[Open] To Lose Time

[bearshermark]

Who: Eleven + Anyone!
What: Settling In Catch-all
Where: Various
When: First few days/first week
Warnings: Possible spoilers for Act 2 leading into 3



1. Classes

Despite the urging to take up Draconic Knowledge, Eleven ultimately resumed his previous class schedule without change. And so, dressed in the deep blue robes of Eiather house, he attempted to settle back into the monotony of classwork.

"I recall some of this," he mused quietly, in the lull of instruction when they were meant to be working. Eleven himself wasn't terribly focused, writing sporadic and distracted. "But those memories are vague.."


2. Dragonfire Library

Given a need for somewhere to read and write quietly, Eleven found himself swiftly seeking out a library. While memory served to remind him that the Temple had one, it wasn't until he purused some of the more esoteric tomes of this library that he recalled why he'd had a preference for Raida's. Still.. the information he was looking for likely wasn't all that common.

Various books with titles featuring the word or concept of 'time' made up a small pile on the desk as he flipped through them, brows drawing increasingly closer together.

He set one down with a frown and a quiet admission.

"..Maybe these aren't going to be helpful."


3. Temple of Raida

He'd stood outside for longer than he should, at this point. His golden hawk familiar bristled on his shoulder, catching the light, then shifted to turn its head and preen. Eleven reached up and brushed his finger down the soft breast feathers.

"I should, shouldn't I? You're here, after all. I think that means something."


4. Wildcard

[ooc: feel free to make something else up if these prompts don't work for you! I'm happy to roll with most anything. prose/action is fine.

Also happy to accept TDM threads as canon if you'd like]

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2 - LIBRARY TIME

[treno_nobleman]

It would be easy enough to find Kuja in a library, sorting through this or that, looking for tomes that could tell him more of this world and its history and whatever caught his fancy. But today, he has a reason for being here, and a curriculum to develop. His own experience in the multiverse was expansive on its own, not entirely due to his own curiosity, but experience by itself won't a class make.

And so he has taken to the library's shelves, because he can and because he needs to. For all of his browsing, only two books adorn his arm. Two to start with, and who knows however many more. Ready to dive in, Kuja turns from the stacks to settle in for a few hours' of research, and just as he does so, he spots a familiar figure already occupying one of the seats not far from him.

A moment's thought, and he recognizes the boy. He almost thinks to leave Eleven to his studies, since he seems quite involved, but he doesn't miss what was said. His feet turn course.

"If I might ask, helpful for what?"

[bearshermark]

Eleven glanced up, then again as belated recognition flooded through him. A dance, alongside an undercurrent of curiosity.

"I know you," he said, the man's question forgotten in place of an attempt to recall his name. "From the dance when I was here, before."

[treno_nobleman]

So they both still retained their memories. How convenient for them, to not have to go back through the trouble of a reintroduction and the usual greeting pleasantries. Kuja hummed his agreement, offering a light nod to go with it.

"Yes, the ball. Quite an elegant affair, if I remember it right. And I do believe you did quite well during our time together then." If that was a touch of amusement, he won't offer it up. He'd had a few dances that evening, all of them enjoyable, though only two had approached him that night. Eleven had been one of them.

"I do hope they hold another in time, but let's not get our hopes up. This world is still picking itself up these days."

[bearshermark]

Eleven glanced off, color dusting his face. He'd felt more of a graceless idiot just managing not to embarrass himself too badly, but it was nice of the man to say.

"I'd heard something about the Three Dragon War," he acknowledged. "Is that what you mean?"

[treno_nobleman]

Embarrassed though the boy seemed to be, Kuja lets him have his moment to sort himself out as he will. The experience hadn't been so bad for him, so he didn't quite understand the humiliation, but he supposed maybe Eleven was only conscientious of his dancing and left it at that. If Eleven wanted to speak of it, Kuja thought he could give the boy pointers, but he wouldn't press.

He nodded with a light bow of his head. "That, among other things." He lifted a hand between them. "Here we are again, as before. This world takes nothing and no one for no reason. We are needed again. Do you find that curious as I do?"

[bearshermark]

Eleven tipped his head.

"I don't think I accomplished much of anything the first time I was here," he demurred, glancing down at the desk. "I'd thought I was sent here by the Goddess of my world so I could return to Erdrea once recovered- and perhaps I was. This time, I wonder if it wasn't a mistake of shattering Time itself that brought me here."

[treno_nobleman]

He regarded the boy with quiet curiosity, wondering over the circumstances Eleven related. His own exit and reentry into this world hadn't been nearly so elaborate, and he hummed, giving it thought.

"I could hardly say. I knew we were to be sent away, back home, but I have no recollection of Gaia at all between my departure and return. It was as though I walked out, only to walk right back in again, with nothing to show for it but a vague sense that some amount of time had passed."

He shook his head, turning his gaze away to consider it. What did that say about anything? Did it mean something had happened to Eleven during his absence? Were his own memories removed again? He would have to look into it later.