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Post by Keimusho Onishi on Sept 20, 2019 14:43:27 GMT -6
Getting to the city was more challenging than it needed to be for Keimusho and his old man companion. Perhaps going through the Headstone Forest wasn't the best of routes that could've been chosen. Going through that are earned him a headache and a severed horn, though it was not the end of the world because his horn will grow back. More importantly, he and Squall were able to retrieve a little bit of the old man's memory. Though all that was retrieves was his name, Aldrich and a portion of a day of tragedy he would not fully understand due to being bereft of the remainder of his memory.
Keimusho walked with the elderly man across the streets of Torensten. It was the first time Keimusho entered to city and as such he received some stares by the civilians, but it wasn't because he was a new face. Keimusho expected this sort of reception from people of course. After all, he walked around with a mask on his face while his body was covered by a dogi. That was not to mention that he was an Au Ra, a race that as far as he knows does not exist in Zephon. Despite, all of that the ninja managed to ignore the awkwardness. The old man on the other hand was completely oblivious to the stares so his feeling on the circumstance was not anything that Keimusho had to worry about. The purpose of the ninja bringing the old man to Torensten was to search for a place for the old man to live. The ninja could not justify taking the old man everywhere he went, it was too dangerous. However, that did not mean that he didn't wish to help him. The least he could do was help the old man find a house.
The pair would make their way to a shopping district, perhaps one of the best places to ask for information. The ninja would approach a blond-haired women behind a counter. Fruit seemed to be primarily what the store had to offer. He gave the woman a bow and proceeded to ask her, "Excuse me madam, could you point us towards the residential district?" Seeing an individual covered head to toe like some sort of assassin was alarming, but also seeing him be so polite would definitely send mixed messages. "Um.. yes there should be one towards the northeast of here.", she responded. "Thank you ma'am. Well I shouldn't leave without at lea-" Keimusho planned on purchasing something, but when he fumbled around for gil he remembered one crucial fact, this was another world meaning that the currency of his world was useless.
When the ninja looked back up he saw Aldrich placing gil on the counter. "Would you kindly give us as much fruit as this would buy?", the old man asked. "Certainly.", the woman responded. This surprised the Au Ra because he didn't realize that the old man even had any gil, let alone having the knowledge to use it. Perhaps trade was just instinctual and having memories played no part in it. If nothing else the ninja could now recognize what Serentestra's currency looked like. The clerk returned with a basket filled various types of fruit and handed it to the old man. "Thank you for your patronage.", the woman said. The ninja would hold the basket for the old man since he needed to hold his cane to walk. The pair then proceeded to walk towards the aforementioned 'residential district.'
The city of Torensten wasn’t quite his cup of tea. The streets were cramped, the mechanics rudimentary, and the air sour with the smell of dead fish. All in all, it reminded him of the havens for pirates still bound by the sea rather than the sky, and that gave it little favor in his eye. Still, he had a certain fondness for the crowds -- or more particularly, their unpredictability.
Balthier glanced behind his shoulder as he slid sideways past a rather irritable couple that shot him affronted looks he chose to ignore. Four figures emerged behind a street corner, gazes sharp and panning. Balthier ducked his head and threaded his way past the nearest thicket of people he could find. Just a hop and a skip and they’d be none the wiser.
It had started nearly a week before as he’d frequented a local watering hole known for boisterous voices and loose tongues. He’d chosen a chair in the upper back corner where he’d be unlikely to draw attention as he’d leaned against his back of his hand and sipped on iced whiskey.
Roughly two hours into his stay, there came tell of wild claims sourced to cryptic invitations, masked figures, and dragon worship below the city streets. The other patrons had scoffed. Balthier had sat forward. The desperate storyteller went on to tell of hideaways hidden in the city’s catacombs and of the opulent wealth in those dragon vaults.
Balthier had downed the rest of his whiskey, stood, and left his payment on the table. Now that was a mark worthy of a pirate.
And so it had been, but no treasure worth its weight came without risk. As he pushed through the crowded riverside markets, he did so burdened with a pocket of rubies and assailants at his back. Dragon worshippers. Three mages from what he could tell though one carried a wicked spear strapped sideways across his back. Balthier glanced back again and froze as he met the lancer’s eye. A look of understanding passed through them -- hunter and prey -- before he pushed hard through the wall of bodies in front of him and thrust himself towards the nearest opening he could find.
What would the cultists do to a thief wise of their secrets? Balthier had no intention of finding out.
Voices sounded behind him, and Balthier started into a light jog not quite urgent enough to draw attention as he made for the next street corner. A residential district. It wasn’t optimal, but it would do. He took a left and then a right and then another left again. Behind him there were rallying shouts and then silence. Balthier slowed his step and caught his breath, walking backwards to keep an eye behind him.
