melodiesoflife | Prelude || The Festival Of Light

Prelude || The Festival Of Light

Characters: All the "Heroes of Light."
Where: Aqures Ixen.
When: The 3rd of August, final day of the Festival of Light. The Heroes of Light will awaken early in the morning.
Summary: The Heroes of Light awaken in Aqures Ixen and are informed by their assigned Moogles of what the situation and what their destinies are. This a log for them to react to the situation, meet each other and optionally participate in activities provided by the Festival of Light.
Warning: N/A

Where you were or what you were doing— It does not really matter. Not any more. Within an instant, the world around you collapses. Reality twists and shatters... Or maybe you are the one who is collapsing and shattering away from reality as you knew it. No matter what the answer is, it will only take a few seconds for you to find yourself sinking into a void, your world vanishing into the distance. There is nothing but darkness as far as the eye can see. Even you feel different: all the powers you might once have had, are now gone. It is silent, cold and it feels as though life itself is slipping out of you.

At this moment, when it looks as though nothing but a never-ending void awaits you, a red Crystal forms before you. In this void, its warmth compels you to grab it. Upon doing so, you can hear a soft, soothing voice speaking:

"Wake up."

Soon, the void itself vanishes and is replaced by distant noises of engines. Had it all been nothing more than a dream? The soothing voice repeats its call one more time, but is soon replaced with a much less graceful "Wake up, Kupo!" Hand clutched on your Crystal, the call of the Moogle may finally wake you up. But you are no longer in your world, nor in the void. You are before the Crystal of Fire, in the third district of a city called Aqures Ixen. At this point, you may realize the engine noise actually originates from an Airship flying low over the city and headed to dock beneath the castle. As if it wasn't strange enough, your clothes have changed as well. They are now a reflection of the Jobs you are wielding. Last but not least, you are surrounded by Moogles, small and fluffy creatures who are more than happy to tell you about everything you want to know, about your 'destiny' as a Hero of Light, about what awaits you.

Or at least, they will tell you everything they do know, which isn't much in the end.

Thankfully, there doesn't seem to be any citizens aside from Moogles in the vicinity. Indeed, the population of Aqures Ixen seems to be busy elsewhere in the city-- The Moogle will tell you there currently an event named the Festival of Light, which most people are attending. But you are not alone! It probably will not be long before you realize there are plenty of people like you all around, and if somehow you do not realize it, the Moogle who woke you up will be more than happy to inform you there are others like you around. Maybe with their help, you will be able to find out what is happening to you.

— Final Day —
The Festival of Light is a yearly event held at Aqures Ixen to celebrate the victory of the "Heroes of Light" over the "Calamity from the Skies" two thousands years ago, or so do the legends say. Whether people believe in the legends or not, this is an occasion for them to have fun and spend time with family and friends. The Festival is held from the 28th of July to the 3rd of August.

Unfortunately, most attractions and events are over by the third of August. Yet, there is enough to do, should the newly arrived Heroes of Light favor spending time looking at the attractions rather than panicking about their situation. The festival ends at midnight.

Theater Play
— Ninth District || 14:00 —

There is a large theater stage installed in the 9th district-- It is probably only temporary by the look of it. There is quite a crowd seated to watch the play about to unfold, as well as numerous people standing beneath the seats or sitting on the ceilings because they couldn't get a seat. After the audience grows quiet, a woman with long silver hair and green-ish skin steps onto the stage to address the audience.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Tonight's performance is a story that takes place long, long ago! At the time when the Ancients reigned over the planet, when the Calamities from the Skies landed on this world and waged war against all forms of life. When our story begins, the Ancients are on the brink of extinction and gathering the last of their forces to fight. And now people of Aqures Ixen and visitors from distant lands, we proudly present 'The 4 Heroes of Light'!"

After this, the play starts and will last for roughly one hour and a half. The main characters appear to be four Heroes of Light, respectively dressed as a Warrior, Monk, Black Mage and White Mage. Other characters include the Calamity from the Skies played by the silver-haired woman, an Ancient scientist and the Princess of Crystallis. The story appears to be a highly romanticized version of the tale the Moogles told the characters earlier. As the play unfolds, there is a love story between one of the Heroes of Light, the Warrior, and the Princess of Crystallis. At the end of the play, the Heroes of Light successfully defeat the Calamity from the Skies, but the Warrior has to sacrifice himself and die in order to protect the Princess of Crystallis.

