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| - | This is a long one, gonna take a bit folks <3 | + | ====== Aeshma - 07/24/20 ====== |
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| + | ||A strange but rhythmic pulse seemed to be ticking at a near constant rate in Central Thanalan at the Sil' | ||
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| + | Blue didn't traverse to Thanalan too often but she figured it would be quite nice to make the weekly trip to the Gates of Nald for the Grindstone by foot and a moon ahead of the appointed time. She also wanted a bit of time to explore, having not spent any large amount of time outside of the city-state of Ul'dah itself. She'd been running unhindered on chocobo feet, but the sudden pulsing under her talons left the shapeshifter confused. Was something happening over at that site in the distance? | ||
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| + | The Au Ri woman appeared over the edge of the site, staring down at the strange orbs with ready curiousity. She spies...was that...Eligor?" | ||
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| + | Novine was spending her time out in Southern Thanalan again, relaxing in the sun and sands of the Sagoli desert. A brand-new lyre was in her possession so she retreated to her favorite barren landscape to fill the dunes with her song. Rather pleasant music sounded from her, but her high, clear, bell-like voice was cut off suddenly as she felt a disturbance in the aether around her. The feeling was alarming and jarring, and it was clear who it belonged to. Her head turned toward it, the strong pulsing sensation a metronome she did not ask for. Without hesitation, she started running, disappearing into the aether as she did. | ||
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| + | When at last she materializes at the aetheryte, she immediately rockets into motion, the Lalafell moving swiftly from Black Brush Station and tearing south west as fast as she could carry herself. She reaches the top of the cliff and sees her Father swirling in the middle of it all. Narrowing her eyes, having a feeling this would be a lot like the last time something like this occurred, she activates the ring on her finger and her black armor envelops her, visor covering expressive, almost pained eyes. | ||
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| + | "Think I'll stop by the Coffer before I head back today, I'd love a drink." | ||
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| + | Upon reaching the bridge at the Wash though, she felt uneasy, hearing some sort of noise, she figured it must have been coming from down river. She looked at the road ahead, still thinking about that drink for a moment, before jumping over the bridge railings and into the river below, moving a few fulms forward she could clearly see something was going on, but out of distance enough to be able to discern it. Normally in this situation she'd have the likes of Eorzea' | ||
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| + | "What the F-" She looks at the scene, part of her in awe, part of her fear. | ||
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| + | ||It was indeed Eligor at the center of the great mess, but something was obviously different besides the nightmarish scenery. Cracks seemed to be forming in his flesh like gashes, and he himself seemed almost like a badly sewn together puppet ready to burst at the seams.|| | ||
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| + | ||Quite suddenly and without warning, his sleeping form was gone, instead replaced by a guiding hand on the side of Blue's mask. He was floating at her side now, and despite his eyes being open, there was no pupil to be seen, only glowing bright lava-lamps burning down towards her.|| | ||
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| + | "What indeed, what indeed? Have you come to take it as well?" | ||
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| + | Blue observes the red-haired lala perhaps a little too carefully and way too curious for her own good. There he is alright, cracking like some ceramic doll. Was this the same Eligor she'd seen at the tea room with Vinalo only days before? | ||
| + | The female slowly takes one step back away from the site, if only to jolt suddenly at the hand at her mask, bi-colored eyes staring at the embers-within-sockets. " | ||
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| + | He turns his head to observe the hand that was slapped away, seemingly stunned by the action for a moment. | ||
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| + | "Why do you slink away? Why do you not revel before glory?" | ||
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| + | He exhales a large cloud of smoke that circles around his head, lighting crackles through it, appearing to be a miniature storm of sorts. | ||
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| + | Novine moves closer to the pair, her step infused with purpose, the Lalafell clearly agitated. She makes to step in front of Blue and look up at her father' | ||
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| + | He turns and widens his arms, waving to the blood canvas still spreading even now into an ever more sinister painting. | ||
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| + | He clutched at the sides of his head now, twitching from side to side at incredible speed, leaving small afterimages as he continued. | ||
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| + | Novine shrugs. "Just 'cause things are old doesn' | ||
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| + | "What useless eyes." | ||
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| + | Blue takes note of Novine in her line of vision, recognition in her features- hidden behind her mask at least. Seeming, at least, to be somewhat spurred by the fearlessness of Novine, the Au Ri answers slowly, "Glory seems to be a bit too strong of a word for..whatever this is.". She takes a breath - wouldn' | ||
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| + | "I like the version of you that just sits in the corner like a coward better, y' | ||
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| + | He suddenly stops his twitching, the smoke billowing from his mouth now suddenly shifting into a dark red hue. | ||
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| + | Slowly, frost begins to envelop the blood, freezing it into place until it is solid. The blood had loosely formed into a shelter of sorts, appearing almost like the inner part of some grander room. The blood had reformed the skeletons of pillars and some sparse furniture, but was brittle and seemed only to remain held in place by whatever strange magic was being performed. | ||
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| + | Novine eyes the creature with suspicion, crossing her arms in a display of ambivalence as she speaks. "So in your whole grand scheme of the world, how're you gonna put out the fire then? Your definition of ' | ||
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| + | The air around Novine seems to bend in on itself, followed by sudden and abrupt correction, like a tense rope suddenly being freed of a great weight. The ground beneath her began to crack and groan as a great force beared down on top of her. | ||
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| + | Novine struggles against the pressure, trying to stand her ground as long as she can, an impressive amount of time as she stares stubbornly up at him before her knees buckle and she is brought low, her limbs shaking as she attempts to fight the compression, | ||
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| + | "I felled the castle. We burned in the snow when she chased us. I lost again." | ||
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| + | He hunches over in the air, suddenly sobbing. The pressure on Novine stops, and he proceeds to twitch back and forth for some time before just as suddenly fading away and reappearing behind Blue, placing a hand on her shoulder. | ||
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| + | "Do you think we can win with just us?" | ||
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| + | Blue reaches out towards Novine, at a loss as the air contorts and drags the lala down, uncertain of what to do, having not dealt with anything of this magnitude before- not in this way. No, the woman had seen destruction and the maligned might of others with their own agendas but this felt...different. Eyes flicker upon the hand at her shoulder, daring herself not to flinch, and staring at the strange figure. Blue looks to Novine and answers, " | ||
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| + | Novine lets out a gasp of relief as the pressure releases, her head whipping up at the sudden sobbing. She follows his progress helplessly, forehead creased with worry. She looks at Blue, regarding the pair carefully as she pushes herself to her feet, listening. | ||
