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[sub][color=758186]LIAM “SPITFIRE” OGATA[/color]   [color=cecece]—[/color]   [color=758186]ROSESTAR[/color]   [color=cecece]—[/color]   [color=758186]07:30 AM[/color]   [color=cecece]—[/color] [@Martian][/sub][hr][color=8d8e8f]Liam had just gotten off the ferry from Bonevale, the trip across the Sauraine leaving him feeling ill. In all of his twenty-three years, Liam had never been able to go on a boat without falling ill, never gaining his sea legs. This was odd to Liam as he had never had trouble with flying, which was less of a natural thing then traveling by water. But regardless of the reasons, Liam felt like he was going to hurl as he walked down the docks into town.

Luckily for the young man, he found a pharmacy just off the boardwalk. Liam immediately headed in, buying a bottle of anti-nauseant pills and a large bottle of water. Taking a seat on a bench on the boardwalk, Liam quickly downed two pills, washing them down with a generous gulping of water. He then waited on the bench, hoping the pills would kick in.

After about a half-hour of just sitting attempting to regulate his breathing, Liam finally felt well enough to stand up. Checking the time on his phone, Liam saw that he still had two hours before his next leg of the journey. From downtown Rosestar, Liam was supposed to take the bullet train due south down to just past Embergate. From there he would catch a bus down to the UDF Cetra East Command.

The whole idea of going to this base and becoming a part of the Special Warfare and Reconnaissance Group, was still kind of shocking to Liam. He had assumed that his contributions to the war against the Legion would be purely mechanical, repairing the machines of war. But then again fate had chosen him as an Aeon, gifting him these magic powers.

So Liam kind of saw it as his duty to use his powers as part of the UDF. The truth was that Liam thought that everyone should contribute in their own way. Liam didn’t have a problem with any of the UDF propaganda posters that lined the walls of the shops of the port, with more recruitment posters adorning Rosestar than there was reelection ads for the town mayor.

But Liam’s mind was taken off the UDF by the grumbling of his stomach. The ferry had left so early in the morning that Liam hadn’t had a chance to get breakfast. Figuring that he should grab a bite before heading to the bullet train. Fortunately the boardwalk was riddled with restaurants, of many different cultures.

Deciding to follow his nose, Liam headed to whatever smelt the best. This would lead him to a small Nihon shack. Liam had grown up on Nihon food, so he knew what good Nihon grub smelt like, and this small building was giving off delicious scents. Heading into the tiny restaurant, Liam greeted the owner in Nihon.

“I’ll take the Loukae soup,” said Liam.

While most people would not start their day with a savory and sour soup, Liam didn’t care. Good food was good food. After a couple minutes, the chef plopped a big bowl of soup in front of Liam. The scent of the oilbird, nuts, and root vegetables filled Liam’s nose.

Thanking the chef in Nihon, Liam immediately dived in to the Loukae soup. He was enveloped in a familiar taste, reminding him of growing up with his grandmother’s cooking. Finishing it faster than he probably should have, Liam placed some cash on the counter, giving quite a generous tip.

With his stomach satiated, Liam walked over to the edge of the boardwalk and to a bus terminal. Standing there was a pair of UDF soldiers, checking IDs before anyone could board the bus. Much as he had for the ferry, Liam showed the soldiers his UDF credentials and got on the bus. The ride would be uneventful as Liam enjoyed the local architecture.

The bus took Liam directly to the train station, where again he had to confirm who he was to UDF soldiers. Walking up onto the platform, Liam saw on his phone that he still had a little bit of time before the train arrived. So he bought a soda from a vending machine on the platform, and took a seat.

From behind him, Liam could hear the two soldiers who had asked for ID, were now talking about him. This wasn’t a new occurrence, as most members of the UDF seemed to react this way when they learned that he was an Aeon. Even though they were on the front line of the war, a good chunk of the public distrusted Aeons and their use of spirits.

But Liam ignored them. He was doing his best and that was all he could do. Even if he wasn’t lauded as a hero, Liam still believed that he was doing a good thing. So he just sat on the bench, taking a drink of the soda.

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L O R E

- Loukae soup is a traditional Nihon dish. Made of oilbird meat, sweet nuts, and thick root vegetables, it is sweet, sour, and savory at the same time. In Nihon it is both traditional street food and a hearty meal at home.
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