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Light filtered through her slightly closed eyes to waken the maiden from her sleep. Was it sleep? She didn't know. Large patches of her memory were missing, though she wasn't sure why. Perhaps a monster had gotten hold of her and stripped her of her memory. She still wore her usual outfit of a gray tank top hooded shirt with angel wings on the back and her black cargo pants with her blue, black, and grey sneakers. What was the last thing she remembered? Shelke blinked open her mako blue eyes as she looked around. She was facing down in the hot sand of the desert. Here again? Surely she hadn't meant to come back here when she was so weak as it was. Fragments of her memory came back as she remembered running into a woman who had a sword and was out of control as well as...as....
"Nero..." Her voice was horse with misuse. She hadn't remembered why it was so horse, but her body ached and she could only guess that it was because of Nero that it was this way. He always seemed like he hated her even when she was part of the Tsviets. Now that he was in this world with her, his hatred is now freely noticed and their last encounter was not a good one. "Ngh..." She groaned in pain as she tried to push herself up. She found she could get to her knees, but after that it was rather hard. Looking at her mako gauge on her wrist, she noticed that it was farther gone than she had expected. 35% remained.
She sat upon the ground and looked around. The sun beat down upon her as she lay on the edge of one of the oasis' that dotted the desert. She had been in one before with Red XIII, but that was a while ago. She felt around till she found the backpack beside her. Rummaging through it, she found what she was looking for. It was a water materia. It was low level, but enough to ease the pain of the heat from the desert. Holding it out in front of her, she tapped into the lifestream power within it and casted her spell. "Water." As she spoke quietly she quickly held her hand above her and let the water shoot into the sky and then fall upon her as if it were raining.
She sighed in relief, but knew that she needed to find help soon if her mako gauge was going to deplete soon. She would get sick and then eventually die if she didn't get mako for a long time after her empty gauge.
"It would help if I could regain some more of my memories..."
It had been less than a month, and already, Kuja could hardly stand the sight of Nero.
It wasn't that Nero was particularly idiotic nor that he was particularly useless. He wasn't greedy or gluttonous or even particularly feral once he'd been properly trained in manners. Still, Kuja loathed his voice. Kuja's lips twitched whenever he met that eager gleam in his eyes. So motivated. So willing to please. And always, always waiting for him.
Kuja reflected on his sad state of affairs from the back of his silver dragon. He found it easier to plot while a hundred feet in the air.
The sun was relentless, but felt almost calming again his bared skin. The dry heat of the desert was soothing as always in its deadly way. It promised silence. It promised solitude. It was uncompromising to those stupid enough to stumble into its grasp. Idiots like Nero. Kuja sighed and tangled his fingers in his dragon's long feather down. The desert would have killed that feral, idiot man. But Kuja had not.
Why? Was there a reason he hesitated even now?
Of course, the question was hypothetical. He had wrestled with the very same question when it came to Zorn and Thorn or that hideous elephant woman. This was simply the price to pay for a worthwhile pawn. An indefinite eternity of testing his patience.
His dragon was circling. Kuja shot her a look of mild curiosity, but her eyes were not on him. They angled down towards the center of her spiral. Her soul touched his with a glimmer of a question. 'May I?' Kuja peered down at the object of her interest -- a distant human form, immobile. He gave a short sigh and dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
"If you must," he relented in his native Terran. The dragon snorted in thanks and started her graceful descent.
His last dragon, Cornelia, would have never thought to hunt while he was present. It was a distasteful business that he'd rather have avoided. But silver dragons were apex predators, and this dragon was not Cornelia. She did not share Cornelia's tact, grace, or sense for all social situations. Kuja's heart longed for Cornelia, but sadly, they would not meet again while he was trapped on this meaningless world. For now, he was grateful for any dragon at all, which meant dealing with more human viscera than was generally his liking.
The dragon landed heavily on a sand dune then stopped to allow him to slide off her back as he'd trained her. Kuja gave the sand a withering look as it dusted the heels of his boots.