Culinary Attractions
— Fourteenth District || Anytime —
What would a festival be without free food and banquets? Not really a festival. In the fourteenth district, there is a banquet and many stands held by people from all over the world-- People from Balicea, Aerilon, Esdham, Flence, etc. There is even a stand held by former inhabitants of the Empire. All kind of food from all over the world can be found here-- Refined food, pastries, cakes, cooked meals, etc. It's virtually impossible not to find something to like in all of this, and it's all free until midnight!

Competitions
— Tenth & Eight District || 18:00 —

At 18:00, there will be a Blitzball match opposing the teams of Aqures Ixen and Balicea in the Blitzball Stadium. It is more of an exposition match, with nothing to be won aside from glory. Anyone is free to enter the stadium to watch the match. Following this, people - playable characters included - will be allowed to play some Blitzball Match on their own, if they want to try.

At the same time, a Triple Triad competition will be taking place in the eight district, in the campus of the university. Characters are free to enter the Triple Triad tournament, and if they do so they will be given very basic cards and explained the rules. With low level cards and whatsoever no experience, odds are that they may lose to much more experienced and competitive players, but what matters is trying, right? Whilst no characters may recognize him yet, it is notable that one of the NPCs, Wedge, is taking part in the competition. It's just a shame knowing he will lose in the semi-finals.

Trano Golsaucia's Stands
— Eleventh District || Anytime —
Specially for the occasions, stallholders from Trano Golsaucia traveled to Aqures Ixen and brought a few attractions to display what they can do. Noticeably, they brought Chocobos and will organize numerous races throughout the day, on an improvised tracks running around the houses. The Heroes of Light are more than welcome to try and bet, should they want to lose (or multiply) what few Gils they have. If they feel adventurous, they may even try to enter one of the races and ride a Chocobo-- At their own risks.

Aside from this, there are some more attractions worthy of attention. There is a shooting stand-- Coincidentally, all the targets are vaguely similar to the main antagonists of numbered Final Fantasy games. There is a treasure chest game, where characters are presented with ten chests and can open only one-- Prizes range from one Gils to gigantic plushie. There is also a fortune teller Moogle, it is notable that his predictions will always include either the character suffering hell or dying soon, in one form or another. Hopefully this moogle is just a scam.

Fireworks
— First District || 23:00 —

What better way to conclude a festival than fireworks? Fireworks will be launched from the Castle of Aqures Ixen starting 23:00, and will end at midnight, at the same time than the festival. No matter where you are in the city, anyone should be able to watch them easilly if they so wish. Unfortunately, it means falling asleep before midnight may be a bit hard with all the noise.

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Waking up
Sho had been chasing Son down, playing tag in the broken buildings that he had called home as a child. It wasn't a simple game, even though it had been the first time in a long time that he was able to let go - it was a deadly game of guns and blood, dodging through broken walls and fallen beams, exchanging words just as much as they were exchanging bullets. His wounds stung and left a trail of blood along the filthy floor, but so did Son, and they both didn't care. They were playing and that was all that mattered.

But then the world shifted and changed and Sho was no longer breathing the warm, moist air of Mallepa but something cleaner, less humid. His vision cleared and he fumbled with his clothing, growing more irritated when he couldn't find his sunglasses to cut the glare down. Something hard was in his hand and he squinted at it, scowling at the strange crystal shaped like a weird winged moon and then a fluffy ball of white was in his face, practically beaming at him.

"Welcome, Hero of-"

"Where the hell am I and where's my glasses?"

The creature bounced for a second in mid-air, and if Sho was the kind of man that frightened easily, he would have probably shot it. It seemed to get a grip on itself and attempted to continue trying to get in Sho's face.

"Glasses, kupo? I didn't see glasses?"

Sho patted himself down, realized that his entire outfit was gone and leveled a hard, flat stare at the ball of fuzz floating in his face. "I want my real clothing. Now."

A half an hour later, Sho was back in the familiar leather and linen from home, his guns in their holsters and his sunglasses over his eyes. So what he was getting stared at? At least he was comfortable. With the basics filled in by the moogle Zal, Sho headed through the festive streets. He wanted to see for himself what Zal was saying was true.

