The Butterfly Effect [Vanille]

[Oerba Dia Vanille]

So strange…so familiar but…so different than what Vanille remembered. Orphan’s Cradle before had been so well structured, Eden had guided the l’cie through the entire cradle until they had reached the Narthex where Barthadules had been waiting to shatter their dreams of saving the world. This place though, it was like a terrible copy of Orphan’s cradle without all the detail that went into it before, it didn’t lead to much of anywhere aside from this section that looked like some sort of battlefield. It was strange, but there were no answers Vanille could provide for its existence, hell, she figured this place was destroyed when Orphan had been defeated and when Cocoon began to fall towards Gran Pulse. How and why would this place still remain intact? Well, perhaps with all of the returning people, such as Yaag Rosch and even Barthandules, maybe this was just another fluke within the entire scheme of things? That was the best thing she could come up with, and to put her mind at ease for now, that’s what she chose to believe.

As Hope was inspecting the manikin, Vanille was just looking around, trying to spot a path of sorts. Her hand close to her chin as she tapped a finger against her lips, making a ‘hmm’ sound within that high squeaky voice of hers. “Well, I’m not seeing anything. No path to take, usually those would just appear if I remember correctly, due to Eden guiding us…” her voice trailed off, thinking aloud before thinking silently to herself. This just wasn’t Orphan’s cradle, some sort of ‘cheap knockoff’ of the cradle that they remembered. Even still, the most common of all questions still needed to be answered. Why? Why the cradle copy? Why create clones of Lightning? It was all very strange, but that was why they needed to continue searching! Maybe they’d actually find something later down the road, even though there was no clear path to take, all this optimism, it sounded so much like Vanille, and that’s when she spotted the newest gate that had appeared at the base of a small stairway.

That hadn’t been there a few minutes ago.

Walking and standing in front of the gate, it looked different than the one they previously passed through. It didn’t have an arch, no glyphs that were glowing, it was just there. It had a darker aura around it but there was pretty much nowhere else to go. Whether this was safe or not, there wasn’t much of an option unless they wanted to sit around in this poorly copied Orphan’s cradle like sitting ducks. “Okay! Let’s see what’s on the other side!” she chimed before reaching back, being her usual self, grabbing Hope’s arm and pulling him along with her as the gate sort of teleported them out of Orphan’s Cradle and to a completely different location. With tightly closed eyes, Vanille could just feel the wind difference here, it was breezy wherever they were, and the excitement she had was simply like a child, which made her flick her eyes open and see the new surroundings. Yep, definitely not Orphan’s Cradle anymore!

“Oh! This place looks more promising.” She said releasing Hope’s arm and taking a few skip-like-steps around. It was brighter, more airy here, but she wasn’t quite sure what it was or where it was. Oh well, worth exploring, right? Yes, as always. Taking a few steps down a small flight of stairs, she placed her hands on her hips as she saw the dangerous looking gaps between the floor and the outer perimeter of whatever this thing was. The Bahamut – not that she knew the name – was not a place for child’s play. Exploring was all they really could do, unless they wanted to risk getting thrown off the side of this odd looking structure. “Better be careful, it looks like one wrong step and it’d be a long way before you hit any sort of ground.” She informed, less squeaky and more serious before going off to explore a bit, not that there seemed to be anything worth exploring or investigating just yet, then again, she’d thought the same about Orphan’s Cradle upon first arrival.

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Muse:[/color] Great!
Tagged:[/color] Hope
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Listening To:[/color] Something!
Notes:[/color] Godmod if you wish!

[Hope Estheim]

On the move again...but it was their only choice, really. They were essentially lost, if they were being completely honest with themselves. Lost in a place they...shouldn't have been able to get lost in like Orphan's Cradle. But this was something akin to fal'Cie magic that was holding this odd imitation together, and thus Hope started feel like it was just a magical dimension or something along those lines that had been created when the portals had been, with pieces of each world. It was just a theory, yes, and Hope didn't quite have all the clues yet, but it was possible this could just be a giant magical mirage that a fal'Cie was either generating - since some Cocoon fal'Cie had been capable of casting mirages or illusions or the sort - or it was just a magical...reflection so to say, reflecting the worlds in which fal'Cie magic existed. Still, guesses. And Hope needed a bigger sample size to make sure he was right. Thus, having Vanille pull him into the strange glowing entity that they'd been studying for a few seconds was exactly what Hope would have been wanting anyway. He stepped in line with her. "Get ready," he needlessly warmed, before every sensation crossing his body save for his contact with Vanille shifted, leaving him feeling...turbulence.