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| + | He begins vibrating and releases her shoulder, floating towards one of the frozen blood pillars now and placing his hand against it. | ||
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| + | "They said we were a family now. That we would be the shield for those in need. What Sentinels Ark? Why did Emiko sheathe her blade in my chest!?" | ||
| + | He snapped the brittle pillar with his hand and watched as it crumbled into little ice shards on the ground. | ||
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| + | "They all disappeared when the moon fell. I'm still here." | ||
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| + | He suddenly fades away again, reforming in front of A' | ||
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| + | Just as suddenly, a wound appears on his chest and blood bursts from it directly in front of him. | ||
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| + | Her eyes widen as she watches Eligor becomes a blood fountain. " That ain't normal... " | ||
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| + | Blue closes her eyes briefly, though there' | ||
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| + | ||Gair was in the Coffer & Coffin already, thinking the pulsing was nothing at all- until one or two ales didn't stop the the sound. What the fuck is... He plucks up his sabre off the bar and lumbers outside on heavy footfalls, every step compounded by the jingle jangle jingle of his spurs as he moves over to his trusty steed.|| | ||
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| + | ||Gust lets out a 'Kweh, wark!', | ||
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| + | ||At a steady pace, Gair rides off to go see just what in the hell was going on. He was a good few minutes away before he could intervene or see the rest.|| | ||
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| + | His face scrunches up a bit and he clutches the sides of his head again, moaning in pain. | ||
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| + | "She ate the food, and spoke well. I never expected her to listen. She will be hated because of me." | ||
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| + | He twitched in place again before fading away, reappearing again at the center of the blood structure as if he were asleep once again, the previous tapestry having crumbled away into floating globs of blood--with some bits still frozen. | ||
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| + | Novine bites her lip as she watches him return to his restful state, slightly relieved that he is no longer rampaging around, but concerned at his bleeding. Swallowing largely she looks at the structure, trying to make some sense out of it as she stares at it, paralyzed with misunderstanding, | ||
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| + | " O-oh, Hello Blue..." | ||
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| + | " Ain't no bells to be ringing, I just get here, I see who knows what goin' on and then Eli comin' up in my face callin' | ||
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| + | She too feels relief as the Eligor-thing goes back to the center of the structure for a time, and speaks up at last when Novine catches up to them both. " | ||
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| + | The transparent orbs from earlier all popped at once, followed quickly by the blood globs also falling in unison onto the ground, splashing blood over the now slicked moistened earth. His appearance had changed, however. his hair which was previously hanging loose down to his waist was now suddenly tied with a small ribbon to make a ponytail, and he was now sporting a set of black and red robes, complete with a red facemask that obscured his face (although his eyes still burned behind the eyeholes). In his left hand, he held a plain looking shortsword, but the many nicks and scratches across its length told a story of repeated and trusty use. | ||
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| + | A tattered black cloak sprouted from the collar of his robes as he suddenly reached out for Novine' | ||
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| + | She stares at him, taking in his transformation. She steps aside pitching her shoulder back slightly to prolong the time he would need to reach for it. She seems conflicted, poised to back away or to spring backward, but remaining rooted to the spot. " | ||
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| + | Eligor did not respond, instead turning his head slowly to look at everyone present. | ||
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| + | Gair was following the massacre, crimson orbs and bodies. "What the fuck is going on here...THEFUCK!?" | ||
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| + | Something seems to click with Blue at Novine' | ||
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| + | With one smooth movement, he redirected the tip of his blade for Novine' | ||
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| + | Novine was poised to do it and so she does- she jumps back at the slightest hint of the movement, the blade still perilously close to her even with her dodge, the girl thrusting her hands forward and low, two spears of ice materializing from her hands, rocketing toward Eligor' | ||
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| + | He shifted to the side, taking the brunt of the attack on the armored greaves of his left leg. Having used that movement to mask his right arm, he jerks back into his former position, throwing a knife for Novine’s mouth while turning the sword over in his left hand, stabbing into the ice that would have hindered his movement to break himself free, jumping forward after his knife but a breath behind. | ||
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| + | Blue interjects at this point in the clash, aiming to intercept the thrown knife with her claws and trying to snap it away from Novine, positioning herself between both lalas as a result- for better or worse, other clawed arm up and at the ready. | ||
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| + | Still mid jump, there is little he can do save grab for Blue’s clawed arm with his right hand, using it as an anchor of sorts to quickly place feet on ground and jump away, sword pointed at the group. | ||
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| + | Novine steps to the side of Blue quickly so she can keep her eye on the hostile target. "Guess that answers that," she says with gritted teeth, the air around her growing warmer. Anyone close to her would feel the heat on them, like being uncomfortably close to a small campfire. Those farther would simply see the air around her grow a bit hazy and shimmery, appearing like liquid. " | ||
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| + | Wait, Blue...and Novine? Gair is visibly confused by this crossover episode, worse yet? They were tussling with someone masked, robed and with red hair. He had missed the prior revelations as to their combative dance partner. From his saddle, he slides his sabre into his belt and bucks his chocobo on. "Get out of here, Gust, hyah!" And he leaps from the bird's back, rolling on the sand and stone hard, only a couple dozen or so paces from the melee now. | ||
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| + | He draws out his sabre in his right, the left grasping at a mass of dark aether that forms a vaguely javelin-shaped bolt. Stepping up slowly, he's watching an opening. | ||
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| + | " I-I'll do something in a minute." | ||
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| + | Blue feels the warmth coming from Novine but firmly plants her feet on the ground, unwilling to lose track of Eligor, tail lashing out in aggravation. | ||
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| + | He stares at the response calmly, still remaining silent after all this time. After several more moments, he lowers his sword arm and points his free hand towards Novine and Blue. Aether seems to gather in his palm, but is quickly compressed into two tiny little balls of wind that began to spin faster and faster until finally firing off at the two like a bullet. | ||
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| + | Novine jumps forward in front of Blue and spreads out her hands, palms forward as if pushing against a wall. A gleaming shield radiates outward from her hands, the orbs smacking into it. Novine finds her feet skidding the dust even so, the Lalafell being pushed backward until she makes contact with Blue. She keeps up the shield long enough to absorb the blast, releasing it and staggering backward against the Au Ra. | ||