”Well that could have gone worse.” He was drawing eyes -- more than he’d have liked, but that was of little matter. The apartments here were worse for wear and cramped together in a way that poverty could buy. There was more like to be thieves than any authority, and he doubted the people would talk. So long as he managed the final stretch...
”Speak of the devil.” Balthier’s eyes landed on his assailants as they rounded a corner -- or two of them at least. ”A friendly lot, aren’t you?” He shot them an irritable look before he darted away from them -- truly running now as he heard the spark of magic swelling behind him. Cover. He only had seconds to get out of sight before some thunder or fire or another scorched him in place. He dove around the nearest corner at a full sprint as the air heated and he scanned for a doorway, a stack of crates, something to duck behind and-
He charged straight into a metal wall.
Balthier stumbled, stunned by the impact as he spun on instinct to keep moving forward. The wall was not, as it happened, inanimate. Rather, it was a heavily armored man shrouded in black scales and facial coverings. Balthier hadn’t the time to concern himself with either the man or the elder at his side. Instead, he merely called ”Don’t mind me,” over his shoulder as he continued on. Only to slow to a stop as he recognized the two men advancing from the next street corner.
The cultists had split their numbers. The crafty devils.
Balthier pulled his gun from his back and backed away, pausing and glancing to the side as footsteps stopped behind him. ”Aren’t we eager for company?”
The lancer did not sound amused. ”The eyes. Now.”
”Beg pardon?”
”The eyes of Bahamut.”
”Ah.” Balthier shifted at the weight of the rubies in his pocket. He’d plucked them from a statue of their god. It didn’t seem they were keen on desecration. ”Now we might have a problem. I’m not like to align with zealots.”Or to return what he’d stolen. There was a house to his left with an open window. Could he dodge to it in time? Maybe. If he could pass the black-clad stranger that was. He eyed the armored man from the corner of his eye.
Cornered and at the mercy of a bystander. He'd had worse odds.
Post by Keimusho Onishi on Oct 11, 2019 21:06:30 GMT -6
The ninja did not expect the residential district to be in this condition. The place was obviously not the most optimal to live at if it wasn't obvious from the litter surrounding the area and the dirt coated apartments accompanied by the occasional busted window or two. Despite this, Keimusho and Aldrich continued to walk in this area. A home here would be better than no home. Besides it was not like Keimusho had any money and he very much doubted that the old man had the gil for a living condition preferable to this. Sure the elder managed to purchase some fruit but considering he came from a village near Mount Hotan of all places it was doubtful that he had much more than that. Still Keimusho thought it would be best to ask the elder what he thought of the place. After all Aldrich would be the one who'd have to live here not Keimusho.
"Well this place seems to be um.... worse for wear. What do you think of it?", the ninja asked the old man. It was a question that would not be met with an answer as something suddenly collided with the ninja. As the ninja turned it was revealed to be a man with a gun on his back. He did not notice the man coming due a combination of part of his horn missing and his conversation with Aldrich. "Don't mind me.", the individual said. It perhaps wasn't the most polite response to accidentally colliding with someone but Keimusho simply said, "It's fine" as he stepped aside to let the man carry on. Shorty thereafter it became clear why this man was in such a hurry as the stranger drew his gun towards what seemed to be a pair of mages.
The ninja completely oblivious to the situation simply observed. The mages mentioned something called the eyes of Bahamut. Bahamut. That was a name that Keimusho heard before. At least in his world. From what he could remember from stories Bahamut was a dragon who caused a lot of destruction on Eorzea. It was safe to assume that the Bahamut that these mages referred to was not the same so the mention of Bahamut alone was not enough to condemn the mages ;however, the stranger then referred to them as zealots. At one point in his home world he had heard that the city-state of Ishgard had zealots who similarly worshiped dragons. Still the ninja could not draw a conclusion since all of those similarities could be a mere coincidence for all he knew.
The gun-wielding individual eyed Keimusho from the corner of his eye. It was subtle but it was enough to give the impression that he wanted Keimusho do do something. All that the Au Ra did know was that this situation did not appear to be going well and he did not wish for Aldrich to get caught in the crossfire. Keimusho opted to tossed a smoke bomb covering all the surrounding individuals in smoke. The ninja could only hope that the stranger would capitalize from this indirect assistance and run. The ninja proceeded to grab Aldrich and move from the area before the smoke dissipated. Keimusho decided to hop on top of a nearby roof to observe the aftermath while still keeping the elder in a safe enough place for the time being.
