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Terra had spent many a month out within the wilderness as if expecting the very world to end around her at any moment. Waiting a few more days than she thought was needed. The Headstone Forest was now far behind her as she moved along farther and farther afield. The travel had been long and tedious but her red clothing was not all that damaged thanks to her cloak. Moving along she would approach the city of Provo.
She would wait for night and then she would slip into the city. Skipping past the guards of town was easy enough with her magical prowess and a use of a rather hastily used Vanish spell she made it inside. Walking through the city she managed to find an inn and she would stop within an alley near it and disable the spell. Reemerging from the spell she would release a held breath she had not known she had been holding.
Opening up the door to the inn she would slip inside noticing the rather empty bar and small resteraunt she would move and take a seat. Her eyes would just look around as she was trying to make certain that she drew as little attention that she could to herself.
Oh look. It's Ardyn's favorite activity. Creeping on people.
I'm an impatient traveler ready to turn ship.
This city was so droll.
Ardyn watched the people pass – quiet, unassuming, faded. They scurried along for some task or another: wake up, work enough to live, live enough to die. They were blinded horses on a scheduled track, and that was all dreadfully boring. Ardyn leaned against a weathered storefront, arms crossed and eyes wandering. It had been weeks since he’d last had a bit of excitement. Weeks since he’d crossed paths with Prompto.
Poor, unfortunate Prompto. Eternally the brightest star in the sky, and yet always blighted with misfortune. Ardyn had long wondered if Prompto had ever managed to find those friends of his. He wondered how they would react – one being stolen from time itself and the others weathered and jaded from ten years of eternal night. Ardyn wished he could see it, but following him would have been far too much. Ardyn was a man best handled in small, unexpected doses.
How amusing it would be when they crossed paths again! Perhaps he would know enough then to fear him. Though, of course, there was little to fear as of now. Ardyn had no master plans – no plots or schemes and not even an elaborate ruse ending in torture and tragedy. As of now, he was but a careless traveler caught on a breeze, spreading plague like dandelion seeds until they clouded the sky.
Ardyn let out a long sigh, shaking his head before scanning the crowd again. He found no messy, black hair. No cargo pants beneath a worn, overlong jacket. ’Are you hiding, Noct?’ The street was washed out. Grey with weathered bricks and weathered people. ’I’ve found all your friends, and I’m dreadfully bored.’ None of them would change the world. None of them would rise up to challenge him. They weren’t worth his time. ’You’ve evaded death, haven’t you? Evade it just for me. Rise against the gods so we can have this dance again!’
Noctis did not appear. There was only gray sweatshirts, timid children, and…a flash of green? Ardyn blinked, tilting his head at the sudden and unexpected color. It came from a woman, passing by without looking at him. She was small and unassuming, and yet there was something about her from her emerald hair to her elaborate bangles and scarves that caught his eye. Different. That was how Ardyn would best describe her. Different. Interesting.
He started behind her at a distance. He had nothing better to do, after all.
Her cape was adorned in flowers. Her golden heels tapped against the street -- quiet and timid as the steps of a sparrow. He sauntered some way behind her, slowly and thoughtlessly as though he wasn’t watching her in his peripheral vision. Her hair bounced against her shoulders and neck. She’d clipped golden plates next to ribbons and jewels. Beautiful, he would have thought if such things had mattered to him anymore. Instead, he gave her the best compliment he could manage: Memorable. Intriguing.
Likely to relieve his boredom.
She stopped outside a restaurant framed in oak doorways and latticed windows. There was a moment’s hesitation, a glance over her shoulder, before she slipped inside. Ardyn waited several minutes before following. She wouldn’t be difficult to find.
The pub she’d entered was like any other. Warm. Dim. Humid with liquor and slick perspiration. Ardyn gave the hostess a polite tip of his hat before scanning the tables. At first, he didn’t see her – as dark as it was – but it didn’t take long before his eyes caught that tell-tale flash of green in a far and isolated corner. She sat with her shoulders hunched, half-sunk into her chair with her eyes lowered. She looked for all the world like a woman who didn’t want to be bothered.
So, of course, he bothered her.
“Why, hello!” He gave her a jaunty kind of wave as he sauntered forward to meet her. “Pardon the intrusion. I just couldn’t help but notice…” He pulled out the seat across from her then perched there, legs half crossed as he leaned forward in interest. “You look different from all the others here. Stunning. Could you be one of those people I’ve heard so much about? The ones who dropped from the sky?” He sat up straight and clapped his hands together, eyes gleaming.
Terra was calming down as her anxiety over the people of the town settled and her mind stopped racing from possibilities of this of that happening. The dank liquor and sweat smell tickled her nose as she had taken her seat and tried to stay as hidden as possible. For the most part it would of seemed to of worked as the waitresses after making note of her arrival left her to her own devices. Which in turn allowed her to keep an eye on the place and its inhabitants. One by one she would scan the bar and take note of who all was there. A few of the men where obviously workers as they had stained shirts and a large stein of alcohol in front of themselves.
