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Post by Oerba Dia Vanille on Jan 19, 2013 3:52:07 GMT -5
[/color][/i] Vanille thought as she straightened herself out quickly. After gaining her composure Vanille put a finger to her cheek and held her arm with her other hand. The famous Academy was before her and one person she knew was here was Hope. The pig tailed L'Cie cocked her head to the side to match the shift with her hips, Hope had done a good job from the looks of everything. No longer the little frightened boy she had slapped sense into. I wonder what you look like now. Since she had woken up from being crystallized, Vanille wanted to see the outside once more and use her legs again. Anticipation of seeing Fang again brought a burst of excitement into the pit of her stomach. We did it, Fang! Even though it didn't last, they were still able to save many lives the day the two became Ragnarok. The focus that Vanille had been running from for such a long time...and lied about. Just push forward. Vanille smiled happily at the memory of Hope talking to her about her lies and reasoning. With a bit hop, Vanille jogged back into the Academy and let her arms move a bit with each step. The central desk was close and she could be easily be directed to Hope's office, at least she hoped so. There was also the possibility of him not being there. He was the Director and busy. Brushing off a few of these thoughts Vanille looked at the secretary and asked where Hope Estheim's office was. The secretary pointed her in the right direction and went back to what she was doing. "Thanks." Vanille said with a nod. She immediately then turned around and starter her quick paced walk to her destination. So many questions and whoa, how old is Hope now? Hmmm. With each excited clunk of her boot against the floor, Vanille felt a tug as if to hurry to see her old friend. Before she knew it there was the door to the office. Vanille ruffled her two pigtails a bit and nodded while opening the door. "Helloo, Mister Directer Hope."[/ul] |
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Post by Hope Estheim on Jan 20, 2013 14:26:05 GMT -5
lights will guide you home  and ignite your bones TAG: Vanille! Words: 631
ONE LAST THING: MUSES.
Hope could not have been gladder to be able to simply sit in his office for the better part of a day or two and try to catch up on all of his paperwork. And before the recent disasters, what with the chaos being unleashed and PSICOM separating from the Academy and Bhunivelze basically being turned into a military installation, he would have done anything to get away from his office and his paperwork. He stared at pages in front of him on his desk, thinking it ridiculous that he would need to go through so much red tape even now with an emergency going on. At least if he was in the mood to do paperwork and enjoy the quiet of his office and his view of the city, let them give him something worthwhile. The one he lifted disinterestedly before his eyes was a water report, of all things, since water clearly was a problem on Gran Pulse, where nearly every portion of the planet’s surface had some body of water or other coursing through it. In spite of himself, Hope sighed loudly, dropping the paper back down and reaching for a pen to sign off on the accuracy of the report once he’d read it.
”Director Estheim?” Hope almost mechanically reached forward to answer the reception desk. ”I’m here.” Having learned to multitask perhaps too well over the years, he held the paper before his face and read it while listening to the receptionist. ”I took the liberty of directing Oerba Dia Vanille to your office. She’s on her way there now.” Hearing Vanille’s name broke him out of his train of thought in attempting to read the water report, and he brought his eyes up to regard the far end of the room. Hope had been out in the field when Vanille had been cleared as recovered from her crystalstasis, and it had bothered him that he hadn’t managed to go and visit her just yet…though he wasn’t exactly sure where she had been if she hadn’t gone to Fang immediately. ”That’s great, thank you. Could you hold my calls for a while?” With an answer to the affirmative, Hope leaned back contentedly in his chair and shoved his papers aside.
The one genuinely good part of the chaos’ spread was the return of Fang, Light, and Vanille to the world of the living. It had been one bit of personal good news after another even as things started to break down publicly, pulling Hope away from any chance to really settle down with any one of them and hold a conversation that lasted more than five or ten minutes. Fang had nearly bashed a machine into his face when she’d awoken from crystalstasis. Lightning had been exhausted at the time he’d spoken to her, and he’d also been in the field with the company of soldiers and researchers at the time. Now, though, he wasn’t in the middle of anything in particular, and being able to catch up with Vanille again, just the two of them, after thirteen years…it seemed like something out there was trying to send him a little blessing for a change.
He knew he heard footsteps outside his door – in fact, he’d learned to recognize which footsteps belonged to which approaching individual – and pushed away from his desk just in time to hear the footsteps stop and a lightly accented voice reach his ears. Anticipation, somewhat boyish in its nature, as he’d last known her in his boyhood, carried him briskly towards the door to swing it open. He did so, a wide smile on his face to greet his friend. ”As I remember it, that’s Hope to you, ma’am,” he told her, lightly, stepping forward to meet her with a hug.