Trano Golsaucia's Stands
It was almost like home. People stood behind stands, some colorful while others more plain, hawking wares and games at various levels of yelling while other people hung around, playing games and chatting in various levels of loudness. Sho was only slightly surprised that no one asked for payments, and after he tried a couple of the games and spent a long few minutes staring at the chocobos, he wound up in front of the shooting gallery. He didn't know what half of the stuff around he was, but he did know how to aim at least.

He had already collected a number of small prizes as the booth owner decided to bring out the hard targets animated to move in unpredictable directions and a number of non-targets to get in the way. It really didn't seem to phase Sho at all as he followed the antics of a rather tall silver-haired target in the back.

Fireworks
Mallepa didn't have fireworks a lot like other countries. As a free state, a lot of the budget for new buildings, homes and parks came directly out of the pockets of citizens. The government had been more of a courtesy than actually doing anything to run things, which was why the gangs were accepted so easily by everyone else. Sometimes the Mainland would come in to clean things up, but he knew that only happened when the rest of the world got on their asses.

Sho did appreciate the fireworks though, sitting on a grassy spot while smoking one of his few remaining cigarettes. The day had proven strange and interesting, and he still wasn't sure if this was real. It was a nice change of pace, he can admit that, but everything else needed further exploration before he could accept it all.

Edited 2014-08-04 19:04 (UTC)

Even though light armor wasn't really all that cumbersome on it's own, added with Masamune's weight that seems to be growing by the hour, it was warm. Every so often throughout Sephiroth's wandering through the Festival of Light he came to a stop. To take a drink of water which didn't touch the sides, to casually glance about the stands nearest to him in case there might be something to catch his eye. Spencer pushed his glasses up his stubby nose as the moggle flopped down on the nearest ledge to him as Sephiroth took another 'break', the moogle already had picked up enough to know not to try and persuade his companion to participate in any games. Perhaps he had been best assigned to Sephiroth after all, who knew what would have happened to his more bubbly cousins by now if he hadn't.

The crack of a gun drew Sephiroth's attention to the shooting gallery like someone turning on a light switch. He raised an eyebrow to Spencer, and then swept closer of his own volition, leaving the moogle there to rest for a few minutes.

It was just as Sho were lining up another shot to take at the oddly resemblant white-haired target in the back that Sephiroth found it also and it drew instantly a deep frown. Just what was this supposed to be, some kind of joke? At least the resemblance were somewhat less for now, since Sephiroth wasn't in his usual black-and-silver clothing.

"Hmph."

It might be a distracting sound to have heard from behind as Sho were about to pull the trigger.

If he had let any little noise startle him, Sho would have been dead years ago. A simple sound wasn't going to get him jump unless it was something like a gun getting cocked, or the hiss of a blade leaving a sheath. Granted, the bullet was off a little when it hit instead of giving him a clean hole in the chest, but that happens when one was looking over their shoulder at someone coming a little too close for comfort.

"Wait in line; I've still got a couple shots left."

From behind Sho both eyebrows raised as the bullet tore a gouge into the doll that shouldn't-but-did resemble Sephiroth. This was stupid and he scolded himself for feeling so attached to the gesture, his subconscious was clearly attaching more weight of relevance to it than it should.

"Nice shot." He grumbled lowly and then stepped to the side to stand alongside Sho and at the same time take in the details of the other targets poised a respectable distance backwards into the stand.

"It was a bad shot and woulda just grazed a normal person," Sho said back, just a little annoyed at wasting a bullet. He wasn't sure that he liked this kind of game, not because of the fact that he was shooting at very human-looking targets, but because it seemed like a waste of time. Oh well. He started firing so he should finish and he should also try not to be a bad sport about it at the same time.

He fired off his last shots, this time achieving perfect bull's eyes - a head shot in that creepy winged and horned woman, and a chest shot in a dancing clown - and put the gun down. He eyed the pile of prizes, picked out a cheap string of stones to pocket while the rest he just started handing off to kids. The biggest prize was given to a little girl before he looked over at Sephiroth.

Sho blinked. He frowned and looked at the targets. His lips quirked in amusement and he pointed with his chin at the targets as they were being reset. "Didja piss off the owner of that booth?"

To the side of Sho, Sephiroth only lilted his head slightly to one side in not so much of a shrug. Sho was right about the shot, in terms of accuracy, so much for an attempt at conversation. Not that Sephiroth was generally any good at initiating such, but it wasn't polite to just lurk around another person without at least announcing his presence there.

