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Post by Queen (No. 12) on Jul 28, 2012 18:55:35 GMT -5
When one had to grow up too quickly, then feelings and emotions sometimes weren't allowed the time they needed to mature fully. Often, in those circumstances, the 'adults', have feelings that children may have, hidden deep within them, waiting to pop out at any given time. Queen knew that they were on the brink of war. Knew too...that they might not win the battles that would follow. Still, the hope that ran through the building was strong. If the people thought that they could win, perhaps they really would. But the children...Queen walked by the underclassman every day, and wondered. Wondered if some of them would survive the looming war. Not everyone could survive. The world casualties didn't seem...appropriate. There was nothing casual about war or killing, but there would be many casualties. Were they ready for this? Her family was. Class Zero...it was what they had been trained their entire lives for. Yes, they were ready, in top physical condition, and ready to lay down their lives.
But they should get more time to be the children that they were.
Soldiers were supposed to fight in wars, not...not children such as these. But circumstances stated that they didn't have time for these children to become soldiers. They had all been trained from an early age to be able to do just this. Enter into a war and win it, but, that didn't mean it was necessarily right. Still, it was hard to argue with that, when the fate of Sazaku rested in the hands of the students here at the school. A 'school'... Queen had always thought that was what it was, at least when she was younger. It was just a school. Learning to use your abilities, and sharpen them, was just part of that schooling. Now though, things were different. She could see the different purposes this school was fulfilling. Students...of being soldiers. So which were they? Students or soldiers? Hope too...he must have had responsibilities pushed upon him at a young age, at least from what he said right here. Cutting her violet eyes toward him, Queen couldn't resist asking the question she had on her mind. "You've said that it was for your benefit and detriment. Do you regret having to grow up before you should have?"
From what he said, his life hadn't exactly been a cake walk. Though Queen knew of l'cie, she had never been one herself, nor had she personally known anyone that was a l'cie. At least...that she knew of. Hearing of his experiences was enlightening, as well as somewhat saddening. Adults having to face that situation was bad enough...but a child. It sounded like this world was nothing like saving the world. If they failed...one country would change ruler ship. If he had failed, the entire world would have suffer for it, maybe even not survive from the sounds of it. It painted a stark reality really. Walking beside the man that must be only a few years older, she felt like she could relate to him. "Comfort me? Right now, I still have my home, my family and friends are alive, and I have my health. For now, I need no comfort, but thank you." She did appreciate it, she really did. They would need all the comfort they could get when the war came.
Watching Hope settled into the classroom, Queen watched as he stood behind the desk that Kurasame stood behind every day for them. He looked like he would belong there someday. Out of all the members in their class, Queen could only imagine two of them becoming teachers. And that was either Trey or herself. She wouldn't very much want to deal with the stupid students she would undoubtedly get though. If she got more then one Nine to teach in her lifetime, she might just rip her hair out. While he stepped closer to her, Queen asked her question, at least partially, before she stopped. She had chalked up what Cater thought as foolishness, but....lately... While he did provide an answer, and it was technical and logical, like she would expect from him, it wasn't satisfying. So when he asked 'why', she determined that she could trust him not to think her foolish. "A fellow member of class Zero has...well, she's said that she feels like she has déjà vu. I always thought what she said she saw or felt was just nonsense, but lately, I've felt the same thing. Certain sequences or situations can trigger these feelings that this wasn't the life I, or we, were meant to live. Almost as if we're just, actors in a story that isn't ours. I'm not sure how else to describe it, but I know that I feel...like we already went through this war to come, but it hasn't even begun." With a heavy sigh, Queen shrugged.
"It makes no sense."