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| + | Blue stares up at the balls of wind, briefly transfixed before they come shooting down. She readies herself to attempt to dodge the turbulent bullets but stops as this time it's Novine shielding them both instead. She crouches down and acts as a brace for the lala, digging her taloned feet into the ground - yet the impact of the blast pushes her back as well by ilms. Blue refocuses, places a hand on Novine' | ||
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| + | He lowers his hand and reaches into his robe, pulling out a slip of paper and studying it. | ||
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| + | “You’re in the way. If you leave so I can take my target, you will live. I will not chase you.” | ||
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| + | Gair lunges forward and hurtles his volley as the robed figure sends his pair of condensed balls of wind out. Hurtling it to plunge into the sands between the battle line, the bolt pulsing there as it stick there. Why these two? "Just what the fuck' | ||
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| + | Eligor was apparently quite aware of his surroundings; | ||
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| + | Blue carefully rises to her feet dropping back to slightly behind Novine and her butterflies, | ||
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| + | “It’ll hurt.” | ||
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| + | “There’s more of you than me. That means one of you will try to attack when I’m killing one of you. That means I won’t be able to finish. You’ll have to wait while I fight them. It’ll hurt a lot, so you should run instead.” | ||
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| + | There was no malice or hate in his voice. If anything, he sounded as if he genuinely was trying to push the flee option. | ||
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| + | "Tch, so glorious," | ||
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| + | “Beacon? | ||
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| + | "What you think we all just showed up for fun? You led us here, intentionally or not. Some pulsing feeling coming from here. And I could feel you as if you were right next to me all the way in Southern Thanalan. Surely not acting like you wanna have alone time," she points out, reaching out a sparking hand and touching each of her butterflies with the energy as if she were lighting candles with levin as they shift color to match the element and crackle with their own aura. | ||
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| + | Gair raises his sabre in a high guard, the steel claw of his pointed toward Eligor. A scowl painted on his countenance as he lingers there, at the ready. "You wont take any of us, fool, now stand down!" He demands, clearly not amused with having to respond to this bloody and macabre display along with seeing at least one of his friends nearly get air-blasted. | ||
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| + | Blue asks simply, " | ||
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| + | "You all should go," Novine warns. "He is stronger than you imagine." | ||
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| + | He brought a hand to his mask and hunched over, moaning in pain as the mask began to crack. As the mask completely crumbled, he stood upright again, sweeping a hand through his hair and smoothing back his bangs, revealing the large crystal housed there. Unlike before however, his eyes were a stark and dead white, with black veins connecting to the prior wounds that seem to be accumulating on his body now. He smiled, revealing a row of white sharp teeth. | ||
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| + | “I’ll have to thank you all for that. It’s been terribly stressful breaking through this time.” | ||
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| + | “Thankfully you’re all so warm and inviting. Well I’m here now and that’s all that matters. I realize you might be confused but you could always just....leave. I’ve gotten what I needed now.” | ||
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| + | Blue is all but perplexed with this additional transformation and the words that followed. She measures her words carefully. "We will leave after you leave. Now that you've got what you needed, tis no reason for you to be here either. Then we can say our farewells proper." | ||
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| + | “I’ve business here you...oh, would you look at that? Clearly you’re not like me so...this is quite the tickle.” | ||
| + | He brings a hand to his chin and leans forward, clearly very intrigued. | ||
| + | “What is your mystery? Are you perhaps artificial life?” | ||
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| + | “No that couldn’t be it there is far too much vitality....hmmm...” | ||
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| + | Novine stares at the transformed person with utter contempt seething from her. "You don't belong here. No one wants you here." | ||
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| + | “I’ve hardly stopped to converse with my shrubbery, let alone commune with its feelings. Return to your silent persistence.” | ||
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| + | Gair stares daggers at Eligor, or whatever they' | ||
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| + | "Are you even him?" | ||
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| + | “The shrubs are still talking. Oh dear. I suppose I have not pruned enough of them.” | ||
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| + | Novine narrows her expression to one of unbridled frustration, | ||
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| + | "You all should go," she says again with an urgency and edge born of her powerlessness. She meant to leave if she would be allowed it, or if no one stopped her. | ||
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| + | Gair looks over either shoulder, nearly jumping up in fright as levin bolts around everywhere. Twelve, could she always do that?! His grip clamps down on the hilt of his sabre and he barks to Blue behind him. "With Novine, she knows somethin' | ||
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| + | Blue flinches at Gair's direction, a tad bit distracted, though she manages to narrowly avoid the bolts bouncing upon the ground near her feet. " | ||
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| + | Blue's thoughts are raging and conflicted. She would not leave until she was certain -all- of her friends were safe and away. But staying gave greater likelihood of her mystery to be uncovered. Blue drops her arms and clenches her fists, a soft yet furious rage beginning to well up within the Au Ra. | ||
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| + | Novine stops as Blue addresses her. " | ||
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| + | There is a laugh as the butterflies launch towards him, accompanied by levin. There is an explosion as both make contact, but when the dust settles he is gone. He reappears just above Gair and A’erina with his arms behind his back, looking down with a slight smirk. | ||
| + | “We remember you two now. We liked you. This will be even more special.” | ||
| + | He falls to the ground now, waiting expectantly. | ||
| + | “Very well then. Come for me.” | ||
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| + | “I am entertaining my garden.” | ||
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| + | He snaps his fingers, and black constructs appear behind them. He appears to have copied Novine’s trick somewhat, but instead of beautiful butterflies, | ||
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| + | Blue looks at Novine' | ||
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| + | Blue hesitates before turning away from Novine and slowly heading back to the pair, steeling her resolve, her eyes catching upon the inky blobs that have appeared behind them. "Watch out!" | ||
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| + | Novine watches her go with annoyance, conflicted. She doesn' | ||
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| + | One of the blobs flies towards Blue while the remaining two circle around Gair and A’erina. | ||
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| + | Shake the sand from your ears, oaf, we are not to kill this man. | ||
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| + | Gair wears a persistent scowl painted on his face as Eligor flits around and taunts them, the constructs, the orbs, everything was happening so fast. He inverted the grasp on his sabre and fell to his knees, plunging his sword a few fulms down into the sands. " | ||
