick in an already miserable situation. Forced to quit school, forced to start working, forced to put her little sister first and herself second. Yeah, Lightning really deserved some happiness for all her hard work. “He’d better not make her cry though, or he’s in for some trouble.” She informed Hope as she took a good long look at Kurasame. She really meant it too, if he pulled something funny, Serah would show off her almighty Farron powers and break his nose or something. Protectiveness had to be hereditary, because both Lightning and Serah seemed to have that trait. Setting her drink down, she reached out and grasped Hope’s hand, allowing him to help her up from her chair. She hooked her arm in his and let him lead her to the dance floor, her eyes moving back and forth between Lightning and her date, and Hope’s stalker. Eventually, she decided to just keep her eyes out for Kayla. Who knew what that crazy kid would try next. When she made eye contact with the girl, she quickly looked away and stared at Hope instead, “Hope, your fangirl really freaks me out,” she whispered before nodding at a door leading outside, “I’ve got out escape route covered, just in case.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Words: 886 Tagged: Hope, Noel? (later?) Location: The dance Outfit: >>> This<<< Notes: She does indeed drink vodka with her cats. With her cats. Have you ever seen a cat drunk? Serah has, every other day. >.>
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Hope Estheim
Final Fantasy XIII
Academy Director[/font][/size]
"The lie isn't what matters. It's what you do after you tell it to make it true."
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Post by Hope Estheim on May 10, 2012 13:44:56 GMT -5
The laughs came easily when Serah mentioned the Proto-fal'Cie. "I don't doubt that...I can't remember the last time anyone tore into me so much." A fal'Cie. Hope would have gone on to build one someday...and right now, he didn't even have any clue how he'd done such a thing. It seemed absolutely impossible, considering he could barely manipulate the amount of fal'Cie magic it took to generate portals, which was merely a physics issue, not an issue of biology. Creating a living, self-sustained veritable deus ex machina that could think for itself and maintain an entire civilization? Hope could barely imagine how he would have ever pulled it off. And now, he never would. Seeing Serah yelling at him about it through the Oracle Drive both surprised him to no end...and intimidated him quite a bit. If those students of hers in New Bodhum were dealing with that kind of yelling on a daily basis, Hope could imagine how Serah had earned the "meanie" moniker. As a result of her efforts, Hope had made note for the Academy to never pursue a fal'Cie creation project, and as such, the process of resurrection had ended. Technically, the whole scenario had made sense. Practically? Nooooooot at all.
He continued laughing when Serah asked which was the scarier Farron. Most people would have said Lightning without a single hesitation...but Hope had known a different side of Light than most, so he had something of an advantage when it came to understanding both of the sisters. So he had to hesitate momentarily when Serah asked him, looking back to the dance floor at the older Farron. When he really thought about it, the two sisters were almost carbon copies of each other. Originally Hope would have believed Lightning was by far the tougher of the two, since all he'd heard about Serah back when he'd been a l'Cie was that she...was in crystalstasis. She always seemed like the damsel in distress to him back then. But now? For her to have left behind everything she knew to save her sister and correct the timeline? Had Serah and Lightning been twins, Hope now would have had no idea how to tell them apart. So..ultimately, he had to go with the joking answer. "I'd say you're the scarier one. You flash that innocent schoolteacher facade and no one's the wiser," Hope commented, with a grin. "At least Light's always scowling. She gives you fair warning." No scowling tonight, though. Hope couldn't begin to say how happy he was for her happiness.
A nod came quickly as Serah confirmed his indication that Lightning and the instructor were very similar people. All she said, Hope knew to generally be the truth. Light could learn to appreciate people like Snow over time, and he believed that she'd come to accept him fully as her future brother-in-law, but if it ever got down to people she hit it off with at first glance, it would be the no-nonsense ones like her. Of course...the only person Hope had ever seen who came close to that same type of personality had been Cid Raines, and he'd left them all before his time. If it had taken her going to a completely different world to find the type of companion she desired, then Hope was even more glad that she and Noel had fallen through portals than he'd been when they first found her here. Now that was a difference between the two sisters, he considered. Their choice in men. Serah had fallen for the big, goofy, pure-hearted hero, while Lightning now seemed happy with...well, a man very close to her own self, if Hope could judge people at all. Yet they, two completely independent women, both went for strong men. That was a scenario for some sort of brilliant psychiatrist to analyze, not Hope. Hope could only laugh yet again when Serah mentioned what she would be doing to Kurasame if he didn't treat Lightning properly. Judging by the look on her face...a face he'd seen when he'd first seen Light look at Snow...Kurasame should fear making the mistake of hurting Lightning. "And I'd be right there to help you make trouble," Hope commented, with a smile.
