This was yet another new world. The strange creature – a Moogle, she had called herself – told Gaara the name of the current city: Aqures Ixen. It wasn’t the facility, nor Saeng Seong. And it also wasn’t… Suna. He hadn’t seen his village for nearly a year and a half, by this point. He was wondering if he would get to set his gaze upon it, ever again.
Others of her kind, all similar in appearance save for the color of their fur, helpfully informed him of his new role. Looking down, Gaara realized that his attire had changed. There was very brief instance when he thought he had indeed been returned home, simply because of his current outfit. He was wearing white robes – his Kazekage robes. Only… he was also wielding a staff, and he could no longer hear Shukaku’s voice inside his mind. He was instructed to hold onto the crystal in his hand, which reflected his job class… whatever that meant.
One of the Moogles insisted on following him, as he set out to explore the city. Evidently, there was a festival taking place. While Gaara wasn’t exactly the social type, he recognized that he could gather information from other individuals, in a highly populous setting. It wasn’t likely, but perhaps… there was a chance he could locate a few of the others. Whether they came from the facility, Saeng Seong, or… even his original home world.
Theater Play
…Interesting story.
Was this play a premonition of events that would unfold? He was now a Hero of Light, after all. Perhaps he would be expected to defeat the Calamity from the Skies, or whomever decided to inherit that role, at present. Well… if there were villainous forces that needed to be eliminated, in this world, then he intended to fight against them. If anything, Gaara felt a bit relieved in having a need for usage of his combat capabilities… despite his sand powers being sealed.
The love story wasn’t noted with very much significance within his mind, but did cause the ninja to think about Sai… and Luke. He felt a great deal of hesitation in seeking out those types of bonds, considering what had happened before. Forming emotional attachments came with a dangerous risk, in that they could be severed without warning. Though… at the very least, the Warrior willingly choose to die, in order to save his beloved princess. It was endearing, in a way.
Suppressing the urge to sigh, Gaara rose from his seat and continued to carry his staff along, as he left the area and contemplated where else he should investigate.
Elsewhere
His Moogle flitted curiously around him, and asked where he wanted to go next. His stomach growled just then, making the decision for him. After the mild frown faded from his brows, he began to head toward the Culinary Attractions. He didn’t recognize all of the dishes, but merely hoped that they didn’t taste like the bland food bars from the facility.
Gaara of the Desert
This was yet another new world. The strange creature – a Moogle, she had called herself – told Gaara the name of the current city: Aqures Ixen. It wasn’t the facility, nor Saeng Seong. And it also wasn’t… Suna. He hadn’t seen his village for nearly a year and a half, by this point. He was wondering if he would get to set his gaze upon it, ever again.
Others of her kind, all similar in appearance save for the color of their fur, helpfully informed him of his new role. Looking down, Gaara realized that his attire had changed. There was very brief instance when he thought he had indeed been returned home, simply because of his current outfit. He was wearing white robes – his Kazekage robes. Only… he was also wielding a staff, and he could no longer hear Shukaku’s voice inside his mind. He was instructed to hold onto the crystal in his hand, which reflected his job class… whatever that meant.
One of the Moogles insisted on following him, as he set out to explore the city. Evidently, there was a festival taking place. While Gaara wasn’t exactly the social type, he recognized that he could gather information from other individuals, in a highly populous setting. It wasn’t likely, but perhaps… there was a chance he could locate a few of the others. Whether they came from the facility, Saeng Seong, or… even his original home world.
Theater Play
…Interesting story.
Was this play a premonition of events that would unfold? He was now a Hero of Light, after all. Perhaps he would be expected to defeat the Calamity from the Skies, or whomever decided to inherit that role, at present. Well… if there were villainous forces that needed to be eliminated, in this world, then he intended to fight against them. If anything, Gaara felt a bit relieved in having a need for usage of his combat capabilities… despite his sand powers being sealed.
The love story wasn’t noted with very much significance within his mind, but did cause the ninja to think about Sai… and Luke. He felt a great deal of hesitation in seeking out those types of bonds, considering what had happened before. Forming emotional attachments came with a dangerous risk, in that they could be severed without warning. Though… at the very least, the Warrior willingly choose to die, in order to save his beloved princess. It was endearing, in a way.
Suppressing the urge to sigh, Gaara rose from his seat and continued to carry his staff along, as he left the area and contemplated where else he should investigate.
Elsewhere
His Moogle flitted curiously around him, and asked where he wanted to go next. His stomach growled just then, making the decision for him. After the mild frown faded from his brows, he began to head toward the Culinary Attractions. He didn’t recognize all of the dishes, but merely hoped that they didn’t taste like the bland food bars from the facility.