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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Ein Kebia[/u]]<br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dcdcdc">[Cornelia Plains - SnowBound Castle]</span><br/>
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At least with the chill of the outdoors none of them had been sweating much during the day's travels, so while a lack of water might present a few issues as they travelled on, it certainly wouldn't be a problem if it was only for tonight.  "The gate tomorrow should serve well enough for amenities, but we will need an early start.  Best to be slumbering sooner rather than later."  Tifa concludes, while behind her Rikku fiddles with a small silvery item in her palm before wandering over to place it at the sill, shivering as she parts the blinds to set it on the sill and lets a brief draught of cold air into the room.  <br/>
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Tifa shudders, and when Rikku returns, Ein can't help but at least notice her nipples stiff against the thin fabric of her top for a few moments afterwards.  Then the chill passes, and everything is as before.  Rikku remains by the fire a little while, re-warming herself after her brief brush with the cold while Tifa makes her way over to the massive pile of bedding and delicately sits down, teasing her shoes off before swinging around such that her bare feet don't touch the still-chilled stone floor.  "Come Ein, better to be abed.  We've much travel tomorrow if we're to make the gate." <br/>
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Rikku waves him away as well.  "Go on, I'll be along in a moment."</div>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Zwei Kebia[/u]]<br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">[Bahamut Isles - Elayne's Camp]</span><br/>
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Elayne squeaks and goes quite crimson as Zwei pulls her close but submits to being washed.  While her fluster and flush show her to be similarly minded in terms of her preferences, she is clearly unused to someone so forward as the lady knight.  "Y-yes...  More time would be...  Nice..."  She stammers the words out, and breaths an audible sigh of relief as Zwei slows a little, though she still coos and leans into the other woman's touch slightly.  "I-I've been...  Guarding the pass.  I've seen none of them so far, but that name..."<br/>
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She looks thoughtful for a moment, a look that is rather ruined by a sharp intake of breath as Zwei's fingers glide against the curve of her waist.  "I've heard of h-her...  I remember L-Lightning...  But she's always been of Cosmos...  Even when I can't seem to keep my self straight..."  There's memory there, just a flash of it, but then it passes again.  "Who's Ein?"</div>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Thrice X[/u]]<br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#696969">[Mirage Sandsea - Southern Peaks]</span><br/>
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The mountains stretch to the far distance forward and back as the being stands upon a peak.  To his left, a sea of grey sand, pocked and flickering with unknowns, ruins and wanderers, predators and prey, over all of which looms a black sky streaked with red light.  To his right, a sea of blue water, shimmering in the light of the setting sun, it's only distinguishing feature the faint brown blob of a lonely pier and the pale white square of a single furled sail, over all of which shines a sky of palest blue, fading gently to white in the far distance.  <br/>
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Thrice stands here, magitech rifle strapped to his back, surveying the horizon, and reflects at how this environment seems to offer a choice to him.  The dark path, the light, or the wanderer's path, walking the mountains in between...<br/>
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How long will that middle road last..?  He cannot see any end to it in either direction from here, and yet, there is no sense of a true path there...<br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Michael Fertar[/u]]<br/>
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On a sandy spit in a watery marsh, a young man awakens...  Patches of blue scale decorate his skin, curved horns emerge delicately from his skull along with a lock of blue hair.  <br/>
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A pair of long curving swords lie sheathed beside him, and as he awakens, he beholds the setting sun, a golden half-disc of light on the far wester horizon.<br/>
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Looking east, he beholds a divided sky, one half fading to deepest black, the other half a pale white, both dimming as night approaches, a spectrum of possibility, and untapped potential.<br/>
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Michael remembers little, but he feels there is a world to be explored ahead of him, and for the moment, nothing seems to stand in his way, as he chooses where he might seek to travel.</div>
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