Speaking of Snow... Hope's eyes turned back to Serah as she mentioned Light's happiness. Hope considered the situation. If they got Hope back...that would be all of them technically back together, wouldn't it? Even when Light had to go back to Valhalla, they would still all be reunited. That thought filled Hope with more joy than he'd experienced in a while. "We're not long from helping Snow return," Hope commented, seemingly out of the blue. He had been planning to say more about the science of the entire situation, but he decided to leave it at that. Serah really didn't need to hear all the technicalities.
But science and the mundane things could wait for him and Serah to leave the dance floor. Leading her out by linked arm, Hope whisked a glance over at his strange, staring stalker, who looked at Serah with all sorts of jealousy. Hope glanced down at the pink head of his dance partner and tried to ignore the fact that the younger woman had cast serial killer eyes on her. Even more confused about where to start with Serah than with Lightning since she was shorter, Hope simply turned a bit and offered his frame for her to take however she chose so they could start dancing. He wondered how all six-feet-whatever of Snow had ever managed this when Hope's not-even-six-foot self couldn't even get it right. He cringed when she spoke. "Yeah...", he said, forcing himself not to look up at the girl again. Thankfully, Serah had quite the right thing to say to make it a little less awkward. Hope tried not to look too amused as he glanced at the open door, because that would probably make the girl even more likely to run over, drag Serah away by a leg, and dive on him. "Thank you...and if she starts running this way with a knife, I'll warn you ahead of time."
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Post by Serah Farron on May 16, 2012 9:40:40 GMT -5
“Well, you deserved it, mister!” Serah laughed, “You have any idea how many times Noel and I had to fight it, only to have it reappear a second later? So frustrating.” she shook her head at the memory of herself dashing for the Proto Fal’cie while chewing Hope out, apparently being intimidating enough that it scared him so much that he decided to never develop the thing in the first place. Being Meanie Miss Farron had its advantages. “It was really impressive what you’d achieved there though, I could hardly believe my eyes when we first arrived…” it hadn’t even been the technology or the people and the holograms that had amazed her, more the fact that Hope, little fourteen year old Hope from way back had grown up to be such a genius. Who could’ve imagined that back then? Serah certainly couldn’t have. He was intelligent, sure, but that intelligent. Thankfully he wasn’t arrogant or anything, or he would’ve probably ignored her screams from the future and would’ve just done whatever he wanted, which was building a Fal’cie, evidently.
Something else that amazed her was the fact that she could scare people into doing what she wanted. Intimidating children was easy enough (though she didn’t do it on purpose, honest), but intimidating a fully grown man like Hope? That had been quite the achievement, and Serah wouldn’t deny feeling a little proud of herself for it. It did make her wonder though, about herself and Lightning, and the differences between them. Other people had remarked before that she looked a lot like her sister when she got mad… maybe the two of them had more in common than they realized. She giggled at Hope’s answer, “That’s true, at least no one’s surprised when Lightning gets mad,” if looks could kill, Serah was sure Bodhum would’ve had only half the population it had really had before the whole fal’cie mess. There were plenty of idiots that could try anyone’s patience, and Lightning wasn’t exactly the definition of patient. That wasn’t to say she flew off the handle every ten seconds, but still. “But hey, that means I have the element of surprise on my side! That could come in handy someday!”
Serah smiled a little as she looked over towards Lightning and Kurasame. Light really seemed to be enjoying herself for the first time in a very long time. The younger Farron couldn’t even remember the last time she’d see her look this happy and content. Hopefully it would last, hopefully this Kurasame fellow wasn’t just out for a fling and would toss her aside when he’d had enough of it. Serah obviously couldn’t tell him what to do, but it was needless to say that if Kurasame did anything that seriously upset Lightning, Serah would not be a happy camper. And if Serah couldn’t be a happy camper, then dammit, neither could Kurasame. She’d be sure to make him regret it. A normal breakup was one thing, but some people could just be cruel… to be honest though, Kurasame didn’t really strike her as being that type of guy. “Great! The more the merrier.” She said with a wink.
