Samples (ALL samples must be set in Luceti-verse.)
First Person:
Y'know, after everything I've been through, I didn't expect to have wings of all things. Not that it's a completely bad thing, but still surprising. It kind of sucks that you can't do anything with them, though. It'd be cool to fly, don't you think?
[He rubs the back of his head and smiles a little.] Or maybe it's just me thinking too much. I know, I know, it's a surprising thing to think about me thinking. At least, for some people. [He's thinking about you, Steiner.] Too bad he's not here, he'd have a fit about having wings too. Maybe he'll come, one day. He's just a slowpoke, but I already knew that. Until then, I'm going to enjoy the people I do have here with me!
Third Person:
His first thought is that his reunion with Dagger had been cut a little too short. He could’ve used more time with her before being whisked away in another place, but that wasn’t going to be what he focused on right now. Now? He was going to focus on what was going on.
So Zidane gets off the ground, rubbing his hands against his pants—pants? Those weren’t the ones he was wearing before. Where were his clothes?
…Maybe he should do a quick check.
Hair? Check. Clothes…not on him, but at least he was clothed. So that was an almost-check. It’d be nice to know what had happened there, it’s not like he had been in the bars or anything. (Right?) Anyway. He shakes his head to get rid of those thoughts, and continues on. When he’s done with that, he turns around—
--And promptly sees the wings.
“Whoa!” He jumps, stumbling over a nearby root. But before he falls, he grabs onto the tree beside him and steadies himself. Okay, oops. He hadn’t meant to have that sort of reaction, but wings? Really? Definitely not expecting that.
Addition of wings, but he still had his tail. Okay, everything but his clothes and his daggers were accounted for. To be honest, Zidane wasn’t all that thrilled about missing his daggers, but maybe he’d be able to find something somewhere else. For now, though, he was going to have to be careful. This place didn’t look like somewhere he’d been on Gaia, just from his vague glances around the area.
“Okay. First, find out where I am. Next…see if the others are here.” He rubs the back of his head and sighs, before starting off. “I’m not getting anywhere just standing here.”
Zidane Tribal | Final Fantasy IX | 4/4
First Person:
[He rubs the back of his head and smiles a little.] Or maybe it's just me thinking too much. I know, I know, it's a surprising thing to think about me thinking. At least, for some people. [He's thinking about you, Steiner.] Too bad he's not here, he'd have a fit about having wings too. Maybe he'll come, one day. He's just a slowpoke, but I already knew that. Until then, I'm going to enjoy the people I do have here with me!
Third Person:
So Zidane gets off the ground, rubbing his hands against his pants—pants? Those weren’t the ones he was wearing before. Where were his clothes?
…Maybe he should do a quick check.
Hair? Check. Clothes…not on him, but at least he was clothed. So that was an almost-check. It’d be nice to know what had happened there, it’s not like he had been in the bars or anything. (Right?) Anyway. He shakes his head to get rid of those thoughts, and continues on. When he’s done with that, he turns around—
--And promptly sees the wings.
“Whoa!” He jumps, stumbling over a nearby root. But before he falls, he grabs onto the tree beside him and steadies himself. Okay, oops. He hadn’t meant to have that sort of reaction, but wings? Really? Definitely not expecting that.
Addition of wings, but he still had his tail. Okay, everything but his clothes and his daggers were accounted for. To be honest, Zidane wasn’t all that thrilled about missing his daggers, but maybe he’d be able to find something somewhere else. For now, though, he was going to have to be careful. This place didn’t look like somewhere he’d been on Gaia, just from his vague glances around the area.
“Okay. First, find out where I am. Next…see if the others are here.” He rubs the back of his head and sighs, before starting off. “I’m not getting anywhere just standing here.”
This would be interesting, to say the least.