1st Crystal

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[Oerba, Vanille's dear home town. What would have happened if she and Fang never became l'Cie? Well she can very well experience it now. There she was, just a normal girl from Gran Pulse. Though tougher than the average human girl which came from living around many large beasts, she was sans powers, abilities, summons, and tattoos.

She sits upon a concrete railing and looks outwards at the mountainous scenery, smiling wistfully and swinging her legs delicately. There are Oerbian people walking around, bustling, laughing, and being a large family with each other.

A little robot comes rolling up to Vanille, making a little noise. The girl looks down at it]

Bhakti!

[She looks over at it and pulls it up with her on the concrete ledge.]

Here to give me some company?

[She giggles, but she knows this isn't her place. She knows this isn't her reality. She knows she's curled up next to Fang in a crystal stasis, dreaming forever with her friends all right and saved and she's all right with that.]

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Naruto, however, was bitch cold up in the mountains.

The blond made his way up, up to the mountain face, his cloak fluttering about him in the breeze. It was there to combat the cold. That's when he noticed the city, and the tall, tall staircase that led up to the top. Naruto looked around with wide eyes at the shimmering, mainly metallic city. The boy headed up the concrete stairs, looking around.

...Where was he?

But, at the very top, he saw a figure.

Now, Naruto knew it was a place he had never seen before, but at the moment, he wasn't sure if he was awake, or dreaming. But he was moving, and everything was so.... real. Too real, almost. But, the shock of brightly colored pigtails had caught his attention.

"...Hello?" Naruto called up to what he assumed was a girl. At the moment, she was still decently far enough away that he couldn't make out any of her features. He continued up the stairs.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

[ The Doctor was walking the streets, stopping occasionally, dusting at benches or street lamps or walls. Whatever he could find. Generally exploring the area. He didn't quite recognize it, but that was usually how dreams went. Especially when one didn't know they were dreaming. ]

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I bet he's missed you, yeah?