The stranger met his eye and an understanding passed between them. Their paths would align. Hardly a second passed before the stranger whipped something from his belt and tossed it to the ground. There were shouts on either side of them and Balthier caught a glance of the lancer dashing forward before smoke leaked from the device in billowing plumes.
”Handy.” Balthier eyed it (what were its mechanisms, he wondered?) before a spear broke through the veil ”Ah." He blinked at its raised point above the fog. ”No time to linger.” He darted towards the window, ducking down to further shroud himself. He vaulted the open window in a single movement, rolling into a crouch against tiled floor.
He appeared to be in a cramped kitchen, and as he found his bearings, he found a set of feet and then knees and then a face staring down at him in frozen shock. A heavyset woman of about forty gaped at him with one hand still wielding a bread knife. For a moment, they could only watch each other before the smoke flooded in after him and he woman gasped, covering at her mouth. Balthier shoved her out of the line of fire as he ducked past. ”Pardon.”
The door was easy enough to find and then a hallway and then another two rooms before he found a window on the opposite side. He shimmied it open (a stubborn thing) before he hopped the gap and landed solidly on the building's other side. Behind him, he still heard shouts and startled cries as the smoke filled the surrounding apartments and his pursuers lost their mark. Balthier drifted backwards as he tilted his head to consider the chaos he’d left in his wake.
”Now that was a spot of trouble.” He rubbed at his neck before stopping to feel at the bulge in his pocket. He fished inside and pulled out a pair of gleaming red gems. ”The eyes of Bahamut, was it?” He turned them in his hand. ”I don’t suppose they’ll fetch any higher price for it.”
Footsteps rounded the intervening street corners. There wasn't time. Balthier slipped them back into his side pack, fastening the buckle behind them as he shook his head. ”It’s best not to count my winnings until I’ve the gil in hand, I suppose.” He eyed first one street and then the other. His daring escape wasn't quite over yet.
Post by Keimusho Onishi on Oct 19, 2019 22:23:22 GMT -6
The sudden smoke surrounding the area would as expected cause a panic indicated by the screams of the residents. However, at least it seemed that the individual managed to escape thanks to the ninja's smoke bomb. The ninja would also find that the stranger's robed-pursuers continued their chase rather than find the individual who threw the smoke bomb. It would make sense that they all had their attention focused on their quarry rather than an individual that happened to be walking in the area. The ninja considered simply leaving the situation as it was, but the ninja was curious on the specifics of the situation. For all Keimusho knew he could of made the wrong decision, but there was only one way to find out and that was to ask the individual in question.
Keimusho would make his decent from the roof and looks around for a trace of where the individual has gone. The closest open window to where the scene occurred indicated that he went through this house and was most likely somewhere near the other side of the building if he wasn't still inside. After reaching the conclusion he turns his attention towards Aldrich. "Stay here.", the ninja tells the old man. Keimusho proceeded to make use of the Hide technique, making him practically invisible to most individuals. He crawled through the windows and crept through the house. The ninja only took a small moment to look around the house just to ensure that the man that he sought was no longer there. The only thing of note was a woman in the kitchen who appeared to have seen a ghost. (Who knows how she would react at the sight of an actual specter?) On the opposite end of the house was as expected another open window. The ninja would exit just as he entered, through the window. Once he exited the building he spotted the brown-haired man he was looking for. He walked over in his direction and dispelled the Hide ability, appearing once more. "Tis seems to be quite the predicament. Would you mind elaborating why these men are chasing you?", the ninja abruptly asked the thief.
Footsteps. Balthier stiffened as he glanced over his shoulder. Black metal. The stranger had followed him, it seemed. For what purpose, he couldn’t say.
”An impressive eye.” He supposed it shouldn’t have been a surprise. His mysterious benefactor had been the one to drop their cover, after all. It was only natural that he knew how to use it.
Balthier turned, crossing his arms as he considered him. At first blush, Balthier could have mistaken him for a Viera with his white hair and shaded skin. Even his ornate armor would have matched to a tee had it not fully shrouded the body behind it. Only the lack of ears betrayed him as human -- and even so, Balthier had his doubts. Not that it particularly mattered at present.
”They’ve quite the convictions, and they’re not keen on blasphemy, I’m afraid.” Or theft, but he thought the cult more offended by the former. Did they need these rubies for some kind of ritualistic worship or did they simply seek his blood for defaming their idol? Their intentions changed nothing. He’d desecrated countless tombs and altars and shrines. Lavishing them in riches was nothing but a show of power.
”As much as I appreciate your aid, might we take this elsewhere? I’d rather avoid their hospitality.”