Her eyes moved toward the bartender who was a slightly older gentlemen that seemed to of seen many a day pass him. Closing her eyes she would let her mind finally settle as she swore she felt a presence approach her. Sighing to herself she would open her eyes to see if she could see exactly if someone was truly approaching her or if it was just happenstance. Yet it would seem that her efforts were for naught as a man approached her.
His initial greeting would fall upon deafened ears as Terra was hoping that he would be trying to say hello to someone else but it was not to be. She was in fact the main target of this man’s walk and thw honeyed words of Ardyn touched her ears as he took his seat. Her appearance was brought up and she was thankful on how dark the place was as her face had a slight blush to it thanks to his words. She was not used to being complimented as such and it brought her heart slightly aflutter. “Dropped from the sky? No I have not come from that way in quite a long time. I actually walked here.”
She knew the connotation to what it was that he had said as she had heard Edgar use that phrase several times across their travels to many unsuspecting women. A slight smile would curl the side of her lips as she lifted her gaze to take in Ardyn’s appearance. Her eyes took in the rather rugged good looks of the man who now sat opposite her as to Terra he reminded her a lot of some of the odler members of her travelling companions. “But I am not from this area if that is what you are insinuating good sir. I have only come to Provo to gather more supplies in the morning.”
Her words were something of a half truth as she did not truly know how long she would be within the town or why she was here. More that she wanted to be inside a city and now she would have to interact with people once more. Surely not one of her strongest suits by far.
The girl’s gaze lowered at his interest. “Dropped from the sky?” she repeated. “No, I have not come from that way in quite some time. I actually walked here.”
“Oh?” Ardyn tilted his head, eyebrow raised. What an odd thing to say. He couldn’t tell whether she had missed the expression or if she’d meant to be rude. Still, he gave a light laugh to cover for himself. “My then. My profoundest apologies. You looked far too interesting for walking. I thought you must have fallen from another world!” He leaned forward and flashed her a devilish smile. ”My mistake.”
Their eyes met. The girl had odd eyes – striking and violet like Ramuh’s thunder. They spoke of something mystical and unworldly veiled beneath fluttering mascara. He watched them for longer than he should have, perhaps. How intriguing. He wondered if they were gifts of the gods or merely evolutionary chance.
Her lips twitched into a faint and cautious smile. “But I am not from the area if that is what you are insinuating, good sir,” she continued. “I have only come to Provo to gather more supplies in the morning.”
“Good sir?” He blinked his surprise. Well that was a title he hadn’t heard in some time. Not for millennia, actually. Not since his exile. Not since he’d lost his last name. “Now, now! There’s no need for such formalities. Call me Ardyn, won’t you? Though my name is of little consequence.” He chuckled quietly as though he’d made a joke. Of course, he had but it wasn’t one she was likely to understand.
His name had been forgotten for far too long. The pages of history were such a cruel mistress.
“So tell me.” Ardyn propped his elbow on the table and supported his cheek in his palm. “Where do you hail from, if it isn’t here? Torensten? Sonora? Or, perhaps, elsewhere…?” His eyes wandered to hers again.
She would chuckle as she heard his compliment that she was far to interesting to be doing something so mundane as walking along. Yet she knew full that she was not all that mundane but she was specifically trying to make herself seem as absolutely mundane as much as she could. That devilish smile on his face made her once more feel her heart flutter ever so slightly. It was something that she had not really ever expected. Turning her head she would rub the back of her neck lightly as if she was calming herself down.
As her own eyes caught his she could feel something deep and dark behind them. As if he is holding back something horrible behind them. It would feel as if there was unspeakable things that he had seen and done. As he spoke about that she need not speak within such formalities. His name made her smile extend a little. “It is a pleasure to meet you then Ardyn. My name is Terra. Though I am curious as to why that your name is of little consequence.”
Her words were quiet and barely above the din of the bar. It would almost be evident that she was holding back a lot of energy behind her own self. As he asked her about where it was that she came from she closed her eyes and was deciding whether or not to tell him but decided to anyway. “I am from elsewhere. A small community named Mobliz.”
She was not going to tell him about the world that she came from. As to her that was information to hold close to herself. Reaching forward as the waitress placed a glass full of water before her and turn to Ardyn asking him about if he would like something to drink as well. After his response she would turn and walk away to either get him a drink or not. Terra would of watched this and spoke back up. “How about yourself Ardyn? Where have you come from if you do not mind me asking.”
I think Ardyn's on a date now. Didn't see this coming.
I'm an impatient traveler ready to turn ship.
