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Well, not a throne exactly. An armchair, perhaps, or a very tall stool. Regardless, he’d perched at the edge of one of the only rooftops still intact after the earthquakes, one leg dangling over the side. His other knee was bent carelessly towards him as he leaned back on a palm. This town was starting to bore him. It wasn’t that it lacked chaos -- no, there was plenty of that -- only that the he’d run short on those who could appreciate it. Within those first nights, the survivors had quickly fled or died. In the end, he was left with nothing to toy with but the odd mercenary seeking to quell the tides of the monsters that lurked here.
They’d found little success. Well, not under the cover of night at least.
Ardyn’s eyes flicked to a violet-hued monstrosity lurking in the shadows below. While his daemons were in fact far more agile and dangerous than the shambling husks that had come before, they also had the unfortunate habit of fleeing the light of the sun. By the time that Ardyn had realized his error, he’d already made a considerable dent on the daemons’ more diurnal cousins which left the streets nearly traversable by day. A rather sad state of affairs, but he supposed what he’d lost in quantity he’d gained in quality. The rotting corpses would have been cleared in a matter of weeks. He doubted his daemons would ever truly lose their grip on these haunted halls.
Ardyn yawned, stretching his arms over his head. He had only half finished when he paused. A new sound had overtaken the gibbering of roaming daemons. Was that a sword?
It certainly seemed so though he couldn’t tell from so far away. Regardless, it was by no means a monster, and Ardyn rose to his feet, smirking. It seemed a cure for his boredom had fallen into his hands.
”What a shame it would be to waste it.” Ardyn chuckled beneath his breath before setting his eye on the distant sounds of destruction. In moments, he’d lost his form, dodging from one rooftop to another in a stream of darkness.
It seemed another hero had entered the fray looking for battle. And Ardyn would hate to disappoint.
[attr="class","momoPNotes"] "My foes [break] They can't destroy my body"
[attr="class","momoPBody"] That was one. [break][break] The shambling corpse fell limp near the silver haired swordsman, hardly within arm’s reach for it to even be lethal. A scoff followed as his weapon's thin blade returned to its scabbard. He had not been on this new world long and there were already undead creatures trying to take a bite out of him. Yet here he was at a place called Metaia. Although a temple sat at the center, there were other buildings within close proximity. It seemed to be a region of religious significance. Too bad their faith couldn’t shield them from the hungering dead. [break][break] Two. Three. [break][break] Another pair of dead approached and met the same fatal consequence as the other. A trail of bodies was now forming behind him, but Asael did not care. He was here for the man in black, the one that had been haunting his nightmares ever since he regained control of himself. And although there may have been no tangible proof that his tormentor was even in this world, the Clone could feel the presence of Sephiroth’s existence. It continued to fuel the hate that was building inside of him. [break][break] Four bodies. Five bodies. [break][break] What a cruel fate this must have been for the local populace. To lose all sentience and mindlessly wander their former home, trying to cure an unending hunger. Even with their wounds, the dead showed no pain. No fear. No hope. Their mindlessness only carried them to their second death, which they seemed not to care for, either. They would watch one of their fellow undead meet its end and follow in its footsteps in the exact same manor. It was pitiful. [break][break] Six. Seven. Eight. [break][break] With each approaching ghoul, Asael calmly and quickly showed a flash of steel, decapitating and often dismembering whatever was in his way. He maintained his composure, effortlessly cutting down the walking cadavers in his path. And with each kill, his blade returned to its home. The Iaido style of swordplay helped him remain calm with his discipline never waning. The dead were wanting, and he was in a giving mood. [break][break] Nine. Nine bodies on the floor. [break][break] The trail of bodies and detached parts continued to grow and the sounds of steel crossing bone continued to bring in a larger crowd. Asael had yet to meet an actual challenge since his awakening and saw this as an opportunity to test himself, to find out what he was truly capable of. He held off and slaying any more dead, instead moving closer to the temple in order to allow the horde to grow in size. He would have his challenge, one way or another.
The sound, it turned out, was a sword and that sword was wielded by a man. Ardyn reformed on a rooftop above him, head tilted and cheek in his palm. The man was dressed in sleek black. His white hair had been slicked back into messy locks and his hands were filthy with dried flesh and sinew. Ardyn had grown used to the usual reactions -- panting, fear, a tinge of panic -- but this man kept as expressionless as he was poised. Ardyn clicked his tongue.