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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 Aug 10, 2012 11:19:39 GMT -5
A part of Hope had expected Queen to have some questions about his own experiences with having to grow up a little too quickly, and he was more than happy to field them, even if he still didn't fully know if it was the greatest or worse thing that could have ever happened to him. Huh, it was probably the kid in him telling him it was the worst and the adult in him claiming it was the best. Hope felt really old sometimes, but he was only twenty-four, and he still had some kid in him at this age thanks to his own personality, to Vanille and to the energy he possessed. This was...probably a good thing. The outright adults he knew didn't always face situations like the ones Hope was thrust in all too well. He guessed that was why he and the other l'Cie had managed to push through their focus without dying as so many other l'Cie had done - they all still had a little kid in them, whether or not it was hidden away, as with Lightning, or fully on display, as with Snow and Vanille.
But, right, Queen wanted an answer, and Hope gathered himself to provide one that made sense. "I don't regret it," he began, chewing lightly on the inside of his lip. "I wish it had never happened, but I'm probably a better person for it, or maybe even alive because it did. If there had been other l'Cie branded, maybe they wouldn't have made the same decisions, and none of us would be alive now..." Hope had thought about it many times. Say it had never been Serah branded first. Then it never would have been Snow or Light. What if Dajh hadn't been branded? No Sazh. If Snow had never been there, Hope's mother would have never died and he might have been just another Pulse deportee along with his mother. What would have happened then? Someone else could have become l'Cie and Barthandelus may have gotten exactly what he wanted out of them. So...Hope was sometimes thankful it had been him, in a way. He just wished it never had to be anyone at all.
"That's a good attitude to have," Hope told her, when she mentioned she still had everything and so she was not going to worry about what war could take. He had been a big worrier when he was younger...even after the whole ordeal he'd been through, he'd worry about little things when it came to getting his life back on track. Over time, though, he'd learned worrying wasn't the way to operate. Doing to ensure those worries never came to pass was much better - it kept your mind off the problem and it gave you a way to potentially end the problem altogether if one was successful. Even if there was failure at the end, Hope always felt better knowing he'd tried. He guessed it would be the same for Queen. She had to fight to protect this world around her. He only hoped she didn't have to deal with the failure, because it would be far worse than any failed machine or device Hope had tried to build during his years with the Academy.
Hopefully, what she'd learned in the classroom she led him to would be enough to help her and her fellow students win this upcoming war. If the teaching was as fine as the furnishings, then Hope had reason to believe they'd all be just fine. The Kurasame fellow was apparently noted for his teaching, and while he didn't seem to exactly be a shepherd for the young people here, he apparently knew what he was doing. Queen's question about deja vu, though, was clearly not something that came out of a classroom. Hope wasn't sure what to make of what she was explaining to him as he stood there, arms folded and listening to her intently. So it was another student that had brought it up first. Maybe Hope needed to talk to her, as well...but he could do that later, if Queen thought it was necessary.
"I'd normally brush it off as something akin to...an identity crisis or something like it, but if more than one of you are having the same kind of feeling, I doubt that's the issue." Ah, if only Hope was back home he could have called in an expert in the field on the spot and had him or her talk to Queen. Sadly...he just had to guess a little, and try to use rational thought. "Have you spoken to anyone here about it? One of the adults, or your instructor?"
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Post by Queen (No. 12) on Aug 27, 2012 10:45:04 GMT -5
It was hard when destiny chose you to accomplish some task. Queen herself wondered why it was that they had been chosen. What was it about them that Arecia had chosen? She had put that question to King some time ago, and he had simply said that Arecia might know something they didn’t. It was odd, because at that time, there had been no credible threat of war. Nothing that had made it seem like war would be looming on the horizon. They had simply been enjoying the school dance and not worrying about anything. They had been children then, really. Students without thought to anything like this happening to them. In the days and weeks to come, however, Queen felt as if they would graduate from simply being children, to something more. They were going to have to grow up. Immediately she thought of Jack. He would need more growing up then the rest of them. But the fact remained. War matured people beyond their years. Yes, Arecia must have known, somehow. Or perhaps it was just purely chance. Queen didn’t know at all really, so how could she pretend that she did? It was all just a guessing game to them.