Her smile widened. That was an unusual reaction to conversation with him, but he wouldn’t complain. He was used to uneasy glances, to uncomfortable shifting, and uncertain questions, but she kept leaning towards him, smiling and trying to meet his eye. Perhaps it was his natural charm. He did have that effect on women.
Sometimes.
Occasionally.
Generally when he flaunted his power or when the woman in question wasn’t the sharpest sword in the glaive.
She said her name was Terra. That it was a pleasure to meet him. “Oh, the pleasure is mine,” he replied with a sly smile. She was curious as to “why his name was of no consequence.” He chuckled at that. “You won’t need to worry about that,” he said. “It’s such a trifling matter.”
Unfortunately, it seemed the girl wasn’t familiar with ambiguous speech. It hardly mattered, however. Even the dullest sword could still serve as beautiful decoration.
And she was beautiful, though he was quickly growing bored of her. His original perception hadn’t changed – that she was the most interesting woman he’d seen in days – but if so, she wasn’t prone to showing it. She didn’t flinch at his interest. Didn’t tell him anything of note. She didn’t snap back to him in anger or seem even the slightest bit unnerved. Instead, she just sat there. Watching him with that small smile of hers – quiet, pretty, and hollow.
In other words, boring. Ardyn tapped his fingers across the top of the table and considered her quietly. He’d wanted a conflict, but he supposed a simpler distraction would do. Like a dinner date, perhaps. It was as good a use of his night as any, and perhaps the girl would surprise him. At worse, he’d be as bored as he’d been outside. At best, the night would end in a fight or a little company in his bed.
Ardyn smiled at the girl, tilting his head in interest. “Mobliz,” he repeated. “How fascinating.”
Ardyn smirked as the waiter stopped by their table and offered them both waters, as though they were a couple and his presence had at all been invited. The waiter himself was a handsome young man, sleek and polished with slicked back hair and a low buttoned collar. Ardyn winked at him as he ordered a bottle of red wine. “And two glasses, won’t you?” he added with a jab of his pointed finger. With that done, he threaded his hands together and leaned towards Terra. “On me, of course. It’s a lovely night for a drink, wouldn’t you say?”
He winked at her as well. Perhaps she’d understand the implication. Perhaps she wouldn’t. Either way, he was one step closer to a much more interesting night.
“As for where I come from…” Ardyn tilted his head, leaning it against his palm. He considered the ceiling. “I don’t remember a thing, I’m afraid. Quite tragic.” He let out a long, dramatic sigh. “Amnesia is such a terrible thing.”
As he waved off the question about his name being of no consequence she could not help but feel that curiosity within her pique up once more. Within her mind it would slowly go toward many a thing. Yet she was still figuring things out with her own scattered mind. That scattered mind was something that barely got better after she had confronted Chaos. Yet it would seem that it was only getting worse and worse as time went along. “It is a fascinating place… A nice small town on the seafront. Having to help keep the town alive after the world was destroyed by Kefka. Protect the city from unspeakable monsters…”
Speaking up without really thinking about what it was she was saying. Revealing something rather simple for her to say. When he ordered them both a bottle of red wine she would nod. “I am not one to turn down a rather nice red wine. It is not something that I would turn down if someone offers.” Her words were quiet and still barely above that of the din of the bar. As he spoke about being an amnesiac she would nod in agreement.
“Amnesia is not all that great to have. I have sympathy for you. Though to be honest there are times I wish I could forget. So much evil I have seen and had to fight against within my ruined world… Creatures wandering about with impunity til I stood against a few on my own. Thankfully it seemed that magic was their weakness which was surprising.” The words sliding from her lips rather softly but she was hoping that he would understand it.
She accepted the wine – a surprise given the situation, but a welcome one none the less. He wondered if it seemed at all odd to her that a strange man with even stranger mannerisms had followed her, approached her uninvited, and offered her a drink as though it was the most casual conclusion in the world, but of course, he had no answers. Perhaps she found it unnerving and chose to hide it. Perhaps she was the most naïve and trusting of women in the world. Regardless, it meant a free drink for her and a more interesting night for him. An unequal trade, if he had to say so himself, but only because he valued his distractions quite highly.
He thought that he would spend the rest of his night engaged in idle chatter as he swayed the poor girl with light compliments and his dashing smiles, but it seemed that was not to be. As the waiter left them and Ardyn launched into his dramatic lamentations about fictitious amnesia, the girl gave him perhaps the most beautiful response he could have asked for – truly a coupe de gras of sympathy and the English language alike.
”Amnesia is not all that great to have.”
For a moment, Ardyn could do no more than stare at her, blinking in idle surprise. His attention grazed over the rest of her words (something about events she wished to forget) as his mind caught on that one perfect sentence – the most earnest of understatements he had ever witnessed. Had he not fabricated the whole story, he might have been offended by it, but as it was, he could do nothing more than watch her, stunned, before erupting into a slow and thankful smile.
