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| Pipino accepts the bandages and wraps it around her wound before sliding the glove back over it, figuring it would stay in place better that way. | Pipino accepts the bandages and wraps it around her wound before sliding the glove back over it, figuring it would stay in place better that way. | ||
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| + | ||Underneath her mask were eyes that seemed to be strained far beyond imaginable limits, as if she had lived her entire life without blinking once. Rather than pupils, her eyes seemed a massive clot of blood and stretched veins. The entire upper half of her face was absolutely covered in scale like crystals that were red and white in color, while the center of her forehead sported a large and angular crystal not unlike the ones Gair had collected, or like the vast legions of the horde that had terrorized the world. With a blood curdling scream, she yanked the crystal free from her head before smashing it into the lip of Gair’s bottle, blatantly ignoring the immediate and serious blood flow gushing now from her head.|| | ||
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| + | Pipino steps forward and upon seeing the flow of blood can think of nothing but attempting to immediately attempt to stem the flow. They need her, and it isn't like she is just going to let her bleed out before whatever work was finished. She awkwardly strides forward and attempts to put pressure on the wound with her just her gloved hand for now, ready to back off if she would be in the way. | ||
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| + | Silently does Luna follow suit, placing her own right hand against Pipino' | ||
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| + | “Sparing you to see it will be my mercy.” She spoke without minding Luna or Pipino, the glowing blood in the bottle beginning to sparkle and hum with energy now. | ||
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| + | “Hundreds, | ||
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| + | “But my spite was once again underestimated. Such a gift, to hand me the means to undo this madness!” | ||
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| + | She raised her head to look at no one in particular. | ||
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| + | “An undying body. One that will regenerate even once abused, tortured...torn apart.” | ||
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| + | “You’ll want to find more containers for what comes after.” | ||
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| + | She lifts the bottle again, gulping slowly as she jingles it. For a moment, she seemed ready to launch it towards the floor. | ||
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| + | Pipino screws up her face for a moment as she watches her gaze at it and makes a move to slide her hand out from Luna's and makes to snatch for the bottle, something in the words she uttered and the way she was gazing at it unsettling her. "Those words sound not like ones of a curative nature!" | ||
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| + | The Sinner has a grip on the bottle far stronger than anything she had shown prior, as if it were her last final treasure and the source of every evil in the world all at once. Carefully she took the bottle to her lips and downed the contents, including her own crystal which protruded painfully in her throat even as it slid down visibly from the outside. | ||
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| + | The Sinner’s eyes began to glow and cry blood in luminescent streams down her cheeks. Something was happening. | ||
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| + | Pipino steps back from the woman instinctively and draws her weapon as she watches, an unsettling feeling gnawing away in the pit of her stomach. She is clearly torn between just wanting to end the woman for fear she would become too powerful, and i her carry on in case it could lead to some kind of salvation. She choses the latter option. | ||
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| + | Instinctively does Luna step in front of Pipino, putting herself between the Eorzean Exorcist Girl and her old companion. The aether hums around her arm, forming a shield down where it hangs, covering her lower body and Pipino. | ||
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| + | The sounds of yelling and screaming rouse Gair to stand, drawn from his thoughtful stupor to peer inside and stare. The sight of the crystals turn his countenance from sour to outright furious, but he chooses to not act on it and slams the huts door shut once more. Opting to go for a walk on the perimeter of Fallgourd Float. | ||
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| + | ||Bloody and fresh looking voidsent like wings painfully and audibly rip their way out of the Sinner’s back, and her skin slowly fades from it’s deathly pale to a deep obsidian in fact, it seems that her skin seems to have taken on a crystalline like quality all its own, as her flesh began to reflect light around her. Finally, long and glowing claws burst from her fingertips in bloody fashion, radiating with aether. She was glorious and horrifying. Like seeing a daemon being born before ones eyes. She was....suddenly collapsed on the floor in a puddle of her own glowing blood, screaming in agony.|| | ||
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| + | Gauntleted hand finds its way to the hilt of her blade as Luna reacts to the strange display. Though she doesn' | ||
