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Who: Crono, Open
What: Getting his bearings?
Where: Besaid Island
When: Mid-Afternoon
Warnings: None?

The red haired youth stood on the steps outside the temple, emerald eyes gazing out at the small village before him. To most people he doubted this place would register on the map much, aside from the temple behind him, and a determined team of Blitzball players who happened to make this place their home. However, to him it seemed like the perfect place to settle down, having been raised outside of any large city himself. Sure there had been Truce but his mother and father had settled outside the city keeping him apart from the large city for most of his life. Even when his father died, and it was just him and his mother she refused to move into the city proper so he quite simply never developed the taste for big city life. If it hadn't been for Lucca, his best friend he doubted that he would have ever found occasion to pass through the city. Yes he thought that the rural life these people led suited them, and hinted at a reserve of inner strength that most people he'd met in his journey seemed to lack. At least those were his observations after a day or two in their presence.

A soft smile turned a corner of his mouth as he lowered a hand to rest against the unadorned hilt of his chosen weapon, the katana. However much he might consider the wonders of a simple life it was far removed from him now. Ever since the adventures that he had been through with the others, stopping the parasite Lavos from destroying the earth he was a changed person. Well..one could say that he changed at the moment of his death, and subsequent rebirth. He doubted there was a person out there who could claim to have been brought back from true death, and have his personality remain completely intact. Oh he was still very much the same person he always had been around others, the trusting, gullible farm boy that his friends seemed to adore so much. No it was only at times like now, when he was alone that he truly doubted himself, wondered even if he was truly alive as he had been once. His friends had never gone out of their way to explain how they'd brought him back, and he supposed it was a topic that would always be sore to broach so he simply let it be. No need to hurt his friends over it, someday he would find his own answers.

A light chuckle escaped from him then, his head shaking from side to side, the spiky red locks bouncing with the movement. "Lucca would be amazed that I'm actually thinking so much." he chided himself, pushing his darker thoughts to the back of his mind for the moment. No sense in brooding over something that could not be helped for the moment. He turned his head back towards the temple momentarily, letting his eyes rest on the structure. From what he had learned this temple housed something called the 'fayth'. There were apparently others sprinkled about this world, but as to their purpose he had never truly asked, simply assuming they were a place of worship where one might go to pray to the gods. He had been in there at one point these last few days. Briefly mind you, to pay his own respects to whatever forces guided this world. After all, if such a thing as parasitic aliens from space existed, then was it really a stretch of the imagination to consider the existence of higher beings? After all Spekkio called himself the God of War. Perhaps there was more to that than he, or his group knew.

He rolled his shoulders back in a light shrug, maybe he would go to visit these other sites? From what he heard the world was in an era of peace, and prosperity so there would be little use for people like him, which meant that he had the time to himself to do what he pleased. With that thought in mind he began his quick descent of the stairs that would lead other people to the temple. Nodding quietly to those few who acknowledged his presence as he passed. He had never been one for words if he could avoid it, especially not in a social circumstance so people he dealt with simply had come to accept the silence he imposed on himself. None seemed to mind, somehow seeming to know that he wasn't rebuking them, it was amazing what people could divine from the little they knew. Someone had told him something about a ferry which would take him off the island, and that was where he was headed now. After all there was no time like the present to start an adventure, right?