’Oh, how excellent!’
“Truly, amnesia isn’t great at all,” he sighed. “Neither is it enjoyable, liberating, or particularly convenient.” He looked at her and appreciated her quiet earnestness. She was mousy in her mannerisms – hunched and timid even as she glanced about for danger – but there was a certain virtue to mice. They were unlikely to cause problems, and were so much fun to play with.
Still, as he leaned forward in interest, he couldn’t help but pause as she continued. She spoke of a “ruined world” destroyed by someone he’d never heard of where she’d protected cities from “unspeakable monsters.” It all sounded very familiar. Far too familiar for coincidence, it seemed, but just familiar enough to amuse him endlessly.
“A ruined world?” he said, tilting his head. “I can’t even imagine.” He’d heard of other worlds from idle conversation. He knew he wasn’t the only one astray from his own time and place, and yet, this was something quite different. He didn’t know who this “Kefka” person was, but he wondered what he could have possibly done to “ruin” the world with abhorrent monsters. Was it worse than Ardyn’s own work?
Somehow, he doubted that.
“Please tell me more, won’t you? I must say you’ve piqued my interest.”
“Yes… It was a horrible place. To be first controlled by the madmen and his army. Then fighting him for what felt like decades but was only a few years.” She spoke lifting her gaze to look right at him. The magic within her swirling ever so slightly deep within her eyes almost showing her innate connection in the moment but she would blink closing her eyes once more as if keeping the power at bay.
Sighing she would take another drink of her water as she began to just blurt out her guts to this man. It had been a long time since she had even spoken to a person let alone someone who seemed to actually genuinely want to listen to her. “We chased after the one called Kefka all across the first world. Even managed to get him arrested by the leaders of his own country but then he usurped the Emperor and took over full command of everything and destroyed our world in a flurry of magical energies and a beam of pure magic we dubbed the Beam of Judgement…”
She was hoping that the wine would be coming soon as the tale was always hard for her to retell. Inhaling and exhaling a few times she continued. “The Beam destroyed the very planet below his massive tower from which he judged all the people…. Raising land from the sea and condemning other sections to the oceans depth. It was horrible as the town I came from.. he killed all the adults leaving the children to fend for themselves…”
She spoke in jumbled sentences of madmen and armies, of war and betrayal, and of magical destruction. The topic seemed so painful to her that she could only hold his gaze for a moment, hands folded and voice low. In that moment, he caught something there in those violet eyes that he hadn’t before – something dark and terrible that burned in the shadows.
Ardyn leaned forward, drawn towards that darkness, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. He searched the place it had left, but could find no hint of it in those timid eyes. Beautiful, but where had it gone? He hungered for it.
She told him about some “Kefka” character who had caused it all. Ardyn couldn’t deem much from her tale, but he seemed like the duplicitous type. The kind to cozy up to power and then watch it all crumble. She didn’t say how, but the man apparently had some kind of magical power worthy of “destroying the world in a flurry of magical energies and a beam of pure light.” Ardyn hummed quietly at that, thoughtful. He preferred a dark kind of destruction, personally. Quiet and creeping and oppressive. But he supposed it was to each their own. He wondered as to this man’s motivations. Had he done it for the fun of it? For revenge? For power? Or merely because he could? But that was of little importance. He doubted he’d ever find the man to ask regardless.
And if he did, he supposed they could share trade advice. ’Do tell of your magical methods, won’t you? I use daemons myself. Such a slow process, but incredibly effective if you have the patience for it.’
Ardyn nearly laughed at the thought.
“How terrible,” he said, shaking his head. “To think of so many lives lost…” His eyes trailed from her hands, pale and trembling, to her downcast gaze. His mouth twitched in a smile before he leaned back in his chair, head tilted up to consider the ceiling. “But that’s the way of things, isn’t it? There’s not a thing to do now.”
He imagined the flashes of destructive energy – dry and hot – striking life from the earth. It must have looked something like the siege of Insomnia. His heart had pounded then with bloodlust and adrenaline. He hadn’t felt so alive in centuries, and the lingering memory of it burned in him even now. Watching the city crumble had been its own reward for his plotting. It had been so uplifting. So satisfying.
He found himself smirking before he could think better of it, but he didn’t have time to linger before the waiter had appeared, and Ardyn sat forward grinning amiably. “Ah, and here we are! It seems our time of waiting has come to an end!”
Ardyn gave the waiter a suggestive look as he set down their glasses and the bottle between them. “Thank you so very much.” He said each word slowly until they dripped with subtext made manifest as his eyes lingered on the collar of the man’s button-down shirt. With that done, returned his attention to Terra, clapping his hands together in emphasis. “Well then! That’s enough of our dour talk, wouldn’t you say? Now’s the time for pleasant company and interesting conversation.” He reached for the bottle and poured himself half a glass before positioning it over hers.