He pried open his eyes, which had squinted against the sensation. ...This was certainly different. What Hope found around him was not a strongly-colored series of steps floating inside a shell, but instead...some sort of platform that seemed to give into open air on all sides. The platform was a part of a...series of stairs, by the looks of it, one Hope could see Vanille descend. There were controls on a nearby panel. Considering the wind speed whipping past them...Hope also surmised they were very, very high up. "Vanille...I think we've found some sort of an airship," he thought out loud, moving to lean over one of the panels, fit within a decorative tower, as he did so. He wasn't sure he wanted to take the few extra steps to look over the edge. "An airship we can't be sure isn't active...be careful, Vanille. Make sure you're nearby a support you can hold to." The last thing he wanted was for this ship - if he was right with his assumption - to take off and leave them to be dragged off by the wind and turbulence.

Next came the questions. "If this is an airship, it's unlike anything I've seen from the Sanctum or the Academy. It's...antiquated," Hope analyzed, as he followed behind Vanille. So they go from Orphan's Cradle to the top of some airship? No sense existed in this scenario, and Hope had no means of studying the odd "portals" transferring them back and forth. Thankfully, though, this time, things seemed peaceful enough for the moment that Hope and Vanille could do a bit of studying. Crouching down, he felt of the surface. Very simple exterior armor on the ship, furthering his guess that it was antiquated. What really needed to happen that he needed to find some way to explore the rest of the ship. "Do you notice any way down into the top? Or down the side?", Hope asked his companion, popping up and spinning in a circle to see if he could find anything. If there was anything to be found in terms of different pathways, though, he didn't doubt Vanille would be the one to find them. It was only one among her many talents.

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[Oerba Dia Vanille]

This new place was definitely something unlike anything the red headed Pulsian had ever seen before. Curly pigtails whipped back and forth quickly due to the wind and air around them, Vanille could feel the breeze easily, and when Hope spoke up, she had no doubt in her mind that he was right. Looking around a bit, being careful not to get too close to the edges of the possible airship, Vanille looked around for something to hold onto should something happen, but she doubted anything bad would happen, that was just her cheery disposition shining once more. “Okay, I’ll be careful, I’m not sure if this is…even all put together.” She said with a look of confusion, a hand moving to rest below her chin as she turned and started examining this airship. If Vanille knew anything about structures, it was whether they were ancient, modern or even legit. This had a familiar feel that Orphan’s Cradle had, the crappily copied one they were just in of course.

Something here as just off, this entire trip.

Since entering the portal from Pulse to this…whatever place this was, Vanille wasn’t sure what was real and what was just an illusion or just a copy, a faulty copy. She was really focused now, looking at the construction of this airship, looking at the texture of the material used…it just didn’t seem legit to her. With a long ‘hmm’ sound, she began looking around, looking for a way up or inside to the airship as Hope had asked. She didn’t see anything worth pointing out, it was just weird, as if this was just an outside copy of something, a structure that didn’t have many details to it. “I don’t think I see anything.” She said with a shake of her head, dropping her hand from her chin to her side, still curious, as always, as to how this was even working. What was this place? And why was Orphan’s Cradle and those Lightning copies a part of it? Shaking her head as if to stop the many questions from coming to mind, she turned around swiftly towards Hope, a bright expression on her face as she decided to throw out her own theories.

“What if this is just like Orphan’s Cradle? Or what we thought was Orphan’s Cradle? I mean…it had the same concept, but no real detail. You couldn’t go any further than the platforms we were standing on. What if this is the same idea? Not that I recognize this place at all, it looks very foreign to me.” She said shrugging and taking a minor glance around once more before turning back to Hope, wondering where her theory was going with him. “What if this entire world we’ve walked into is just…one big farce after another?” tilting her head and moving her hands to fold behind her back, it was pretty much the only real explanations he could come up with, but she had been known to be wrong before. Theories, that’s all these were, nothing more could explain them to her, not the copies, nor the locations. They were all just very…imperfect to her, unnatural, what else could it be besides fake?

This is why she wasn’t the reasearcher.