From this distance, he could tell that the victim was a girl. A teenager, likely, and small enough that he was surprised she'd caught his dragon's attention. She was clad in the odd clothing of this world's cities -- all formless bundles of cloth and pockets. He wondered vaguely what had brought her to the desert of all places, but it hardly mattered. His dragon's shoulders tensed in anticipation. Her eyes were bright. Kuja crossed his arms and glanced aside. He had never been able to resist that look.
"Do as you will." The smooth Terran was tainted with irritation, but he doubted his dragon noticed. She had already dashed forward, claws ready and teeth bared.
Genesis had already traveled farther than he thought he'd be able to in a day. If it weren't for his magic and the Mako in his G-cells, he'd probably have been destroyed by now. His black wing had carried him far, but for now, with no bearing to go by in the vast and foreign range, his feet were less taxing. The sand whipped up and caught at his heels, pushing at his coat tails. He'd removed his thick red coat - it would do him no good in this heat. Instead, he carried the article over his left shoulder, holding his weapon in his right hand. The Sabre he'd used for many years, still at his side through it all. His arms were left bare by the sleeveless turtleneck that was part of the Soldier's uniform.
A movement in the sky was the first thing he saw, a silver creature, descending down, in the direction he was traveling. Curious. He continued onward, however, content to believe that it was nothing that concerned him. Until he neared the object of the winged beast's circling. A small girl, looking rather weak in the desert clime, was to be the beast's pray. For a moment Genesis saw himself in the dragon's stead, raising his weapon to wantonly destroy the young woman for no other reason than to use her for research...
And he was in motion, dropping his coat as he did so. His single black wing burst from his back, scattering feathers in his attempt to close the gap between himself and the soon-to-be bloody scene. Muscles tensing in his arms brought the blade in sideways, angled in such a way as to catch the beast by the teeth. It would likely deal no damage to the great beast - which Genesis could now identify clearly as a Dragon - But if it succeeded, it would keep the girl from becoming the beast's dinner at the very least.
The act had been so instinctual, so necessary, that Genesis hadn't had much chance to think about the consequences. It reminded him of a certain puppy. His red hair was still stirring from his abrupt stop, and the great wing sprouting from his back was fully extended, every part of his being was now placed between this girl and perdition. "Heh. now look who's playing the hero." He muttered lightly to himself, eyes lazer-focused on the dragon's dangerous teeth, and the fair-looking man who called it steed.
It was strange to wake up in a place you weren't familiar with, but she had been in this desert once before. She wondered to herself if she was making a habit of being in the desert while weakened, but the thought quickly perished when she brought out another materia. This one was a healing magic, but a low level one. It wouldn't do much for her, and thus she thought it illogical for her to waste energy on a task that would not bring about an accomplished change. Her computer-like mind worked through what to do next. Surely there was somewhere close by with people. This world was full of people, just like any other, and there had to be SOMEONE out there. Shelke groaned as she pushed herself against the sand to her knees. The refreshing feeling of the water materia could still be felt around her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she could feel a change in the air. Something was...off. Call it instinct, or call it her knowledge that things usually go wrong with her ever since she left Deepground.
Shelke heard a rushing of wind, the change in the pressure around her was palpable, it was as if she could feel the danger, but she attributed that to the adrenaline rush that she got from waking up in the desert weak and wounded....again. She a rush of wind from something big landing. Her mind was still slightly muddled from the desert heat, but her fighting spirit was still intact. She just needed to stay alive long enough in the desert to find someone to heal her. Unfortunately for her, she found no healing materia from the girl she had met a while ago within the forest. "Hm?" Shelke murmured to herself as she heard a roar. Her head snapped to the side only for her to get a glimpse of a large mouth and huge teeth. Breathing in sharply, she stumbled as she reached for one of her collected materia that would help her, but she couldn't quite reach one in time. It was all for nought anyway when she would then become protected by a strange man.
