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( 💎 ) It's been a while since she had paid a visit to Pelican Town. The last time she was here, the town was struggling to keep up with some economic demands. Demands she had no knowledge of, nor cared to know about as she didn't live here and-- had no intention of doing so. She was a wanderer after all. Putting down roots wasn't in her agenda and she certainly wouldn't put them down here.

  Still though, things had changed enough to where-- she didn't really recognize the place and was caught a little off guard. The Adventurer's Guild was still in the same place... right? Marlon and Gil should still be running it too.

  " Ah- excuse me. Miss? " Before she could really think it through, she instead sought to ask someone for directions. " Pardon me, but would you happen to know the way to the mines? I'm looking to pay a visit to the Adventurer's Guild. "

ANONYMOUSLY (OR NOT!) TELL THE MUN HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THEIR ORIGINAL CHARACTER!

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( 💎 ) " No! I'm mad at you. You were WAY too reckless in that last encounter. I told you I had it under control and you didn't trust me! " It seems as though folks were making a habit of underestimating her as of late and quite frankly- that was fine when it came to strangers. In fact, it was a good advantage to have! When it came to those closer to her though...

  " When I need help. I'll ask for it. " A lie. " Until then. Let me handle it. The last thing anyone needs is you losing yourself to something so small. "

  After that sentence, she falls silent; refusing to entertain any more conversation on the matter. They still had a ways to go before reaching the next checkpoint in their current trek and it was going to be a long, silent journey.

  Unfortunately, even in silence, her anger is loud and deafening.

( 💎 ) " I've heard of cat ears, dog ears, and elven ears as accessories but I don't think I've ever seen... your kind of ears before. What- are they? " They're unique and almost too elongated to be cat ears, but they seem familiar. As if she's definitely seen these types of ears before, but she can't put her finger on it.

  " Do you ever take them off? "

I'd love to explore a plotline where Gemiya, after stepping away avoiding from such conversations for so long, is bestowed a Keyblade and/or is offered the ability to weild one.

Or is maybe forced to accept one and if that's the case it'd specifically be Master Yen Sid's keyblade. ( The family Keyblade 😌 ) She knows about the heavy responsibility that comes with it and is not quite sure if she can handle it. Gemiya's a wanderer and she fears her wandering days will end the moment she's bogged down by responsibility that isn't hers to assume.

Yes, she can still travel but at that point- it's no longer for fun and exploration. She'd be traveling for a different purpose where it would start to feel more like a job.

I think that's a struggle she could probably work through.

For this, I think she would have to see and train with a mentor. Which could be really fun!

( 💎 ) " You want me to escort you where? " This was a rather adventurous request from someone she had only just started talking to- what? Maybe a week or so ago? She doesn't know much about the man, if only for the fact he didn't share anything about himself at all! And not for the usual reasons. Most folks keep to themselves out of a desire to stay private, but this one... it isn't privacy that keeps him from sharing more about himself. There's a quiet vibe there that differs from the usual guarded demeanor people carry.

  Despite sounding stern, however, she hasn't said no.

  " That's a long ways off... are you sure that's a trek you want to make? Why do you even want to travel that far in the first place? " She's one to talk. After all, that's how their first chats started. Conversations about adventures she was willing to share, as she was never one to stay still. So far be it from her to deny someone else the opportunity to travel, but-.

  " If you're serious about this, I need to know you can hold your own and can keep up. I could, but I'm going to need some convincing. And... what did you say your name was again? "

( 💎 ) One breath. Two. Okay... she's conscious at least. For a moment, she stands still. Head down, nestled in between her arms and listening for any oncoming danger. Thankfully, there's only birdsong, silence and the crashing of waves against soft sand. Soft sand that she also felt underneath and between her fingers. Okay... whatever was after her earlier was gone, for now. Or at least... that's what she hoped the silence meant.

  " Ow... " Gemiya pushes herself up off the sandy surface and onto her knees, taking in her surroundings quickly before bringing a hand to her head to soothe the throbbing headache from within her temples. At least it looks like she lost whatever those creatures were and in so doing she ended up having a bit of a rough landing. A beach at least offered a soft landing pad of sorts, but she was lucky in that regard.

  Lucky-ish. At least. It looks like, unfortunately, she caught someone's attention who happened to be passing by. Maybe she could pass as a visitor who simply passed out on the beach? That shouldn't be too unusual right?

  " Ah- hi! I just-- ended up falling asleep here at the beach. I laid down for a little bit and before I knew it I passed out. Oops! Sorry about that. I'm- not in your way am I? " Hopefully the nerves in her voice aren't too obvious.

( 💎 ) " You know I can't quite put my finger on it, but you... remind me of someone. " Gemiya's not quite sure as to who, but there's a strange familiarity about her that doesn't seem to wane. No matter how much she tries to dismiss the thought, it keeps coming back, but with no real way to confirm one way or another it is probably best to drop the idea. 'Lest she risk scaring away the poor girl.

  " Sorry. I know it sounds weird. Maybe it's one of those 'past lives' or 'another timeline' deals I've been hearing about. " She laughs, trying to lighten the conversation before looking back out at the storm clouds overhead and the rain that kept everything in a dreary veil of grey.

  " I guess we're going to be here a while. " She steps back and takes a seat on the bench behind them. " It doesn't look like the rain will lift anytime soon. " Taking shelter underneath the glass awning of the bus stop was more of a reflex than a smart move, but at least it made for a pretty view of the droplets hitting the glass pane.

Is this why? Did we feel the calling before the trailer dropped? Was the universe calling us together once more? ✨️✨️