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| + | Readying his own aetheric response to the blobs, intent on a barrage of jagged spikes to erupt from the ground to threaten and interpose. | ||
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| + | Blue takes note of Novine' | ||
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| + | Novine hangs back, watching them, re-summoning her own butterflies just in case. " | ||
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| + | As if in response to Novine’s words, the orb flying for Blue suddenly lashed out with blackened static, followed by the others quickly following suit. Eligor on the other hand seemed content to watch for now, smirking mockingly at everyone’s reactions. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | "Mine can only attack in tandem! I do not know if this is true of his! If one attacks, the others must!" | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | Blue narrows her eyes at the static lashing at her, thinking her training at the Grindstone would be enough to allow her to dodge the dangerous aetherial blot. She tries to sidestep it, but just isn't fast enough. With no ways to deflect the bolt, the Au Ri takes a sharp blow to her side, knocking Blue right off her feet and onto the ground with a thud. She attempts to get back up again, grasping at where she was struck. | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | Rather than simply attacking, the orb seems to have snatched something from Blue as well. The orb soon returns to Eligor and he takes it in hand, soon after biting into it as if it were an inky Apple. His almost abnormally white teeth were now stained over with slick black goo, and he turned away from the group, cackling to himself. | ||
| + | |||
| + | “How long since I’ve had any proper appetizers? | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Gair opts to instead keep himself grounded with his blade plunged into the sands, taking a glancing brunt of the levin that passes through him and into the earth beneath. Just what the fuck is happening with this fool?! When he draws his sabre from the dry sands, it's drooling with a dark aura. | ||
| + | |||
| + | "You want somethin' | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | A' | ||
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| + | Eligor catches the orb that ‘sampled’ Gair’s aether as well before the blade makes contact with his body. Rather than dodging, he seemed completely enraptured by his meal. The blade pierced through his abdomen and quickly begins to bleed, having pierced just below his rib cage and run all the way through. He did not seem to register it beyond some a slight displacement a few fulms back. | ||
| + | |||
| + | A’erina however was a different story. Having moved close enough to his him, he suddenly twitched out of the way before launching what was left of Blue’s orb towards A’erina’s mouth with enough speed to stop her forward momentum, immediately chomping into Gair’s orb next. | ||
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| + | A' | ||
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| + | Novine looks on in concern as Gair's blade sinks into his body. Any attack against him felt like it was an attempt to destroy her father, who existed somewhere in there, as far as she was concerned. She watches them both, growing more furious the more she watches. "If you're gonna fucking use his body, at least take care of it, you piece of shit!" she screams crudely at him. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Blue stares up at Eligor, confused expression on her face as she gets to her feet and watches the pair do their respective attacks at the maybe-not-Eligor. | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | He was still chewing into Gair’s orb, but upon getting close enough he thrust a fist out towards her attack, red gauntlet clashing against claw. | ||
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| + | He smiled at Novine’s words and pulled at the blade, yanking it from his body and laughing as more blood gushed from the now unplugged wound. Either from pain, the sudden massive bloodloss, or just losing to Blue’s strength, he soon buckled and crumpled from the attack, falling into a laughing and bleeding heap on the sand. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | Novine screams at the others. "Stop! Just fucking leave! None of this has anything to do with you! You're only making things worse!" | ||
| + | |||
| + | She sends her butterflies up into the air to hover over the battlefield, | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | He keeps laughing, but out of nowhere suddenly freezes. He hops to his feet, ignoring his wound still and turning his head on a swivel, confusion clear on his face. That confusion slowly contorted into one of fear, and he thrashed an arm towards the group, sending a wave of aether towards them that pushed them back but a fulm. He was clearly panicked now, his previous demeanor completely replaced. | ||
| + | |||
| + | “This is impossible! Was this your trap!?” | ||
| + | |||
| + | He begins clawing at his throat but to no avail. The damage was done. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Novine only edges her butterflies lower, closer to him, unsure whether her aether was having an effect or if it was merely a coincidence of something else. She doesn' | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | A' | ||
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| + | Mercy was a rare hallmark of Gair's expertise, he was holding his sabre by the blade now, presenting only blunted steel. "This is our opening, control him!" He barks out, even if he'd apparently struck a horrendous blow. Scraping along the sands even as he is driven back by the aetheric blast, not wholly knowing that other' | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | Blue drops down to the ground shortly before Eligor goes splat, taking a back step and then a hop backwards at the wave of aether that pushed her. She looks to Gair and A' | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | A' | ||
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| + | Novine strides forward toward Eligor. " | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | He ducks out of the way of the attempted hold before half stumbling away, bringing a hand to his face. | ||
| + | |||
| + | “You don’t understand. I’m not in control of this. This is not a game anymore—I cannot stop it!” | ||
| + | |||
| + | He looks to the group one last time before the white in his eyes began to blacken. | ||
| + | |||
| + | “Listen, fools. Flee.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | He collapses again, and his body begins to shift and change once again. Unlike the prior shifts however, this change seemed far more forced and resisted. Aether burst from the unstable body on the ground, and more pulses began to burst from it. Only this time the ground beneath Eligor seemed to crack and indent, as if a great weight were being forced upon it. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | "You heard him. We leave. All of us." She makes to snatch for A' | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | "Fuck, we can't even help? | ||
| + | Go, you fool. He's telling us to go. | ||
| + | |||
| + | No-! | ||
| + | |||
| + | I wasn't asking. | ||
| + | |||
| + | " | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | A' | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | Blue is the last to make a decision, observing her companions and whether they choose to leave. The Au Ri seems sated by 'said reactions " Going.." | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Unfortunately, | ||
| + | |||
| + | ||Without so much as a struggle, the scenery had shifted, and the position of the four (plus chocobo) had completely changed. They were no longer in Thanalan poised for flee, but in a desert completely foreign, sands bleached white and the sky overhead dyed a sickly dark green. The landscape was empty save for the ruins of what could only be described as a series of massive stone and steel structures—a long dead testament to the fall of some civilization.|| | ||
| + | |||
| + | Eligor is on his knees in the same place he collapsed moments before, but his appearance has once again shifted completely. No longer was he sporting his black outfit and cape, but instead now a simple and ratty long shirt that stopped just short of reaching his knees. He seemed more like a beggar prepared for bed than some horror if going off his clothes alone, but that was not the only thing about him that had shifted. His hair had grown longer--now easily extending beyond his maximum height in a unkempt and comb desperate bush--and the red tattoos that adorned his cheeks had extended, meeting in the center of his face over his nose and extending long out of view on the sides of his face beneath his new mane of hair. His hands held no weapons now, but instead sported long black claws. But perhaps strangest of all about his appearance was that he was ever so slightly smaller. Assuming one could even dare to guess, they might even notice he appears quite a bit younger as well. | ||