Her mind couldn't quite grasp that this man would be familiar to her, only in data but still familiar. She blinked as she watched the man fend off the dragon. Shelke felt useless, and that made her annoyed. What good was she if she could not defend herself? She remembered her time in Deepground as she was mainly used behind the scenes as a data collector and manipulator. She wanted to be stronger than she had been made, which was considerable since her speed and strength were high levels like those of the other Tsviets. The main problem was her lack of mako. Shelke grimaced as she looked at her bracelet which showed how much mako she had left. 35% left. It was...enough, to do what she wanted to do. Standing shakily, Shelke reached for her belt which had her EM sabers. Sighing, Shelke pressed a button she should not ever press on her wrist. It was the injection button that allowed her to get more mako and give her a sort of boost in strength and speed for a short time. However, the downside is that she uses about 10% per boost and the boost lasts for about 20 minutes each time.
She dropped her bag of materia and did what she shouldn't....
Shelke pressed the button and felt a rush of mako flow through her body. Her eyes glowed a brighter blue. She stood up straighter, her body felt better and less in pain than before. Shelke stretched her neck and got into her fighting position with her sabers. Her finger flipped the switch on one of them and turned both of them on, letting the orange glow of the sharp blade appear, making her own eyes glow orange with them due to the power source being hooked up to her as well. Shelke used her speed to run quickly up next to the strange man and slice up at the dragons neck. She had 20 minutes and she wasn't about to waste it. Without waiting to see if the slash hit or not, she turned transparent only to run up next to the dragon's side and make an attempt to stab into the dragons hide and run along it to try to slice it open.
Like usual she fought quietly and forgot she had an audience around her.
Ugh. Terrible, short post is short and terrible. Hopefully they can start talking soon.
Why should the world exist without me?
Kuja had made a serious mistake.
What should have been routine quickly turned dangerous. He saw it in blur of black feathers. A gust of wind rustled his hair, there was a wave of displaced sand, and then a clash of metal on bone. The dragon gave a displeased cry as something sharp slashed against her teeth. Something red. A sword.
Yes, Kuja had made a dreadful mistake, indeed.
The man behind the sword stood with his stance braced and his eyes flaring. He wore a dark turtleneck covered in leather harnesses, plates, and belts. His hair was a windswept red and his eyes an unsettling blue, but his most startling aspect reached out behind him in a seven foot wing-span of black feathers and stretching muscle. Kuja eyed it carefully, glancing from the tip to the base and then back again wondering as to its purpose and why there was only one. The man was clearly not human, though Kuja doubted that he could fly regardless without a more streamlined shape and hollowed bones. This man was worth his attention with his wing and sword and unsettling eyes. Kuja opened his mouth to speak. Perhaps to apologize. Anything to set right his terrible mistake.
There was a flash of orange.
Kuja raised a hand instinctively, muttering words of magic as quickly as they'd come. There was a burst of light as something scraped against his barrier, barely constructed. The blades pierced his magic before it could form. His dragon cried out in pain. There was blood, dark and vibrant, and then another flash. Kuja's magic blared hot against his fingers and he his spells whipped against hot desert air. Protect. Shell. Cure. He threw them all forward with each renewed flick of his wrist. His dragon gave another cry -- weaker now -- and thrashed at the orange light with her claws. As soon as the attacker slowed, Kuja's hand had already come down with a spell.
"Thundaga!"
The air crackled with power before light burst from the cloudless sky. Electricity framed the attacker in vibrant purple. It was the girl. Clothed as any powerless native, but holding two glowing sabers and with eyes to match. As his magic erupted, Kuja glanced to his dragon -- bleeding and wounded, and hissed his native language. "Go. Fly now and leave me. Come back once I've dealt with them." The dragon gave a weak cry before stretching her wings and gaining altitude. Kuja took a step back, hand ready and magic flaring.
He had made a terrible mistake, but there was nothing that couldn't be fixed with enough talent and power.
Genesis wasn't sure what he'd intended, but a full-on fight wasn't on the list. The desert was too harsh and unforgiving for anyone to be expending this much energy, and although it was quickly apparent that none here gather was normal, it did not diminish the danger that was present in this environment. Genesis's blue gaze followed the orange blades perfectly as the girl came from behind him. The energy in her bones seemed somehow familiar, though he couldn't be sure. The look on the dragon rider's face was one of surprise and apprehension - replaced quickly with revulsion. He hadn't intended for this to turn into a fight either. Likely his beast had mistaken the girl for some carrion from the sky above, and was expecting a quick meal.
