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nagsalot and Vaan wayward_dream
Where: City Streets--none specifically.
When: Earlier today.
What: Penelo comes to in the streets of Discedo and soon finds herself on the run from Sniffer Dogs.
Rating: PG?
nagsalot and Vaan wayward_dreamWhere: City Streets--none specifically.
When: Earlier today.
What: Penelo comes to in the streets of Discedo and soon finds herself on the run from Sniffer Dogs.
Rating: PG?
The first thing that Penelo became acutely aware of when she felt herself coming to was a coldness pressed up against her face. With some irritated mumbling she pushed herself off the ground wiping at her face before it clicked--wait, something was amiss. The Dalmascan opened her eyes and tensed when she took in her surroundings. She was lying down in the middle of what looked like a street of some sort, but much of it was upheaved and cracked. A trickle of fear mixed in with a whole lot of confusion began to course through her but she took a deep breath and tried to find a way to put this all in order.
Looking around she was in a city that had been devastated. She felt a twinge of remorse, figuring this had just been one of the many cities that had fallen to the war which seemed to have stolen so much from so many people. On closer inspection, however, that question was replaced with just what town this was. Penelo provided herself in being a geographically sound person and when she thought of where she had been--with the Strahl, Nono, and for a little while Vaan she couldn't call any cities that would be that close to it and in this torrid condition. More than that, observing the architecture led her to the realization that it was unrecognizable as anything that she had seen or heard of before. The buildings were small, material much darker than that which she'd grown up with in Rabanastre, and from all she'd seen in her travels which were quite extensive. Much more angled, distinct shapes. She couldn't say she liked it very mu--wait. Concentrate Penelo.
The poor girl closed her eyes and rubbed her temple a little, pacing a little from side to side before she stopped, looked forward and held out her hands in a nebulous manner to indicate 'cease' to herself. Ok. So she had no idea where she was. Next question. How had she gotten here? Well she wasn't sure of that either. The last thing she could remember was fretting over where everyone had disappeared to and talking to Nono about it. Both were showing great concerns and so she had gotten her weapons to go out and.....!!
It was only then that she realized that her weapons were missing too. Her bow was gone--as well as her arrows though the quiver still remained strapped to her back, as well as her small scabbard, though the dagger she usually carried was similarly missing. There was something on her, she hadn't had before though. Hesitantly, Penelo slipped off a strange trinket that had been clipped onto her belt and took off the attached note.
Use This.
Penelo stared at it, her lips pursing with growing aggravation before she turned her attention to the device, trying to figure out just what it was. Before she could get far in her inspection there came a sudden crash not too far away and she jumped, and looking in the direction it had come from. There was a tense pause in which she saw nothing, and then from the corner of a building, from an alley there loped a strange dog-like creature she had never seen anywhere in her travels of Dalmasca. There was something very wrong with it, it looked as if it had been skinned but its sheer size and the feral growl emmiting from it made her feel far from pity.
Hoping to not catch it's attention, Penelo began to slowly back away, making not a single sound. In the end it didn't do a speck to help her, because the lone dog was soon joined by the rest of its pack. Not wasting a beat Penelo turned around and took off down the road, running as fast she she could and deftly avoiding the crackings and crevices of the disjointed street so as not to fall. Behind her she could hear the sounds of barking and sharp claws clicking on the wet pavement; she turned her head this way and that, trying to find a place to hide, a weapon to use, anything that might help her in this dire situation.
What she spotted--and headed to first in a moment of panic was a rusty looking pipe running down the side of one of the buildings. Probably some sort of plumbing. She ran at it at full speed and with strength and agility pumped by adrenaline scaled a bit of the side and latched onto the pipe at the last moment. It wailed under her weight and twisted downward a little which put her in a sticky situation. Below were the dogs, barking and trying to jump up to catch her. She should try to climb the pipe before it broke entirely but fear had frozen her arms and legs and she could move nowhere. She was stuck.
"H-help." she said it at first as a breathless whisper, but it grew louder and louder and she prayed that there was someone else out there, at least just one other person in what appeared to be a ghost-town.
Looking around she was in a city that had been devastated. She felt a twinge of remorse, figuring this had just been one of the many cities that had fallen to the war which seemed to have stolen so much from so many people. On closer inspection, however, that question was replaced with just what town this was. Penelo provided herself in being a geographically sound person and when she thought of where she had been--with the Strahl, Nono, and for a little while Vaan she couldn't call any cities that would be that close to it and in this torrid condition. More than that, observing the architecture led her to the realization that it was unrecognizable as anything that she had seen or heard of before. The buildings were small, material much darker than that which she'd grown up with in Rabanastre, and from all she'd seen in her travels which were quite extensive. Much more angled, distinct shapes. She couldn't say she liked it very mu--wait. Concentrate Penelo.
The poor girl closed her eyes and rubbed her temple a little, pacing a little from side to side before she stopped, looked forward and held out her hands in a nebulous manner to indicate 'cease' to herself. Ok. So she had no idea where she was. Next question. How had she gotten here? Well she wasn't sure of that either. The last thing she could remember was fretting over where everyone had disappeared to and talking to Nono about it. Both were showing great concerns and so she had gotten her weapons to go out and.....!!
It was only then that she realized that her weapons were missing too. Her bow was gone--as well as her arrows though the quiver still remained strapped to her back, as well as her small scabbard, though the dagger she usually carried was similarly missing. There was something on her, she hadn't had before though. Hesitantly, Penelo slipped off a strange trinket that had been clipped onto her belt and took off the attached note.
Use This.
Penelo stared at it, her lips pursing with growing aggravation before she turned her attention to the device, trying to figure out just what it was. Before she could get far in her inspection there came a sudden crash not too far away and she jumped, and looking in the direction it had come from. There was a tense pause in which she saw nothing, and then from the corner of a building, from an alley there loped a strange dog-like creature she had never seen anywhere in her travels of Dalmasca. There was something very wrong with it, it looked as if it had been skinned but its sheer size and the feral growl emmiting from it made her feel far from pity.
Hoping to not catch it's attention, Penelo began to slowly back away, making not a single sound. In the end it didn't do a speck to help her, because the lone dog was soon joined by the rest of its pack. Not wasting a beat Penelo turned around and took off down the road, running as fast she she could and deftly avoiding the crackings and crevices of the disjointed street so as not to fall. Behind her she could hear the sounds of barking and sharp claws clicking on the wet pavement; she turned her head this way and that, trying to find a place to hide, a weapon to use, anything that might help her in this dire situation.
What she spotted--and headed to first in a moment of panic was a rusty looking pipe running down the side of one of the buildings. Probably some sort of plumbing. She ran at it at full speed and with strength and agility pumped by adrenaline scaled a bit of the side and latched onto the pipe at the last moment. It wailed under her weight and twisted downward a little which put her in a sticky situation. Below were the dogs, barking and trying to jump up to catch her. She should try to climb the pipe before it broke entirely but fear had frozen her arms and legs and she could move nowhere. She was stuck.
"H-help." she said it at first as a breathless whisper, but it grew louder and louder and she prayed that there was someone else out there, at least just one other person in what appeared to be a ghost-town.