{We're not in Gran Pulse Anymore}{Vayne/Open}

[Oerba Dia Vanille]

"FANG......HOPE, HEY SAZH".

Anyone, called out a pink pig-tailed hair girl. Now this made no sense to her, one minute she was with her friends and well saving the world. And the next she is in a place not familiar to her at all, crossing one arm across her chest and resting her other on top with her elbow propped she went into deep thought. So this wasn't Cocoon, nor was it Gran Pulse so where the heck was she. And people that just happened to be passing by were giving her strange glances, this was a total bummer. She seemed to be near the entrance to this strange place, and kind of just flopped to the ground thinking. But that was short lived when she was poked by the gate keeper, telling her she had to pay if she wanted to get into the Gold Saucer. Jumping up quickly she tilted her head in wonderment, so this place was called the Gold Saucer. Asking how much it was to get in, the poor girl almost fell over from the price.

"That much for just one little ticket, that's just not fair".

But she had nowhere else to go, reaching into one of her pouches she pulled out 3000 gil and payed the fee. This place better be worth it, otherwise she was going to be very disappointed. Taking her ticket, she walked foreward and looked at the strange holes before her. Reading each one, her face seemed to light up with excitement at the Chocobo Square. Yep yep that is the one she will choose, now how did you work this darn thing. Walking over to the hole, Vanille peeked inside but slipped and went sliding head first into the hole coming out at the bottom with a roll and THUD. Groaning abit from the stinging, she slowly stood up brushing herself off.

The least that man up there could have done, was tell her that it was slippery. Hearing cheering, Vanille went over to see what it was all about. Saying excuse me now and again, as she made her way through a crowd of people. Pouting since she still couldn't see anything, Vanille bent down, leaned foreward even tryed to squeeze through. But to no avail could she see anything, clenching her hands into fists she stomped her foot getting very irritated.

"Hey down in front, could you move abit I want to see what's going on too".

Some people just grumbled, a few moved to the side but that was it. Oh for peat's sake, wasn't there anyone decent in this place. And she's lost here, with a pout still tugging on her lips she started to jump up and down. The bracelets she wore jingled together, her eyes could see different color chocobos running around what seemed like a track. Oh wow, too bad Sazh wasn't here he'd love to see this.

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[Vayne Solidor]

like the moon, an enigma,
lost and alone in the night
- - ♚ - -

- - ♚ - -
damned by some heavenly stigma
but blazing with light !

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Vayne was not having a very good day at all. His body was especially sore today, the dull pain making him irritated by everything and every-sweaty-grinning-body that bumped into him without notice. It was almost as if his body wanted to die, or resume it, with the way it pained him to even move. He had some dull notion that mayhap the shrapnel he'd pulled out of himself not long after waking from death itself was an important part of him he'd discarded. The Undying. He shook his head unconsciously, wondering what had become of Venat and Cid. Vayne had survived death, had he not? But at the moment that was all of little consequence. He was doing his best to maneuver through the bubbling crowd while touching as few of them as possible. This place made him nauseous. It was too bright, too loud, too cheerful. He didn't know how much longer he could handle it. It wasn't to say that he didn't find some pleasure in joy or fun. He just had trouble accepting others when he was not having any. Especially when his pulse thrummed irregularly with the shouting, a strange and uncomfortable feeling. And what was worse was that was completely lost.

With all the navigational sense he had, the rush of crowds and brightly colored lights sent it all haywire. He knew he’d been through this section before, the thought confirmed when he heard the same annoying game screaming out the invitation for, dear Gods, anyone to play it. This was the kind of place he would hush all his immense distaste for to allow Larsa a fun outing. His brother’s cheerful demeanor would have at least dulled the noises, the sweaty people pushing past him, the squealing of children, the lights so ungodly bright his eyes pained to look directly at them. The list went on and on, all of it which could have been soothed by one addition to the room. He could have found joy in Larsa's excitement. Alas, the boy was nowhere to be seen and in his place, the memories of their last interaction played at a strange speed in his mind. Not wanting to ruin the pattern of his second life so far, the automatic memory trigger did the opposite of cheering him up.

Vayne's eyes slid to the side of their own accord. He didn't realize he had stopped walking. He could almost see the hazy figure of his brother, baring arms to him. Larsa. His silent reprieve was broken by a rough shoulder against his, one that sent him into someone on the other side of him. Both of them shouted their anger before moving along. Vayne was left with a mix of hatred and a lack of control. To say he was homesick would be just as inaccurate as it was completely true. Like he did Larsa, Vayne had a connection to his country, one that he had intended to protect until he could no longer. But he was far from Archadia, he knew that much, and being so far away, he was struggling to understand these foreign places he kept waking up in, trying not to lose his mind with the lingering laughter that told him perhaps this was all a game to the Occuria.