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| + | Pipino watches the scene in abject horror, only repulsion and conflict in her mind. Was this supposed to happen? Should she try and put her out of her misery? One action or the other could change the tide and the dilemma plagues her. She steps back, weapon drawn, and decides to wait, seeing what will come of this. | ||
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| + | ||After a while the woman stands again, still very clearly in pain and suffering from the aftereffects of whatever she had done to herself. She looks off to the side briefly, although her glowing eyes made it impossible to tell exactly just what she was staring at before looking for her old cane to lean on, a triumphant smile creeping across her features despite her clearly still being in agony. || | ||
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| + | Pipino gazes at the woman, clearly still on her guard. "And now this is the point where you tell us precisely how this is going to lead to all you told us it would - a reversal, a cure." | ||
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| + | Luna steps aside, the aether still humming around her arm but no longer taking the form of a shield. She looks between Pipino and the warped Sinner silently, listening. | ||
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| + | Gair returns to the shack with a rather large and voluminous robe in hand, from the doorway he casts it toward the Sinner' | ||
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| + | “Past that point sadly,” she replied, still leaning heavily on her stick before turning to Pipino and shrugging. “I’ve already told you there’s no cure. What’s happened is not a sickness, but is instead like a...let us call it an evolution. People are evolving, but deep within what we will call the instruction manual for this evolution is obedience. Subservience. And for those even weaker of mind, the liberation from weakness and connection to, well...everyone at once is enough to cause a form of madness. “ | ||
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| + | She displays her body now, flapping her new wings cautiously. Every movement seemed to bring her pain. | ||
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| + | “But I’ve broken the rules. Rather than just the select few who are resistant, we should even be able to retrieve the minds of those who have fallen. We can turn the dark ones own forces back to us. We can reclaim everything!” | ||
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| + | "Stow this nonsense about such predetermined evolution. You sound more as one who wishes to convince others to join their cult then one who is explaining the facts." | ||
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| + | “I spend all my time explaining to you all that explaining is meaningless because you would not like or understand it. Now I finally deem to calm down and teach as asked and suddenly I need to stop it. Whatever—you all pick where you are going next.” | ||
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| + | “I’d certainly like that, but no. My surviving this transformation was already beyond my expectation. But yes, I can explain hopefully enough to satisfy without overmuch confusion.” | ||
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| + | “I told you all that I was there when the dark one appeared. Without walking through the whole story again, I was probably the first amongst what you think of as infected. I could not be turned thanks to my self improvements making my mind a natural impediment of sorts to the method, but this body was another matter entirely. Further, it is quite undying. That was part of the ideal. Sparing me to see what was wrought.” | ||
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| + | “This body cannot be destroyed unless it is erased. And now the blood of this body can undo the shackles binding the minds of the corrupted. Had we more time, resources, and manpower we could improve it but for now...this is it.” | ||
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| + | “To specify, the corruption is not the problem, it is the compulsion that comes along with it. The Dark One’s aether has been pumped into the lifestream like a virus, which facilitates the turn. Keep in mind the fundamental differences between sickness of the body and sickness of the spirit here, as it will help you organize how this corruption works.” | ||
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| + | “Evolution is not predetermined as our friend here theorizes, but instead is a multi-parallel response to the individual, the dark one, and outside stimuli. Some people might grow to be capable destroying walls for example. Others grow to improve cooperation. I want to describe it as a hive mind in function, but there are clear instances of individualism playing a key role in the entirety of the process. This means that rather than the aether corrupting simply the body to obey, it has instead corrupted the minds of the afflicted. In its own way, those who are naturally resistant to the change have the chance to retain some greater functions of the self, while others seem to be regulated to—“ | ||
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| + | The woman cuts herself off now, sensing she was going into a tangent out of habit. | ||
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| + | “In short, think of minds as under an aetheric lock of sorts. My aether—and by extension my blood—currently act as a key.” | ||
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| + | “The best part being that Unless I’m completely obliterated, | ||
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| + | She picks up the robe Gair provided, shaking it off a bit. | ||
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| + | "Those infected... Will they be turned back to our side through a mass action or... Or is it on an individual basis? What... What do you have to do to unlock it?" | ||