Words:[/color] 666 <-- o.O
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Hope
Wearing:[/color] Already linked
Listening To:[/color] Random stuffs!
Notes:[/color] We can have more manikins attack? Force them the flee? Whatever

[Hope Estheim]

"And there's no way for us to tell. The technology is so much different from anything I've ever seen," Hope added to Vanille's comment, with a shake of his head. These findings of theirs...they could do absolute wonders for the Academy's research and development department and also for the organization's understanding of the worlds around them. But Hope didn't understand fully how he'd gotten here, nor did he understand how they would get back. He rubbed at his eyes slightly. So he was finding all of these interesting features and pieces of worlds, yet he could do nothing to study them. It made Hope remember why he loved his controlled environments. He wasn't about to let this ship go on without a single sample to study. Dropping down to the odd exterior of the "ship", Hope pulled a small, curved sampling scalpel from his belt and brought it down to what looked to be a slightly chipped portion of the top of the hull. He raked the scalpel across it, picking up a few slivers of the material, and grabbed a small container from his belt, letting them fall into it. It was a pathetic source of information, but there was a chance they could find some semblance that magic was or had been used here before that would at least give them a few small clues as to what exactly he and Vanille were stumbling across. In addition to the sample from the "Lightning", the Academy just might find themselves with some worthwhile basis to form a hypothesis.

Popping back up and returning the container to his belt, Hope wheeled around in place to spot Vanille, who had apparently finished up her own search and had something to say. Hope crossed his arms over his chest, listening. What she said was true, of course. They certainly weren't back into the real world, so this place undoubtedly had some sort of link to the odd, broken form of Orphan's Cradle they'd found. It passed his mind briefly that this could be some part of Orphan's Cradle they hadn't explored when they'd been on their way to fight Orphan and Barthandelus...they had seen those platforms, the strange tower and all sorts of oddities. What would stop there being an outer section of Orphan's Cradle, in the open air, that they'd never come upon because they hadn't needed to? But...this place was moving. Hope knew for a fact that if this was over the top of Eden, they would be able to see the city below them. Unless it was some...fal'Cie mirage... There were so many explanations, and they had not an ounce of proof for any of them.

The thought made him sigh, before Vanille made another good point. He looked into her green eyes, studying them as if he could find a greater truth from a link of minds or something similar. Without thinking about it, his hand started moving along with his thinking out loud. "A series...", he began, before craning his head to the side. "It could be entirely possible that a fal'Cie or other...well, god-being, could create a place such as this one, real or illusory, with memories of places from our world or different worlds, depending on its origin. A god doesn't necessarily care for sentiment, though...it could be a simple accident of power." He dropped the first hand that was motioning, moving to the other one. "Or they could be creating these places, and those clones of Lightning we saw, for some specific person. Think about Titan. His only goal is to create an evolutionary system where the strongest monsters and beings survive while the others die out. A god could be creating this place for people like us, who pass through, to test them. I-"

Hope's eyes barely caught a flicker of the form behind Vanille, but it was enough. He stopped short and shot forward, pulling Vanille out of the way of an arrow - narrowly - that skirted by and plunged itself into the wall behind them. With a glance to the arrow and to Vanille to make sure she was okay, Hope immediately turned back to the source of the shot. There stood a young man, a crossbow in hand. His body possessed the same strange sheen as the clone of Lightning. He was also saying something, but Hope ignored it. It would be more drivel. "There's the proof," Hope said to Vanille. "We should leave as fast as we can."

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[Oerba Dia Vanille]

This exploring thing was quite exciting! Aside from the weird fact that they’d just traveled through an incomplete version of orphan’s cradle and defeated two Lightning clones…well that was enough dangerous excitement for one day, wasn’t it? With a curious look in her eyes, Vanille kept moving, slowly and taking in the details of this structure, this…airship that was far from anything she’d ever seen before, even on Pulse. Tapping a finger against her chin, she placed her free hand on a wall and tapped her fingers against it. It didn’t feel as solid as something like this should’ve felt. It was almost…an incomplete structure in her eyes. Maybe the portal they’d plopped through hadn’t led them to anywhere real, was all of this imaginary? It was a curious thought, something she decided to voice, and her eyes turned to Hope, searching for an answer whether he had one or not.