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Post by Oerba Dia Vanille on Jan 23, 2013 0:54:06 GMT -5
[/i] to you, Hope."[/color] Vanille spoke with a soft and quick giggle. She then pulled back and put her finger to her chin while eyeing Hope. "Hm." The pig tailed L'Cie began a circle around Hope while still eyeing him. "Just how old are you now? Last time I saw you, you were," Vanille paused and put a hand over her chest, in a way to measure how tall Hope had been. "this tall." Where was Fang though, she knew that right after talking to Hope that she would venture out to find her. How long were they crystallized? Academia had reminded her of Cocoon and Pulse didn't have a city like Academia, well it used to be like that. The city must have taken many years to build, something like this doesn't happen over night or a few years. "How long was I a crystal?" Not like it would be any problem of time, she was just wondering how long she had been dreaming. Fang and her had slept for five hundred years before. What was another five hundred years. Has Gran Pulse changed like this place? Vanille looked down for a moment and wondered her home had changed as well. As dazzling as Academia was she was not sure what to think about Pulse turning into a second Cocoon. Mix of emotions surged through every fiber of her at this thought. Sure Cocoon was beautiful and a wonderful place, but this was Gran Pulse..completely two different places. What did Fang think about it? "Do you know where Fang is?" Vanille asked while walking to the chair behind the desk and plopping down in it. While seeing her dear friend Fang would mean the world to Vanille, she was really enjoying this reunion with Hope. Felt nice to have the rare moments of being alone with him. Even if sometimes it ends with confusion. I like this chair. She then leaned forward and tapped two fingers on the desk before her. First time she had ever been behind a desk of someone with high standing. [/ul] OOC: Sorry for the lateness and shortness. |
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Post by Hope Estheim on Feb 10, 2013 8:22:45 GMT -5
lights will guide you home and ignite your bones TAG: Vanille! Words: 755
ONE LAST THING: He made a horrible mistake letting her know it could spin, didn't he?
After all this time of having to be responsible as a director of the Academy, and having no real reason or excuse to smile or hug much of anyone, it was good for Hope to be able to simply break out of the mold of the Academy researcher and exchange a few chuckles with someone. The embrace made the situation even better, and Hope found himself giving Vanille a few extra pats on the back of the head – she was so short now…or, well, he was so tall – before he finally let her go and answered her. ”I don’t think you’ll have to tell me twice,” he told her, brightly, giving a quick glance to check her over as the concerned medic in him, always concerned about his fellow l’Cie from years past, decided to take over. She seemed fine, as she had when she first awoke. That Vanille was completely healthy and herself again was another reason for him to nearly explode into some sort of boyish happiness.
Returning his gaze to her face, he noticed her studying him, too, and shifted slightly under the scrutiny, especially once she started circling him of all things. He supposed that Vanille’s unashamed interactions with other people were one very obvious way that she and Fang were similar, though Fang had a much more…non-innocent way of showing it. Hope waited until Vanille asked her question, and once she did he let his hands wring a few times before answering. It felt so strange to know that now, outside of Sazh, Hope was the oldest out of all of them. ”And you were this tall,” Hope told her, holding a hand just above his head that he lowered down to meet her current height again as a very temporary way to delay telling her how old he was. He finally relented, though, and looked to the short expanse of floor between them. ”I’m… twenty-seven.” Hope had known there had always been some age difference between them – Vanille was five years older when they were l’Cie – but he’d always felt that Vanille was the one he could most appreciate and level with during their travels. Had the time ruined that kind of companionship? He couldn’t be really sure yet.
It seemed that Vanille was full of question that he didn’t quite want to answer, but questions that he knew she deserved the right to ask. Fang had taken the revelation about their time in crystalstasis, so he assumed Vanille would also be able to manage the revelation. He was simply glad that none of the doctors who had been watching over her had slapped her in the face with the numbers as of yet. ”The two of you were gone for four hundred years,” he began to explain, as he had explained it to Fang. ”We all used a time machine to take us to this time, because, as you may have found out, Cocoon fell. Sazh freed you both before it happened.” Hopefully, bringing up Sazh would help ease Vanille’s mind a little more, too. Still, he watched her sheepishly to gauge her reaction to the revelation, ready to provide another hug if it seemed to be needed. At least trying to comfort Vanille was easier than comforting Fang – one did not simply hug Fang out of the blue.
Hope watched Vanille’s gaze flee to the floor, wondering if it was his words that might be bothering her or something else, before she asked a question he had expected a bit more, assuming she and Fang hadn’t yet found one another. Once Vanille had taken his chair, making him produce a slight smile again, he answered her and walked over to perch on the corner of his desk and toy with a little figurine that was placed there. ”The two of you may have just missed each other. While you were getting over the fatigue from crystalstasis, Fang woke up and…well, you know how Fang is about anything that makes her think about Cocoon too much. She had to break out for a while. I know Rygdea ran into her…yesterday, out…throwing some policemen around.” Despite how serious it was to have Fang attacking policemen, he couldn’t help but laugh a bit before his gaze settled on Vanille again.
”You know, the chair spins if you hit a latch on the bottom of it.” Hopping off the desk, he approached and crouched down to the side of the chair, hitting the latch so that the chair jerked a bit.
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