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| + | "Any other questions?" | ||
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| + | After a long moment of listening to the exchange between Pipino, Luna and the Sinner. Gair peers outside of the hut and looks southward, brows knit together in thought. "If the Dark One's blood has infected the lifestream...ain' | ||
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| + | “What? That’s one of the.....actually, | ||
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| + | “Since the origin of this separate signal is me, I’m not sure how it would remain intact unless....ah.” | ||
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| + | She sighs, crossing her arms now. | ||
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| + | “Do you intend to force me into it directly? | ||
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| + | There is a slight spark in Luna's eye at Gair's idea. "We shall raze the Twelveswood this day then." she says, almost sounding as if there was a shred of excitement to it. | ||
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| + | "The elementals guard the Twelveswood and yet they could not even watch guardian over an abandoned little girl. No matter." | ||
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| + | “What little girl?” | ||
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| + | The woman frowns. "A scared young girl bereft of family. Lost to the world and found by a monster." | ||
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| + | “And based on what our failed pilot has said, you now believe burning the forest down is the solution to the current plight?” | ||
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| + | "I do not care. If he says we must remove the cause of the corruption, and the source is that Twelve-forsaken overgrown tree... It makes it quite simple." | ||
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| + | “Have you not cleaned your ears in the past several years? When did a tree become the source of the corruption!? | ||
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| + | “He’s referring to the fact that the Twelveswood has font locations that are especially close to the lifestream, much like and in some cases literally being leylines. This allows for especially complex interactions with said lifestream that are not possible in many other places. In fact, the next closest place where we could do something like this would be in Mor Dhona, which is arguably currently the most dangerous place in the world!” | ||
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| + | She turns towards Gair again, arms still crossed. | ||
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| + | “So what was your plan?” | ||
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| + | Patient enough to listen in between Luna and the Sinner, he explains to the former. "This is all nearly beyond me, but, I'm more meanin' | ||
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| + | “You should know that while in the long term using this solution would free the world, it is almost the same as outright abandoning all those currently corrupted already. What you propose is like purifying a tainted lake, but that does not save the poisoned flora and fauna around it.” | ||
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| + | “So you want both then.” | ||
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| + | “Well I can think of two methods that might work in that case.” | ||
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| + | "Yes, I do. If it is at all possible. What are your ideas?" | ||
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| + | “First is simply....turning people slowly over time. There’s a greater chance we won’t be around to see it end but the seeds will certainly be higher that what has been started here won’t be stopped.” | ||
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| + | “The second...we try to overpower the dark one directly.” | ||
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| + | “In case it’s somehow not already clear the second option has a high chance of failure.” | ||
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| + | Pipino sighs and runs a hand through her bangs, clearly a bit torn. "And it would take long enough that battles still need to take place - plenty of people who could otherwise be saved will continue following that thing' | ||
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| + | “Far as I’m concerned I’m already dead in any of these scenarios so I’ll leave it to you three what you want to do. I’ll have my revenge either way.” | ||
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| + | Gair bobs his head in a nod, clearly weighing the options. "Is it possible the Dark One would feel us if we went to the center of the Shroud, possibly...send some of his strongest agents our way? I've an idea that might give us the edge on the latter of our two options." | ||
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| + | "That is, if he fears being expunged from the lifestream." | ||
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| + | The Sinner simply looked to Pipino. | ||
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| + | “That idea being?” | ||
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| + | “Do you think it will be enough?” | ||
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| + | Pipino looks away from the Sinner' | ||
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| + | “What do you all think?” | ||
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| + | "The end goal is the same, it matters not what the means are to me." | ||