Why was anyone chosen to do the task assigned? Listening to his story, Queen almost felt like she had the answer to that question. Almost felt as if the answer to why people were chosen was based on their ability to complete the task at hand. Not necessarily experience in that area, just…the determination. He spoke of what might have happened had his group not been chosen. That was exactly what she felt like regarding her little family. Could the underclassman deal with what was going to come? They would have to, she supposed, but they wouldn’t be the leaders. Every one of them would be looking up to them as leaders. Looking up to Ace, Deuce, Trey, Cater, Cinque, Sice, Seven, Eight, Nine, Jack, King and herself. Who else was there? They wanted leaders that would be easy to relate to, that would be there, shouldering the responsibility of war. And yes, even though it shouldn’t have to be resting on the shoulders of mere students, that was what it was boiling down to.
And just like him, if they didn’t pull it off, everyone could die. That wasn’t to say that it would indeed happen, but it was very likely. That was a sobering thought right there. Standing calmly, Queen simply glanced over at Hope as he talked about his brand. “We're all honed to finer steel by the experiences we survive,” she said quietly. It was true, really. If they never had to go through trials…then…what then? Really, what would happen to them? She didn’t think they would figure it out, what with all the trials that would be coming in the future. If they survived this, then they would be lucky. She was smart enough to know that. Cid’s forces were powerful, and many.
Here he had gone through that, and he was feeling sorry for her? She had to put that thought to rest as best she could, hoping that he would no longer feel that pity for her. She would take those feelings when they had been pummeled into the ground. Until then, nothing had happened to them yet. And that, hopefully, would be the way it would stay. But yet there were those feelings of this not even being the life they were meant to live. That was such a strange idea, such a strange thought, but it was what was going through her head. She wasn’t sure just why she was thinking that. Or what life they were supposed to be living though. That was the problem. Perhaps she should talk to Cater more about what she was thinking. What that would accomplish, she wasn’t sure, but it had to accomplish something, right?
So far, he hadn’t said she was crazy. That was a positive, right? Shaking her head slowly when he asked if she had talked to any of the instructors about it, Queen pondered over what he had said. “Most of them would probably write it off as just crazy talk, or at least, I would think that. Or perhaps that’s an excuse I’ve made up in my mind. Regardless, what you’ve suggested may be a good idea. Getting it out more into the open would increase the chances of someone knowing what I was talking about.”, she mused aloud, resting her hand under her chin. Perhaps there were others out there aside from Cater or her that was feeling these things. “The one person I would probably tell above the others, though, told Cater not to worry about it. When she told me that, I just agreed with Arecia, saying that it was nothing, but…now that I think of it more in depth, it would seem odd that Arecia wouldn’t be more concerned.” It was all strange. Very, very strange.
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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 Sept 8, 2012 7:54:14 GMT -5
"Right," Hope spoke up in agreement to Queen's statement, "but we have to make sure we're not forged to the point that we've lost all pliability." The analogy was a poor one, but Hope figured he got his point across. Men like Yaag Rosch and Cid Raines had been through so much that they had become almost the very thing they fought against before the end of the l'Cie crisis - a danger to the people they had served. Though Hope couldn't say whether what this school and its students were going to face would be the same as he and his friends had faced during their well-fated journey across Cocoon and Pulse, he did know that if they let the war and the enemies they were fighting become all they cared about, they would end up in the same situation as he had when he'd been so bound and determined to kill Snow. These Milite imperials may have truly been the enemy and deserved only as much sympathy as an enemy was allowed to give. He hoped that was exactly what they were being taught in these classrooms, and judging by what he knew of the instructors...he thought it just might be.
