<b>Ein</b><br/><br/>Ein ultimately found himself moving in close and settling down, he scrunched in his shoulders as he took to being in the dead center... He would be the gentleman he could be and try and keep himself from brushing his shoulders betwixt Tifa's bosom, he couldn't quite stop staring. "....hmmm" He shook his head and rubs his eyes as they were dry from exhaustion. "Bed sounds nice.... I'll take the middle if that doesn't bother either of you?" He said his broader body would settle into the center and not being liable to budge at the point he settled in. If anything he would be something to cuddle against for either of them.<br/><br/>Ein laid back and would take to looking up wards arms crossed up behind his head, "Have any of you entered one of those gates before?" He hazard to ask while he was trying to convince himself to sleep. It had been a long day, or at least he had felt, his dark brownish black hair was a mess more so then when he had woken up. "..... this is a really strange place...." He said being a tad bit ambiguous. His yawn soon came and he opened wide and let it out as easy as could be.<br/><br/>He reaches for his bandana he wore around his neck, he pulled it from his neck unfolded it and raised it up to the dwindling light it was a simple thing, incredibly so, but for what it was worth it felt like it meant something more then as an accessory, he calmly tied it back around and would settle back his head reaching the pillowing and he didn't know what Tifa and Rikku would decide as he would feel his eyelids grow heavy the young man had energy before all this but with the quiet chill at the door the fire towards his feet and the almost gentle warmth of Tifa off to his side.<br/><br/>Ein felt perfectly capable of falling asleep, then he would dream, was it of home there within his dream the view of a gigantic tree set atop a massive rolling hill of open grass and down at the hills foot was a small farming village. The place looked peaceful, was it home to him, he wondered as he dreamed, then there was the point where everything seemed to go dark, the dream had ended there... Maybe it was a memory. He didn't know he didn't have the answers for that yet.<br/><br/><br/><b>Thrice X</b><br/><br/>Thrice would find himself face down on the ground, the sound of mechanical clanking could be heard as he shifted and moved to settle his mechanical almost clock work like legs up under him. He shifts and then the sound of the pistons that were his leg joints began to pressurize and release allowing him to right himself, the Magi-tech man had a metal face that was a series of lights and bolts for the most part. The looks of an old hat was settled on his mechanized head.<br/><br/>He slowly turns his head from side to side, his neck rotater making a slow creaking sound, as he did his mouth was also a light that would blink when he managed to speak. "Gosh darn it all where am I, this isn't where I remember laying down at at all..." The Magic-tech man looked like a robot any which way you looked at him, the poncho and slacks were dug with holes in various placements. The mechanical joints moved forward as he walked his feet and hands were moving about as he was checking to be sure he could still move them. Then reached up and brushed the brim of the hat then looked up from over yonder behind him at the pier the looks of a black bird or maybe the remnants of one a pair of black feathers settled along the dock.<br/><br/>He shook his metal head "Damned buzzards must have picked me up..." He said thinking he had been dragged off to here by some massive black bird of some kind, he saw what lay before him, the expanse of land forward and the deep blue sea behind him, the calm sound of waves sound to him, as his ears which were more like microphones, at his center underneath his cowboy like clothing was a spiraling sphere at his core which was his Magitech core a vital part of him to say the least.<br/><br/>He felt over it with his hand for a second or two it was generating heat still, so he could manage a trip for a bit before having to recharge, his rifle and pistol had something similar on them a sort of magitech sphere to them where the ammo would go. Thrice felt compelled now to move forward, he took a step forward and tripped as one of his feet gets tangled on a stick or something. "Damnit..." he said slowly righting himself again, and moving on forward across towards the Wanderer's trail, "This way seems about right..." He said calmly as he spoke the light on his mouth flashed where a scentence ended and where it began. It made it easy to tell when he is speaking since he didn't have lips.