Rather than focusing on Lightning all night however, Serah decided to have some fun of her own, which shouldn’t be too hard, considering she was here with a friend. “Ah… Snow…” she replied dreamily as she thought of her handsome fiancé. It had been a while since she’d last seen him, sadly. He was probably alright, he knew perfectly well how to take care of himself, and he really didn’t need anyone to babysit him unlike what Lightning might want to believe at times. “I hope so… I really do miss him… a lot…” she admitted with a shy smile before finishing the rest of her drink. How long had it been now since Snow had proposed to her? Three years? Four? If you counted all the time travelling, it would be even longer. Sometimes the pinkette wondered if it would ever happen at all. She understood that there were other things to worry about right now, other problems that needed to be solved before they could truly lived a happy life, but that didn’t mean she had to like this situation. Hopefully one day, everything and everyone would be fine, and there would be no need for any more rescue missions. Perhaps then they could finally get married… if they were still alive by that point anyway. Serah shook her head. She just needed to be patient, hard though that might be.
Hope provided her with a welcome distraction to her thoughts of Snow when he asked her to dance, and soon Serah was back to smiling genuinely and having a good time, despite Hope’s stalker chick offing her with her glares. “How thoughtful of you,” she grinned as she placed on of his hands on her waist and grasped his other hand for the actual dance, since he seemed a little lost as to what to do, “You know…” she started quietly, “I could go over there and give her a firm talking to,” she told him with a thoughtful tilt of her head, “I wonder how long I’d last…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Words: 872 Tagged: Hope Location: The dance Outfit: >>> This<<< Notes: I still laugh at how Kayla started out as a normal NPC showing someone the way, and ended as a stalking axe-murderer. XD
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Hope Estheim
Final Fantasy XIII
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"The lie isn't what matters. It's what you do after you tell it to make it true."
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Post by Hope Estheim on May 20, 2012 8:09:30 GMT -5
Facepalming and grinning about what Serah and Noel faced when they fought the fal'Cie, Hope recalled that he knew what itw as like a foe you defeated time and time again...yet never defeated. Barthandelus was yet another fal'Cie who took a defeat as if it was nothing and popped back up to fight further. Another Barthandelus would be...highly stressful at least, a reason for desperate measures at the most. "Whatever crazy part of me decided that building a fal'Cie was a wise decision...that part's been bottled up permanently, I promise you." The more Hope thought about it, the more he wondered how he'd ever decided the pros of building a living god were greater than the cons. Sure, it was funny to look back on the incident now and laugh about it, but Hope had to wonder what had brought him to the point of building something so...unstable. He hoped he never got that desperate. Human ingenuity should always be enough.
Hope could only nod solemnly as he witnessed Serah's reaction to the mention of Snow. The problems that had arisen from Snow's situation as a time-traveler were almost innumerable. Snow himself had been sort of...a paradox. That meant Hope had little to no idea how to find him properly in the Oracle Drive after he, Serah, and Noel had defeated the giant, transmutated flan in the Sunleth Waterscape. Hope had been searching for him since that time, finding very little success. He knew for a fact that Snow was out there, as reports coming in from researchers stationed in various times spoke of a man that unquestionably fit Snow's description. Now that Lightning was out of Valhalla (at least temporarily) and Hope had touched base with Serah and Noel yet again, he could divert resources to the search and recovery of Snow, who didn't need to be searching anymore anyway. They had Lightning back, in whatever form, and now Snow and Serah could reunite and, if they wanted to, even travel together to stop Caius, Hope imagined.
He knew that Serah wanted to get married, too. She'd been waiting...too long now. Some people would have moved on from impatience. It was a testament to how dedicated the two were to each other that Snow had believed Lightning in the first place, and that Serah had waited this long for Snow to come back from his searching. Hope tapped his fingers on the table lightly. "When we do manage to bring him back...I can arrange a marriage for the two of you any day you would want, license and all. You could even get married the day he returns, if you so wish," Hope offered, knowing that with the resources he had at his disposal at the Academy, he could have a ceremony arranged and all their friends shuttled in at a moment's notice. It was the least he could do after all this time and after all both of them had been through. The idea of the two of them finally getting to settle down someday seemed almost surreal from where they were standing now. Settling down...now there was something Hope hadn't thought about in ages. Such freedom was still a long ways off...but maybe someday, it would come.
