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Post by Faris Scherwiz on Nov 6, 2018 8:06:46 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@bartz , @lennatycoon
Hurray for kidnapping!
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Bartz was here. Faris still couldn’t wrap his around it. After all his time worrying. After all his time longing for his friends, his crew, for a single familiar face, Bartz was here and standing beside him. If you’d have asked him a month ago how he’d feel seeing him again, Faris would’ve said that he’d never have felt such relief even as he’d lopped him upside the head for leaving him alone so long. Faris should have thanked the gods, the crystals, and every alignment of stars for their reunion, and yet…
”You still don’t remember a thing?” Faris glanced back at him, to the familiar face of one of the only people in the world he’d have trusted with his life. His best friend in three world combined next to Lenna, and someone he’d have thrown himself in front of a behemoth for even if they didn’t always get along. Seeing him like this, without a clue of who Faris was, it felt almost like losing him all over again.
”Well, there’s nothing for it, I guess. When Galuf found his head rattled, we all just had to live with it until he got himself straight. As long as you don’t wander off a cliff somewhere, you’ll fill that empty head of yours eventually. Until then, I’ll make sure you don’t get yourself killed. You and Lenna.”
Faris bit his tongue as he rounded the corner to the inn. It was like the world was playing some kind of cosmic joke. You want your friends back? Wish granted, but only if it's like you never met at all! It was cruel. It was infuriating, but it was also life. Faris had never been one for feeling sorry for himself. No, he was much more a man of action.
And right now, his only course of action was to keep the two people closest to him from harm.
The inn was nicer than the dives Faris usually frequented. Which meant that there weren’t any cracks in the ceiling and it didn’t smell perpetually of booze. It was the kind of place that usually frowned on brigands like Faris and that Faris usually frowned right back at, but he’d have still gone even stuffier if it meant keeping Lenna comfortable. They could barely afford a room like this with its clean windows and quiet neighbors, but Faris would never tell her exactly how much he worried at night. She didn’t need to know that. No, all Lenna needed to do was rest and get both her jobs and her memory back in turn.
He supposed that was the same for Bartz, but Faris couldn’t help a distinct lack of sympathy for the man she dragged behind her. Bartz wasn’t someone who needed protecting in the best of times, and in the worst, he’d also needed a good tongue lashing afterwards for whatever dangerous scheme he’d gotten himself into. Maybe that was why Faris hadn’t bothered to ask his opinion on the subject of his future. Whatever he’d gotten himself into, it was always Faris’ job to drag him back out.
”Lenna, I’m back!” Faris fumbled with his keys, only then remembering just how many drinks he’d slammed down on another’s dime. After a moment, he managed to align the key with the lock and pushed open the door, barging inside before looking back to Bartz. ”You’d better act well even if you don’t remember her. She’s my sister, and I won’t stand for it if you offend her!” With that said, Faris pushed farther inside, looking around for Lenna as he went.
”Lenna, I brought someone with me. Do you remember Bartz? Come here and look at him! Finding me did wonders for you, so maybe it’ll bring something back!”
Lenna’s days after returning with Faris from some misadventures fighting bandits had been nice and pleasant. As the pair had managed to get in good with the building owner so the room, they had was nice and simple. All the luxury that her sister showered down onto her was things that she did not expect nor really want all that often. Yet Faris always insisted that her sister deserved it. So here she was sitting there looking out the window at the daylight outside as it seemed to be slowly fading.
The daylight faded away and Lenna sighed as Faris did not return right away. “Probably out drinking… Oh well just means I can focus on my own stuff. Need to focus more on these jobs…” Talking to herself she moved into the center of the room. Changing jobs between those that she had been perfecting when Faris was not home. She had just transformed into the black mage job as Faris entered loudly after announcing his presence.
“You had me worried sick… and our neighbors will complain if you are loud again Faris. Try to keep it down a notch or…” Her words trailed off as she saw the figure behind Faris as she entered. Her mind instantly telling her exactly who that was. It was Bartz the chocobo rider and man who had helped set about their entire journey. The guise of the black mage slipped away as she could not help but feel tears well up in her eyes.
For the first time since finding her sister things just fell on her once more. Entirely wanting to just go and hug someone and that is what she did. Running over she hugged the both of them. “How could I forget him… The guy who started us all down that crazy path that led to us being heroes…”
This was all getting a little out of hand as far as Bartz was concerned. His flight response had kicked in long before Faris had somehow managed to stronghold him all the way back to the hotel were he and some girl, his sister, were staying. Bartz just shrugged as Faris kept talking at him. Best case scenario he had himself a fan club and maybe some answers as to where Boko was. Worse case scenario this was some serial killer with a vendetta against him from their home world leading him from the public eye. Either way Bartz was in it for the adventure of it all.
