[ The end of a world; a timeline stomped out mercilessly by an unforeseen force. Was this a vision of Etro, a message from her sister? ...No, that can't be right. She had seen the end of their world, the last flicker of light at the end of a candle finally burning its last. This, this was different. Where the end of the world that Noel knew was bleak and heartbreakingly quiet, this was sudden and cacophonous. Dizzying.
This was the end—not as they knew it, but what was meant to be. Everything they had hoped to save, each timeline plucked from the precipice of ruin, had been severed. In a helpless instant, it was over.
Ripping back the pall of her death-like sleep, Serah stumbles forward, barely catching herself in time to keep upright. Greeted by a hydraulic hiss and the soft, rhythmic thrum of machinery, she stands there frozen for a moment as she lets the world catch up. This isn't the first time she's woken up from such a deep slumber, but it never seems to get any easier. ]
...Hello?
[ Straightening, Serah takes a small step forward as her eyes begin to adjust to the light, boots tapping over metal. This looks like... Academia? No. No, this is different. Instinctively, she reaches for Mog, her hand hovering there as she grips and—
He's not there. She swallows. ]
Noel?
[ A beat, and another step forward. This is fine. It's okay. This isn't the first time that they've been separated. Tapping the pack on her hip (Lightning's knife is still there, good she has a backup), she takes another steps forward. ]
Is anyone there?
☆ CLEAN-UP (drone + mecha options).
[ Serah was at the briefing, she could see the damage that was done. While she had not been there to help during the Dragon's rampage, that doesn't mean that she will be shirking her duty to help. This is something that she's good at. Sure, it's a little different than building a habitable town practically from scratch, but that's fine.
It'll be as easy as falling off a chocobo, and probably a lot less painful. Hopefully, at least.
If she happens to find someone struggling with controlling one of the drones, Serah will make her way over with a pleasantly cheerful smile on her face. Her hands thrown behind her back, she will watch for a moment before chiming in. ]
You look like you could use some help.
[ She's not critiquing your technique, really! ]
* * *
[ After she's shown a few people the ropes (or was told to go away after being way too friendly or insistent), the small pink-haired woman will wander toward the larger cockpits. She doesn't step in herself, but does seem to be circling it to get a better look. Huh. She's never really seen something this sophisticated up close before... How does it work? ]
☆ SOCIAL LINKED.
[ Well, if someone went through all the trouble to make a profile for her to fill in, then she may as well use it. It's probably a good idea to get to know the other refugees here. ]
●●●●○ THESA
SERAH FARRON
@starseeking (21), Cocoon / Gran Pulse
Serah Farron | Final Fantasy XIII
[ The end of a world; a timeline stomped out mercilessly by an unforeseen force. Was this a vision of Etro, a message from her sister? ...No, that can't be right. She had seen the end of their world, the last flicker of light at the end of a candle finally burning its last. This, this was different. Where the end of the world that Noel knew was bleak and heartbreakingly quiet, this was sudden and cacophonous. Dizzying.
This was the end—not as they knew it, but what was meant to be. Everything they had hoped to save, each timeline plucked from the precipice of ruin, had been severed. In a helpless instant, it was over.
Ripping back the pall of her death-like sleep, Serah stumbles forward, barely catching herself in time to keep upright. Greeted by a hydraulic hiss and the soft, rhythmic thrum of machinery, she stands there frozen for a moment as she lets the world catch up. This isn't the first time she's woken up from such a deep slumber, but it never seems to get any easier. ]
...Hello?
[ Straightening, Serah takes a small step forward as her eyes begin to adjust to the light, boots tapping over metal. This looks like... Academia? No. No, this is different. Instinctively, she reaches for Mog, her hand hovering there as she grips and—
He's not there. She swallows. ]
Noel?
[ A beat, and another step forward. This is fine. It's okay. This isn't the first time that they've been separated. Tapping the pack on her hip (Lightning's knife is still there, good she has a backup), she takes another steps forward. ]
Is anyone there?
☆ CLEAN-UP (drone + mecha options).
[ Serah was at the briefing, she could see the damage that was done. While she had not been there to help during the Dragon's rampage, that doesn't mean that she will be shirking her duty to help. This is something that she's good at. Sure, it's a little different than building a habitable town practically from scratch, but that's fine.
* * *
It'll be as easy as falling off a chocobo, and probably a lot less painful. Hopefully, at least.
If she happens to find someone struggling with controlling one of the drones, Serah will make her way over with a pleasantly cheerful smile on her face. Her hands thrown behind her back, she will watch for a moment before chiming in. ]
You look like you could use some help.
[ She's not critiquing your technique, really! ]
[ After she's shown a few people the ropes (or was told to go away after being way too friendly or insistent), the small pink-haired woman will wander toward the larger cockpits. She doesn't step in herself, but does seem to be circling it to get a better look. Huh. She's never really seen something this sophisticated up close before... How does it work? ]
☆ SOCIAL LINKED.
[ Well, if someone went through all the trouble to make a profile for her to fill in, then she may as well use it. It's probably a good idea to get to know the other refugees here. ]
●●●●○ THESA
SERAH FARRON
CONTACT IGNORE
I WAS A: School teacher
@starseeking (21), Cocoon / Gran Pulse
I'M SKILLED IN: Cooking, doing research, fighting
I'M LOOKING FOR: My sister, my family and my friends. Or anyone from back home
ALSO, I'M: A time traveller (formerly)
☆ WILDCARD.
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