So Queen had been told not to worry too much about her odd memory problems? Or her friend's? Well, Hope couldn't really add anything to that, and that was a feeling he didn't relish. A second opinion was always good, and Hope wished he could provide one. If Queen truly was bothered by these issues, he had not a single reason to doubt that there was something to it. In a way, it almost sounded like the issue had been lightly brushed off...maybe there was a reason for that? Well, Hope could judge neither way until he knew more about deja vu in and of itself. There was a reason he was a scientist; it was because he had a passion to learn whatever he could, and to test it. So he wanted to learn...and maybe, if he felt so bold, he'd have to ask their "Mother" about the issue as well. Hopefully, he wouldn'f find himself stumbling across a subject that was too complicated. "I can't really go over anyone's head on the subject, because I don't know enough to be able to give you a good explanation or a good remedy for the problem, but..." He shrugged. "I'd gladly take the time to read up on the issue. It interests me, so I wouldn't have any trouble giving it my attention. Once I've found some good information, maybe we could sit down for a talk? Assuming things haven't...come to a head by then, of course. And if you feel that you need to, you can always come to me about it at anytime. My door, so long as I'm here, is always open," he expressed, professionally, before giving way to a smile. "Though I can't guarantee whatever's going on behind it will be totally safe."
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Post by Queen (No. 12) on Sept 17, 2012 22:44:39 GMT -5
Queen wanted to sigh when he mentioned that though he could read up on it, he didn’t know enough to be able to give her an answer. She had to admit, she hadn’t thought that he would know, but it had been worth a shot. To be perfectly honest, she had mostly been needing to get it off her chest. Still, she was bound with her position as a leader to not mention her own doubts and worries. If she mentioned something to her classmates, they might start to doubt, and she had to build them up to be able to face the coming war. Arecia she had already tried to no success, and the rest of the underclassman, she was sure, would take it extremely badly if she came right out and mentioned that she thought they had been in a war before. It didn’t make sense, but it was something that she herself was going to have to look into, no one else could do so for her. That was why she had felt the need to get her thoughts off her chest and into the open. Once she did, then she could hopefully sort out an explanation herself.
And along with that came the conversation she’d had with King at the dance. She had put the question to him about why Arecia had chosen them. He hadn’t had an answer for her either, outside the obvious ‘she must have liked us.’ Well yes, she must have, but there had to be something more to it than just that. There just had to be. She wasn’t sure what, but she meant to find out. Arecia knew something else, she was sure of it. Queen had spent a life time with Arecia. Growing up, Queen had sought to please their ‘mother’, and had learned to read her moods and actions, what happened when she had a certain facial expression, or what certain looks meant. She was sure that the older woman had been holding something back when Queen had asked her flat out about this whole idea of having been in a war before but not quite being sure if it was real or just a dream or something. She hated not being told the entire truth.
Still, even if he couldn’t fix it, Queen’s heart was warmed that he would offer to do so. Nodding at him, she crossed her arms and pondered slightly over that. “I would like for you to do that, as it would really help to sort out this mess if we could come up with something,” she mentioned slowly. It was kind of him to offer his assistance. He was such a nice man. She hoped that if they were to have a war break out among the nations of Oriens, that he would be safely back in his home world and not have to deal with another war. From the sounds of it, he had been put through enough in his young life. It would just be cruel for him to have to go through something else even if he didn’t live in this world. Yes…she hoped he was gone before this all came to a head, but she didn’t mention that.
She smiled in amusement when he stated that he wasn’t this was going to be completely safe. She hadn’t expected it to be, nor did she think that it would be safe. “I had no expectations of what being behind this to be anything but something made of misery. No, I’m prepared for this to become a hell.”, she said softly. It was true. No one could predict the future, but Queen was always prepared for the worst. And she had a hunch… But that was something for another day. “Come on,” she said easily, waving him after her with her hand. “I’ll show you the airship landing bay.” From what he seemed to do for a living, he would probably enjoy the bay. Walking to the door, Queen opened the familiar gateway to the outside world and waited for him to come again. While she waited, she thought about another person from his home that had come to Rubrum. “There was a young man named Noel here, he’s from your world too, correct? The local informative said that he was quite the charmer of women.”, she commented in her amusement, waiting for him to comment. Carla had such a way with getting everyone in class Zero to love her, what with those ridiculous blogs of hers. “I’ve yet to meet him, so I can’t say for certain.”