| + | |||
| + | This new incarnation made no sound and only sat on the sand, staring at a pair of bloody ring earrings nested in his upturned palm. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Something about this place was strange; beyond the sudden and completely impossible shift in setting, there was a palpable sense of rage about the area. It was almost like a rising heat around them, but there was no mistaking that this was a FEELING, not a mistaken hunch. It was slowly spreading from Eligor, as if it threatened to corrupt everything around him. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | Novine looks at the younger version of her father, wanting to go to him to check on him, but she stops upon noticing the differences, | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | Unlike before, his body does not seem to be fading away. He is no longer twitching or seemingly ephemeral. Something about this change was solid. Final. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Blue soon finds herself in this strange desert, glancing up at the strangeness of the sky before looking around for her companions who were just as unfortunate. The Au Ri murmurs under her breath, "Tret is going to keep me in a box for the next several moons if I get out of this.." | ||
| + | |||
| + | She feels that throbbing sense of rage coming from the man, and hesitates before taking a tentative step forward, not certain | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | She steps forward slowly, hesitantly. “...Father? | ||
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| + | A' | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | He moves to pierce his left ear with the earrings, eyes coming to a burning glow as they clasped into place. | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | " | ||
| + | |||
| + | "Move, dunes girl!" | ||
| + | |||
| + | He was dashing across the sand, trying, hoping he gets to Novine first. Intent to intercede himself between the gnashing teeth. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Blue braces when she sees Eligor charging her way, her own claws up, defensive posture taken - but when he sidesteps her to get to Novine, the Au Ri twists herself around and lunges her taloned arms forward, trying to slow the raging lala by swiping for the backs of his legs | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | Novine widens her eyes as he darts toward her, thrashing about like a wild thing. She curses under her breath as she readies her body to accept some kind of impact, channeling electricity to her feet to assist in lunging off to her right to dodge his straight charge. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Eligor’s legs are indeed injured by the claws, but they do little to stop his speed as he flies forwards anyway. Novine still manages to dodge him, but he quickly recovers in a sliding stop, now suddenly leaping for Gair who was rushing to stop him as well. There were no tricks or spells this time, but his body was clearly radiating aether at this point. His flesh was imbued with a terrifying strength. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | A' | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Gair got exactly what he was asking for, having used himself to intervene and spare another wound. Except now he's the one being attacked, by the Fury! His left arm would be held up to ward from being savaged anywhere else. But that of course leaves his armored appendage at the mercy of the rushing Eligor. " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Blue drops down onto all fours when she struck Eligor, taking note of how little it did to sway him from his target- Course seemed Gair was a good enough distraction for that. Seeing that he was indeed struck by the Eligor, the lizard makes an attempt to ' | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Eligor clutches onto Gair, using his body as a solid post to redirect his body into a handstand of sorts. With A' | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | Novine keeps her distance, the aether at her feet extending up her body and into her hand, little balls of condensed levin rocketing toward him. “Calm the fuck down!” she says, hoping the shock might stun him. | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | A' | ||
| + | |||
| + | She clutches her hand, and finds her satchel on the ground, dropping to a knee, laboured breaths as she looks at the bite marks in her hand, she realises all her mixes have all but gone as shards of glass scratch and cut her hand as she fumbles with the bag. " Oh no... " A' | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | He roars as he is thrown into the levin bolt and is effectively covered in the electric onslaught, falling back down into the sands in a smoking heap. This proved to be a mistake of its own however as he still did not stop, now rushing towards Novine again in a fit. What’s more, he was still covered in the levin bolts, as if his body were somehow channeling them through on a loop as he thrashed a claw for her legs. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Blue draws her arms away from Gair upon seeing Eligor-thing launch himself up and at A' | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Novine attempts to redirect the flow of her aether back to her feet but simply is not fast enough, the claw snagging the back of her leg. The armor about her prevents the claw from digging into her flesh, but he trips her up nonetheless, | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | I can't fuckin' | ||
| + | You always say you're the weapon, damnit, focus! His teeth grit and from his grasp, inky black liquid begins to seep from his hands like blood. "Think we can drain and vent out whatever in the fuck has gripped him?!" When he releases, his hands are wreathed in a fell glow. He rushes into mythical melee Eligor and Novine are engaged, thrusting an open palm out to both strike and grab for the potentially filicidal father. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | The combo of kick into strike had worked splendidly, but grabbing and draining from Eligor proved to be a massive mistake. The crystal on his forehead began to shine before tendrils of light burst from them. Physically harmless, but everyone’s mind would flood with images almost too fast to process. The pain of being cut and smacked around. Fear as you fail to move in time and your comrade is throne into a wall. | ||
| + | |||
| + | ||The world was not a desert now, but a throne room. A Lalafell woman with glasses, a tight fitting half-robe, hair that was a grayish green, and a double-sided axe too large and heavy looking for her body was swinging it at you as if she were waving around a twig. Your pitiful sword breaks, but you look to your companions. Ali still smirked confidently at you—she believed in you. Dona couldnt fight these things, and neither could Mika. It was your job to protect them.|| | ||
| + | |||
| + | ||You manage to tear some of the gaudy jewelry off of the woman’s arm with your sword stub, and she grew angry. Her arm melts into water and shoots towards Mika, smashing him against the wall. He couldn’t walk, let alone fight and break free. You’re failing, you have to help him.|| | ||
| + | |||
| + | ||The world suddenly becomes wavy as your head is covered in water. It forces its way into your nostrils—down your throat—save it for later. Help Mika! The world is going white.|| | ||
| + | |||
| + | ||You are on the floor now, hacking up water and...blood? | ||
| + | |||
| + | ||A bolt of lighting interrupts your thoughts. The light had struck Dona. She was still connected to the enemies, so who? How? She crumples to the ground, but you catch her. A wound--a hole--was now burning brightly in her abdomen. It was glowing. It was SPREADING. You put your hand to it, trying to stop it, but it burns you. You look to Ali for help. Her magic could do something. Ali was not even looking at you, she was staring ahead and into the distance, at the origin of the spell. A woman with dark blue hair sitting on a throne, mostly obscured save for now dangerously glowing blue eyes trained on you. You cannot worry about that right now, you have to save Dona. She wants to scream out, but only manages little squeaks. She grabs your hand, but it is already too weak to be called a grasp. She was melting. She was melting. She was melting.|| | ||
| + | |||
| + | ||There was nothing you could do. You could not save her. She was gone, and it's all your fault. You stare at your stinging palm. She had placed the earrings you made for her there, and you didn't even notice. She knew you couldn' | ||
| + | |||