Bartz let out a low whistle as he looked up at the establishment they were about to enter. "Wow, seems a little high class," he was about to add 'for you', but had a strange sense that he would have been smacked for such a comment. They were probably sleeping on real beds instead of tree roots and blankets of violets. It was the type of establishment that Bartz found himself at or in this case drug to rather than the kind he sought out for himself. When they came to the room, Bartz gave Faris a flippant hand wave when he his grave warning about offending his sister. "A perfect gentleman," he would tease testing the waters as to the man's humor
One second he was chuckling at the though of the adjoining rooms trying to confront this drunk pirate about noise complaints and the next he was in the middle of a group hug. "Ugh..." he stammered not returning the hug waiting for it to dissipate on its own accord. He began to wiggle his way out of the embrace after it lingered to long for comfort. There was that word again: heroes. It made him feel uncomfortable. He wasn't a hero; sure he would help a kitten stuck in a tree or help a kid find his mom, but he hoped anyone would do that. Bartz was more than content just drifting along like the wind itself not growing roots.
Still the idea that two people would know him and try to convince him of a narrative he was sure he had never taken was odd. He'd listen to their wild stories, maybe score a place to sleep for the night and bounce the next day. "Are you guys sure you have the right person?" he laughed running his hand through his already messy and tumbled hair, "I mean I could just bare a handsomely good resemblance to a Bartz you know. It's out there but makes about as much sense as being a 'hero'." Bartz then extended his hand to the pink haired girl remembering that Faris had threatened violence if he was uncouth, "Ah, sorry, you must be Lenna. Your brother here was telling me about you."
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Nov 21, 2018 14:10:03 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@bartz , @lennatycoon
Sorry Bartz
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
“You had me worried sick.” Lenna came around the corner, dressed in the formless blue robes and pointed hat of a black mage. She must have been practicing again. ”And our neighbors will complain if you are loud again Faris. Try to keep it down a notch or…” She trailed off as her eyes found Bartz. Faris grinned, glancing between them and praying to the crystals that the silence would break with some great revelation and that maybe it would all work out in his favor.
Lenna’s robes shattered in a flash of light and she was left standing there in her usual pink dress, mouth slightly ajar and eyes wavering. She rushed forward and threw her arms around the both of them. ”How could I forget him? The guy who started us all down that crazy path that led to us being heroes?”
Faris tensed awkwardly at her touch but wrapped his free arm around her waist anyway. ”That’s right, Lenna,” he said, even though he would have argued it was Lenna who'd started them down that path. ”It’s Bartz. I found him.” She noticed him wriggling beside him, and broke up the hug give him space. To tell the truth, Faris needed the room to breathe as well. Bartz danced away the second he was free.
”Are you guys sure you have the right person?" Bartz laughed nervously and tussled his hair. ”I mean I could just bare a handsomely good resemblance to a Bartz you know. It's out there but makes about as much sense as being a 'hero'." Then he glanced between them and thrust a hand out Lenna’s way, introducing himself like they’d never met before. Though his continued memory loss ruffled Faris’ feathers, he couldn’t help an approving look at the introduction and let Lenna answer before he’d round on Bartz again.
”I’m more sure than I’ve been of anything in my life!” Faris put his hands on his hips and looked him over. ”And you showed me a shard of the wind crystal yourself! That proves it, doesn’t it? You’re a Warrior of Light whether you remember it or not! And a damn good man at that. You don’t have to be a hero if you don’t want it -- I don’t much like the word myself -- but you’re a friend if nothing else, and I don’t let my friends go wandering about without a clue of who they are. Or a way to fend off the monsters at that.”
He crossed his arms and leaned back on his heel, casting him a kind of friendly smirk. ”Accept it, lad. We’re here for you whether you like it or not. Even if your memories got lost at sea when you were thrown headfirst into a new world. That’s all the more reason to stick together.”
Lenna realized that she was suffocating the others with her hug, but just as quickly Bartz slipped away and she pulled away from Faris at the same time. She would need to remember that in the future that she should not try a group hug with all of them. “I could tell that you are the right person because the crystal told me the moment that I saw him… Just like how it made me remember you Faris… How it is slowly giving me back all of my memories.”
Words spoken quietly and softly in response to Bartz’s comment about being certain about who he was. It seemed that her sister was playing the role of her brother. This was something that Lenna would not dissuade her from saying anything differently. Today had been just another normal day but now it is something so much more. It was now a reunion of two people that lost their memories by all appearances and her sister. Three old comrades that fought against incredible odds and now must face another one. A task to try and make people remember.
She laughed lightly at Bartz’s action. As it was something, she was not actually expecting from him. A formalized handshake from Bartz was not the greeting that her miniscule memories had prepared her for. Listening to her sister talk Faris chuckled to herself. “Aye you are stuck with us now. I barely remember anything but I do remember you Bartz. You an old friend of ours… As Faris said this is a new world. One that is seemingly drawing people from all different places together. It has jumbled many of our brains and made many forget things except who they are and the powers they hold. So, trust me I understand completely what is going on in your head.”
