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“—Mmm?” The pastel warriors feet glided across the dreadful sanded beach to the newcomer who passed on the beaches of this broken place.
Cerulean hues covered by thin folds slowly before resting on the women. A strange chill went down his spine before he let a small inaudible sigh release from his pale lips. “Etro…?” His stern strong voice seemed to release from his lips.
"Do you have business with the goddess?" Lightning further questioned with the demands for a rightful answer. She stepped forwards only to stand feet upon feet away from the male who came unto the shores of Valhalla.
A thread of silk
Lightning fears to love for the reason she is tired of losing people… She feels that she is a natural at haunting people and would only fear if she fell in love she would lose that one certain person. It was hard on her when she lost Serah enough. To think someone close to her is gone she could not take it. So it is difficult for Lightning to love.
Lightning is a terrible flirt… And when I say terrible she is terrible. She can’t handle flirting with people, let alone it is hard to make her smile from time to time. She is like a very hard rock, she is smooth for some people… And rough for others.
—“Hmm?” The warrior had a straight look towards those who came towards her in the distance. Some she knew… Some she didn’t. Lightning was still wary to know if they were friend or foe.
Seeing Lightning, the pinkette couldn’t help but to give her a smile, even if they disagreed on some things at times, she always enjoyed the company of her elder sister. Taking a few steps closer to her, she tilted her head. “I was looking for you.”
“Oh did you have something to tell me?” The pastel spoke, when it came to her younger sister she always held a soft smile on the inside. Serah’s presence was radiant and Lightning enjoyed every second of her being around… Hopefully it would remain this way forever.
She took notice to how he looked, crimson must be a color of favor also the pale skin that reflected from him. “Lightning Farron, so what do you usually do around here?”
“Pleased to meet you, Lightning.” His head tilted just lightly, as a black eyebrow lifted in curiosity. “What do I usually do here? Hn, that is a good question which I sadly don’t have an answer to.”
"Well let’s find something to do then, Vincent." She inquired while she placed her palm against her waist glancing over at him concerning. "Do you not get out much?"
“—Someone who is actually alone?…” She slowly stepped up onto the sanded beach her armored boots digging into the ground and lifting up sand with each step she took. The warrior goddess came to a pause as she felt the intensified pressure tap against her chest. With a firm tenseness she took a step back. ‘ow..dammit what the?..’
Such a strange land the captain had found himself in. Sandaled feet stepped upon the beach as he walked along, attempting to find a source of sentient life so that he could properly gauge is position. In the distance he took note of an armor clad female who was approaching him. He decided to test her strength as she approached, and he released a portion of his reiatsu. Upon her entering his vicinity, the noble saw how she reeled back from the pressure that surrounded him. Good, she wouldn’t pose a threat.
“You, tell me where this is.” He asked, well, more of a demand if anything. But regardless, the words were spoken in a calm, cold tone of voice that Byakuya was known for.
She had a rather tense look against the likes of her face now. With caution the woman moved forwards to the males side…— Except she walked passed him looking off from side to side to make sure no chaotic being was around named Caius Ballad. She stood behind the man and spoke softly, “Now is not the place to talk, we must go to Etro’s throne.”
"—If you are willing to come along with me. It isn’t that far away." The woman lifted her palm singly placing it against her chest as the pasted aura came from her chest plate a wild color of red colors swirling from her chest as she then flung her arm outwards. Shifting her far back the traditional blade mechanized in a transporting form while bringing that arm forwards the blade cracked against the orb as it came falling from the sky and outspread a aura field of red sprouting like a rose out came the horse whom was her divine companion. "Odin.." She muffled soft as the horses nuzzle was covered with a steel plate, alone this horse was the most powerful.