Listening to Hope, Vanille had her eyes set on him the entire time, her back facing the open area. She wasn’t concerned, at least at the moment, simply nodding and listening to him, taking in his words and understanding them. They flowed well with her own idea of all of these worlds they were traveling to being once farce after another…but there wasn’t much to go off of behind that theory. Aside from everything being seemingly incomplete. It was a nice theory though, she’d admit that much. Shaking her head slightly, conjuring up her own thoughts and ideas to add to Hope’s, Vanille was caught by surprise when he abruptly stopped speaking, moving forward and pulling her out of the way. Barely. Vanille swore she could hear the wind on that arrow as it plunged itself into the wall, directly where she’d once been standing a few short seconds ago.

With wide green eyes, Vanille looked towards the arrow, her heart having stopped for a brief moment before her head whipped around to face the being that had nearly turned her into a kabob. Placing a hand over her heart and feeling its regular beat begin to come back, she looked to hope with a pale shade on her face, nodding in agreement before taking a few steps in the opposite direction of the manikin. “Yes, quickly.” She commented in agreement as her feet then picked up pace, where she was going? Well, she wasn’t sure, anywhere that she wouldn’t get shot with an arrow. It was then her eyes spotted another gate, like the last one they’d traveled through to lead to this awkward airship. Pointing forward, she then picked up her pace even more until she was running, knowing in the back of her mind Hope would be right behind her. There was no time to get distracted in a place like this, especially when there were crossbows involved. “This way! Another gate is waiting for us!” she called in a squeaky almost worried tone, moving towards the gate and not even thinking twice before letting it take here away from this airship…away from the manikin and to a new and completely unfamiliar place, just as the previous one was.

This time traveling seemed to go a lot faster and smoother than the last. It was simply like walking and ending up someplace new. Her eyes had to adjust to the darkness, but it was almost a peaceful feeling that surrounded the young pulsian as she stared…at a night sky, some rocky formations and what looked to be like water in the distance. It was quite pretty, very relaxing and very quiet. With a silent tone, she spoke up, feeling as if she were to speak loud, it would shatter the peace. “I think this is the best place we’ve seen thus far.” She whispered, looking at the sky in awe, feeling relaxed, and not worrying about anymore crossbows for now.

Words:[/color] 756
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Hope!
Wearing:[/color] Already linked
Listening To:[/color] Nothing!
Notes:[/color] Lunar place via IV!

[Hope Estheim]

Hope never liked close calls with his friends - especially Vanille - but this one was particularly rattling with how close Vanille had come to having an arrow in her back. Clearly they were not dealing with the slouch, as had been the case with the Lightning clones being so close in fighting style to the real thing. Already the clone with the crossbow was fitting another arrow and getting ready to launch it at them again, but Hope wasn't about to go dragging Vanille around just yet. Giving her a chance to recover, he only reacted once she started moving and spoke up, following behind her and only sending forward some fire towards the clone to try and cover them as they slipped away. Once it detonated in front of the copy, Hope whirled around and kept himself right behind his companion, noticing the next portal-thing she was gunning for over her shoulder. He gave her a nod in spite of the fact her back was turned when she audibly pointed it out. "Keep moving! I'm right behind you!", he said, as he dropped down to the level with the portal behind her and watched her disappear into it. Hope took one more glance behind him, noticing a second arrow coming just in time to step aside from it, scrunch up his nose at the clone and step into the glow of the portal, the whipping winds atop the strange...ship leaving him and a complete and serene peace almost shocking him as he felt the "trip" ending. Hope stumbled slightly on the other side, but caught himself very quickly, eyes wide at the surroundings.

The place was beautiful, if in a haunting way.

Hope especially found his eyes glued on the sky as he eased his way to where Vanille was standing. The place was nothing short of impressive. It seemed even...celestial, in a way. And it reminded Hope of maybe...Lake Bresha after it had become crystallized, with the way everything seemed to have a sheen and even a glow to it. He managed a slow nod to Vanille's words, though he was still pretty enamored by all that was going on, so much that he almost didn't hear her. "I agree." But Hope did have a little thought in the back of his head that was keeping him from completely taking in every single part of this place...and he only gave himself the time to walk forward a few feet, crouch down to the ground, and take a sample of the odd, rocky ground beneath their feet. Once he had it tucked into his belt and could look up at the sky above him one more time, he turned his gaze, slightly regretful, to Vanille. "We probably shouldn't stay too much longer... We'll need to be getting back soon, to make sure no one comes after us and ends up in danger from those clones."