| + | ||It was not the fear or the pain any longer, but something that burned at you from the inside. How could they? How dare they? Why her? Why us? You'd felt it when your friends were in danger before, but never to this degree. It was no longer a coiled whip that lashed out briefly, it had become you. Nothing else was an option any longer: They all needed to die. You finally understood what it was now that had bothered you so much about these people. It was that you hated all of them--each and every one. The burning inside you won't stop, the world is turning read. You had to scream.|| | ||
| + | |||
| + | The vision fades, but the feeling does not. Eligor' | ||
| + | |||
| + | Eligor continues to scream, and two more crystals extend out of his forehead, bending upward and forming horns. His body radiated heat, but whatever was happening was too much for him to contain. Bloody wounds began opening over his arms and legs to compliment the ones Blue gave him earlier, and the claws on his hands seemed to be burning red hot, turning his fingertips into a withered black that seemed to be slowly spreading up his hand. | ||
| + | |||
| + | The tendrils of light were still firmly attached to everyone, mixing his vision with theirs. He did not see Novine, Gair, A' | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Novine looked at Eligor with as pained of an expression as she was capable of, her eyes still obscured by her mask. He was suffering, actively suffering and she hated it. She wanted to stop it, stop whatever this was. Memories? Likely judging from the appearance of the people around her in the visions, all of the beautiful crystals upon their heads, these were old memories. She wanted to stop the loop, to cause him to see reason, to no longer be trapped in them. But...how does one even do that? | ||
| + | |||
| + | She enlists the help of her butterfly constructs again, the fluttering geometries sinking low to the ground as Novine places her hands near to the sands, ice leaping and bounding in a shallow sheet that builds and builds as it nears her father, growing thicker. The butterflies switch aspects and aim blasts of ice toward him, hoping to limit his movement, encase his hands, immobilize his legs - whatever opening she could find to make his rampage stop, to open up the opportunity for clarity of logic, of truth, that trait he always seemed to value highest above all. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | A' | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Blue squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force away the visions in her head pulsating from Eligor- but it was impossible not to watch the sheer carnage of unfamiliar strangers. Still recovering from the vision and the powerful hatred flooding the room, the Au Ri is slow to awaken, glancing up at the now-horned Eligor, bloody and brutal, as he slices a red gash and sends it hurtling for her seconds too late to properly dodge away. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Blue braces for the inevitable, covering her face in her arms before sensing movement nearby and recognizing the miquo' | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | ||(OOC NOTE: To keep confusion down hopefully, any strange memory shenannigans will be posted in ze `box.` That is all.)|| | ||
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| + | The burning gash was ultimately without weight and was literally a gust of burning air. Although it could easily be blocked with a body, the effects were not unlike using your hands to block a red hot slab of metal. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Novine' | ||
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| + | ||Ali tried to freeze you in place as you ripped open a hole in the wall. You looked around the room to the room at your enemies. They were all screaming and burning, the crystals in their foreheads unable to withstand your rage. Good.|| | ||
| + | |||
| + | He reared back and inhaled before screaming at the ice holding him, a stream of blackened flames gushing from his mouth in a torrent. He yanked himself free of the melting ice and began thrashing at what remained, intent to completely destroy that which bound him. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | Novine calls out to him as he struggles. "Stop! You're gonna kill yourself! That stuff, it's in the past! You don't have to keep looking at it!" | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | He simply screams and claws at the ice and sand in response. Another heat wave radiates from his body, sending hot sand flying towards everyone in gusts. It was getting worse. | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | After blocking the attack, swinging her sword to dissipate it and realising it was naught more than hot air. She doesn' | ||
| + | |||
| + | " | ||
| + | |||
| + | She plants her sword in the ground as the heated sand is forced upon her, using it to keep herself in a stationary position refusing to move, She was showing this uncharacteristic nature again and was shielding Blue as best she could as she looks at her. | ||
| + | |||
| + | "If you've got... An idea... Better come out with it. " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Gair got the worst of the initial barrage of memories that invaded their minds, he was the means by which their floodgates were released, after all. For a moment he writhed pathetically in the sand, clutching his head and fucking screaming bloody murder. What is this pain, this rage? When he could finally look up at the man, a gust of sand howled and he covered his eyes just in time. Heat, after all, bothered him little, even as the grains of sand battered his flesh and armor. | ||
| + | |||
| + | "What if...we break the cycle?! Defy his memory somehow, any ideas?" | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | Blue didn't understand it but she was grateful to A' | ||
| + | The slightest spark of an idea formulates in Blue's head, but she'd need to see more visions, for better or for worse. | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | Novine is pushed back by the gusting stand, feeling the specks stinging on her cheeks as they rocket toward her like miniscule comets. She grits her teeth and lets out a grunt of frustration as she channels aether to her feet again, this time forming the bolts in her hand as well. She launches herself forward, her speed increased by the levin as she seeks to thrust her hand at the back of his head, hoping to push his writhing form into the sand and stun him if possible. She keeps the aether flowing as constantly as possible, forcibly attempting to cause his body to calm itself. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | Novine’s hit strikes true, but along with the brief stun cams yet another vision. | ||
| + | |||
| + | ||You’re running through a field of blue grass at night, laughing. A woman begged you to stay. You couldn’t remember her no matter how much you tried, so you left. Pain jolts you out of the reverie as you’re now back in the room, everything a sea of blood and fire. You’re being overpowered by the woman with the spear. She stabs you again and again but you will kill her. You must. She is too fast for you and disappears from your view. A moment later, searing pain blooms on the back of your head.|| | ||
| + | |||
| + | Eligor desperately scrambled around, grabbing a handful of sand (which immediately began to burn in his hands) before swinging his sandy palm for the spear woman’s (Novine’s) face. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
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| + | A' | ||
| + | |||
| + | "Keep talking to him, Novine! Try and get through to him!" | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Novine leans back as A' | ||
| + | |||
| + | "I know, your memories fucking suck, which is all the more reason to ignore them! We're not the pieces of shit who did this to you! See some fucking reason!" | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | It was brief, but for a moment the world seemed to flicker. It was but a moment, but the group had returned to the Sil’Dihn ruins. | ||
| + | He thrashes against Novine’s attempted pinning, breathing more fire as a large gash bursts open up his arm, accompanied by yet another vision. | ||
| + | |||
| + | ||The world had ended. Everyone was gone. Everyone was dead. There was only you now, in the darkness. But something was burning inside of you, screaming at you that you couldn’t stop. You couldn’t remember, but there was still something you must do.|| | ||
| + | |||
| + | In a sickening cacophony, Eligor’s right arm, both of his legs, and presumably from the rapid contortion his ribs all loudly began to snap like twigs. He couldn’t even continue to scream as he crumpled onto the sand, wincing in pain. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Blue gets out from behind A' | ||
| + | |||