This was confirmed as he sent to dragon away into the sky, taking the fight on himself. Genesis could easily have flown up to give chase to the dragon, but annihilating this stranger was not on his list either. though, he really ought to give some thought as to what WAS on that list. The red-haired man had drawn back a pace while the injured dragon flailed and the short-haired girl attacked. With a flick of his gloved hand, he cast Regen on himself, and was grateful for it when the Thundaga came crashing from the skies. It wasn't aimed at him, but he could feel the heat crackling off of the powerful attack. Would the girl survive that onslaught? It was unclear. In either case, Genesis had no interest in following this raucous to it's conclusion. He didn't have the energy for it. lifting his hand and flicking his wrist, the black feathers that had been swept around the nearby sand came to life. Their edges sharpened as he called them, and the flew into the fray of orange sabers and magic that was the two other combatants. The feathers flew here and then, drawing attention and coming close but not striking either party (unless they got to close). Then, when the feathers had scattered around them, they froze in the air, like razors hanging from string.
"Yield. There is no call for this senselessness. We are more evolved than that, are we not?" His smooth, slightly venomous voice trailed out as he called to them. He hoped that his parlay for ceasefire would be met reasonably. It wasn't so much that he didn't enjoy a good round of combat - but they were all likely to die out here anyway - well, all save the one who could fly around on a dragon. "Not all embattled meetings must end in combat."
Shelke's computer-like mind raced to come up with answers to the probability of that lightning strike hitting her full on. Quick as her mind processed before she was sent to this world, she felt the mako energize her mind. She slipped her hand through to the pack on her hip and raised it with her saber just in time for the lightning to hit. Speed was always her friend and constant ally. The Shield Materia within her hand glowed brightly as it began to work. Her body was encased in a bright red, translucent shield that glowed brighter when the lightning hit. The blue from the lightning and the red from the Shield Materia made a violet hue around her as it hit. Grunting from the effort it took to keep her feet from buckling, she bent her knees with the force. It was only a moment, yet felt like minutes as the lightning hit her. There was another? Surely it couldn't be another dragon seeing as there was only one massive expanse within the sky at the time she looked up. However, nothing is impossible even though her logical computer mind thought otherwise.
She though she got off scott free, but the lightning did damage her sabers in that they started to fritz in and out. Cursing her luck, Shelke stood up fully when the lightning stopped and the shield materia faded as she let go of it's power. Stuffing the materia orb back into her hip bag, she stood there with her blue mako eyes almost glowing from the boost she had used a couple minutes ago. She had 17 minutes and counting. Knowing she had limited time, Shelke looked between the two men who she now stood between. Breathing slightly shallowly, she looked at her mako bracelet. 25% mako left to use. Not good if she had to use her boost again. Logic dictated that she shouldn't, but with how she just ran into a man with a black wing and a man with a dragon, she couldn't take unnecessary risks right now. The man to her left had said something. His voice...why did it sound so familiar?
Her mind flipped through data piles after data piles stored within as the ran his face through the many photographs she had been made to download to remember when in Deepground. Shinra's experiments were downloaded into her neural net due to her being used to access Lucretcia Crescents work and data. Shelke had encountered data on experiments such as Project G, Project S, and also the Soldier who was also part of their group, Angeal. The last man was also an experiment that she learned of when accessing Shira's database. What Shelke was focusing on right now was the man who looked very familiar with the red hair and black wing. Project G. She hadn't much time to react when her blue eyes flickered towards the man whom had thrown the lightning towards her. Placing her damaged sabers back into their holsters on her hip, she stood up straighter as she still felt the power of her mako boost her body for the remaining 16 minutes. He was unlike any she had encountered before, though he did resemble someone whom she thought was dead. Weiss was on her mind; it sent shivers down her spine at the thought of that man....that monster...coming back.
Weiss did not like traitors and Nero had branded her with the name traitor in their last encounter.
"Correct, though in this instance I was not the one who attacked first..." Shelke said in her same monotone computer-like voice. She remained emotionless in the wake of the two men before her. Her cold blue eyes flicked towards the white haired man once again. "Which now makes me feel obliged to ask why I was attacked in the first place. Could you not tame your beast?"