Lenna spoke softly and with a purpose as the words were spoken quietly. Yet she had selected them all specifically to mirror what she had felt. As she had also lost all her memories and she just hoped to help someone else begin to piece everything back together.
Bartz felt uncomfortable as the brother and sister kept up with their claims of friendship and companionship. He gave a forced hesitant laugh when they both seemed to be in agreement that he was stuck with the two of them. They must really not know him if they really thought that he would stick about come daybreak. He turned from the duo after the handshake, sighing as he ran his hands through his hair again. If it had been just Lenna than maybe he would felt more compelled to take care of her. A maiden lost and unaware of their self was not match for the wildness of the world, but it seemed she already had her brother with her. And if there was one thing he had already gathered, it was that Faris needed no protecting.
"Well," Bartz said trying to think of anything to say, "Seems that my piece of rock doesn't feel like doing much talking." He fished out the green jewel from his pocket. "You guys listen to rocks often?" he jabbed lightheartedly at Lenna's comment about the crystal telling her that they knew each other. It was true though. This little piece of rock had done nothing but weigh down his trousers ever since he came to this new world. He sighed as he put the stone back into his pocket, and turned back to face them.
If they wanted him to stick around he wasn't going to pass up on the free board now that he had already messed up his bar tending gig. Spotting a small sofa near the vanity, Bartz sat on it wrapping his legs underneath himself and lay on it. "Enough about me. I think the more interesting question," he said eyes bouncing between the purple haired man and the pink haired lass and his fingers criss-crossing, "is how you two are related. Your folks get married and you two just hit it off? A pirate captain and," he didn't know what Lenna was aside from soft spoken, "whatever you do, siblings. That's really something." Bartz interested himself with a small blank paper on the vanity twisting and tearing it in his fingers as he waited for one of them to speak looking at it instead of them.
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Nov 28, 2018 16:05:12 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@bartz , @lennatycoon
Backstory, ahoy!
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Lenna agreed with him. Of course she did! They were sisters after all! And they both expressed just how much Bartz meant to them even if they did it in their own ways. Lenna had always been better at talking emotion than Faris. She had that special kind of softness to her that Faris could never emulate even if he’d wanted to. He hoped Bartz would understand in his own dim-witted way. He was a hopeless adventurer at heart, and somehow Faris doubted he’d take kindly to being held back by strangers.
In fact, if it were anyone else, Faris would have said that they’d come off as overbearing. But this was Bartz. The mere idea of it was ridiculous.
Still, Bartz just stood there awkwardly. Whatever miracle had jogged Lenna’s memory didn’t seem to do a damned thing for Bartz. ”Well. Doesn’t seem like my piece of rock feels like talking.” He pulled it out of his pocket and held it out in the palm of his hand. ”You guys listen to rocks often?”
Faris gave him a hard look that implied every bit of his stupidity. ”They’re crystals, not rocks, you dullard. And they only talk when they’re whole. Not in these puny shards.” Faris rocked on his heels and tossed his hair over his shoulder. ”We can show you how to use them well enough. Once we’ve gotten into it, I’m sure it’ll all come back to you. You were as much a master with them as any of us, and I’d say you’ll have the knack again.”
Bartz moved towards their coach and fell into it, sprawling there with a kind of reckless abandon that Faris would only expect from either a nomad or a pirate. ”Enough about me,” he said. ”I think the more interesting question is how you two are related. Your folks get married and you two just hit it off? A pirate captain and…” He trailed off as his eyes landed on Lenna. ”Whatever you do. Siblings. That’s really something.”
Bartz grabbed for a paper on the end table next to him, twisting it between his fingers and Faris recognized it as nerves. Bartz wasn’t a stranger to attention, but he’d never been one for the full spotlight.
”Well, we’re sisters for one,” Faris said, his nose wrinkling at reveal of his secrets even though Bartz already technically knew them. ”Royalty, apparently, except I got dropped into the sea when I was hardly old enough to keep myself afloat! A band of pirates came along and I hadn’t a clue of where I came from. All they got was my name, and the wrong one at that. I guess you can’t rely on someone without all their teeth to speak clearly.” Faris shook his head, tossing his hair back again. He didn’t like talking about his origins anymore than he likes talking about his life as a princess. It just didn’t feel quite like him.
”Lenna here’s the queen of Tycoon. That’s a kingdom if you’re not caught up. I’m the older of us, but I wouldn’t know the first thing about leading anything but a ship! Besides, pirating’s much more my style.” Faris gave a short laugh that came out only a little hollow. He’d had enough time to mostly come to terms with his identity. Mostly.
”And that’s about it unless Lenna got something to add. Her head’s almost as mucked up as yours though so she’s lost nearly all of it. Well, about her history at least.”