| + | She looks to Novine with concern, but reaches out tentatively towards the red-haired lala, either to help hold him down as well or to brace herself should he uncrumple himself suddenly. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | As Eligor' | ||
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| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | the world suddenly cracks like glass and shatters. The group is back at the ruins now, in the same position they each were in before, poised to run away. Eligor was back to normal(?) now and lying on the ground face down. Was it all an illusion? The pain of what happened was not there physically, but it could all still be felt as if perfectly fresh and new. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Novine feels his body calm and she carefully, slowly, and cautiously pushes herself off of him to kneel next to him. She places a hand cautiously at his shoulder and makes to shake him a bit. | ||
| + | |||
| + | " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | He stirs quietly, before turning his head to cough up some dark red and long dead blood. | ||
| + | |||
| + | “....You’re loud.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Gair steps up on labored footfalls, drained in a different way for the moment. He is a few fulms away, wary, though the fell aura around his hands has all but dissipated. The black droplets of aether being the only proof of it's existence on the sands beneath him. Eager to quip back, his grin is lopsided. | ||
| + | |||
| + | " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “Annnd there’s more than one of you. This some strange kidnapping? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Blue breathes a sigh of relief and pulls away briefly, tilting her head at the red-haired lala. "Do you need any help?" Getting up, she means to add, but the female is worn and wary still at this point, looking at at the normal Thanalan sky. At least everything else felt normal. This experience surely hadn't been. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Novine adjusts her sitting position to be a more relaxed one, relief washing over her as her body loosens up and her posture slackens. " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | A' | ||
| + | |||
| + | "Lemme guess... You're gonna say... You don't remember anything. " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “If I did, id probably be less wet.”He sighs now, turning over and lying on his back. | ||
| + | “Doesn’t look like anyone is dead.”He turns his head to see the mummified bodies. | ||
| + | “Well, no one I don’t remember killing anyway.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Novine scoots to the side a bit to give him room to turn over easier, her vigil over him not quite done yet. "Nope, but those idiots probably should be," she says with a bit of annoyance, pushing up her visor underneath her bangs, lavender eyes finally visible to everyone as she looks down to him. " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “...You’re wearing your armor. Surely nothing that serious happened.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “And the guests?” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | "There was this pulsing feeling that kinda led people here. I felt it all the way in Sagoli. Dunno where they all were. I tried to get them to leave like you wanted. Kinda glad we stayed though." | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | " | ||
| + | |||
| + | "I think your benevolent interlopers' | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “You think a lot of things.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | A' | ||
| + | |||
| + | "Oi, You feelin' | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | "And a broken Gair chronometer is right twice a day, so out with- ow, hey!" | ||
| + | |||
| + | Gair practically jumps, or rather, hops away from his seated spot in the sands. A sword is still a sword to get poked with, and it stung just enough to surprise him. A hand held up as his cousin levels her own inquiry. Merciful Twelve I've had enough of this already. | ||
| + | |||
| + | " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Her hand still feels like its dripping with blood, and the pain seems to still be there and despite it causing her a considerable amount of discomfort as she keeps looking at it. She gives Gair a nod though. | ||
| + | |||
| + | "Not really, no. I think I'm gonna avoid any strange noises and goings on from here on out. " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “Might be helpful. Far as I know a bunch of thieves tried to rob me. Next thing I know it’s apparently a party here.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | "Not exactly my idea of a party. You should try to throw less shitty ones." Her voice doesn' | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “Feels like someone threw a sword through my body.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Blue stirs from her reverie and allows father and daughter their space, heading over to Gair and A' | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Novine can't help but let out a small laugh at his frank description. "Well, you're not exactly wrong. I don't really heal other people ever, but I could try if it hurts too badly." | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | His wound had mostly already closed, but it was seeping black smoke and seemed to be radiating with heat. | ||
| + | |||
| + | “I’ll | ||
| + | |||
| + | “You should care for your friends instead, I can clean up my own mistakes.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | She lifts her gaze to peer at the others, her eyes full of some begrudging judgment as she surveys their injuries. She sighs and asks in a manner that almost sounds as if she were a child being told to apologize to a another child when they feel they shouldn' | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Blue looks over at Novine in response and shakes her head. She places a hand on the side that had been aether-blasted though there doesn' | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Gair appears to be more fatigued than anything with the odd cut and bruise on him from the whipping of the sands on his flash and being used as a springboard. He holds up a staying hand toward Novine and shakes his head. "The flesh will mend on it's own, but the wounds of the mind and heart are a different matter." | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | " Physically, it looks like I'm fine, thanks for the offer though. Don't think you got a spell orh something in your arsenal that can make me forget what the hells I just saw..." | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Novine looks back to Eligor. "See? They' | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “Mhm. Well short of hiring a carriage I think I’m going to stay here for now, so by all means carry on and all that.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | "We have a chocobo!" | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “Don’t see why it would be wrong. Besides, carriages attract attention.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Novine grins and gets settled on the ground next to him on her stomach, supporting her head in her hands, elbows in the dirt. | ||
| + | |||
| + | "You can go! I'll make sure he's okay." | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | " Don't have to tell me twice, I think I've seen enough weirdness for today, and this whole incident could have messed me up more than I'd like." A' | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “.....What was she wearing? Actually, was that really the flower girl?” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “Hmm....any reason you want to stick around? Isn’t this a perfect time to get closer to your friends?” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | She lowers a hand to doodle in the dust, gloved hand tracing idle imagined patterns. | ||
| + | |||
| + | "I didn't know if you'd be back so soon. Thought you'd be away longer," | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | He reaches up to rub at his chin, but the wounds he suffered were not insignificant either. His body was wracked with the pain of countless phantom wounds, something that made his body reject even the slightest movement. Eager to play it off, he instead moved his hand to massage his chest instead. | ||
| + | |||
| + | “I don’t even know what that means. I didn’t think the spell stone champion had time to miss others anyway. What happened to that little bodyguard that wishes to court you? I don’t feel him anywhere near.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Blue shrugs her shoulders softly, looking after A' | ||
| + | |||
| + | "Was ah...nice to see everyone!" | ||
| + | |||