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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 Sept 28, 2012 10:04:10 GMT -5
"You could at least have some peace of mind," Hope added to her comments, when she said she'd be fine with him reading up on the subject that concerned her, "which must be important with all that's going on around your class." Even thinking about the situation logically, it was strange how...students of their age could be put into a role of such importance for an upcoming war without someone knowing...specific information about them or about how they would perform. Actually, it wasn't logic. The idea of Queen's deja vu actually having a factual basis to it couldn't be considered logical, but considering all Hope had seen in his young life, he wouldn't have the worst trouble believing it. Solving the problem was another task entirely...but as he'd told her, he wanted to know why she was having these incidents of deja vu and he would be almost as interested to find out why the school would be so convinced that students of this age could be so important to them...
Regardless, it would be later when he cracked open any books or brought up any Academy files on his own computer to look up some information on it. He could think more about it then, and maybe put Queen's mind more at ease, even if she did know what was ahead of them wasn't going to be pretty. A little reassurance, though, could go a long way, so he'd even be willing to spend days finding out about her premonitions if he had them. Judging by his progress on the portal device...he would certainly have at least a few days. Unfortunately for what he could do for Queen and her class, he had Serah and Noel relying on him as well, so he would have to keep his attention balanced.
And for now, his attention was on seeing what Queen had to present about the school. Nodding at her words and moving to follow, he slipped behind her out of the door and eased it shut behind him, catching her words as she did so. "Yes," Hope spoke up, to let her know they were from the same world. Her next words...caused him to bring an eyebrow up slightly, though, and he had to think about it a few seconds.
Noel, a charmer? Hope had to admit he didn't know him as well as he knew Serah, but...that didn't sound exactly like Noel. "Back to that subject of gossip again," Hope said, with a grin, before knitting his eyebrows to come up with a good answer. "Noel's not...exactly a charmer of women...well, not on purpose. I'm not even sure he knows too much about women in general. That could be why someone would say he's charming?" Reasoning through something always made it make more sense. Noel could probably come across as charming...since he was so unused to women in general and probably treated them all as well as he treated Serah. Hope thought he should bring that up. "Noel's actually from a different culture than the rest of us...a place where most people had actually passed away. He's not accustomed totally to a place like this school, with so many people. He's adjusting well, though." Considering he hadn't had a complete breakdown from culture shock spoke well enough of him. Going from a village with at most twenty people alive when he'd been born to a place like Academia or Rubrum...had to be jarring. "You might want to speak with him if you get a chance. He's...in a situation sort of like you, with memory problems. Noel doesn't mind talking about the parts of his past he can remember, either."
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Post by Queen (No. 12) on Oct 2, 2012 23:36:10 GMT -5
Peace of mind…
Some days Queen wondered if that even existed any longer. “Yes…peace of mind.” It really didn’t seem like it at times. No, at times, it seemed as if they had been fighting forever, and would be fighting for as long as time still continued on. Perhaps that was a negative way to look at it, but it was what she felt, and she couldn’t really say that it didn’t have merit. Still, he was being as helpful as he could, and suggesting that researching and getting answers about this might get her that peace of mind. Honestly, it would probably just give her less peace of mind when she did find out the answers. Really, she wasn’t sure if it was a can of worms that she really wanted to open. One she did open it and did know what this was about, the answers might not be what she wanted. Still, she supposed she had to actually find out and allow herself to know before she could judge if she really wanted to find out or not.