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| + | Gair drums his thumb on the hook of his crook and shrugs. "I can spitball courses of action for a sennight if you want. If we wanted a surefire way to expunge him long term, we could each take some of the Sinners blood and quit for the cardinal winds. A pilgrimage, if you will." | ||
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| + | Gair looks toward Luna to ask. "If you lay no claim' | ||
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| + | Luna nods at the man. " | ||
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| + | Pipino nods. " | ||
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| + | “Who?” | ||
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| + | "The Miqo' | ||
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| + | “The hero?” | ||
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| + | "No, the one who was fighting the hero." | ||
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| + | “....Don’t recall. Tell me more about them.” | ||
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| + | "She said that she was dead. She was blown up by a bomb. Her body looks quite awful - cracks in her body with aether flowing out of them. She said the Dark One sustains her. And she has the ability to control the corrupted creatures within the wood as if they were her pets." | ||
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| + | “Think she’s willing then?” | ||
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| + | "Even if she ain't, if she's robbed of her connection. The Dark One's army would set on her like anyone else." | ||
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| + | “Not necessarily true.” | ||
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| + | “...Hmm...if only we still had aetherites...” | ||
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| + | "By taking on the Dark One directly, what did you have in mind? I hardly think just walking up to him and and shooting him would do much for us." | ||
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| + | “If we assume the same rules that apply to the horde also have applied to the dark one, I’d say whatever we imagine is likely insufficient.” | ||
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| + | She sighs and stays silent for a moment, reckoning with something internally. She finally speaks up. " | ||
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| + | ===== The Grand Conclusion ===== | ||
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| + | ||The group ultimately decided to sacrifice the Sinner. By dispersing her essence into the lifestream, they made certain that no matter the route THEY took, the future would be secured. The Dark One had no means to gain more followers, and those that would be born in the future would be immune to his corruption. Further, even so much as travelling through the aether would allow for one to be cleansed, further chokeholding the Dark One and its forces. The world was saved and, in time, its inhabitants would be as well.|| | ||
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| + | ||Taking the attack on Ishgard as an opportunity to bring yet more good to the many, Luna, Pipino, and Gair ultimately decided to directly attack the Dark One's seat of power: Mor Dhona. The plan was simple, end the dark one while his forces crush Ishgard, and there are no more invasions. No need for waiting on the future. What they found however was nothing short of despair. They were confronted by none other than a corrupted Aymeric, and the legion of elite defenders at his command. The three made their attempt to break through. Right as hope seemed lost however Raziel appeared, bloody and broken from the events that unfolded at Ishgard--but more importantly, | ||
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| + | ||Unsurprisingly, | ||
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| + | ||The two had made it to what could be considered the throneroom in the end, battered and bloody from yet more minor scuffles on the way up the tower, but found themselves encountered once again by their fallen friend. Parading what was left of Luna's bones to taunt them, the group engaged yet again. A' | ||
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| + | ||As it happens, A' | ||
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| + | ||It was now Gair with the Dark One, but broken and beaten as he was, the outcome of the fight was always obvious. Each and every attack Gair attempted was repelled, deflected, and countered. Blow after blow, and failure after failure, Gair continued to stand as if possessed by his single-minded wrath. It was not Gair's final charge however that drew blood, but a spear made from his blood. Without his input. Pipino was dead, but whatever was in her eye was still very much alive. Gair's blood had come in contact with a drug years prior and, unbeknownst to him, had been growing steadily. Flowing through him without aim or command. In the moment of the Dark One's hubris, it was commanded to burst from his chest, striking the Dark one in the heart as well.|| | ||
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| + | ||The group had fallen, but in their own way they managed to succeed. Despite it costing their lives, the had done irreparable damage to the Dark One and the horde. They forced the Dark One to go into stasis to heal, and his most powerful underlings were now lost. When he emerged, he would not find a world ready to conquer, but a future in which he was the prey. The one whom would be wiped out by the very world he set out to bring to heel.|| | ||
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