Fortunately, once they planned on distracting themselves from all these bittersweet thoughts, Serah caught on to the idea that Hope didn't know quite where to start for the dance, and even put his hands in place for him so he could avoid that slight awkwardness. Why couldn't every woman make the process this easy? Of course...he figured his strange, perky admirer would have made it very easy for Hope to put his hands wherever she desired for him to put them. The thought made Hope...glad he had Serah here to keep him occupied, so no more Kayla invasions of his space could happen. Frankly, he didn't want to go back to Academia with a sixteen or seventeen year old girl hanging to him. A certain green-eyed young woman back home...wouldn't appreciate that. "Well...you do have a way with young people," Hope commented to Serah, at her wondering if she should give Kayla "a talking to." Already, Hope could see the two ripping out pink and blond hair while tossing each other through tables. It was...equal parts disturbing and amusing, only because he knew Serah would emerge the victor from such a scuffle. "So long as you watch out for sharp objects and have Mog nearby, I doubt you'd have much to worry about from any teenage girls. Though...Kayla would have the advantage in...passion. Watch out or you may push her 'berserk' button."
Being able to joke with someone again without having any particular worry on his mind, at least not at the forefront...felt good. Though Hope's mind flickered back to the last thing Lightning had said to him before they'd finished their own dance, as he looked down at the pink head of his dance partner. "Watch over Serah for me, will you? Since…since I can’t.” Would he be capable of such a thing? Hope knew he was the most good to everyone being sort of the nerve center in Academia for the time travelers and for monitoring situations that Caius brought to bear on various timelines. But could he protect anyone like that? If Serah was really in some sort of danger, could he find a way to help?
That was a question no science could answer just yet. Hope would need to think on it some more.
Words - 1021 Muse - Excellent! Outfit - HereNotes - KAYLA IS BLOND. CANON BECAUSE OF REASONS.[/size]
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Post by Serah Farron on May 22, 2012 17:02:29 GMT -5
Serah was actually a little surprised at how much she was enjoying herself tonight. It had been a long time since she’d been able to just sit down and have a genuinely happy conversation with a friend. Before, Lightning and Serah had both just kind of been doing their own thing, one of them working and the other working hard in school. They talked of course, and Serah would say they were pretty close as sisters, but they’d rarely sit down and have talks like these. And then the whole l’cie thing happened… Lightning had disappeared right after being reunited with her sister, they’d all worked hard on building New Bodhum… then Snow had left to go search for Lightning, and Serah had been mostly hanging out with NORA before Noel showed up to take her on this grand, time-travelling adventure. The younger Farron liked the NORA members a lot, but even with them she hadn’t been able to really have a genuine good time, what with both her fiancée and her sister being gone. But now, everything seemed to be getting better. With Hope’s help, Serah had managed to find Noel again after he’d disappeared, and to everyone’s surprise, they’d also managed to find Lightning here, on this new world. Snow wasn’t here, but Serah at least knew he was safe. No, the situation was hardly perfect, but then, the pinkette didn’t need perfect. She just wanted a break after everything that had happened during the last how many years of her life. That wasn’t too much to ask for, was it?
As the joyful couples moved to and from the dance-floor, Serah was content with sitting and laughing with Hope as they discussed stories of the past… or future… or… whatever? It was hard to determine which of those you were actually talking about when you spent so much of your time hopping from time period to time period, to the past, to the future, then back to the past. Good luck keeping up with all that. Serah on her part had given up on making sense of it all. They talked about silly but frustrating things like Hope and his Proto Fal’cie, they talked about Lightning and her skirt(or pants?)chasing taking place before their eyes, as the elder of the sisters swayed across the dance floor with her mysterious instructor. Somehow, the fact that Lightning was dating a teacher wasn’t even that surprising to Serah. She’d always suspected Lightning to be one of those girls who would have crushes on a sexy teacher, since they were older and infinitely more mature than the boys in her class. Serah couldn’t really blame her either, there had been some really good looking teachers at her old high school, but none of them were as amazing as Snow, of course. Besides, even before she’d met the man who would become her fiancée, Serah had been too busy actually focusing on getting a degree rather than crushing on the math teacher or whatever. Not that her math teacher was attractive or even friendly looking… in her experience, those types of math teachers just didn’t seem to exist. They always seemed evil and angry. Not surprising, considering they not only had to deal with hormonal teens, but they also had to teach math of all things…
“Really?” she replied with a happy smile, her eyes sparkling with delight at the idea of Hope marrying her and Snow when they managed to find him, “That would be really great, Hope! I think Snow would really like it if you married us too,” she leaned back in her chair and gazed upwards at the decorations again as she dreamed up her own wedding day. It seemed so far-off, “But we should probably wait until we can all be together again. Really together, without having to worry about paradoxes and Valhalla and all of that… Lightning… Vanille and Fang, I wouldn’t want to do something this important without them, you know?” she smiled softly, indicating that, while not happy about having to wait, she wasn’t heartbroken either, “We’ve been waiting for so long already, what’s a few months more, right? And by the time we do get married, it’ll just be even more exciting since we had to work for it so hard.”
