http://thisdesertrose.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] thisdesertrose.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] route_10652010-09-29 05:22 pm

If we could sit together a moment

Who: Squall Leonhart and Firion
Where: The Dark Cave
When: Wednesday
Summary: Firion finally finds Squall in the Dark Cave and they have a chat.
Rating: PG to be safe?
Log:
After talking to Zidane, Firion approached the Dark Cave and, true its name, it was very dark inside. He reached into his pack and pulled out a flashlight, turning it on and going inside. This world's technology still made him gawk sometimes. It had taken him awhile to figure out how a flashlight even works. A torch without a flame? He didn't get it and in the end, never did. He just new he needed those battery things whenever the light wouldn't turn back on.

He was lucky to have Wild Rose with him as she was the most effective against all these rock Pokemon, but still, he didn't find Squall. Worse still, he got lost. It had been a long time since he had been in this cave and the last time he had another companion. Firion sighed dejectedly, where could Squall have gone? And why did he leave his Pokemon?! It was almost suicidal! No, it was suicidal. He knew Squall liked to be alone but they had all been effected by those nightmares and they all knew Squall had gotten the worst of it all.

"Damn it, Squall," He murmured, crossing his arms, flashlight still in hand. He didn't pay attention during that split second of no light and luck was not on his side. The ground abruptly dropped off. With a startled yelp, Firion felt down the ledge. He was lucky it was hardly more than a five feet, but the staggered way he had fallen meant he found himself sprawled on the ground, knees skinned and scraps on his hand from trying to catch himself. But, it could have been worse and that was the good. "Ow..."

Well, his flashlight had survived, at least. Firion stood up and went to grab it.

[identity profile] solidbarrels.livejournal.com 2010-10-05 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nothing goes as expected." Squall turned, already starting to walk toward the exit of the cave. "They never do. Doesn't matter what world you're in." That was a truth Squall found out the hard way. Both during the War and in the Conflict, even here in this world.

"Hn. Was it?" Squall never bothered to find out the names of the battlefields he fought. They were just arenas that he needed to fight in. "Names differ. Depends mostly on what the person's perspective." He tossed his Drifloon's ball into the air before catching it. "Demon's name came from my world. Diablos's, too."

He paused in his stride, glancing back at Firion over his shoulder. The SeeD jerked his head, "Coming?"