[identity profile] scarsofthesoul.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] shiva_dancing_backup
Who: Lightning
What: A change of clothes?
When: Midday
Where: Rabanastre
Intereactions: Open
Warnings: None

After spending a few severely out of place days here in the city, Lightning had finally given up. It was just too hard to move freely when she stood out like a sore thumb, getting looks from everyone she passed. Passing the many inventory filled booths the pink haired warrior finally settled on one that belonged to a blacksmith. And an extremely skilled one by the looks of the ornate yet high quality armor he had for sale in his shop. He was a portly but well muscled reptilian fellow, with a shrewd eye and sharp teeth. And his manner matched his looks in every way. Lightning spent a good deal of time haggling with the man before they finally reached an agreeable price for the suit.

All was for the best however, as she was now able to walk more easily among the people of the city. Her old clothes were tucked away in a drawer at the inn she was staying at. Still, it wasn't all smooth sailing yet. Lightning couldn't recall ever having worn something this heavy before. Even though the armor was super light for it's kind it was still more weighted than the tough but flexible cloth she was accostomed to. She wasn't displeased with the look though and soon she was growing more used to the weight of the metal on her shoulders and upper body. Now to do some exploring. She'd heard Snow talking about this place when she'd seen him back at the festival and it had certainly made her curious. There were some amazing nations on Pulse. More than Lightning could ever have imagined. And it was nice to have the freedom to search them out and explore them on her own.


Well, with some help anyway. Though he was out of sight for now. Taking care of his own business no doubt.

Date: 2011-11-09 02:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sovereign-fist.livejournal.com
Time really has passed since Snow left Rabanastre. Once he had arrived in the aerodome he quickly made his way to where the house he used live in was, only to find it already occupied. Naturally it would be, as if it would remian empty just awaiting for him to arrive. Giving a solid exhale, Snow tightened his grip on the cinch that was over his shoulder, further tightening the rucksack on his back that had his belongings. Toting them along with him was odd at first, but now it was pretty natural for him to be living from inn to hotel, town to town. He had been going out of his way since to avoid Rabanastre. Memories that had a crushed relationship at the end were tied to the sprawling city.

It actually startled him how easily he remembered and navigated the busy streets, even using the alleys and shortcuts to get to the market place. Thankfully he hadn't come across anyone who recognized him that would want to catch up with him. Finally he arrived at the Sandsea and didn't even hesitate to slip into the pub closing the door behind him. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, fairly amazed he made it this far without incident.

"Hey, if it isn't Snow!"

Snow's eyes snapped open. The bartender was polishing a glass and giving a huge grin, his exclamation drew the other regulars who raised their mugs, some full other nearly empty. A conglomeration of "Hey! Long time no see! Don't remember you being that tall. How's life treatin' ya? Whatcha been up to? Need a place to stay or are you gonna head to lowtown? Have a spare gil or two?" filled the air.

Defeated Snow smiled and waved, giving some small talk as he headed up the stairs to the second floor of the Sandsea. He planted himself in a booth where he could look over the railing to see when Lightning would show up.

Date: 2011-11-10 02:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sovereign-fist.livejournal.com
After setting his rucksack on the extra room on his seat Snow fished out his phone from an inside coat pocket. Lightning would be arriving pretty soon. "Whatcha need Snow?" came a voice from down below. Looking directly down over the railing Snow could see the bar itself and those sitting there. "Give me two waters for right now." Snow called down holding up two gloved fingers. Almost right after he said that the door to the Sandsea opened and-

and.....Lightning walked in?

Snow flagged her down, only very distractedly. Seeing her wearing anything outside her typical style of dress was unusual, but this definitely took the cake. Armor on Lightning was definitely something Snow would have never thought would happen. "Comin' up!" said the bartender as two ice waters were being delivered to the second floor of the pub.

Date: 2012-06-06 08:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sovereign-fist.livejournal.com
Taking a deep breath as Lightning came over to his table Snow was about to just dive head first into asking Lightning about her new duds when she pointed at his wrist. Wow, had he really forgotten to mention that.

"Whoa, whoa. Light, easy. It's just a tattoo, the real deal is long gone. I got it while I was in Luca to, you know, remind me of the past."

The ice waters came and Snow gave a smile and wink to the young female waitress who gave a little giggle as she left. "What about you? What is that?" he echoed her question as he motioned at her armored attire that he still wasn't quite used to.

Date: 2012-06-07 06:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sovereign-fist.livejournal.com
Having expected her to berate him for doing something stupid, Snow was pretty surprised that she left it at that. He grabbed the water, which turned out to be not as cold as he liked when it reached his lips. A small ice spell from his fingertips crawled through the glass which had a frost on it and the water developed a very thing layer of ice. After taking a gulp of it, the back of Snow's throat felt, well it didn't actually. He closed his eyes and tried taking some breaths to warm it back up.

His eyes opened and the minor brain freeze was forgotten as he heard Lightning explanation. "Wait. It was just on you?" he asked as his mind stumbled over processing the idea. "...yeah, I guess that does sound better than the idea that someone broke into your room and changed your clothes over night, right?" It was hard for him to keep a faint laugh from his words, so he covered it up as best he could by coughing and muttering something about cold water.

Date: 2013-02-27 05:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sovereign-fist.livejournal.com
"Well you do still kind of stick out like a sore thumb." Snow said hoarsely as he waited for his throat to warm up naturally. "But if it makes you feel like you blend in...” Kicking his rucksack under his chair, Snow looked over the railing next to their seat and said to the barman below. “Hot appetizers, behemoth toes if you got them.” He cleared his throat. “They’re not actual behemoth toes, they just meat wrapped with baked- nevermind.”

Snow stared at wrist where his l’cie tattoo. “I wasn’t expecting a call from you while I was on my little world tour. Actually I wasn’t expecting one from you ever.” He confessed before he looked from it up to Lightning. “Especially after that right hook you gave me back at the festival. So what’s up?” The smell of cooking meat started to fill Sandsea, even reaching to the second floor booth where they sat.


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