He leveled a half frown in the direction of the character with the long white-ish hair and black jacket as if staring into it's face would grant him an answer. It didn't, and soon the excited children surrounding Sho as he gave out prizes drew Sephiroth's attention back to the marksman who had been playing.

It seemed then that the man made the connection that had drawn him over in the first place. Only a twitch to the corner of Sephiroth's nose betrayed his instant annoyance at Sho's obvious amusement and gesture.

"Who knows. It's only a game."

"Yah, it's only a game until someone starts bleeding."

He was still grinning a little, making a joke over something that might not really be a joke to some people. The kids were hurrying away with their haul, some finding parents or older siblings and Sho watched them go with a almost wistful air. He was indeed older than Genesis, with a thinner build and long braids spilling over the back of his coat, but the face was almost the same. There were scars, most of them barely visible, marring his skin.

"Mebbe it's some other person with long silver hair, right?"

"Quite."

Sephiroth, for all his expert capability in violent application, never did make a joke about it - he was much too grounded and professional in his occupation to do such. Especially since Sho's comment struck a relevant chord in Sephiroth's conscious thoughts; it had been only a game, a bit of fun, in the company training room. Yet here he was represented as a character in a fairground game, for others to shoot at their pleasure as if he somehow deserved the treatment. Oh how his dream continued to haunt him with significant details; however he refused to pay attention to the guilt that it stirred.

He kept his expression flat, for the most part, yet upon closer inspection of Sho's face he would have had to be blind not to have picked out on the similar features in the grinning marksman compared to his once best-friend. Faint scarring was for the most part ignored, it would be typical for his dream to attach undue relevance to that as well. Stranger and stranger indeed.

Eventually, though not until after a handful of heavy seconds, Sephiroth flashed half of a grin in return. He couldn't let himself be bogged down too much by all this coincidence- it was only his own wild imagination playing tricks.

"Right. It's just a coincidence, for sure." Yet, he might well have to ask Spencer in a few moments if it was intended as some sort of joke towards him specifically or something. Clearly the resemblance was much too close, and he disliked being made fun of so blatantly.

Different attitudes, different lives. Sho was a street punk that spent a lot of his life between one gun fight to the next. It wasn't at all weird to joke about dying and blood even though he often got called an idiot by his friend when the jokes got too morbid. He also didn't have any target that looked like him although he had to wonder for a moment about that guy in red, but only for a moment. He looked younger, with a heavier bone structure and not at all like him except in the nose shape and even that could be wrong.

"Dwelling on something stupid as a game would only cause stomach cramps anyways," Sho said, his fingers gliding lightly over the cheap guns on the counter. They were cheap but at least they feel familiar. He had a feeling that the feeling will be sorely missed.

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shinrasfinest - 2014-08-17 09:23 (UTC) - Expand

The shooting gallery had caught Snow's eye almost immediately. He took the opportunity to watch before jumping in, but when he caught sight of a target in the back that wore robes vaguely reminiscent of Galenth Dysley (and man, that sure was a name he hadn't had to recall in forever), he couldn't help but join the fray. Shooting something in the ass that even kind of looked like Dysley seemed like a better stress reliever than most.

He stepped up to the stand beside Sho -- who seemed to be doing much better than most others at the gallery -- and put a gil down on the counter top in exchange for a tray of BBs.

"Hey, you seem like you're a pretty good shot," he said, glancing to his left. "How about a bit of friendly competition?"

Snow reached down and grabbed one of the air rifles from off the counter, turning it over in his hand once in order to inspect it. He hadn't handled any type of firearm in well over two hundred years, and he was used to automatic weapons besides, but he figured it didn't matter if his skills were rusty in a carnival game like this. He pulled back the bolt and loaded the BBs. Really, his question had been less of a question and more of an outward challenge.

He curbed the impulse to roll his eyes, instead taking the time to refill his gun. These were children's toys - perfectly quirky and touchy and not at all like the guns he was wearing in that they wouldn't drop a man if he unloaded the whole clip into them. He had never actually used them before having gone from street sneak to street punk without any intermediate stage.

"Mebbe... Depends on what you're offering," he replied, glancing at Snow. The guy was big, far bulkier and taller than he was. He looked more like the type that preferred to beat things with his hands instead of using a gun.

He flipped the rifle closed and aimed without really looking like he was, the motion so ingrained from years of practice. The animation of the targets picked up but he was already picking them off.