That foolish talk could wait for later though. Placing it in the back of her mind where it belonged, she walked open and opened the door for her companion, asking him a question regarding another foreigner that had recently been thrown through the portals. Queen hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting him, but from what Carla Ayatsugi seemed to say, this Noel character was quite the lover boy, or at least, had the look of one. So she had to figure out if they were indeed from the same world. His confirmation made her move onto the next section of questioning. The puzzled look on his face when she actually asked that made her smile, but she didn’t comment on it.
It was just as obvious that he had never been faced with a question quite like the one she had just given him. With knitted eyebrows and a comment about gossip, Queen lifted one shoulder in a shrug while she led them down the hallways. “Most of the talk around here is one form of gossip or another. This happens to be a blog from a very…prominent figure outside of Class Zero.”
From how Hope painted him out, he seemed not quite so interesting as she had thought he might be. Carla’s blog had sure made him seem like a lot more of a charmer than Hope seemed to think he was. Cocking a brow, Queen nodded at him. “I’m sure that’s probably it.” Now that she had two sides of the story, Queen felt more and more like she wanted to meet this Noel character and see which side was correct, though it was probably Hope, as he apparently knew the man from his own world. Though it was slightly intriguing that he came from a different culture, what really struck her was that this Noel was having memory troubles as well. Furrowing her brow, Queen slowly nodded, her stride slowing somewhat as she contemplated what he said. “Do you think this Noel would want to talk about his memory problems? I would like to get some different ideas from different people on this subject, just to see what I might be dealing with here,” she finished, sending him a glance.
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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 Nov 5, 2012 7:26:32 GMT -5
"Blogs….those I really, really know about…”, Hope informed her, shaking his head to indicate how what he knew was a far cry from pleasant. Yes, bloggers loved to sit behind their computers and type up all manner of conspiracy theories, fantastic claims about the daily lives of public figures, and sometimes, nothing more than a few words meant to sting the individual or group they were targeting. Hope liked to keep aware of the citizens of Academia and their wishes at all times, and thus, tended to spend a few hours every couple of weeks in front of his own computer to skim through a handful of politically-inclined blogs that he knew by name. Usually, by the end of his skimming, Hope started to believe everyone in Academia started to hate him – at least, until he read the comments defending him or the other Academics that proved to be more numerous than the bloggers. Naturally, he didn’t believe any blogger at a school, especially not one who was only interested in the belief that Noel was a charmer, could be quite that vicious. Thus, his mouth tore again into a smile. ”It sounds to me like someone wants Noel to be a charmer. Are you sure the blogger didn’t want to get his attention?”, Hope asked, figuring it could indeed be true. Boy did he know how teenagers could be about having someone of the opposite gender dominate their thinking. At least Hope’s someone had turned out to return the sentiment.
But, anyway, enough of his random speculations. With his eyes again taking in the majority of what they were passing – with him noticing again how much of a homey feel the school had, making it seem not as much like a school but more like a mansion – Hope noticed a very short bout of silence from Queen that convinced him that she was thinking about something. After a few more steps he turned back to her, how young she truly was again almost surprising him with how mature she was being about the situation that she and her classmates would soon face. It made him purse his lips. Hope knew it was rather silly for him to think overmuch of it, since he’d barely been beyond the scrawny kid stage before his own disaster had arrived, but Queen was a girl without parents attending classes to learn how to fight against an enemy army in a war…in a uniform with a typical schoolgirl’s skirt. He wondered how it hadn’t hit him harder before, noticing how terror was concealed by normalcy and, to a degree, innocence. Squeezing his eyes shut as he tried not to consider the paradox any longer, Hope was undoubtedly glad when Queen asked again about Noel to distract him from his thoughts. He swallowed and cleared his throat, deciding not to look at her for a couple more seconds.