Talking and gossiping about your big sister was great fun, but a dance wouldn’t be a dance without dancing taking place, so Serah was all too happy to accept Hope’s invitation to go show these kids some moves. She’d finished her drink anyway, and she didn’t feel like wrestling her way through the crowd that had gather around the punch bowl to go get more. Besides… she’d heard someone mention a scientist lurking around here somewhere who had intended on spiking the drinks for some wacky experiment. Serah certainly didn’t want to wake up in that guy’s lab any time soon. But the scientist was hardly the creepiest person here. Absurd though his intentions might’ve been, at least he wasn’t actively bothering people right now as far as she could tell. The same couldn’t be said about the young blonde who was eyeing Hope up like she was a rapid, starving pit-bull and he was a deliciously juicy steak just waiting to be eaten. Maybe she was harmless, maybe she was just some silly teenage girl looking for a boy-toy, but even so, Serah made sure to keep an eye on her. You never knew what these types were capable of. Hope seemed to share her concerns, but thankfully enough neither of them let it spoil their fun, and they instead opted for joking about the situation. “You know, I’ve seen some pretty scary things and we’ve had to fight some tough battles, but I don’t think any of them made me feel as terrified as she does,” Serah giggled, “I think I’ll just leave her be, unless she starts noticeably sharpening knives and stabbing pink-haired voodoo dolls,” Serah grinned but tried not to laugh too hard. She almost felt sorry for that girl, they were seriously making fun of her when she might not even be such a bad person. But somewhere during poking fun at Hope’s stalker and feeling somewhat bad about it, she realized something was amiss… Her expression became a bit more serious as she started looking around the room, searching for something. “Wait… where is Mog?” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Words: 1069 Tagged: Hope Location: The dance Outfit: >>> This<<< Notes: Told ya I'd get her muse to cooperate eventually! Also, I planned something for good ol' Mog... >.>
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Hope Estheim
Final Fantasy XIII
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"The lie isn't what matters. It's what you do after you tell it to make it true."
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Post by Hope Estheim on May 23, 2012 11:29:29 GMT -5
The look on Serah's face at the mention of marrying Snow would have been worth all the gil in the world. Hope nodded in proud confirmation of her "really." Any time he could do even the smallest thing for one of these people who had emerged from their time as l'Cie only to be pulled along in the tide again, he would gladly run himself ragged to accomplish it. And...a wedding wasn't going to be something that ran him ragged, so the point made no sense. Still, he felt a great sense of accomplishment hearing that Serah approved of the idea. He also completely understood the waiting thing. "I agree with that one hundred percent," he chimed in, thinking about how nice it would be when the day came that they could all dress in their Sunday finest, pile into a building with poor air conditioning, and watch Snow and Serah finally consummate the relationship they'd been developing and strengthening for...years now. One day they would all get to settle down. For the moment, they had a chance to stop worring about the present and take a wide-eyed look at that future that they were now closer than ever to achieving. It made Hope wonder what his future held, beyond a constant workload that he constantly kept piled on his plate. He'd gotten so used to being endlessly busy that a little rest almost sounded...abnormal, but so very sweet. He stared down at the floor between them, smiling slightly at the thought.
That was assuming Hope could survive the whole night, what with Kayla still standing nearby and looking both murderously at Serah and anxiously at him. Hope wasn't genuinely worried over her, obviously, but these situations did tend to get...strange sometimes. Still, no need to let that dampen their spirits in the slightest. "I thought already-creepy old men who turned into even-creepier fal'Cie was bad enough. At least Barthandelus didn't...cling, technically, though I suppose he was possessive..." Hope looked up at the ceiling, as if pondering the point greatly. "His imitation of you happened to be pretty disturbing too..." Finally, he looked back into Serah's face, with a grin. "You're right...she is more terrifying," Hope ultimately agreed. Honestly, it wasn't all that much of a joke. When it came to fal'Cie or Caius or other violent threats, one could defend themselves to the best of their ability using whatever means they had at their disposal. A girl who apparently wanted every piece of Hope to herself? Well, Hope didn't have a single invention that could counteract that, whatsoever.