Perhaps he could still amuse himself after all.
”Oh dear. You’ve made quite the mess, haven’t you?” Ardyn glanced from the bisected husks to the flurry of limbs that had been separated from them. The swordsman really had spared no restraint in his craft. He didn’t seem the gentle type. ”And here I’d worked so hard on it. I’d dare say you’ve ruined the effect!” Ardyn gave a dramatic sigh. He took a few leisurely steps along the roof’s edge, rolling his heels as he went. And where were his daemons when he needed them? Off haunting the corners of a back alley no doubt.
”Not to worry. It’s nothing that can’t be rectified.” He stopped and turned to the man again. There was something about his eyes that caught Ardyn’s interest. They were clear as a knife’s edge and twice as sharp. Somehow he doubted that the swordsman had any philanthropic intentions.
”Now you!” Ardyn held up a finger. ”Seem like a man on a mission. I’d sorry to say there’s naught but ruin left. What, pray tell, might have caught your eye?” Ardyn smiled. ”I’ve never been one to turn down a story.”
[attr="class","momoPNotes"] "My foes [break] They can't destroy my body"
[attr="class","momoPBody"] The clone had been so focused on progressing through the town of the dead that he hadn't noticed the stranger idling along the rooftop. The voice shot at him in a way that caught him off guard, though his composure never broke. Instead he would only pause in the center of the road. Asael's eyes shifted towards the stranger, his head following only after hecould clearly see him. The strange man's mannerisms were odd and he seemed entertained by causing this macabre of undeath. [Break][Break] "Hmph." [Break][Break] Asael didn't care for this sort of charade. Whatever this man did to this place was none of his concern. He didn't care for these people that he had never known. He didn't care for the corpses shambled around looking for a fresh meal, unless they were in his way. And he certainly didn't care for this twisted amusement that the deranged stranger created. [Break][Break] But Asael was here on a mission, but perhaps this man could point him in the right direction at the very least. "My story is not important. I am looking for someone." Details were important, they always were. He could already see how this conversation was likely to go. The man would ask for the details, Asael would comply, and the man would ask for something in return. They always did. [Break][Break] "Silver hair, black coat, long sword." Of course, there would need to be some distinctions made. Asael may have been a replica, but Sephiroth definitely had his own features that separated the two in appearance. To keep the stranger from responding with something like 'you fit that description', Asael would have to add more. [Break][Break] "His hair is longer than mine, as is his weapon." Giving the description brought back short flashes of that dreaded dream. Asael's eye twitched as he suppressed his inner rage. He couldn't explain why, but almost every time he imagined Sephiroth and that dream, his inner hatred would burn hotter than the last time. He had to maintain control. [Break][Break] The stranger didn't seem to be the type to enjoy short answers, though. If Asael must entertain him, then he would have to do so. To a very minimal extent, that is. [Break][Break] "Him and I; we need to...exchange some words."
Sure does help to be writing the character you're looking for lol
I'm an impatient traveler ready to turn ship.
”Looking for someone? Here?” Ardyn’s smile widened. ”Well I’d dare say you’re out of luck. There’s not a living soul about that I’m aware of. Well not truly living anyway.” Ardyn chuckled to himself. Did he himself qualify amongst that number? He found that he didn’t particularly care.
”Though those features...Hm. Where have I seen them before?” Ardyn touched at his cheek. Now that he thought about it, it did seem somewhat familiar. Perhaps. It was hard to say with all the faces he’d seen flitting through the wreckage in those first days. ”Black coat...Silver hair...Long sword…” He tilted his head to consider the sky. He held up a finger. ”Now, now! Don’t rush me! It’s on the tip of my tongue!”
Those were quite distinctive features, and not only because of the man before him. In fact, the man reminded him of someone he’d seen recently, but as for who…
Black coat, silver hair, long sword…
”Ah-hah!” Ardyn snapped his fingers. ”That’s it! I saw someone of the like flying overhead! It was on one wing, quite the curious thing. With another man in red, I believe. A friend of yours? Or...” His eyes caught on the man’s features again. They glinted in interest. ”A brother perhaps?”