He crossed his arms over his chest. Getting back wasn't a clear course of action...how exactly were they supposed to get back to the grassy area where the original portal had been? Hope had seen no clear way as of yet. "I'm...not sure how we should go about returning, though... These, uh, portals all seem to lead to new areas, never back to where we began..."

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Muse - Excellente!
Notes - Wow, this was horrible. [/size]

[Oerba Dia Vanille]

This place was as crazy as they come. It changed from scenery to scenery, clones running around trying to kill them…it just wasn’t a stroll in the park. But this new place…whatever it was, it was quite peaceful. There were no manikins waiting for them, nor any portals…it seemed rather…pleasant. With her eyes glued to the scenery, Vanille was just…ready to stargaze. “It’s so calm and peaceful here…so it seems.” She shrugged a bit, letting her eyes wander from the sky to their actual surroundings. Looking for any odd looking creatures that would start attacking them…but nothing came into sight, just a few rocky formations and the beautiful sky ahead. It was the first place that seemed nice. Orphan’s cradle had been familiar, but it didn’t bring up good memories, and the last place Vanille had nearly gotten skewered to the wall. This…was nice, but they couldn’t stay long. Usually places like this were the ones that came with the most danger, and Vanille didn’t want to stick around that long.

“Okay.” She nodded quietly, still looking around not seeing anything. No portal, no gate…no nothing that stuck out. “Maybe we’ll just have to wait. Or explore more of the area. I guess whenever a portal or gate appears…it’s all in the luck of the draw.” She said with somewhat of an optimistic tone before taking a few steps away from Hope, climbing her way onto a new landform and looking around one of the rock formations. She still wasn’t seeing anything, nor hearing anything else…but it was still so peaceful, it was almost relaxing in a way. “At least there’s nothing wanting to attack us just yet.” She shrugged cheerfully with her tone before taking more exploring steps around, looking up and down and all around, trying to see something worth looking at. With a small smile on her face and an idea in her head, Vanille turned around swiftly, tapping a finger against her chin while her other hand remained behind her back. She made a ‘hmm’ sound before deciding to voice her thoughts.

Where to begin though? “Hope…do you really think I’d make a good researcher? Someone who works in the field and nature…?” she asked with a small tilt of her head. It was a nice thought, and now that Vanille was alive and well, she needed to find something to do with her time aside from running around Pulse every waking hour of the day chasing butterflies or whatever else it was she did during her spare time. If she would make a nice field researcher, then maybe that was something she would actually think about doing, and who better to ask for help when it came to finding a job in the right place than Hope? Tapping her toe into the ground, Vanille had both arms behind her back now. “I mean, I’m only curious. Nothing more. After exploring these few places…it just sounds kind of fun. You know me…I can…never sit still for very long.” She let a few half hearted laughs escape her lips. If they couldn’t find a way home just yet, talking wouldn’t hurt, maybe even planning a future for Vanille and her stay in Academia.

Plopping herself on the ground while she was waiting for an answer and a portal, Vanille dusted her knees shorts off, not that there was much to dust off, but she was simply…enjoying the time out here, enjoying not being shot at, and certainly enjoying the wandering idea that she could possibly have found something that she enjoyed doing. Vanille always was an explorer, she loved nature and finding new things…Hope had just kind of…proved that with this little adventure. She had to thank him for that later.

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Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Hope
Wearing:[/color] Already linked
Listening To:[/color] Nothing
Notes:[/color] Nada!

[Hope Estheim]

The luck of the draw, as Vanille called it, was what worried Hope. He knew there was a distinct possibility they could be stuck jumping from place to place without rhyme or reason for quite a long time, with him even going so far as to have the thought in the back of his mind that there may be no clear way back. Logically, considering the magic he knew of, it was impossible for there to be no way back because magic by its principle always possessed a counter-magic. Thus, a magic portal that led away from one place and into another would have to lead back to the origin eventually, or the...well, the point being, there was no sense in having one-way magic. By the time he would bring this all up to her, though, she was already climbing onto one of the nearby platforms, so he kept the bulk of it to himself, glancing at the place she was exploring to make sure it looked safe to him. The close call from the arrow had him on edge. He was not going to have an arrow through her back, or worse, today. "I'm hoping the arrival of these portals doesn't signal an attack," he simply mused. "The portal on the airship arrived almost on time with the clone appearing. The same thing could have happened on Orphan's Cradle..." But, she was right, for now things seemed immensely peaceful. So peaceful that Hope pulled out a small camera from within one of his many tool-carrying pouches and pointed it at the sky, taking a couple of images to study for later. Well, it could never be said he'd returned home empty-handed, what with all he'd gathered from these various places and the beings within them...