It did no good for him to think on it, and so he pushed it as best he could to the side and continued on. Vayne took another route, stopping only when he came to a very thick wall of shouting people. From between the writhing mass, he could make out what resembled a road. While he was trying to figure out the significance, a familiar sight slipped in: people riding chocobos. By their speed and number, he could wager a guess that they were racing them, a concept that had never really occurred to him before. He supposed they were quite fast when they wanted to be. The sound of metal jangling drew his attention, blinking nonchalantly at the pigtailed girl beside him that was doing her best to compensate for her height. After a brief study, Vayne dismissed the bouncing girl but his attempt to step away from her was met by another rough body against his. His foot slid back to steady himself and, consequently, fell beneath the girl's haphazard leaping. His eyes flickered to her as he felt her weight come down on his boot. Fortunately, there was nothing more than noticeable pressure, his footwear made of highly durable Archadian metals. He almost expected her to fall straight over from the awkward angle she seemed to drop on it. It would probably have more damage to her than him. His fingers twitched, but he did not seem ready to catch her if she did indeed fall.

WORDS eightzerozero
TAG vanille/open
LYRICS alive - - jekyll and hyde musical
COMMENTS ohgodwhy D:

[Oerba Dia Vanille]

This was getting to the point of ridiculous, why did people have to be so rude. It just wasn't fair that she had to stand all the way back here, while ungreatful snobs got to see the chocobos up close. Vanille stopped jumping for a few momments before trying to shove her way through the crowd once more, but sure enough she was rudely pushed back and given disgusting glares by some of the people. A few yelled at her to get out, or go find somewhere else to stand since they were here first. Didn't everyone have a right to see these chocobos, even if it is just a race. At least back where she came from, then time she was with Sazh. And all those chocobos, she had gotten to pet them and even got to play a game of hide and go seek with Sazh's little chocobo chick. But this wasn't home, and she was lost and had no one here she knew which made her lonely. Though everything she had put her friends through, she was still feeling a little guilt although they had forgiven her.

A l'Cie that's what she was, and she had already been crystalized before. But it was odd, for some strange reason her l'Cie mark wasn't bugging her. Could that darkness that overcame the world she was from, somehow had stopped her mark from fulfilling it's purpose. Since this Gold Saucer was not Cocoon or Gran Pulse, perhaps things flowed differently here. Feeling her back she could feel her weapon, and she could still use her crystarium right so she should have nothing to worry about. Oh and also summon her eidolon to help her as well, couldn't forget about that. Vanille only hoped she would find a familiar face soon, in truth she was afraid to be by herself.

Once again she started to jump up and down, she could barely see the track but knew the race was on it's final stretch. As she came down from a mid-jump in the air, her foot hit something strong and metallic. Yelping out as she felt pain shoot through her foot, then travel up her leg abit she fell back and landed on her butt with another hard THUD. Cheering soon erupted all around, as it seemed the race was over and people began to leave the track area to no doubt collect their winnings. Other's were yelling and cursing lowly, saying they wasted good gil on the race. A few people bumped into the poor pig-tailed girl on the floor, not even offering to help her up or ask if she was alright. And as soon as most of the crowd had disappated, Vanille blinked and glanced to the foot of the person she had stepped on.


Green eyes traveled upwards, coming to rest upon the face of a man with long hair. His expression was one of displease and annoyance, as if he has been like that all day. And her stepping on his foot, had been the nail in the coffin. But hey she was in pain here too, who wore boots with strange metal on them. Okay maybe guards, and perhaps a few important individuals. Still that kind of hurt, and the least he could of done was maybe catch her before she fell on her butt. Sighing she pushed herself up off the ground, again brushing herself off. Her attention turned back towards the man, she put her hands on her hips.

"Hey mister, what's the big idea huh?. Putting your foot in the area I was jumping, I could have been seriously injured".

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[Vayne Solidor]

like the moon, an enigma,
lost and alone in the night
- - ♚ - -

- - ♚ - -
damned by some heavenly stigma
but blazing with light !

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Vayne's gaze flickered from women and back to the crowd when it erupted in shouts. He realizes it's over, his eyes narrowing just slightly as people brush past him. Locking his legs, he refuses to move from his spot. Reluctantly, they move around him this time instead of pushing through. He's not in the mood to tolerate it anymore. Wherever he is, even if this was some strange underworld of Archadia, he was presumed dead and, with his passing, someone would have taken his place. No doubt it was Larsa, but he was now as powerless as everyone else, especially in his weakened state. He would change that and so he was having trouble excepting it. It didn't take long for the crowd to find a different way out. Vayne blandly noticed that the girl was still beside him, picking herself off the floor.

