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Arrival

[It's been a very long time since Snow has left the twisted opulence of the Patron's Palace and the sterility of his own quarters in said palace. He doesn't remember the last time he'd actually enjoyed anything about... anything. And the few cold hours on the Marsiva with its harsh lightning and strange machinery did nothing but remind Snow of the time when his life was far less complicated.

~~Not that his life has been so simple in a very, very long time.~~

But some part of these ships remind him of a time he'd almost forgotten about, his time aboard both the Palamecia and the Lindblum. He's not exactly sure how to feel about that, as it also only grinds in the fact that he is so much different than when everything began to change for him and his friends. That he can't go back to a time when he was...

Which a sneer, he brushes confetti out of his eyes and hair.]

So this is my new "home". The decorations leave a lot to be desired.

Settling in

[This planet that the ships have docked at has some sort of high resonance with his hidden l'Cie brand, making the pain in his arm flare up from time to time. However, after five-plus centuries, he's certainly learned to ignore it when he isn't using his powers. It's odd how the feel of the ship is so close to that of his own sterile quarters of his previous palace, but he's finding that staying in one room for too long isn't that easy for him to do.

There was a time when he'd try to make friends with everyone the ship. What Lightning...used to say was his overly chummy attitude. Now, he barely talks to anyone unless they talk to him. He's not sure that's actually said more than a handful of words in a day's time otherwise. As it is, he spends most of is time walking from the Armory to the Cargo Hold to the Kitchen.

After a week, he's just like that giant, blond shadow that everyone can sort of get used to.]

[Two more added to the crew roster. At least the ship's getting a little livelier again, even though it serves as a painful reminder of how much of her old crew is gone. But as she told herself when Aerith and Shay, she's not going to let her heartache affect her interactions with the new crew.

Once the announcement's over, Riona moseys towards where the newcomers arrive. She stops outside the entrance, brow raised slightly. She's seen taller creatures than Snow, but he's hands down the tallest human she's ever come across.

And, judging by his comment, a grumpy one at that.]

We take no responsibility for the confetti. That's Atroma's little idea. But at least the pudding there is halfway decent. It's better than anything you'd have found on the Marsiva.

[Snow looks down at his new crewmate with blue eyes that feel dead. He'd smiled at Light, but he knows it wasn't anything like she'd expected. And it's just difficult to find the energy to truly make his face seem anything but tired.

Although, he is used to the surprised look on her face as she takes in his size. He's always been one of the tallest people around. Even Gadot....even he hadn't been as tall.]

Nice to see our kidnappers have a lousy sense of humor. [His voice is low and rumbly, but not without some inflection.] As for the food on the other ship, didn't have any. I was there for maybe a few hours before... [He waves his gloved hand, careful not to hit anyone that might be nearby.]...this.

They have a lousy sense of everything. [No point in stepping around that. Best he know now and be prepared.] And you weren't missing much on the food. It's this awful gel or paste. Luckily for you, you're on a ship with a captain that insists on keeping real food in stock.

[For once, she's going to remember to be polite and introduce herself before she's halfway into a conversation with this stranger.]

I'm Riona. I'm the pilot for the Blue Fish, the ship you're now on.

Guess that changes nothing.

[He's used to dealing with unseen forces making life more difficult for him. It's his whole life up this point. Why mess with a lifetime of suck?]

Gel? Paste? Sounds like the place I grew up in.

[Want to buy a fal'Cie please. Ready made commodities would be amazing in space.]

Snow. I'm security, I think. That's what the little comm device said when I turned it on.

[Phew, that's a loaded statement Riona's not gonna touch upon in their first conversation.]

Eugh, you had those where you grew up? I had hoped that was limited to this infernal place.

[Real food's where it's at.]

Nice to meet you, even under the circumstances. Since you're security, you're in charge of our armory and of course the ship's defense. Don't worry, the latter part almost never comes up, so you just get to look at all the shiny guns.

[Even if she did, he's not bound to share his life story to a stranger. He'd barely been ready to tell Lightning half of what he went through while she took a prolonged nap.]

Well, I'm sure the facility matron would've called it food, but it was nothing like what we got out in the town.

[Real food is definitely good. He will agree, full-heartedly.]

Guess these Atroma jerks at least know what they're doing in giving out positions. This is something I've done before. [Guns and all.] Just... not in space.

Your facility matron deserved a smack to the back of the head and mandated kitchen duty - a real kitchen with real food - for at least a month.

[Well there's a concept now. Someone assigned a role with which they're familiar.]

Some of the time. Sometimes they like to be funny and give someone a position they're not at all suited for. I'm a pilot, but we don't have ships like these where I'm from. Never even steered a sea-faring vessel. [Yet here she is.] Were you a police officer or a guardsman?

Can't say I disagree with you.

[But the woman is long dead and it's hardly her fault the facility was given garbage to feed the orphans. Despite the fact that Carbuncle produced more than enough "real" food to feed everyone equally.]

Something like that. When I was younger [much younger] my friends and I set up a neighborhood watch in our town.

A... neighborhood watch. [She's heard of the term but it's not something extremely familiar to her. But as she puts it together, she nods.] I think I understand what you mean. Watching for what? Criminals, or something worse?

Criminals, monsters, making sure the government didn't overstep into personal freedoms.

[They'd been dumb, idealistic kids.]

Later, we helped rebuild the town after...we had to leave our home.

Well-meaning rebels, then. I hope your government didn't give you much reason to have to interfere. [Though, given that their group formed in the first place, and then the bit with having to rebuild their home, that sounds like they did.] I'm sorry you lost your home and had to rebuild, but at least you were able to.

Called ourselves NORA. [He places a gloved hand against the shield hanging around his throat and closes his eyes for a minute.] No Obligations, Rules or Authorities. Just a bunch of dumb kids trying to do what we thought was right.

Butted heads with the local Guardian Corps, since they thought we were idiots. Better idiots than tools.

Snow Villiers

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