At the mention of Mog, Hope knit his eyebrows. The small moogle-like creature had always interested Hope greatly. Did his powers come from Etro? Had he originated solely from Valhalla? He could have likely learned so much from the little creature that accompanied Serah and Noel, but it was not his place to go off and start running tests on the creature without permission or anything of the sort. Hope's curiosity could be appeased on his own time. Besides, Mog was one of them now. And Hope had noticed, as well, that Mog seemed absent from the dance. Did moogles dance? Who knew, but Mog certainly didn't seem interested in it at the moment, lest Hope and Serah simply couldn't see him. "I haven't seen Mog the entire evening," he said, only partially concerned. Mog could turn into a weapon, after all, so he could obviously handle himself. Unless a group of students had a hold of him and were poking him back and forth. Poor, poor Mog. "Can you call him to you?"
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Post by Serah Farron on May 25, 2012 7:51:02 GMT -5
As Serah listened to Hope’s description of Barthandelus, she felt relieved that she’d never actually met the man in person. He sounded creepy… and annoying – a pretty bad combination. The young former-teacher slowly tilted her head when Hope mentioned the fal’cie’s ‘Serah’ imitation. Wait… what? That was news to her. Though Serah had been somewhat conscious during her crystal stasis, which allowed her to feel and hear certain things, the pinkette was sad to say that she hadn’t heard or felt everything. She’d felt Snow’s presence right after she’d been crystallized, she’d even sensed Lightning’s feelings at some point, but a fake Serah? No, she couldn’t remember that part. “His imitation of… me?” she asked slowly, raising a single eyebrow at the preposterous thought of a fal’cie taking on the form of a teenage girl, though perhaps it shouldn’t surprise her too much. Both Snow and Lightning had a serious soft spot for the younger Farron, if anything could manipulate them into cooperation, Serah could. Weird though that thought was, Serah didn’t really linger on it. Obviously the fal’cie’s trap had failed, otherwise none of them would’ve been here today to talk about it. As far as she was concerned, it was a thing of the past. It was still rather creepy though. Perhaps even creepier than Hope’s stalker, though to be fair, Hope had dealt with both of them, whereas Serah hadn’t. Not really. If Hope claimed she was worse than Barthandelus, she probably was. “Poor Hope, always drawing in the crazy,” she sighed amusingly as she patted his shoulder to comfort the poor guy. It really wasn’t fair. With all the crazy and strange people in his life, it was a miracle he hadn’t snapped yet. Maybe he just liked being the only normal person in a big band of misfits. It was certainly something to brag about, if nothing else.
Their talk was rather amusing, and Serah was almost constantly smiling or laughing. It was way overdue with all the tragedy all of them had faced up until now. This dance was a nice opportunity to sit back and relax and just enjoy each other’s company for once. What didn’t amuse Serah, was the fact that her faithful Moogle was missing. “He was with me when I took a seat…” she mused as she looked around the room for a pompom randomly bouncing up and down… but she couldn’t find it. How strange. It wasn’t like Mog to just go off on his own at all, normally he was rather shy around new people. Maybe he had met some of the other Moogles? Serah had seen a few during her time here at the school, they seemed to be assigned to the different classes as assistants or something. If he had gone to seek them out, Serah certainly couldn’t blame him. As much as they got along, Serah and Mog were still completely different species, she could imagine he’d want to spend some time with his own kind. But still… wouldn’t he have said something about it, rather than just floating off without warning? The only time he ever really did that was when… he had found a treasure or signs of a paradox. He couldn’t have sensed a treasure and gone flying towards it, could he? Serah facepalmed in her mind at the thought of that. She could just imagine Mog floating beside some sort of hidden treasure, frantically waving his Moogle Clock around while wondering why in the hell Serah wasn’t coming to retrieve said treasure.