He did not look at her directly, gray eyes observing the track that stretched out before them. In his peripherals, he saw her turn to him, hands lifting and setting on her hips huffily. Idly, he wondered how old she was. Her voice cut through, upbeat and heated with childish pouting. He waited a beat after she'd finished, weighing his words. Vayne needed a way out. Vayne needed a way home. And with his lack of knowledge of anything around here, Vayne needed allies. While the temptation to talk down to her was overwhelming - especially when he turned to find she didn't look quite as young as she was acting, he knew that the best route would be to apologize. His eyes moved down before he moved his foot, angling his body toward her. There was something regal about his stance, a pose that was bred into him in his childhood. He found her gaze, holding it levelly for the briefest of moments before his eyes closed and he nodded his head slightly. There were touches of what had meant to be a gentleman's bow, but she received no more than the downward tilt of his head. "My apologies. I had no intentions of interfering with your. Jumping." The words roll off smoothly, sincerely. Admitting he was wrong when he wasn't was not terribly hard, and it held no burn to his pride over something as petty as this. Besides, she seemed no better than a child. He did his best not direct his lingering irritation to her.

Vayne was not unaccustomed to lying. It was almost necessary in politics and he had become quite good at it. The tone of his voice never changed and his face and body were trained not to make foolish mistakes, such as looking to the left or touching his face. But what was perhaps the greatest aspect of this was not that he was good at it, but the shear fact that she did not seem to know him. Regardless of how sweetly he could feed her lies, telling it to someone that knew of his past crimes would never trust him. She didn't particularly look like she was from Archadia or any of its neighboring countries, her dress and accent foreign to him. Vayne, satisfied with his silent noting of her face and clothing, managed to tone down the frustration on his face. "It is quite over-packed here. I scarcely noticed your presence." He noted, realizing that the first statement came too late. Most of the people had left them, some sticking around, their chatter telling exactly how well they did in the gambling. He does not look to them, holding his gaze with hers. Her childish anture reminds him weakly of Larsa when he was still quite young. His brother was far beyond temper tantrums and whining the last he saw of him. And he was obviously much younger than she.

"You are not hurt, I hope." Vayne's eyes flicker to her legs without really looking. The indication that he cares in her welfare is good enough. He wants to tell himself he doesn't have time for idle chatter but what else can he do? He needs her help, willing or no, and after being accused of purposefully stopping her actions, asking for it straight out would be denied to be sure. He hoped this wouldn't be terribly painful on his part.

WORDS sevenonesix
TAG vanille/open
LYRICS alive - - jekyll and hyde musical
COMMENTS stupid dialect. D: <

[Oerba Dia Vanille]

Oh some people just had no respect, None. It made her so furious sometimes,and just want to yell. She was enjoying the chocobo's or at least trying to, and the next minute she finds herself on the floor. Why you ask. She had tripped over someone's boot, and when the bird had crossed the finish line. She was left sitting on the floor, falling with quite a thud on her bottom. This was the second time today, and she wasn't sure she could take another fall. Watching as people just seemed to walk around her, even bump into her like she wasn't there. Vanille just decided to wait until it was safe to get up, if Fang was here she would have probably told everyone to go another way and help her up. Then would chew the guy out who dared to make her friend trip, but Fang wasn't here.......nobody she knew was here.

When the crowd had finally disappeared, she finally stood up. Brushing herself off and rubbing the part where it hurt, making a whiny sort of sound from the slight pain. That was probably going to leave a bruise. When she put her hands on her hips and told the man how she could have been hurt, she could tell it didn't faize him. In fact he seemed to just look at the track where the race had taken place, then gingerly getting into a regal stance. His gaze locked with hers, and than the tilt of his head. He then apologized to her, well guess it was her fault as well. And besides it had been quite croweded in here, what with all those people shouting and cheering for the chocobo's. Letting her arms slide off her hips, and go back to her side she gave a nod.

"Your forgiven, those pushy people wouldn't let me see the chocobos".

This guy seemed a little strange, his pose and the way his words were spoken. Why it's almost like he's a noble, or someone of high stature. Lifting her hand to her cheek, she curled fingers except one. Tapping it lightly against her skin, her eyes now wandered over his attire. It didn't seem like anything anyone would wear in Cocoon, or on Gran Pulse. And the way he spoke was also different, so if he was not someone from where she came from. It made her wonder where he did come from, but she wasn't going to pry. Tilting her head to the right at his remark, she turned and looked around. It was empty now, and no one was here. Surely he meant earlier right, it would have been hard to notice anyone with the pushing and shoving.

Oh except a few were here and there, laughing to themselves. Congratulating on a race well done, Vanille never really understood about gambling or betting on races. Hearing them she never let her gaze wander from the man in front of her, oh no did she do something to offend him. Had it been what she said, or how she acted. It wasn't her fault, it's just the way she was is all. When asked if she was hurt at all, Vanille now fiddled with her fingers and glanced at the ground.

"No, just a little sore where I landed but I should be fine".

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