Snow raised the air rifle and looked down the sights -- which seemed to be a little skewed, as far as he could tell. When he pulled the trigger the first time, his shot missed the target completely, flying far too high and to the right. He actually hit his target on the second try, but only barely -- not nearly enough to rack up the points he needed. He frowned and lowered the weapon momentarily, inspecting the iron sights as though they were the top culprit for his poor performance, even though he knew that the obvious solution was to just try to compensate for their off-center aim.

"Well, from the looks of it," he said, "nothing I could stand to lose. I must be rustier than I thought."

He leveled the rifle again and fired off another two shots. This time, both of them managed to hit the target, but his speed was severely lacking, and neither of the hits resembled anything close to a bullseye. It was frustrating to see that his accuracy had slipped so much, and it was a good thing that Snow wasn't really much of a competitive personality. Otherwise, tantrums might have been thrown.

"How about the satisfaction of knowing how badly you beat me?" he said. He took another shot; it was his first bullseye. "... Or maybe..."

"It's not any fun if I can beat you without trying," Sho replied, firing off three more shots in rapid succession. He had already gotten use to the quirks of the sights by just ignoring it, and adjusted for the tug to the left with each pull of the trigger.

He looked at Snow again, watching him play around with his gun and then turned back to the targets. A few more shots, and he just used Snow's bullseye to draw a smiling face on the target.

"Totally not fun at all," he said, taking a couple shots at the scary women with the wings and horns.

"Now you're just being mean," he grumbled.

Time to stop messing around. A beating, Snow would've been able to handle, but this was about to be a rigorously thorough whooping. It was already starting to become embarrassing. Back in the day, he used to be able to shoot the center out of a dime from fifteen meters. Surely he still had some of that still in him. Snow took a steadying breath and readjusted the butt of the rifle against his shoulder.

"Alright, buddy," he challenged. "No one likes a showoff."

It was probably the most hypocritical thing Snow had said in god even knew how long, because he damn sure would've been showing off himself if this was something that he was exceptionally skilled at. He took several shots, each at different targets. Every single one hit this time. Though not all were bullseyes, it was enough to build up his confidence and put him back in the game. At the very least, he felt like he was starting to get used to the crooked sights.

"Yah? Showoff is practically my name."

He spun his air rifle around his finger, watching Snow as he started getting a better feel of his gun before reloading and taking a couple more shots at the targets. Sho know he was getting sloppy, letting himself not aim properly as letting the other guy catch up to him. It wasn't entirely fair, and it could backfire on him tremendously, but Sho didn't care. Winning wasn't fun unless the other guy had a chance to win too.

When the round ended and Snow's rifled fired dry, he still trailed Sho by a good few hundred points. He knew that the other man had gone easy on him there at the end, and while it was frustrating to know that it still wasn't enough, Snow really couldn't hold it against him. Sometimes you were just outclassed in life.

"You're good," he conceded as he set the air rifle back down onto the counter. "Real good. Where'd you learn to shoot like that? You do it for sport, or...?"

He didn't finish that sentence, unwilling to jump to any conclusions. This guy could be a well-trained soldier or he could be a world-class criminal for all he knew. In the end, it didn't really matter to Snow all that much -- after all, his own record wasn't exactly squeaky-clean -- but he knew that sometimes people were more reserved about things like that than he was.

Sho wasn't reserved at all. The life that he knew, the place that he came from, a lot of the people were either in the business, supported the business or had friends in the business. He even knew cops that weren't too afraid to point at someone on the other side of the glass and call them brother. Of course, there had to be a level protection over things because of the whole world always getting mad about reports of criminals in the Free Trade, No Taxes city, but that was something that could be said about any place in the world.

"Occupational hazard," he said, setting his gun down. A simple answer is always the best and Snow could always take it to mean anything. "You've got some skill, but you look pretty rusty there yourself."

The bustling booths and the scent of sugary snacks accompanied by laughter and cheers was rare for Angeal. Sure, he had seen such sights at the Gold Saucer when he used to go there as a special treat for the Second and Third Class SOLDIERs that passed their qualifying exams. To be frank, he had grown tired of the same old thing.

This place was a little different. The sounds of children laughing and playing caught his attention as he watched them for a few minutes.

"Kupo?" Lester broke the silence and Angeal looked at the moogle floating next to him. Lester hadn't seen Angeal this way but instead of talking, he walked toward the booths.

