~Pyremius Gerra - Aboard the Ardent Sun~
Following Sol up the ramp after Damien, he curiously watched the strange creature, which Sol introduced as MontBlanc, with interest. Sol didn't finish his sentence, but he could already guess he was meaning the pompom seeing as how Sol looked at it for a moment.
It was pretty obvious Montblanc was irritated, so he took up on Sol motioning him to move on without much hesitation. Sol told to not mind Montblanc's irritableness, and mentioned 'Moogles'. "Well, I honestly wouldn't know, it's the first time I have seen a Moogle up close." and nodded with a "Thank you." when Sol pointed where his room was.
Entering the bridge, Pyre was a little thrown off by the chorus of "Aye's", but bowed to the crew when everyone was being introduced. Seeing Sol turn to two crewmembers that he hadn't introduced yet, he started listening with quite some interest. A few sentences in the 'conversation' however, he realized it had already become a 'shifting the blame competition', and noticing Sol's reaction, he knew he wasn't the only one thinking that.
Taking a step out of the way so Vesper could pass more easily, Sol had asked if he'd ever been on a ship before. Pyre nervously answered: "Well, I have sailed a few times with my father, but that is already quite some time ago, and it doesn't even compare to this ship..."
Quickly sitting down and fastening his seatbelt after Sol's warning, he looked at Shao's screen and then outside, seeing the front of a huge, dark ship, with wave after wave of heartless coming from it. Listening to the rapid conversation between the crew and their captain, followed by a shock and Sol yelling to grab something, he grabbed onto the chair he was on while bracing for impact.
Waking up after the crash, with his vision blurry for a few moments, he snapped off his seatbelt and fell out of his chair, right onto the floor. After his vision settled, he looked at Damien to see if he was alright, after which he looked around to see most of the crew already left their chairs. He got up, and stumbled a bit before running out of the bridge to find the crew treating a heavily wounded Silva.
~ Deserted Island~
After helping with starting a fire, he went over to Damien, and sat down on a toppled tree near him while asking "How're you holding up?".
Sol then walked over, and gave a situation and damage report, also saying he thought they were at the right world. "Well, if we're on the right world, we won't leave until Damien, if I remember Merlin's worlds correctly, sealed the world's heart, right? So at least we won't have to face that horde up there for now..."
He then looked around and said: "I'm going to give them a hand, if you don't mind." as he gave a nod to the crewmembers tasked with making a shelter while getting up.
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- If you don't give a crap, go out and find a reason to.
- Life is as good as your current state permits you to enjoy it.
- To block out the world, I put headphones on, so I don't have to listen, to anyone.