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Hmph. Where ever I am, this is not Wutai. (Maybe...Midgar? But everyone says the city is dirty, and it doesn't seem very dirty here...)

...I haven't seen Father or Older Brother around, though, so maybe I'll stay here for a while. It's nicer than hiding up in the mountains.

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Tseng took the ribbon from her, and smiled a little as he saw the engraving on the charms. "I don't know where exactly this place is, but it's comforting to see Leviathan here too." He ran his fingers over the charm briefly, before pulling his hair back and tying the ribbon. It slid a little, but held. "That should hold...thanks."

He hesistated for a moment, uncertain if he should say something about the worried look he had caught on her face. At home, such a question would be invasive, but...this wasn't home, and she seemed so nice and friendly. "...You seem upset about something."

"Leviathan..." she murmured. "I thought that was supposed to be a sea creature..." The unconsciously bit at her thumbnail, staring into the middle distance and tapping the book that swamped her lap.

"Hm?" She focused on him again, and seemed unoffended by his question. "Oh... I'm just worried about this guy... He's been shot and there's a lady on the way, but I don't know if he's going to make it, you know? No one really knows where he is, other than that it looks like a hotel room in an area where there are red neon lights and cars and cigarrette smoke. I've been giving him some basic tips to try and keep him still and calm - like it says in here." She gestured at the lurid photographs scattered amongst paragraphs of text. "But she's taking so long to get there!"

"A great sea dragon, yeah. It's the guardian of Wutai, where I'm from." Sheska's next words shook him out of his introspection, however.

"What happened, do you know? I...can heal, a little. I found a Cure in the bag in my room with these clothes." He rummaged around in the pockets of his oversized pants, and pulled out an orb the size of a large marble, an opaque pale green all the way through. He held it in the open palm of his hand and concentrated on it, brows furrowing a little - the orb glowed a soft green. After a few seconds he released the spell and looked at Sheska again. "I've never used it for anything big, though...mostly just healing scrapes and stuff I get up in the mountains, so Father doesn't know."

She was obviously distracted, and didn't seem to hear his first comment. "I don't really know what happened - he hasn't said." She clicked on a web page tab and brought up the video feed of a young man (http://bellstoll.livejournal.com/1829.html) in a darkened room, lying on his side and covered in blood. Then she comprehended what Tseng had said, and the implications of what he was holding. She stared at the marble, mouth open, and then turned wide eyes to him.

"You can do MAGIC?"

Tseng pulled back a little in surprise atb Sheska's outburst. "What, can't you? Older Brother is better than me at it, but its not hard - we all get taught how to use it as kids."

He leaned in to look at the monitor. "That doesn't sound good...do you know that lady?" Suspicion was evident on his face - he was wary of adults. "I wonder if we should so something ourselves..."

"No I can't do magic! Nobody can do magic! Some people learn to do Alchemy, but I haven't been able to get anyone to teach me. But it involves equivalent trade and diagrams! It's certainly not magic. And nobody can put it in a ball to use later!" Remembering his question, she wrenched herself back to the problem at hand.

"No, I don't know her. I don't know anybody here. But I don't have any money - Mom had all my pocket money. And just looking out the window, I can tell that we would have a hard time walking to a place where he might be."

"I don't make the materia, the Planet does! I just...turn it on, sorta..." Tseng faltered, coming to the realization that he didn't really know how materia worked. He was also coming to an even bigger realization. "...This really isn't home, is it." Shaking his head a little as if to clear his thoughts, he decided it was best to concentrate on the present. "I can show you how to use them later, if you'd like, but I dunno if they'd work the same way for you."

He glanced out the windows and saw that the sun was starting to set - it had taken him longer than he thought to walk over. "...I guess you're right. I hope he's okay..." There was a hint of worry in his voice.

"So magic congeals into little balls inside the earth? Do you mine them, like silver? And you can teach other people how to use them?" She hadn't gotten louder, but more intense. She had unconsciously leaned forward toward him, eyes huge with wonder behind the lenses of her glasses. "You don't have to have a.. a..." She looked frustrated a moment and frowned, tapping the book absently. "An affinity for stuff like that?" She seemed completely unaware that someone her age shouldn't even know what affinity meant, let alone how to use it in a sentence.

The dying sunlight glanced off a few coins on the desk top, catching her eye, and she looked back out the windows to where the sunset was changing the buildings to the fiery oranges and reds of a tropical fruit basket. "Yeah... Me too. I've sorta done all I can for him now... I'll just have to keep an eye on him and see if she gets there ok."

There was a growling noise, something like a small, angry wolverine, and she looked around, startled. There was nothing around. The noise repeated itself, slightly more insistently, and she squeaked, looking embarrassed. "I guess I'm a little hungry..."

Tseng edged away a little, eyes widening slightly in alarm at the intensity of Sheska's curiosity. "...Something like that, I think...?" He was a little out of his intellectual depth now. "I'm better at wushu - hand to hand fighting and stuff - than magic, though."

He could help but grin a little at Sheska's expression when her stomach growled, which quickly turned info an embarrassed look of his own when his stomach made an answering turtle. "...I guess we should make some food.

"Well, maybe you can teach me some about your magic thingie later, then. Food first!" She carefully closed the book, checking that there would be no bent pages, and set the first aid manual on the desk before sliding out of her chair. "C'mon, I'll show you the kitchen. There's all sort of stuff in there."

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