This Way and That Way Archive
There are places that are, and places that aren't. And then, there are places that move between others, nebulous and flowing. Spaces between places are like that. If you find yourself in a hallway, or on the road to some other destination, or in some other misplaced space, chances are, you've wandered into a space between places.
|| Continued from HH Lyanth's room ||
Upon exiting her room, Lyanth found herself standing at the end of a long hallway. There were plenty of other doors, and stairs and windows at the ends of the hall. This whole scene was strikingly familiar to the apartment blocks of Jeuno and San D'Oria, though she couldn't place the decor. It was quite strange for her room to connect to an exit she's never seen before, but with everything else wrong, it's the least of her concerns. Letting her hand fall on the hilt of her scimitar, she cautiously paced down to the far window.
|| Continued from HH Remy's room ||
Opening his door, still half asleep to the world, Remy took several steps before he froze and stared out into an unfamiliar corridor, a brow raising high as he just stood in his doorway. “Remy,” He spoke to himself. “Are ya sure that was just bourbon ya drunk last night?” He mulled over the idea as he ran his tongue along the edge of his bottom teeth, causing his lit cigarette to shift from side to side. Dropping his hand down to slip into pocket of his jeans, he ran a finger over the cards he had stored away, ready to throw one if needed.
Clearly this was some sort of hallucination. He was dreaming still, maybe sleep walking. Or drunk. Or high. One of those options. Or maybe he just finally cracked, it wouldn't be that much of a surprise, and god knew enough people joked he was due for some sort of mental break down. Making sure to keep his door slightly open so he could race back through it if he needed to escape, Remy began to casually walk down the hallway, trying several door knobs as he went, but found no success in any of them opening.
Just as she reached the far window, Lyanth heard a door open behind her. Turning quickly on her toes, she gripped her scimitar firmly. However, she was surprised to see a rather disheveled male Hume, dressed only in his trousers. Lyanth relaxed a bit, and watched the Hume as he tried to open other doors. Considering his appearance, he had to be having troubles with his Moogle just like Lyanth. At least she had been caught in her most powerful job and equipment, unlike this poor soul, who looked like he had just started Warrior yesterday.
Deciding that the odds were in her favor, Lyanth called out the the stranger: "Excuse me sir, but are you having issues with your Moogle as well?"
Maybe he should go back and get his lock picks... nah, didn't want to stir up the anger of anyone who might be behind those doors. But, if this was his hallucination or mental break down, he could do whatever he wanted, couldn't he? Crouch down so he could look through one of the keyholes and assess if he could pick it, Remy's attention snapped upwards to the figure further down the hallway. A fully dressed figure with a rather large sword. Could you die in your own psychological snaps? May not be a good thing to. However, the woman's (Remy assumed it was a woman, considering the amount of jewelry she wore) words what not ones of threat or anger, instead gaining a laugh from him.
"Well, the last
femme had no problem with
moi 'Moogle'." Remy grinned as he pushed himself back up onto his feet.
Clearly Lyanth had completely misjudged the Hume! She thanked the Goddess that her face-mask hid her blush, as she sputtered at the realization of his meaning. Certainly, she and Piper had giggled at the Dragoon ability
Penta Thrust, but to make such analogies with the talented and well respected Moogles! That was almost racist! With a clearing of her throat, she regained her composure.
"Ah, sir, I do not think you understand me. I am speaking of the Moogle in your Mog House." She indicated his open room door. "The one sent by Mog House Management Union?"
Remy didn't mean to cause offense... ok, maybe a little. Brushing off her reaction with a chuckle, his face then turned to confusion as she continued on with her answer to his joke. Mog House Management Union? MHMU? Hell, he still had no idea what this 'Moogle' was, unless she was mispronouncing a Harry Potter term. "I ain't even sure what ya talkin' 'bout."
If it wasn't for the fact Remy was sure he was in a dream, he would question no only this woman's requirements for knowledge on Moogles, but her appearance. There weren't many
femme he had to look up at, and the strange combination of clothing and the mass of jewelry placed her outside of New Orleans, unless it was Mardi Gras. "Who 'xactly would ya be?"
This was going no where at all. And while Lyanth would have liked to just power up a spell right there to show she meant business, the poor soul was just in his trousers. And she had no Blue Magic. Right.
"Sir, your lack of basic smarts and world experience is concerning. However, it is my duty in the service of the crown of San D'Oria to protect all that may need my assistance. I am Lyanth, Blue Mage as branded by the five serpents of the Immortals of Aht Urgahn."
With this, she thumped her right fist to her chest and bowed, though not so low that she was unable to keep eye contact with the stranger. Whatever he was playing at, be it basic idiocy or something more sinister, she didn't want to confuse him. After all, she didn't have the power to do much about anything until her Blue Magic was restored. This meant finding out what happened to the Moogles. With or without this stranger's assistance.
"And what title might I call you, sir?"
Remy's mouth dropped open as she continued to list her title, to a point his smoke almost fell out, but he managed to catch it between his lips in time. Clearing his throat, he nodded thoughtfully. "That,
cherie, sounds like quite an important title." Wow, how did his brain come up with that one? "
Moi? Well, assumin' I be right, 'nd this all be one big hallucination, could call myself the king of France for all it be worth.