Shelke stood her ground, she would not be scared off by this man...this eerily similar man to her former leader and torturer. Perhaps simply in looks, that is. Deepground took her childhood, it took her innocence, but it did not take her humanity no matter how hard they pulled it from her mind and body. The undercurrent of sass was strong in this one.
The girl knew magic. In another time and another place, Kuja would have deemed this nearly impossible, but in this world, it didn't take much to suspend his disbelief. He'd thought himself a good judge of character on sight, but it seemed he hadn't taken this planet's odd rules into consideration. The girl raised her glowering blade a moment before his thunder hit, and his neck prickled with the deflected power of his own magic. Still, the girl fell just as he'd expected, dropping to her knees like a child. His heart raced with adrenaline. Perhaps in another time, he would have thought of some use for her beyond sating his bloodlust, but he couldn't think for the pain of his dragon echoing morbidly in the back of his mind.
This girl -- this useless, dying girl -- had the audacity to touch his dragon. His eyes flashed as he raised his hand again.
And then his target was lost in a flurry of black.
Kuja didn't initially understand what had happened. Had the girl cast a blinding spell? But there was no trace of further magic, and he could see strips of sunlight just fine. It was only when one of the motes of darkness tickled the back of his hand that he recognized it for what it was: a feather. And standing dramatically in the center of it all was the red-haired man, wing stretched like a barrier between them.
"Yield." The word was a command that seemed to halt time itself. "There is no call for this senselessness. We are more evolved than that, are we not?" His eyes darted from the girl and then to Kuja. "Not all embattled meetings must end in combat."
Kuja's fingers paused. His magic dimmed. Of course this strange man was right -- though only partially. Violence was almost always the least efficient answer to any given problem, and it should have been beneath him for something as trivial as this. But there was nothing evolutionary about it in the slightest. After all, Terra had been far more evolved than any civilization this planet had ever known, and they had destroyed themselves in fire. But that was a menial objection.
The man's point had come through nonetheless. Kuja lowered his hand.
"Pardon my actions," he said as amiably as he was able. "Such bloodlust is beneath me." For once he told the truth. He was not usually so incensed by violence. Still, his fingers twitched for the girl's blood.
Said girl did not make it easy to leave her alive. "Correct," she said with an infuriating lack of expression. "Though in this instance I was not the one who attacked first..." She glanced towards Kuja. "Which now makes me feel obliged to ask why I was attacked in the first place. Could you not tame your beast?"
Kuja's eyes narrowed. 'Idiot.' He shifted his arm behind him so that she wouldn't see the magic sparking in his hand. 'You tactless, unobservant, rash little-'
"My apologies," he said with a regretful smile. "I didn't mean you harm and of course my dragon is well-tamed. It was an honest mistake, and I do hope you can forgive me." Kuja gave a long, dreadful sigh before glancing at them from the corner of his eye.
"You see, my dragon is an apex predator, and there is very little for her here in these desolate sands. I'd thought you already dead or so close to it that there was nothing that could be done for you. And then -- well -- I defended her from attack. Again, you have my sincerest apologies."
Kuja swallowed back the insults on his tongue and extended a hand towards her. "Are you wounded? As you've seen, I'm a talented mage in both the destructive and curative arts. A few spells are the least I can offer you after the crime I nearly committed."
Shelke watched the man with interest, though she kept such interest hidden behind an emotionless mask. Her mako blue eyes glanced over towards the other man, but her interest held upon the man with the silver tongue. She had run into others like him, or at least others that felt like him. As if he were hiding more underneath the surface. She, however, could not distinguish more than her lack of trust in anything he said. Shelke was mostly a social outcast since her upbringing in Deepground. They did not teach friendship and social skills; they taught how to kill and to manipulate their targets. This man obviously had some skill in manipulation, though she could not verify such hypothesis with only just meeting the man once like this. Her body felt heavy as the mako took a toll on her; it faded from her body and sapped her bones of their strength. Had it been 10 minutes? Surely not. Shelke looked at her device on her arm quickly, it had only been five minutes, but that left 10 minutes for her to remain upright and in control.
