"Liberation" [Zeak]

[Melody]

How long has it been since that day when the boat brought her over here? Inside she wondered if the relatively new peace she obtained would last, though at the same time she had a nagging feeling that something was going to happen. Staying on the continent was equivalent to being a temporary balm on her mind, the more she stayed the more thoughts lingered about the fate of her family back home. As she stepped down the stairs with her rowing traveling bag in tow she yawned lightly, her eyes gleaming as she spotted the familiar sight of the sky through the clear glass windows. The Cetra was relatively quiet until a polite cough caught her attention, and after a few moments of deliberation she stepped forward towards the desk of the hotel. Standing behind the desk was a thin man with elegant glasses, he appeared to be busy checking the bookings of the hotel until the sound of her footsteps alarmed him.

"Ahh! Hello there again Lady Buvelle, I take it your rest was most wonderful again yes?" The man bowed in respect, which earned him a shake of her head as she tried to diffuse the needless action. "It was quite adequate as usual Mr. Barnesworth, though please call me Melody. Lady Buvelle sounds too formal for my sake, as I'm merely a normal woman." A melodic giggle escaped her lips as she teased the receptionist, whom broke out into a fit of laughs as the two began discussing their payments for her booking. It didn't take long for her to pay the receptionist, though the ancient ended up in an idle conversation with him once more. They talked for a few more passing minutes, ranging from topics such as the weather to even political topics. From the corner of her eyes though she spotted a trio of men sitting down on a couch, all of them seemingly reading a newspaper of sorts.

"Ms. Buvelle? Ms. Buvelle!" The worried tone of the receptionist called out, and for a moment she blinked in surprise as she turned back to him with a sheepish smile. Melody quickly apologized and shared a farewell with the receptionist, giving the elderly man a handshake before turning around with her luggage in tow. Every step inside the hotel's lobby seemed to unnerve her, for as she pressed her heels against the ground the piercing stare of strange eyes would suddenly focus on her. Tell-tale whispers of the planet reverberated in her mind, but it didn't take the planet's warnings to know that something was distinctively off. In the corner of her eye she barely caught the sight of the three suited men staring at her stealthily, a notion that made her leer cautiously as she quickly exited the hotel.

"Melody maybe you're just being paranoid... would the company really send agents this far away from Midgar?" Perhaps she was being optimistic, yet the undying feeling that she was being followed never left the back of her mind. It was still a bit early in the morning, the cool temperature of the nearby harbor brought a refreshing shiver to her body as she took gentle strides against the sidewalk. It was sheer coincidence that caused her to stop suddenly as she pivoted her upper body to turn mid-torso to glance behind her. In the distant background she spotted the trio of men in black suits following her slowly with their faces shrouded by sunglasses. The Cetra nibbled cautiously on her bottom lip as a multitude of theories explaining the chances of them following her developed in her mind. It was the main street she deduced, and like all major passageways they would eventually split. Still she became more wary, her walking speed increasing as she began making her way towards the nearest bar.

Safety in numbers... they wouldn't attempt anything in a bar would they? She hoped at least as she turned around a corner, the Cetra practically power-walking as she traversed a small set of stairs to enter a reknown tavern. As she expected as she found an empty table to sit down on, the same trio of suited men also came in to find a nearby table near hers.

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[Zeak Ashanti]

It had been almost a day sense Zeak had left Cocoon and already he was seeing sights he had never dreamed about, hell he never knew that places like this existed. The ship he had taken took him to a floating land called Balamb. He didn't know it would be another place like Cocoon, floating in the sky above Pulse...or Gaia as the natives seemed to call it. It was a sunny day, bright and hot, a cloudless sky, and stagnant air that seemed to smother everything. To Zeak it felt just like his home of Cocoon, the sphere in the sky.

As the ship docked he looked around that the amazing architecture of this place. Compared to his home, which was covered in technology, this place was plain and rather clear. It felt like it was in tune with the earth, it was the opposite of home and he felt rather sad at that fact. 'What am I doing here? What am I searching for?' he asked himself. For the rest of the docking he tried to dig up an answer from within himself, but he couldn't find anything. Resigning to find out the answer later, he went to his room to quickly change into some real clothes, and to grab Guildari.

A few moments later he came out dressed in his usual all black attire, a t-shirt adorned with the PSICOM logo over his left shoulder. Plus a large pair of cargo pants that would hopefully hold all the things he would find, when he found anything important. Walking off the ship he fitted Guildari onto his back diagonally, and walked towards the center of town, taking a nice stroll though the area, till taking in the fact that there even was a place like this that wasn't in Cocoon. Eventually he tired of the sights, and searched for food.

Not knowing if the Gil used in Cocoon would be accepted in Balamb he decided to ask a local bartender if his Gil would be acceptable in this place. Luckily a small set of stairs nearby him lead to a local tavern. Walking inside he sat at the bar and questioned the local bartender about the local area, getting a few stares from some other, local patrons. He ordered a drink, nothing strong, just enough to quench his thirst, hoping that his Gil would be accepted, it was and he drank happily. Then a pretty pink hair girl came in, walking in quite a hurry, she quickly sat down and seemed to watch the door. Normally Zeak wouldn't care about her actions, but when three men in suits sat down at a nearby table and began to watch her, he knew something was up.

“Well I needed to met someone somehow.” he muttered as he stood up and walked to her table. He sat down across from her, so that the men in suits could only see his back. “Hello there, the name's Zeak, it is an honor to meet you.” Those men in suits seemed to stare into him as he spoke. 'Oh well, I'm not one to sugar coat things.' he thought. “So...What's with those guys in suits, they your body guards or something? Are you royalty?”

[FF:JE Manager]

OOC: If Melody hasn't replied by the time I am due to log off tonight I will get an admin post out for you

[FF:JE Manager]

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[Zeak Ashanti]

Standing slowly Zeak turned to face this woman, the pretty lady in pink hadn't said anything about her bodyguards, so he suspected that she was some sort of royalty, and that a peasant like him didn't have enough...status to speak to her. Moving his attention to the other woman, she was also pretty, wearing what looked like an officers outfit. 'Gun, nice coat, glasses, demanding. This woman isn't just for show' She had asked him to come with her, then said it was non-negotiable, Zeak cocked his head to one side, “Did I do something wrong?” he wondered aloud.

The Woman either didn't hear him or didn't care, as she moved her left arm out and created a black and purple thing on the wall. It was Zeaks height and seemed to be inviting him in, he looked back at the woman, who was smirking about something, "Our...leader would like to meet with you. Please keep your arms inside the portal at all time." No one in the bar seemed to pay this woman any attention, nor find anything she was doing odd, so Zeak went with the flow. “Alright.” he said, while stepping into the portal, “But why does your boss what to meet with me?”

But he wouldn't really hear the answer, he was absorbed mentally and physically by the portal. Everything became black and purple, and Zeak fell, into the depths.

[FF:JE Manager]

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