Either way, it couldn’t be a search of good intentions. The man was absolutely simmering with rage. How interesting. Perhaps this would prove worthwhile after all. It sounded like quite the show.
”Words. Now that does sound serious.” Ardyn tilted his head. ”Perhaps I could be of some assistance?”
[attr="class","momoPNotes"] "My foes [break] They can't destroy my body"
[attr="class","momoPBody"] "Flying?" That was quite a feature, one that Asael had yet to learn about Sephiroth. For a moment, it even made him question whether or not it was even the right person. That is, until the stranger added an additional comment at the end of his explanation. A brother. The idea of being kin to such a person made his inner rage go wild. But by simply closing his eyes and taking a breath, the clone maintained composure once more.
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"No, I only need to know where he went." He would again attempt to withdraw himself from the situation at hand. Asael still suspected that this man would expect something in return for his assistance. Whatever his game was, the outsider wanted no part in it.
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There was one other detail that stuck out to him, though. The man claimed that there was another individual that traveled with his target. A man in a red coat. There was more going on with Sephiroth than he could have predicted, but to Asael this would only mean that there was another person in his way that he may have to cut down. The feeling did not bother him.
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While Asael had been conversing with his new acquaintance, that horde of undead continued to grow and follow, eventually catching up to his position. It wouldn't be until one of the zombies broke a rotting fence post that Asael's attention turned to them. There wouldn't be any way around them now; the crowd had to be dealt with. After giving one last glance up at Ardyn, the man in black took a few steps back and prepared for combat.
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While the cavernous dead reached out towards the outlander, Asael drew a foot back to taker his stance. One hand reached over to grasp the handle of his weapon, Xerter. Rather than draw it immediately, the sheath began to radiate with a violet aura while the blade gathered power within it. When the moment came, Asael dashed towards the crowd of walking corpses. His movement was quick, leaving behind a darkened blur that trailed behind him, as well as a dozen of bright flashes of steel. Within a second, he had moved through the group of zombies to the other side and attacked with such a blinding flurry of strikes that the ghoulish creatures fell apart into diced pieces. If there was a way to make a horrific scene of cannibalistic undead even more disgusting, Asael had achieved it.
”Hm.” Ardyn considered him over the top of his wrist. The man in black had refused his help -- a pity, he’d have loved to have taken up the act. But where did that leave him? Ardyn certainly couldn’t let him go without some kind of recompense. The man was simply too serious to amuse with his sharp eyes and his sharper sword. What was he to do with him? Now that was the question.
As it turned out, it wasn’t yet his decision to make. Another horde of disappointingly non-daemonic undead followed the sound to their newest victim. Ardyn hummed at them before lowering himself to the roof’s shingle tiles and watching them with a lazy flick of his heel over the side. It was quite the spectacle no matter how short. One moment the undead swarmed about him like the grimmest of waves, and the next they were dismantled in a flurry of sword strikes. Ardyn could hardly follow it himself. Quite the exquisite display.
”What a mess you’ve made.” Ardyn clicked his tongue in mock disapproval. ”And all of those lives taken. How could you?” He chuckled to himself before spreading out across the rooftop and pressing his palms back behind him. The moon rose like a gleaming amulet across the starless sky. What an odd sight. Ardyn’s eyes softened on it for the briefest of moments before he remembered himself again. He wasn’t alone, was he?
”Well. If all you’re after is a direction then I suppose I’m of no use, am I?” Ardyn let out a dramatic sigh. ”Such a slight! But alas!”
Ardyn glanced down and met the man’s eye before his lips twitched into a smirk. He dissipated in a moment, rushing forward in a stream of black smoke before materializing perched on a nearby lamp post. The extinguished lantern swung below his weight, but he paid it no mind as he leaned forward to eye the man below him.
Serious. Sharp. Oh, he would do quite nicely.
”Care to share what’s in that head of yours?” Ardyn’s smile widened. ”I’m simply dying to know.”
[attr="class","momoPNotes"] "My foes [break] They can't destroy my body"
[attr="class","momoPBody"] "Tch."