Her eyes darted towards the violent, yet strangely suave, man before her. His dragon seemed to heed his commands absolutely, so why was she feeling like she was being blamed for the attack. The wind that came through the desert ruffled her short red hair. Taking a step back, Shelke glanced towards the bag she had dragged along with her. It was filled with materia upon materia. She had happened upon a traveler who seemed to have no need of it anymore. Logically speaking, the traveler should have kept it, but it seemed that luck was on Shelke's side and the young woman had gotten what she needed to survive. Though....she had to convert it to pure mako energy in order to use it. That was something she was not capable of. She was good at linking herself up to data terminals and gaining access there, but not with the science part that made her into what she is today. She understood the science behind it, yet the actual act upon which to
Hearing the man talk to her, she listened and then tilted her head at him with the same unemotional look she gave nearly everyone. Her logic told her that what he said was correct and were she in the same instance, she would have done the same. However, part of her told her not to trust him. It could have been the dragon attack, or it could have been his striking resemblance to Weiss....actually, it was the dragon attack mostly. "I see." Shelke's voice was emotionless and monotone, a computer to the core. "It was all merely a misunderstanding then. Clearly I am not dead." And with that, Shelke brushed off the entire incident. It was illogical to hold such grudges. Shelke's eyes glanced to her wrist when the man offered to heal her. Her wounds were superficial, though when she lost her strength in about five minutes, she was going to feel them all so much regardless.
Her hand instinctively went to her wrist when she felt the strength start to leave her body at long last. The faint beeping coming from her bracelet told her that she was nearing the 2 minute mark. If she didn't hit the button again, she would collapse in front of these men and have no way out of the desert. The light in her blue mako eyes dimmed a bit as her strength faded. She shook her head at his offer. She did not want to give this man any more reason to stick around. "I...I am fine. My wounds are merely superficial, nothing more."
The girl spoke like a soulless automaton. Expressionless. Nearly monotone. There was only the vaguest flicker of consciousness behind those eyes -- vibrant and blue like still water. They glowed with a light all their own, ethereal as the ebbing life of a wasted planet. Kuja crossed his arms to hide his nails, digging deep into the folds of his sleeves.
He'd never had any patience for soulless puppets.
"I see," the girl said with hardly a change in tone. "It was all merely a misunderstanding then. Clearly I am not dead."
Clearly. Kuja's lip curled at the thought. If only that winged swordsman hadn't interrupted him. This all could have ended in minutes, and he would have been air-born by now. Instead, he was required to waste his time on a girl who could hardly emote and whom he doubted was human. What a pity.
The girl didn't accept his offer immediately. Instead, she looked to her bracelet -- a kind of odd, electrical device with pulsing colors and numbers that could have meant anything -- and frowned. Her hand trembled as she touched the thing. Her eyes dulled faintly, and he could have sworn she looked paler. Clearly the bracelet meant something to her, though she wasn't about to say why. Instead, she shook her head and stuttered her reply. "I...I am fine. My wounds are merely superficial, nothing more."
So she didn't trust him. Perhaps she had some semblance of intelligence after all, or perhaps she had some other ulterior motive to keep her wounds unseen. Regardless, it was a suicidal move when she was so clearly weakened and miles from aid. Kuja blinked his surprise before leaning forward, a slight frown at his lips as he looked to her in concern. "You are certain?" he asked. "But you look so shaken. Unless you are capable of magic, then I must insist." He gave an airy wave of her hand, muttered a spell beneath his breath, and cast with hardly a thought. His magic sprang like ivy beneath her feet in long tendrils of blue-green light. It was only a minor cure spell, but with his mastered hand behind it, its touch would meld broken skin and numb her aches for hours. Kuja glanced at the girl's red-leathered savior, lips pursed as he scanned the man for approval. 'There,' he thought sharply, 'She'll live. Now won't you finally leave?'
He returned his attention to the girl. He wasn't quite finished with damage control yet. "Do you have any means to return home?" Kuja tilted his head, glancing from her rapidly dulling eyes to her pale lips. "It seems the desert has taken its toll on you. I could escort you from this place if you'd like." He gave an elegant arc of his hand, gesturing to where his dragon circled above them. "You don't seem in any condition to make the trip on your own."