He looked from one to the other until the shooting gallery caught his attention. Silently, he watched the man that also possessed a moogle but something was odd about him. He looked like Genesis but older. He thought then that maybe he was witnessing various incarnations of his childhood friend. He had no idea that Sho was someone different.

The warrior, now clothed in his SOLDIER uniform folded his arms and waited. At least the objective of the game seemed simple enough but one of the targets seemed strange yet familiar at the same time. His brow lifted as he eyed the same target as Sho without realizing the significance.

With each shot fired, Angeal kept his eyes focused. It was similar to training, only this time it was much more chaotic.

"Pull the trigger on the exhale." It was a habit of Angeals that he simply couldn't shake.

"You gotta a problem with how I aim, then you do it," Sho said, not looking at the guy making a comment about firing on exhale. He knew that, knew a lot of tricks, some of which weren't normal or even humanly possible despite how much he pushed himself to match to speed and skills of his mentor. He had been considered very fast and very hard to hit by other gunmen, and when he was just being in a fight, he had done some really stupidly impossible moves, but he was still human.

But the guy that said it probably was use to telling people how to do things. Sho glanced over his shoulder at the big guy while he was refilling, noting the hard expression and the very military-like clothing he wore. Sho might not have been in the military having been first keeping far away from the press gangs roaming the streets and later in the loving care of his vampire friend, but he knew what one looked like. His streets senses definitely would have avoided that guy if he saw him wandering the markets back home.

"This is your show." Angeal's expression remained impassive but the way this man spoke certainly had his attention. This wasn't Genesis and he almost stuck his foot in something deep.

He hadn't moved nor changed his posture in any way to depict his mistake. What started off as a small, simple joke might turn ugly if he kept up. Instead, Angeal chose to watch this man work. Apologizing wasn't something that no SOLDIER ever did unless it was a grievous mistake or clearly something that ticked someone else off. It was only polite, at best.

For the most part, Angeal was willing at least give a small grin as if he was mentally taking up the challenge. He thought of making a wager on it but he really didn't know this man at all. This dream of his was stranger by the minute. At least he could learn a thing or two.

"So they tell me," he grumbled but broke off with the conversation. He had more important things to do than bother with some military guy standing at his shoulder.

She clearly has been trained, though it was with a very eccentric hand, something that would easily be noticeable as he switched hands to fire at targets on his other side instead of changing his stance. He really saw no reason to move like crazy; after all, it wasn't like they were firing at him.

While targets fell one by one, Angeal's expression remained the same. With no need to lecture, not that it was appreciated to begin with, he stayed out of the way and simply watched.

After the last fire was shot, he lifted his chin with a smirk and scoff. "Not bad."

In fact, this guy reminded him of Zack as far as the showing off was concerned. The attitude left much to be desired. Then again, it wasn't Angeal's place to judge.

"Yah, it could've been better, but these re pretty cheap air guns," he replied, grinning a little.

He at least did not miss any of the targets thrown up, unlike a few other people trying their luck with the guns. He wasn't sure if it was because the guns were that badly taken care of, or if it was because guns were not common. He was probably the only person standing there with six guns on him and a couple pockets full of ammo.

"You really don't seem like the type to use guns much." He had noticed the big sword on his back and the way he held himself. Sho might be a street punk in many ways, but he also was a quick one. He knew the art of seeing from just a glance. He also was handing over his winnings to the kids clustered around watching him, keeping an eye on the big guy while he did so.

"You're right. I don't, but that doesn't mean I hadn't trained with them. I'm more of a hand to hand combatant. The sword is for show." Which was pretty much the truth and he punctuated the response with a grin.

Angeal was pleased to see that the man in his presence was generous with the kids and that spoke a lot about Sho's character. He smiled and nodded while the kids cheered. "It's good that you're making a favorable impression with the kids. We don't see a lot of that these days."

"Eh, kids deserve a little treat and it would be a waste if I take them. I mean that fuzzy guy would rather have books than a soft toy that looks like him."

He finished handing the toys out and sat back to watch the kids run off with them, looking more than a little wistful at them. This place wasn't bad from what he could tell, but it still wasn't Mallepa. If he was to believe what Zal was telling him, he wasn't even on the same planet and that was the scariest thing to think of. To be so far away from his family, especially his daughter, was not something he wanted to dwell on at all.

Prelude || The Festival Of Light

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