Child of Miracles (Open)
Jan 26, 2013 22:26:44 GMT -6
Post by Leon Durandus on Jan 26, 2013 22:26:44 GMT -6
If, earlier that day, someone had asked Leon how he imagined himself spending his evening, he probably would not have even entertained the possibility of engaging a top-heavy sprite made entirely from white fluff in conversation. And he certainly wouldn't have guessed that this friendly banter would take place in the midst of a World ravaged by the very primeval forces of space and time. Nevertheless, there he was, discussing matters of deceit with a winged plush adorned with a puffy, red bobble that swayed and danced whimsically with its every nod. Still, bizarre verbal tic aside, he seemed to be of a most agreeable sort; at least, Leon could not conceive of this creature harboring him any ill-will whatsoever. Besides, no matter how little this thing knew, he undoubtedly had more information than the ex-SOLDIER did. For his part, Leon had not yet fully wrapped his head around the idea of a world forgotten by time. I remember when world ending crises only involved three dimensions. He sighed, sounding, for all the world, nostalgic for the days of Meteor's foreboding doom. Things were much simpler back then.[/i]
"Aw, c'mon, look'it those two. They're absolutely precious." He said with a hearty laugh. "It's no surprise that a little thing like the end of the world couldn't keep them apart." However, he quickly salvaged the remnants of his professional aura as the creature - Mog, as Serah called him - got to talking about the young lady's deception. Of course, this only confirmed Leon's suspicions, but even still, he could not bring himself to fault her this dishonesty. After all, the pristine walkway he traversed belonged to a broken World, and Leon was not about to assume that he didn't look suspicious in his crimson fatigues. The grim, blackened chunk of refined steel hanging from his back was enough to arouse a degree of paranoia on its own. "But hey, it's really nothing to worry about. I'm sure Serah has her reasons. Still, she should probably know that, whatever's going on around here, I'm not about to sit idly by if there's any good I can do -- no matter how rough things get." It was clear, at least, from the shadowy mist that there was much work to be done in this place.
Before he could contemplate the issue further, Leon was addressed by the young man. Just as he evaluated the battle hardened veteran, so, too, did the SOLDIER examine his own mettle. Though he bore no scars to reflect his prowess, this Noel character was clearly no stranger to the grisly art of warfare. While he spoke in hushed tones, he walked with a powerful stride, standing almost instinctively in defense of Serah. His eyes had no supernatural radiance to their name, but, even so, they shined with the telltale conviction of a true warrior. Of course, the swordsman was more than willing to divulge his name. "Leon Durandus. It's a pleasure." He gave a friendly nod, reaching out to shake his hand. "I guess my work as Serah's Temporary Backup Guardian is done. I'm sure you'll take good care of her, right?" Leon grinned and lightly punched Noel's shoulder as a show of companionship. "But I think I'm gonna stick around for a bit. Something tells me this place could use a few extra swords on-hand."
"Aw, c'mon, look'it those two. They're absolutely precious." He said with a hearty laugh. "It's no surprise that a little thing like the end of the world couldn't keep them apart." However, he quickly salvaged the remnants of his professional aura as the creature - Mog, as Serah called him - got to talking about the young lady's deception. Of course, this only confirmed Leon's suspicions, but even still, he could not bring himself to fault her this dishonesty. After all, the pristine walkway he traversed belonged to a broken World, and Leon was not about to assume that he didn't look suspicious in his crimson fatigues. The grim, blackened chunk of refined steel hanging from his back was enough to arouse a degree of paranoia on its own. "But hey, it's really nothing to worry about. I'm sure Serah has her reasons. Still, she should probably know that, whatever's going on around here, I'm not about to sit idly by if there's any good I can do -- no matter how rough things get." It was clear, at least, from the shadowy mist that there was much work to be done in this place.
Before he could contemplate the issue further, Leon was addressed by the young man. Just as he evaluated the battle hardened veteran, so, too, did the SOLDIER examine his own mettle. Though he bore no scars to reflect his prowess, this Noel character was clearly no stranger to the grisly art of warfare. While he spoke in hushed tones, he walked with a powerful stride, standing almost instinctively in defense of Serah. His eyes had no supernatural radiance to their name, but, even so, they shined with the telltale conviction of a true warrior. Of course, the swordsman was more than willing to divulge his name. "Leon Durandus. It's a pleasure." He gave a friendly nod, reaching out to shake his hand. "I guess my work as Serah's Temporary Backup Guardian is done. I'm sure you'll take good care of her, right?" Leon grinned and lightly punched Noel's shoulder as a show of companionship. "But I think I'm gonna stick around for a bit. Something tells me this place could use a few extra swords on-hand."