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What is this place? Having heard the voice and found himself in this odd place, Arc was thoroughly confused. He didn't see Luneth anywhere either. Having started wandering this new world, the young Warrior of Light still couldn't figure out what was going on. Rather, he met some people in the city he found, apparently named Torensten. But it seemed he had found himself in another world. Didn't this happen before?
Running from place to place in the city, Arc ran away upon seeing some scary folks and caused some trouble as he ran into a barrel, knocking it over and destroying what seemed to be a stand in the market. After some more running whilst crying, he found himself out of town while he ran out of breath. "I don't like this, where is Luneth?" he asked tearfully before sudden cries from the city had him starting to run again. Seeing the forest ahead, the youngster tried to figure out how to go back later maybe to clear all the trouble.
His fear had really gotten the better of him, but as Arc tried to clear his mind, a Crack got his eyes to widen. The ground beneath his feet was no longer there. "Oh," a memory of the past came fresh in his mind, a hole he and Luneth had been in. If he had looked better at where he had set his feet, he probably would've seen the hole, but right now he was falling.
The boy screamed in a panic before crashing into the ground. There Arc stayed laying for a bit as he looked tearfully at the soil. The memory had him and Luneth together, so perhaps this was destiny? Will Luneth be here? he asked himself as he curled his body on the ground. He didn't like this place.
murk™ WORDS: 311 TAG: Celes Chere NOTE: -drops down another hole-
Final Fantasy VI
22
YEARS
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Complicated
Heterosexual
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Fin
Use your own eyes and see for yourself whose side I'm on!
Post by Celes Chere on Jul 21, 2019 6:29:35 GMT -6
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Celes is softer than she looks
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Someone had made a mess of the marketplace.
Celes found the aftermath as she’d trailed past searching for a resupply of potions. Stalls were in disarray. Wood was splintered. People were cursing both under their breath and above it. Celes looked from the wreckage to the men before sighing.
From the sound of it, this wasn’t something she could ignore.
”What happened here?” she asked as she approached. Three men were busy cleaning up the ruins of their stall -- one setting the beams back in place, the other gathering their goods, and the last sweeping the dust and debris. The largest one eyed her coolly.
”None of your business,” he said as the one sweeping added, ”Some boy came bolting through here. Wrecked everything in his path. I think Mrs. Weathers is still cleaning up that barrel he split open.”
The man nodded down the street, and Celes followed his gaze to find a dumpy woman irritably picking out fish from a slimy pool of spilled water. Celes put a hand on her hip. ”This boy. Where did he go?”
”Planning to find him?” One of them picked up an apple and checked it for bruises. ”He looked more scared than anything.”
The larger of the three grunted as he hefted a wooden beam into place. ”Scared my ass, he’s a vandal, that’s what he is.” The beam shifted into a metal slot and he stepped back to admire his work. ”He had these long robes. A mage, looked like. Have you ever seen a mage running scared?”
The one polishing an apple hummed. The sweeping one nodded in silent agreement.
Celes put a hand on her hip. ”Which way did he go?” she asked again. The largest man grumbled something unpleasant before gesturing down the street.
”Out of the city, looks like. But why do you-?”
Celes was already walking. Her hand drifted to her hip and the sword that wasn’t there. Not that she’d need it if all went well.
It had been a week since she’d left the city and two since she’d fought anything at all. Instead, she’d chosen her civilian’s clothes (yellow jacket, black undershirt, hair half tied) and had taken to another job that Caius hadn’t wanted. The Dragonblades. She couldn’t have guessed how it would grow in only a few months. First it was only veteran mercenaries that had drifted to their door, but then Relm had come into their lives, and her flyers had brought in all kinds of bright-eyed, young swordsman looking to leave the city and make it on their own. And someone had to organize them.
”I’m a soldier, not a baby-sitter,” Celes muttered to no one in particular, but here she was, hunting down some lost boy because he’d sounded scared. Maybe he was another outlander. Maybe he was some local boy fleeing his mother. Either way, the wilds outside the city walls were dangerous, and if someone didn’t find him, some monster would. Apparently she’d chosen to be that someone.
What she wouldn’t do for a sword in her hand.
Finding him wasn’t hard. The boy had made quite the impression, and witnesses all claimed he was nearly hysterical as he’d scrambled past. He had, in fact, sprinted off the road and into the wilds. An idiot then. She hoped the men were right when they’d claimed he was a mage.