”He probably wouldn’t mind. Even if I don’t know him as well as Serah, I’ve never noticed his being especially secretive about his origins or his past,” he informed her, obviously referring to Noel. Hope did manage to look at her again. ”His memory situation might be a little fantastic, if I’m at all right in my assumptions about it. You might have heard; he and Serah are time travelers, actually, and they’re trying to correct some issues in our own world’s timeline that doomed Noel’s culture to a quick end. If that task isn’t already complicated enough, the corrections that they’re making in the timeline are, as some of us at the Academy think, causing Noel’s memories to disappear. He thinks that could be the case, as well, but I can’t speak for him in that regard. You might find that he has some interesting things to tell you.” Hope knew that, even if there truly was no relation in Queen and Noel’s memory problems, that they could possibly serve to provide a little mutual comfort nonetheless. Whenever one knew that someone else was facing a similar problem, it always gave a little peace of mind.
There was that phrase again. At this point, Hope wasn’t even sure he had peace of mind about these Rubrum students.
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Post by Queen (No. 12) on Nov 8, 2012 9:13:22 GMT -5
People in high positions, or positions that others envied usually did know what being under the thumb of bloggers was like. Queen herself had recently read the article about…tickets to certain places. She hadn’t taken offense though, because first off, she would rather Carla write her propaganda about her and not the younger members, and secondly, it wasn’t true anyway…at least mostly not true. Of course every lie was based off of some truth, and the case was no different now. The messed up part was the meaning behind it and how twisted Carla had made it seem. But anyway, that was far off the topic that they were currently on, and Queen was definitely not going to tell anyone that didn’t know, more about it. They could read it themselves and make their judgments after that if they wanted to. Hopefully they thought the title for Nine’s overcompensating article was a lot more interesting. Or that most recent one of Emina…Queen had to admit she’d gotten a laugh out of reading that. Ridiculous, but funny.
And Carla wanting attention from Noel? Hope obviously didn’t know Carla. Queen supposed it could be true of course, but in her mind, the chances were pretty slim. “Carla wants attention from everyone, and she’s good at getting it.”, she mused. “But as far as men are concerned, if it was a blonde we, of course, but Carla doesn’t seem to care.” That was one thing that Queen could really give Carla, was that she didn’t seem to throw herself at every member of the opposite sex like most of the girls around the place did. Queen admired her for that, though not quite for any other reason. But…it was entirely possible. After all, you would have to be a fool as a woman not to realize that Noel was a very attractive young man. “But of course, Noel is an attractive man, and Carla is a girl. It doesn't take much more than that.”, she commented offhand. Queen herself realized that, though she wasn’t going to be running off and draping herself all over his arm. She would leave that to the Kayla’s of the world. Hopefully he never had to deal with her.
But there were better things to talk about than the Carla and Kayla’s of the world. Like this whole problem that they had originally been talking about. She was relieved to hear that Noel wasn’t a secretive person, because Queen would love to really talk to him about this whole problem as well. The more opinions and different people she could talk to and ask the better. As the old saying went, don’t put all your eggs in the same basket.
She had to admit that she became very interested when Hope started talking more about their situation and just what Noel and the other girl, Serah, had been doing lately. Time traveling? That sounded exciting, and challenging. Queen had never traveled through time, and had thought it just a mere fantasy until that moment to be perfectly honest. At first she thought Hope was just pulling her leg, but a glance over toward him confirmed that he looked to be just about as serious as he could be about this subject. That caused her to furrow her brow and really think about it. Hell…she would love to hear about that. “I didn’t think time travel was possible.”, she mentioned, voicing her opinions. “If what you say is true, I think I would very much enjoy to have some time to talk to Noel about that. He might be more insightful than I had first thought as well.”
Quickly they got to the ship hangers, and Queen tapped in the security pattern to get in. Quickly the doors opened, and Queen walked inside, gesturing for Hope to follow her. And there they were, the ship hanger. “Do they look anything like the aircrafts from your world?”, she asked curiously, glancing over at the man beside her to see his reaction to the place they were in. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 864 Muse:; Great! Location:; Aircraft hanger Outfit:; Uniform Tagged:; Hope Notes:; Nooo, twas a good post! Listening To:; Heartbreaker - Pat Benatar
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