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They had no lives, not anymore Asael thought to himself while dusting off small fragments of flesh from his sleeves. He was hoping that this encounter would have gone more smoothly. However, the stranger took some some enjoyment in evading the question.
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"You're quite obnoxious," Asael stated, watching Ardyn display his gimmicks. Still, all he wanted was to know where Sephiroth was heading. It was clear now that the trickster would hold that information hostage so that Asael would divulge his story.
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The thought of cutting off parts of the man until the information spilled out did cross Asael's mind, but he had just shown that the two were relatively the same in terms of speed. The man seemed very deceptive, which meant that it was likely an intentional display of agility. And if this man can raise the dead, then there was some deeper power hiding beneath the surface. A power that the clone may be able to have as his own if he played his cards right.
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"Fine." A sigh followed as he came to terms with the fact that he really had no choice but to play this game. "I have no memory of my life prior to coming to this realm. But that man, he haunts my dreams. And I know he has the answers I'm looking for." Irritation began to surfaced but was quickly suppressed. "And I want to know how he was able to control us. How he led us to our deaths."
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Something felt different. Out of all the times he thought about the dreams, Asael would always focus on himself. He wanted to know why he was used, why he was powerless, and why Sephiroth wanted him dead. Now for the first time, Asael thought not only of himself, but of us. That meant all of the other clones Sephiroth killed. And it was not a conscious decision either. It happened like a reflex and it shocked him into questioning whether or not he actually cared about all of the other clones. That, or if there was another force playing with his consciousness, just like before.
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The philosophical thoughts took over, but he needed to stay focused on the situation at hand. Waiting for a response, Asael half turned from the man with his arms crossed and eyes closed.
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"The story is not impressive by any means, but path I take to my goals may be what makes it more interesting."
”Now that is a predicament. And what is that path, I wonder?” Ardyn clicked his tongue. A beautiful thing, revenge. He’d taken it in spades or so he’d thought. Quite the cruel trick the gods had played. ’Yes, yes. Won’t you heal the sick? Ah, but not like that. No, I quite think I’ll damn you to darkness. Would you mind terribly if I sacrificed you to our cause? I'll not take no for an answer!’
He quite hated Bahamut.
”Revenge is a fickle thing. Long sought, often trifling. I’d dare say it’s not worth the effort.” Ardyn glanced at him, trying to meet his eye, before you turned to shadow again and trailed down until he stood before him. ”What would you do for this revenge, I wonder? Kill? Die? Or perhaps something more…?”
Ardyn smirked and strolled around him, pacing like a predatory cat. He hadn’t a clue of what he was doing, in truth, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t toy with the man before him. He hadn’t met a soul in days after all. This town was beginning to bore him.
”I know one way to reveal your memories.” A method he doubted the man would be overly fond of. Daemons never were. ”A nasty dealing, but effective all the same. Perhaps I could lend you a sliver of my power?” Ardyn stopped and tilted his head towards him. Whether he agreed or not, it hardly made a difference. His story had caught Ardyn’s interest, and he itched to see what lurked within his head.
”Would you dabble with darkness? Embrace it? Oh! But what am I saying! You’re far too sensible for that!To take on such corruption!” But would he? Ardyn certainly had. And did he regret it? On the contrary, he hadn’t regretted a thing since.
”Careful,” he said, meeting the man’s eye. ”Or you’ll lose yourself.”
[attr="class","momoPNotes"] "My foes [break] They can't destroy my body"
[attr="class","momoPBody"] The man's proposal was tempting. Very tempting. To do something as simple as taking his hand seemed too good to be true. But the comments that Ardyn tacked on at the end brought on more concerns. Dabbling with darkness, taking on corruption, losing himself to the power offered. [break][break] "Hmph." The clone took a step back to decline the offer. "I'll take my chances without your gift." If the man can warp the town around the temple into a twisted hellscape, then accepting the gift of corrupted power may not be such a good idea. For now. [break][break] Asael's eyes stayed glued on Ardyn, staring down the overly friendly stranger. The man was so eager to listen to the his story that he seemed almost too excited to get involved. Something was not right here, but Asael couldn't quite put his finger on it. Whatever it was, his blade was within a short reach should things go sour. [break][break] "I gave you my story. Now, where did he go?"