From there, she lost his trail. As her boots cracked over loose twigs, she wondered if someone else might have been able to track him. Gau, certainly, with his mastery of all things wild, and maybe Shadow too. Or his dog would anyway. Celes sighed, brushing her hair behind her ear. It was entirely possible that she’d simply lost him and wasted her time. The treetop canopy shifted overhead with a muted green light. Was it noon? If she didn’t hurry, Relm might worry, not to mention the other-
Her heel slipped. Celes let out a short yelp as she teetered forward, arms flailing wildly at her sides. After a moment that felt like hours, she managed to thrust herself back and right herself, panting heavily with the effort. A sink hole. Celes pursed her lips and edged closer. Gau wouldn’t have made her mistake. Or Shadow or just about anyone else when she thought about it. A single rough hole on its right side told her otherwise. She carefully tested her footing before peering down.
The bottom was shrouded in shadow, but she could make out some kind of figure sniffling inside. A not particularly tall figure shrouded in formless robes. The boy.
”Are you hurt?” she called down. An indistinct voice answered her, too echoed in the stony walls to hear clearly. Celes glanced around for anything she might use to haul him out, but there was nothing. After a moment, took a breath, steeled herself, and cast a spell.
Float.
She muttered the word, and she felt the weightless turn of her stomach that told her it had worked. When her feet dangled a few inches off the ground, she inched to the edge, tightened her jaw, and jumped straight down.
The fall was terrible. Her trajectory was straight enough not to scrape the sides, but her spell did nothing to slow her. It wasn’t until she reached the bottom that she felt its push against her feet. Her knees buckled from the force and she toppled over onto her palms. It didn’t hurt. At least not much as she hovered several inches above the ground (hard, broken stone -- where was she?) and finally managed to breathe. In a moment, she’d straightened enough to dispel her magic. Her knees crashed into the stone and she winced, cursing herself, the stone, and whatever stroke of fate that had brought her here. Scrapes. Bruises. Celes grit her teeth and pushed herself to her feet.
She’d had worse.
”Are you hurt?” she asked again as she brushed her clothes and pushed her hair behind her. She’d have quite the time untangling it later. ”I’m here to help. If there’s a way out of here…” She trailed off as a tunnel caught her eye. It was dark and damp and drowned in shadow, but it was better than trying to climb out of this death trap. ”Well that’ll do it.”
Post by Joanna Baltas on Jul 21, 2019 7:27:27 GMT -6
Well this was annoying. These tunnels were like a labyrinth; the more Joanna explored them, the more she felt as though she was making zero progress in actually finding a way out of them. Much like poor Arc, she hadn't been paying attention to where she was going and fell into a gap in the ground, though she managed to cast a last-second Protect to minimize the damage from the fall. It still hurt like heck, and her clothes were a bit roughed up, but it ultimately wasn't anything a quick casting of Cure wouldn't fix. That was about three hours, though it was beginning to feel like three days.
Silently cursing her luck, she pressed on, looking for whatever way through the tunnels she could find. So far, the only saving grace was that there didn't seem to be any monsters down here. Unless she was just really lucky and managed to avoid them thus far. A very real possibility, and one that she wasn't dismissing despite having found nothing to indicate that there are monsters who make their homes here. At the very least, she was surprised she hadn't come across any bats or spiders. If there was any place to run into such creatures, this seemed like the place.
As she continued along, she spotted two people. Finally, signs of life! However, both of them looked like they'd just fallen in. Assuming that they were together, Joanna ran up to them and quickly assessed the damage; the older woman appeared roughed up a bit, but otherwise fine. The smaller boy, on the other hand, looked like he'd taken a rather nasty fall, and was in all-around much worse shape. She didn't bother saying anything to them. Her instincts as a healer kicked in, and she immediately started doing what she did best.
Materializing her hammer and holding it towards them to focus her magic, she called out "Healara!" A small surge of white energy emitted from her body, and both of them would soon be bathed in a healing light; to them, it'd feel like a less potent version of Cura, yet just different enough that they'd probably be able to tell that it's an entirely different spell; granted, the command she let out upon casting that would also make that bit fairly obvious. It was only after casting the spell that she'd begin to speak. "Are you guys okay? You looked like you took a rather nasty fall..."
