At Journey's End

[alreadyhuman]

A.

[ What alerts certain people to Vivi's absence is not Vivi himself, but a gangly chocobo chick that has been doing a great deal of growing thanks to his care in the last few months. It 'kwehs' its way around campus in great distress, without its owner anywhere to be seen. ]

B.

[ Catching up with Vivi, even with his head start, isn't a difficult task. With the amount of energy he has left, even in the Outlands where Mist is abundant, the journey he's making is draining on more than one level.

Mostly because the place he's walking through, dragging himself step by step to some unknown destination, is alien even by Outlands standards.

Memories shimmer around the strange crystal structures that protrude from as if they're being reflected from him. The friends who have gotten him this far, the fights that have burned themselves into his memory, the simple things that brought him happiness...

Most of them - almost all of them - involve other people. Rare are the ones that are by himself.

He's not trying to hide himself, or his slow progress. He hums tunelessly at times, some kind of exhausted dirge born of forcing himself to keep moving. ]

C.

[ Wildcard! If you want to have threads with Vivi acting noticeably weird/drained/nervous I am down for that, just let me know. ]

Comments

[buddinghopes]

[... Oh.]

I'm in, then.

[Some blood's a small price to pay for a friend's life, as far as she's concerned.]

[unlogic]

[Desi isn't any stranger to wearing scars for her friends; there's one such scar plainly visible on her right arm, just below the shoulder. If all that's required of her is, ultimately, to bear another one, then...]

I'll do it.

[shockingblue]

[Gunvolt paused, looking up at the daemon, between his friends, over at Sherlock, and to Vivi. Under any other circumstance he'd be reluctant to do this. And he hates that it has to go this way; he's still reluctant to trust a contract; he did pay attention a lot in class about this sort of thing. He'd just have to trust that what he learned would be enough to make sure the contract works as intended.

...But giving his blood for a friend? That wasn't the thing that bothered him. Not even for a second. He already shed gallons of sweat, trillions upon trillions of joules of electricity, and plenty of tears trying to find an answer for saving his friend. Blood... that was nothing, at this point. If anything, that's nothing more than a transfusion. A transfusion for a bunch of people, that would give them their lives and their freedom.]

...Yeah. Me too. Even if it scars, it's one I'll wear with pride.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He rolls up the sleeve of his left arm, revealing small pinpricks over, his eyes dim briefly as he ran a finger down, tracing a path.

A new scar to cover the old - replacing a stain with a sign of his care for someone else - someone he had grown close to despite his attempts to keep distance from others.]

I'd give more if that is required, but blood? I can shed it for his sakes.