| + | It could have been much worse than it was, she thinks, hand still at her side. Don't think I'll attend the Grindstone after all. Sleep is better. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Novine gives Blue a casual wave as if she were leaving from having tea. | ||
| + | |||
| + | " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “....You’d think he wanted to be a fist.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “....Dunno. Just a rest should be fine.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | "Well, unless you actually just want me to leave you alone and you're not saying it, I've gotta rest anyway so I can just stay here and do it. Used up quite a bit of aether and all." She settles her head on a pillow made of her arm, getting comfortable. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “I just think socializing would be in your best interest. Especially considering the opinion of a certain someone nearby in regards to you.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | “Helps open paths, so to speak.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | " | ||
| + | |||
| + | " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “Sounds like an excuse but whatever.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | He sits up a bit, his eyes coming to a glow again. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | "Well it's not." She keeps a vigilant eye on him. "You should keep resting." | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | He looks directly into her eyes, he doesn’t respond. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Novine sits up now as well, tilting her head. Her expression looks slightly confused. " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | In a flash, a light bursts from the crystal in his forehead, colliding with Novine. Nothing else happens, sand his eyes quickly go back to normal. | ||
| + | |||
| + | “...Just thinking I haven’t eaten.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Novine flinches and puts an arm up as the light washes over her, bracing herself for something but uncoiling from her tense position when she realizes it hasn't come. | ||
| + | |||
| + | " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “What was what?” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | "That light from your crystal. It was really bright!" | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “I think you’re seeing things. You must be tired.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Novine looks a bit scandalized. "Oh, I'm the one seeing things?" | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “Says the girl seeing bright things. Wouldn’t you having experienced this grand episode lend credit to further hallucination? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | "N-no! Well.. yes, but you were having it first! We only got glimpses of what you were seeing!" | ||
| + | |||
| + | "Why else would you attack me?" | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | He doesn’t respond at first, clearly frustrated with the subject. | ||
| + | |||
| + | “What do you want to do then?” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | "I want you to keep an open mind and not just wave it off as me being crazy. And I want you to rest. And I want you to tell me what you wanna eat so I can bring it here while you rest." Her grumpiness fades with each desire listed. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “I’m not waving anything off, I did not see what you did, I am resting, and I don’t care just something edible.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | "Kay. Be safe. I'll be back," she says taking a moment to place her hand on the top of his head in a rather gentle way before walking over to Gair. " | ||
| + | She steps back and closes her eyes as she disappears into the aether. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Gair was off his ass for a little, having since hailed down his scared and confused chocobo. He bristles at the sight of Eligor, but a firm hand is kept on his reigns. Reminding her ere she portals away. " | ||
| + | |||
| + | He looks down at Eligor and offers. "You, uhh...want a lift? I can at least drag you into some shade." | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | He stays in place, and manages a tired shrug. | ||
| + | |||
| + | “I’m used to Thanalan heat, I’ll be fine.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Gair plucks a parasol out from his chocobo' | ||
| + | |||
| + | He lingers there for a moment awkwardly, thinking of something to say, be it clever, or in solidarity with the man whose memories he had just had some intimate visions of. " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | Eligor raises a brow but does not say anything in response, opting instead to simply roll onto his side. Had he successfully fooled them all? | ||
| + | |||
| + | ||The vision continued to cloud his eyes. He could feel reality with his aether. He knew it was not real, and yet he could not help himself from seeing the nightmare before him: The world was on fire. In the distance were constant screams and wails of pain....terror. In his hand, a familiar and yet foreign blade with a purple eye on the hilt twitches and looks around, focusing on him. The more he moved, the more it felt like he were being thrust further into this illusion: he had no memory of this. In a way, the pain of what happened prior was keeping him grounded, but why had Novine been the only one with an entirely different appearance? Her visage was disturbingly close to a still open wound. Novine said something happened. A glowing. What did he do?|| | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | It didn't take long for Novine to return, arms full of a parcel of food wrapped up in a cloth, the bundle full of flat bread, grilled carp, and a heavily spiced marmot steak. She also made sure to bring a skin of water, the well-meaning girl navigating her way back down to the excavation site. Her armor was no longer on since she was dealing with things in the city and believed her troubles to be over at this point, delivering the food being the more important mission. | ||
| + | She approaches him and makes to kneel down on the ground. | ||
| + | |||
| + | "I dunno if this stuff is any good, but you said you weren' | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | “Yeah, thanks.” | ||
| + | He reaches out towards her to accept the food. | ||
| + | |||
| + | “Anything happen while you were away?” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | She passes over the bundle to him and stays seated on the ground, feeling almost as if they were having a strange scenic picnic. | ||
| + | |||
| + | "Nope. Just got in the city and got out, no fuss or anything. How bout you? Still feeling uh... As normal as you can given everything?" | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “Pretty much yes. How’s your training been going?” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | "Fine, I guess. The aliases thing though... That's been hard. Had to take a bit of a break from that 'cause I was losing myself a bit. Hard to know what parts are me when I'm trying to change so much. Finding where to go back to when I wanna be me after being something else, it's been hard." | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “If you’re having trouble with that, perhaps you should postpone it until you have a better grip on just who you are.” | ||
| + | He furrows his brow, frowning now at something. | ||
| + | |||
| + | “Or I can give you a class. It’ll probably make you feel worse though.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “Time is running out for what exactly?” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | "You said you're disappearing, | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “...Ah. Well it’s not really something you need to rush. What happens to me will not have a significant impact.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | "Okay, if you say so. I'll just... Try and relax I guess," | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “...Is that a lie?” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | " | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “If you’re trying to relax you’re doing it wrong.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | He manages a laugh and lies back down, placing the bundle on his arm. | ||
| + | |||
| + | “I’m going to take a nap. If you don’t mind the weather you should join me.” | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | She grins and nods, moving closer to him, careful to keep herself from touching him in case she found an injury as she lies beside him. "I like the sun. Besides, seems Gair brought you a cute umbrella and everything," | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | “...Yeah...” | ||
| + | |||
| + | ^He goes silent and closes his eyes. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <fc # | ||
| + | |||
| + | She lets out another laugh at his non-reaction, | ||
| ---- | ---- | ||