((Logged 3/27/01 by Dirah))
The rumble of one of the Kislevi jeeps is heard long before it is seen, the driver less than concerned with stealth now that they were behind friendly lines. The outskirts between the main camp of the town and the front lines were still calm enough that one could almost believe that there was no war going on quietly in the background at all. Ceren pushes his hair out of his eyes as he drives and continues the lazy circle around the camp in search of the missing two members of the team. Of course he is the one who is driving. Dirah is more of the passenger type when it comes to mundane military vehicles.
Stealth -and- poor fashion sense go out the window when one is cheerfully on friendly grounds. And its remarkable just how -quickly- Dirah could manage such. Rather enjoying having sight out of both eyes once more, and with her jacket folded over her lap, she almost seems.. Partially in better spirits just to be away from the desert itself, and in a state more a partial, thought clung state than actually one paying attention to finding a the few very important people in the camp.
The jeep finally stops as they reach the metal hulk outside the city. The soldier at the wheel turns his head, "Miss Marabat should be waiting for you," he says. Sure enough, there she was, though in much more casual wear. She wears a rather excited smile on her face, despite her obvious calmness.
Cerencia cannot help but offer a smile herself past the sternness in her features as she... he... whoever sees Tifa. Ah, gender. Next! "Young Master," Cerencia notes, the title translating itself as any number of honorifics. Such was the fate of the serving class--let it be, with Ceren and his habits. He climbs out of the jeep and shoulders a light pack of general notes and supplies, waiting to give Dirah a hand down from the vehicle. "Are you all right? We were both quite worried. You were not followed by that atrocious pirate, were you?"
Dirah blinks mildly as the jeep comes to a stop, looking almost confused to be drawn such from her thoughts and to the edges of Lahan. But, having very few deep thoughts to distract her, quickly turns to a grin that, for all she sounds in word, looks more relieved than she intended, "Tifa..!" Formality? Err.. No. Not when, for the moment, Dirah seems to be taking an unschedule vacation from posing as a man, "Glad to see you're all right. But you really should have left a note or a message or a sign or -something-.. We hadn't the faintest clue whether you were still in Aveh or not." And Dirah hops down off the vehicle with minimal help, and adds, almost as a more formal afterthought, "But, even taking those situations, you seem to be in good enough spirits, Young Master."
Tifa nods, "Well, having finally been able to freshen up and such helps," she says. "I am glad the both of you are alright. I have been worried since I came back...," she looks down, "...but on a better note: you wont believe what Liete has given us, though," she stands aside, and points at the metal giant before them. "...That, is ours," she smiles. "...Liete calls it the "Jyakki no kenshin Yggdrasil-but I feel a less extreme name would be the dark Yggdrasil..."
"The..." Right. Cerencia gives a nod to the entire thing--who was he to make a decision one way or the other about such things, really? That was up to Tifa and Dirah. And Cerencia is not entirely surprised by the fact of the replacement Yggdrasil--what else had he been writing down notes and schematics for the last few months and in Bledavik--but he blinks a few times at the sheer -immensity- of the entire thing. And, as she is stricken into silence... the only thing he can possibly reply dumbly is, "...that is going to take -forever- to get clean."
"The wha-...?" Dirah barely gets out a stutter over what an overblown name that is before she pauses to actually glance up at the thing. And leave it to that moment for her to -stare-, those once-dark eyes wide in absolute surprise. "Goodness... That is..." A pause drives out before Dirah seems to remember that she was midsentence, as she folds the jacket over an arm and finally finds the strength to finish, "That's -ours-? Its... -Impressive-."
Tifa nods slowly, "...Yes, it is, and it will..," she then takes a moment to rub her bracer. "...this is our chance to prove ourselves to them, now," she says, looking up. "...though...," she looks around for a moment, and the smile soon leaves her face. "...where's Daniel?"
Cerencia shakes his head immedietly, snapped out of whatever horror-ridden thoughts have gripped him at the viewing of the immense submarine. "We thought he was with you, Young Master." A stern frown crosses his face. "We saw no sign of him in Bledavik, and had to leave before we had a chance to hear if anyone had been caught. However," and here Ceren pauses in a bit of rational hope, "considering that no one in particular saw his real face too well--with luck--then he should not be in as much danger as the rest of us." With luck.
Dirah frowns mildly in responce to such, finally dropping her gaze, at least mostly, from the so-called dark Yggdrasil, "You haven't seen him, either?" And she falls to a deeper frown, allowing Cerencia to talk, nodding mildly as she explains the most of it, "We didn't have time to check.. All things considered, though, he's safer than all of us. He has the option of falling out of costume fairly easily- I doubt that they have a good enough idea of what he looks like to follow him." A sigh, as Dirah lets her gaze rise once more to the massive machine, appraising it while she speaks, "Which, I suppose, gives us no real option other than to hope that he just has the good sense to manage to get back here..."