“I… don’t know, to be honest,” she started sheepishly, “From the moment we met, Mog hasn’t left my side. And when he does, he’s always the one who poofs back to me. I’ve never had to call him before…” she imagined it was possible though, they did have a special bond that tied them together. But how exactly would that work? Should she just… focus really strongly on wanting him back? Closing her eyes for a second, Serah tried that, but it didn’t seem to work. “This is really odd… I hope he’s okay,” should she go looking for him? That was the logical thing to do, wasn’t it? When a friend was missing, you went out to try and find them. Maybe nothing was wrong, but maybe something was wrong and Mog really needed her help right now. With a slight frown, she looked back up at Hope, “I-I think I should go look for him, what if he’s in trouble?” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Words: 753 Tagged: Hope Location: The dance Outfit: >>> This<<< Notes: Commence the Moogle Hunt? XD
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Hope Estheim
Final Fantasy XIII
Academy Director[/font][/size]
"The lie isn't what matters. It's what you do after you tell it to make it true."
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Post by Hope Estheim on Jun 1, 2012 7:51:05 GMT -5
"Oh," Hope paused, recalling the possibility that Serah didn't know that Barthandelus had imitated her because...she looked completely confused when he mentioned it. Serah had missed...so much while in crystalstasis. Hope actually wished she'd been with them that whole time, but in reality, she was probably safer in crystalstasis than she would have been dodging adamantoise and dueling with fal'Cie. "After we explored Oerba, we were searching for the means to return to Cocoon. He...came to us while we were wandering aimlessly and managed to imitate you, as he imitated 'Galenth Dysley.' I was suspicious, but for the most part, he had us fooled." Hope shook his head slightly, recalling the event easily despite it happening ten years before. Most of what had happened to him as a l'Cie was still etched into his mind. "Scary how an ages-old fal'Cie, male in nature, could find pleasure in shape-shifting into a young woman. I'm sorry it had to be you," Hope added, sheepishly, holding back a light grin.
Hope did draw in the crazy, didn't he? A side effect of being the most public face of the Academy was the attraction of...everyone he didn't want to attract, apparently. "You should see the situation in Academia. I don't always notice it, but some of the other researchers are always mentioning how often people are asking for me to go with them to their proms and dances, or even how other researchers act around me. I've heard some of those who have asked for me even try to claw their way through security with feral looks in their eyes..." People were constantly having to tell Hope these things about how people reacted to him, because...frankly, he didn't notice it. Nor did he care all that much about it. To be honest, he only cared what one specific Pulsian girl thought about him, and she was only happy and chirpy and maybe even giggly by nature...not because she turned into a completely different person when she saw him. Hope was just glad he couldn't notice and hoped he never would...because his job would really become awkward if he ever did, he believed.
He could tell that Mog's disappearance concerned Serah greatly and knew what she said about him was right. Every time Hope had seen Serah since Mog started traveling with her, the little creature had been always floating over her shoulder, in her arms or otherwise within her immediate vicinity, and not only in times when the two of them could be in danger, but constantly. She'd said he'd been with her when she sat down, so he couldn't have gotten too far. Hope knew they couldn't have missed a glowing cream-puff in this room - he would have stood out immensely against the dim lights of the dance floor and the people in their dresses and suits. So he hadn't just left Serah's side for a moment to go grab another glass of punch or anything of the sort. Hope didn't believe anything here at the school could genuinely threaten the moogle - after all, he could turn into a sword and a bow at will, so he obviously had his powers - but Mog likely didn't understand things about his own world, much less Oriens. There was a possibility he could have gotten himself into a dangerous situation. Or perhaps...someone was bothering him? The chance was enough that Serah's worries were probably merited, as was her desire to go look for him.
"I'll go with you," Hope told her, glancing up from their spot on the dance floor to see if he could spot a path to the doors without having to pass by his young...admirer. Once he did, he nodded Serah towards it and let her follow closely behind him as he paved a way through the dancers. Once to breathing room, Hope turned back down to his pink-haired friend. "Do you have any idea where he could have gone?", he asked, figuring they'd be best with her leading the way in the search instead of Hope blindly jutting through hallways. "Had he found interest in anything at the school that he may have wanted a closer look at?"
