Open Post ☼ 01 | ❝Hear... Feel... Think...❞

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Alisaie Leveilleur

alisaie | Final Fantasy XIV
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Mae Boyd-Wyrmsong

litbydark | Final Fantasy XIV
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Yugiri the Mistwalker

motherofexiles | Final Fantasy XIV
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Y'akeno Lhea

ofsongandstrings | Final Fantasy XIV
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Aqua

followthehearts | Kingdom Hearts
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Naminé

chainsrevised | Kingdom Hearts
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Riku Replica (Ira)

acceptedoblivion | Kingdom Hearts
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Mayu Amakura

followsthebutterflies | Project Zero II
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(you're fine let's do a thing)

[motherofexiles]

[As he boards the small boat that could barely be called a lifeboat at best, eyes are already on him. Weak from hunger and many moons at sea however has left most weary, if not in worse condition than the unknown man. The keen observation of a metal arm was unnerving as well, especially to the few younglings on board who learnt to hide at the sight of anything metal.

They make no movements, and while the armed shinobi prepare to pull out their daggers in defense, they remain hidden in the shadows. At least, until word is sent to their leader. A man with a mask over the lower half of his face steps out of the hull's shadows holding the first handful of the hundreds of survivors. He says nothing, however. No... it's a voice behind the soldier who addresses the new arrival.]

Whither thou goest thou shall not find...amenable.

[Says a male voice coming from a building near the docks, standing watch over the boat from the doorway.]

Might I inquire as to what tis thou art seeking?

yaaaay

[heismymission]

[It certainly doesn't seem like anything worth keeping his guard up over, if he had the ability to turn that off at all. Unfortunately, the fatigue has dulled his senses and he doesn't hear the person behind him approach until he hears the voice.

He turns, immediately but not fully, to observe the man as his breath quickens. His working fist clenches, but with how he's shivering it's barely noticeable.

Though he's been nearly paranoid about everything and everyone for a long while, he doesn't figure honesty is going to hurt him at this point. He swallows before he speaks, though it doesn't help his voice come out any smoother.]

Rest.