"Yea i guess so. You should ride in the front with either me or Cloud so that you are protected the most when monsters attack." Tifa honked the horn of the truck. "Come on people, it's not like we have all eternity to save the universe."

"And if we rush in unprepared, we'll all be slaughtered." Palom shrugged, sitting up in the back of the red truck and leaning against the side.

"If you know anything about what we might be facing, now would be a good time to tell us!" he called out to Cloud.

"Hey, Just cause I'm able to cast spells doesn't mean I'm not on the front lines doesn't mean I'm not that good in melee. Oh, and just so you know, while I use Runic, avoid casting spells, as my Rune blade will absorb any and all spells used." Celes said, climbing into the cabin. Shifting the sheth around so that she can be able to sit down, she added in "Besides, I hate being babyed, like Jr over there." Celes said the last part with a quick head gesture to Palom.

"Can you all stop these age jokes? I'm eighteen. I could understand this when I was a kid, but now it's just ridiculous." Palom sighed, looking away from the rest of the group...and silently wondering what she meant by 'babied'.

I fought just as hard as the rest of them, dammit... his thoughts reflected his mood, more exasperated than angry.

Vincent hopped onto the back of the Blue truck. If they were pursued by monsters, he could take them out at long range and the black wizard could handle defence for the red truck. He leaned against the side and closed his eyes.

Rydia's strands of green hair were swept up by the wind as the trucks started rolling toward's Midgar. She didn't feel right in this place. Granted, it was an order by Lord Bahamut that brought her here, but she felt like she simply didn't belong. Maybe it was the clothes Cloud and Tifa wore. Rydia wondered if she should find clothes like theirs, too.

"Stop bickering and just hold tigh until we get there." Tifa drove the blue truck over the vast plains. She looked off to her right and saw some monsters running away. [I]This is so weird and dejavou-ish.[I]

OOC: And now, some backstory and character depth!

IC: Palom looked out over the ruins once more, wondering why he had ever agreed to this in the first place.

'Everyone else here is a hero, destined from birth to save the world...I guess that explains why I'm so disliked. Knowing they see me as just a worthless kid, an inferior, hurts more than their sarcasm ever could...

What do I owe them, anyway? Cecil left me as a statue because his task was more important, Rydia was hand-picked by Bahamut for some great task when she was only a little kid...and we used to be almost the same age. She wasn't talked down to or joked about because of her youth! Of course, it IS too much to ask for one of my friends to stick up for me...why waste their precious time on an undestined mage?' Palom shook his head, trying to brush the dark thoughts from his mind.

His thoughts stretched back to the celebration after Zeromus was defeated, and Cecil crowned King of Baron. Everyone had seemed so happy, even himself, excited at the salvation of their world...or, almost everyone.

'Despite having atoned for his sins, I don't think they ever really accepted Kain. He knew it, too. I think I understand some of how he felt, now.' Of course, Kain had also been dealing with the fact that the woman he loved was happily married to his best friend. Kain had seemed glad of their success, according to Palom's memories, but at the same time deeply sad. Not participating in the festivities, the Dragoon had kept to himself, and no one had questioned it.

'Perhaps darkness lies in my future, too...Funny, I never would have thought of something like that when I was younger. I felt so much wiser back then, everything seemed to make sense! Now, I'm an unwanted scapegoat on the back of some incomprehensible machine, with no friends, no family, no respect, and no idea where I'm going.'

OOC: how many posts is allowed?
DB: Seems like Palom has missunderstood a whole lot.