Words - 783 Muse - Excellent! Outfit - HereNotes - Not a great ending. D8 Should work okay, though. And feel free to godmod him anywhere, he'll follow.[/size]
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Post by Serah Farron on Jun 19, 2012 7:17:45 GMT -5
The only thing Serah could really do as Hope explained the story about Barthandelus was… stare. Stare as if he’d been sniffing something he shouldn’t have, but the longer she listened, the more she acknowledged that, crazy as the story sounded, it was most likely true anyway. Some fal’cie had actually transformed into her and tried to fool the others into thinking he was the real deal… that thought was more than a little disturbing. Especially since they had apparently believed his scheme for a little while. What damage could he have caused using Snow and Light’s feelings for her against them? The pinkette’s eyes narrowed some as she physically shuddered at the mere thought of it. “Ugh… that’s…” she wasn’t even sure what to say about it. It was just too weird and creepy for words, “That’s really… disturbing…” she told him with a somewhat disgusted look, “Well, at least I wasn’t there to actually see it for myself, so I for one am glad it was me. Imagine if he’d taken one of your forms and tried to play you out against each other…” with a light sigh, she let the creepy thoughts drift away from her mind, and her previously scrunched up face returned to a small smile once again, “It doesn’t matter anyway, it’s over now. We won’t have to worry about him and his cross-dressing ways anymore,” she finished her sentence with a giggle, hoping it would lighten the mood some. Talking about the fal’cie wasn’t exactly a happy subject, especially for Hope, she imagined, considering he had actually been the one fighting the fal’cie at age fourteen.
“Well Hope, that’s what you get for being all grown up now!” she laughed as she poked his ribs playfully, “Maybe you could create some sort of fake Hope that they can cling to while you hide away in your office or something?” Serah shrugged, “Then again… who knows what that might lead to. If you make your copy as smart as you are, before we know it, we’ll have to deal with a robot-Hope army set out to take over the world or something crazy like that,” that would definitely make his creepy fangirls happy though, they could all have a Hope of their own, “You know you don’t really worry about how small things might affect the future until you’re the one who has to travel there and put things right again.” And it wasn’t a lot of fun to be dragged from the present by a vision of the future either, but there was no need to openly talk about that. Just thinking about her situation was depressing enough, talking about it would just make it worse. Besides, Hope didn’t know she saw visions just like Yeul did, right? Best not to tell him then. For now, she wanted as few people as possible to know about this. Just her, Noel and Mog was more than enough for the moment…
That thought made her realize something… where was Mog? Noel could take care of himself, and the two of them didn’t stick to each other like bees to honey, so she wasn’t too worried about the boy from the future. But Mog… Mog did act like a bee who had to stick to Serah, who was apparently the honey in this scenario. It was so unusual for him to stray from her side, and the younger Farron couldn’t help but feel worried. And as she discussed the situation with Hope, who seemed to take her concerns seriously, Serah just felt even worse. Where had he gone? Was he alright? Why hadn’t she paid closer attention to him? One moment he’d been there, the next, he’d just vanished… all of this gave her the most horrible feeling of déjà vu. Wasn’t this almost exactly the same as when Lightning had disappeared? There one moment, gone the next? But Hope still remembered Mog, so obviously the future or the past hadn’t changed. Was it even possible for it to change here, in this other world? As much as Serah knew, the paradoxes were restricted to their own timeline, back in Pulse. Serah paled a little as she walked towards the exit Hope had nodded towards. Since they had passed through the portal, was it possible that they brought the same distortion to the timeline with them?
“No… not really…” she spoke softly, a light tremor in her voice, “No wait… he seemed to really like the fountain outside…” she crossed her arms over her chest as she started heading for the exit leading to the school grounds, “But why would he go there…? It’s hardly something you need to take a closer look at…” she really didn’t like this. This behavior was so unlike Mog. And now, the déjà vu feeling had made her worry about what their presence here might cause. She didn’t want to say it, because so far, this had proven to be a nice distraction from their usual daily struggles with Caius and the timeline, but perhaps it was best if they left as soon as possible. When she finally spotted the entrance, Serah took off in a slight jog, pushing the doors open and running even faster towards the fountain. “Mog? Are you here somewhere?” she called in a slightly panicked tone, “Come on Mog, I’m not angry at you, just please come back, okay?” still no response. With saddened eyes, she turned back to Hope, “I think someone took him… he wouldn’t have left to go sightseeing or whatever without telling me…” clasping her hands together in front of her chest, Serah started pacing a little. “But who would want to take my little Mog?” when they’d first met, Serah wouldn’t have thought it, but she had really come to love Mog like a dear friend. Her expression darkened a little when she thought of possible suspect who might’ve taken him… they’d better not harm him, or she wouldn’t need Mog’s weapon-transforming abilities to kick their ass. “Hey Hope, did you see anyone suspicious at the party tonight?” Serah asked as she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, getting her detective face on, “I doubt it was your fangirl, because she was too busy clinging to you to think about anything else… who else is there?” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Words: 1056 Tagged: Hope Location: The dance Outfit: >>> This<<< Notes: Serah be getting her detective cap on.
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