He'd already started trotting his way slowly and aimlessly towards Vanille when she poke up again, asking a question he'd hoped she actually would. Immediately, he started nodding. "Yeah," he began, "You're enthusiastic about nature, and you can spot the tiniest details better than anyone I know." Some would call it getting distracted, but not Hope. He knew it was a sign of perception, more than anything. "And you work well with other people, not to mention you're one of the two leading experts on Gran Pulse wildlife and, if you were to travel through any more portals, you know how to defend yourself better than any typical researcher." He could probably pile the praise on by the hour, but he tempered it when she mentioned she was just curious about it. Pushing her into it wouldn't be what he wanted to do, but Hope believed it was a good sign of interest that she'd asked him about it. "Alright, take some time and think about it awhile," he told her, with a smile, before he wandered over to where she was taking her seat and, after checking thoroughly around them for any problems, joined her there, rubbing at his chin.

"I wonder if this...place...has anyone living in it besides the clones," he wondered aloud, scratching at an itch underneath his eye. "I can't say it would be a place I'd want to live in...but it has to have some sort of purpose beyond confusing scientists."

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Muse - Excellente!
Notes - Nothing! [/size]

[Oerba Dia Vanille]

There wasn't much you could do when there was nowhere to go. Vanille sighed quietly to herself. She liked exploring, loved it even, but this was getting tiresome. The fact that she could've been killed nearly two minutes ago was not a comforting thought. It made her stomach turn in ways it shouldn't. Oh well, she needed to put on her usual chipped attitude and be thankful that this place was pretty peaceful. It was dark and the sky was bright with what appeared to be stars. It was so pretty to the redhead, she felt her stare continue to rise upwards at the the sky. This had to be the best place thus far by a long shot. She wondered how Hope felt about it. Even still, they did need to get back home, that way more research could be done on these portals. Turning  her attention towards Hope once again, Vanille rocked on her heels some, pondering a few thoughts  here and there about what these portals meant. "I think...they are just random. I mean...not all portals have led to horrors and danger, at least not on most if my experience." She commented with a small shrug, hoping these things didn't lead to battles and danger...but with what had gone on most recently...it was getting really hard to figure these things out. Sometimes they were peaceful...other times...not so much.

So what did you do?

Sighing again, Vanille sat here self on the ground, her eyes still wandering as she then questioned Hope about her being a field researcher, someone who studied nature. It sounded like her kind of job, especially since she was a native of Gran Pulse. It just kind of made sense didn't it? His answer really did mean a lot. She was going to have to consider it deeply. But whatever happened, no matter no matter what. The job though, it was far too tempting because it really was j job for her, there wasn't much about her planet she didn't already know. Even without going into the field, Camille had so much Intel on Pulse it was unreal. "I really appreciate your honest answer, Hope. I'll give it some good thought, though I'm sure it'll just happen anyways, I do love to explore..." she squeaked with a tiny giggle attached to her words. Even now thinking about it Vanille was pretty excited to go exploring, even the places she had already been over her years actually living on pulse, and her time as a l'cie with Hope and the rest of the gang. It would be nice to see the details she had missed last time around. In due time of course, first she and Hope needed to get back to Gran Pulse or there would be no need to research.

Other life? Well with everything they had ran into - or the lack of anything - it didn't seem like anyone actually living inhabited this place. It was creepy in a sense, and it made each world seem even colder. Shaking her head slightly, Vanille's tone was a bit more serious, almost philosophical in a sense. "Someone has to live here...or be here...whoever it is...they don't seem to want to show themselves. Someone had to create those copies...I'd hate to think they just appeared out of thin air." there just was no good explanation right now. Bouncing up to her feet and stretching a bit, she took a glance over her shoulder. "Want to take a walk? See what we find, after all, we can't just sit around and expect a portal to appear right before our very eyes like before." it sure beat sitting around twiddling your thumbs.

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Muse:[/color] Great
Tagged:[/color] Hope
Wearing:[/color] already linked
Listening To:[/color] muuuuuuusic
Notes:[/color] nada!