Mais, most know me as Remy." That and a few other choice names... but Remy was the most acceptable in new company. "Sorry I can't help ya with ya little Muggle thing there, hopefully ya can get it all sorted out quickly,
hein?"
This man was clearly questioning his own sanity. Lyanth knew that this was a real world, though possibly not her own. Something as devastating as losing her spells could not be imagined. And as much as she would prefer to have a companion watching her back, this gentleman was probably not the best option.
"Your Highness, Remy, if you feel safe here, I would take my leave of you. Before I go, I would like to reassure you that I am no hallucination. This world is real and it is my duty to see that the Moogles are safe."
With a slight bow of her head, Lyanth offered her hand, as her Hume friends taught her. Hopefully in his delusional state this Remy would still be able to see offer of friendship, and maybe sanity.
Was she actually taking him serious about his made-up title, or just mocking it? Either way, Remy let out a low laugh at Lyanth's response to his introduction. What a strange
femme. As she offered her hand to him, Remy took it and shook it, before speaking. "I apologize for that earlier comment, I meant no harm with it." As for her other words. "'nd if this all be real, than I be more than a bit worried. This place," He moved his hand out to motion to their surroundings. "Shouldn't be 'tached to
moi room, that I just left." There was another option for why she wasn't worried. "Is this your place? Did you bring me here somehow?" If she did, that didn't sit well with Remy. He hated to be forced into a situation he had no say on.
Lyanth cocked her head to the side. "I'm sorry, sir, but I have no such powers. The Moogles are the ones that control if and when your room attaches to a new exit. That is part of the reason why I am looking for them: because the one that is supposed to be in my room isn't, and to find out where this new place is."
She paused a moment, because this Hume still seemed so confused, not knowing about Moogles or Mog Houses. But he was showing signs of coming back to reality.
"Perhaps the Moogles, once I find them, will have answers for you as well. Though I still find it strange that you haven't encountered them before. Even the smallest townships of Vana'Diel have at least one Moogle. Where is this 'France' you come from? I do not remember it from any of my journeys."
Remy ignored the mix up about the whole France thing, it wasn't worth it. This woman's relax stance on the whole situation however, was getting on his nerves. How could she just be so trusting? Put so much faith into these Moogles? He didn't have that kind of trust in anyone but himself, everything and everyone else held a risk. "And these Moogles, they never screwed up before? Never thrown ya into a place ya not suppose to be? 'Cause, if they are the cause of this all, they just screwed me over. I didn't ask to come here, and I be wanting to go back home." Taking a long drag on his smoke, Remy let the smoke lazily drift out of the corners of his mouth. "'Cause I ain't to happy being brought into this mess, not without even a 'please' first."
"Oh, the Moogles of the Mog House Management Union have always been the most responsible and helpful. If a Moogle isn't, they are reported to the M.H.M.U. and usually lose their position. I've never heard of such an intentional mistake as this before, certainly. That's why I'm sure there is something gravely wrong, and they need my help." Questioning the reliability of the Moogles was like questioning if the sun would rise tomorrow. This Hume was odd indeed, to have never met a Moogle, and to also have such trust issues. "Now, if you will excuse me, I need to continue on so that I may help the Moogles as quickly as possible."
Yeahhh, that still didn't help a whole lot, just gave Remy a bunch of information that didn't seem at all relevant. But who knew, maybe these... Moogles, somehow got mixed up and brought him there when they weren't suppose to. "Ya go do that then,
cherie, don't let me stop ya." However, what was he going to do? Where ever this place was, it wasn't home, and Remy was not comfortable in the least about not knowing his surroundings. "Ya mind if I tag 'long? Don't really know where else to go, 'nd don't really want to just sit and wait for things to go right in
mon room." Hey! Could turn out to be interesting.
"Your Highness, I..." Lyanth didn't really want to have to babysit a royal who was out of touch with reality. His waffling was far from reassuring, and in her weakened state she was not confident of her ability to protect him.
No, she was a Blue Mage trained by the Immortals, and whatever challenges this Remy would bring to her new quest she would only be better for. She straightened her shoulders and looked him in eyes. "I would be honored to have your company. Shall we proceed down to the ground floor?"
"Look, I ain't royalty," Well, in a way, he was. Prince of the Thief Guild after all, but not a recognized royalty in most circles. "It was a bad joke,
hein? Don't worry 'bout that kind of stuff."
She seemed a little uneasy at the idea of him tagging along too, and if Remy was more considerate, he would retract his request. But, he wanted to know what the hell was going on, and that overrode her own hesitations. "Don't worry, I won't get in ya way, just hang back 'hind ya."
Looking to the stairs Lyanth mentioned, Remy considered first ducking back into his room to grab more weapons, or at least his coat. Hell, he was sure he could handle most the stuff that they might come up again, not like he was totally unarmed. He moved towards the stairs, taking them down.
||Continued in HH Game Room||
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