Balthier started past him without waiting for a response. The man would come or he wouldn’t or perhaps he’d think to draw his blade. If he’d helped until now, Balthier doubted the last. Had the man any objections to larceny then he hadn’t yet shown it.
”Might I ask another concession? A name perhaps?” Balthier raised a hand and shook his head. ”If you’d take to follow me, I’d best know it.”
Post by Keimusho Onishi on Oct 30, 2019 14:17:06 GMT -6
"Blasphemy? That would explain why you would refer to those individuals as zealots." ,the ninja said. And it was perhaps the only reason why Keimusho assisted the thief in the first place. Keimusho has little objection to larceny depending on the context of course. It's only understandable since being a ninja will require the occasional larceny on his end. While he did not ever have the need to pilfer anything since his time in Serentestra, that did not mean that he didn't understand that there could be a situation where thievery was a necessity in this world.
As the exchange of words continued Keimusho nodded as his brand new acquaintance suggested that the conversation be taken elsewhere. It was only natural considering he was (and likely still is) in the midst of being chased. Shifting towards a more secluded area would also be beneficial for Keimusho, at least in the sense that it would satisfy his curiosity. It wouldn't be ideal if the cultists managed to find them once again whilst in the middle of a conversation. "Agreed", the Au Ra said in response. The ninja proceeded to follow the gun-wielder as he walked off. The swindler would then turned to the ninja to inquiry of his name. "Mu.", he responded to the larcenist in yet another one-word reply. Keimusho once again made use of the alias he has committed to make use of since his arrival in Serentestra. The alias was more of a coping mechanism than anything and Keimusho knew it, but he still would prefer to only give his true name to those he trusted. A thief that he met by chance wasn't exactly the most trustworthy of individuals, that is at least when meeting with them for the first time. Following a small pause, the ninja continued the conversation with the pickpocket. "You happen to have a name yourself?", he asked the individual.
Mu? Well that was quite the moniker. Balthier glanced at him as they walked though he held little interest for the black-armored man. What he found far more interesting were the noises they’d left behind. Shouts. Coughing. General confusion. It seemed the woman he’d startled still hadn’t quite regained composure. Well, as long as no one had gotten hurt he supposed it all turned out well in the end.
He had his new friend to thank for that. And to thank for assistance in any trouble that might come along the way. So long as Mu wasn’t ready to part ways, he wouldn’t be the one to suggest otherwise.
”Balthier,” he said. ”You seem a tad out of place. Like a sore thumb, I’d say.” Not that he was any different. In Torensten, he could blend as well as anywhere, he supposed, but there were always eyes towards his lace and guns and golden armor. It might have needled him had he much cared for being pinned an outsider. As it was, it served as only a minor annoyance.
”Let me guess. Another native resident of nowhere in particular?” Balthier sighed. ”A common tale as of late. I hail from Ivalice. Quite the nowhere itself if anyone here’s to be believed.” Shuffling feet behind them. Balthier glanced to the side, hurrying his step as he turned them sharply towards a new direction. As much as he appreciated the conversation, the chase wasn’t over yet.
”Though perhaps you’ve caught ear. You haven’t any Viera blood, by chance? You remind me of someone I know.”
Post by Keimusho Onishi on Nov 19, 2019 17:57:43 GMT -6
"Yes that is exactly correct. Does that mean that you are same?", Keimusho asked. "I come from a country called Doma. As far as I am aware, the world that I am from is not mentioned by a name." The ninja stayed silent afterwards. Despite not being in Zephon long, Keimusho missed his homeland. The worst part of it all was that the country gained its freedom once more. It hurt that he was no longer there to partake in the fruits of all the labor it took to reach that point. The ninja noticed the increasing pace that his new acquaintance. This could only mean that the cultists were still looking for him. Though it was to be expected. If anything the smoke bomb that Keimusho tossed was probably a minor setback for the zealot, but the chances that they knew where they were now were slim. However, since they were treading this closely it would only be a matter of time the until they were found once again if they did not proceed with caution.
This did not stop the conversation between the pair from continuing, however. If anything it shifted the topic of the colloquy and confirmed that the cultists were nearby. Though Keimusho was rather perplexed by the Viera comment. Not only because his race was quite different from the pointy-eared humanoids, but also because the race seemed to exist in Balthier's world as well. The though was also amusing though, enough to make him chuckle. "A Viera? That's a first. I've been mistaken for a dragon before but never a Viera.", he responds. The ninja then shifted his gaze. "But I assume that your adversaries are still giving us chase... Not that I am able to hear it well though. My hearing is slightly compromised for the time being.", he says whist pointing to his partially severed but ever-slowly regenerating horn.
The sounds of footsteps edged closer to the pair. It was now close enough for the Au Ra to discern how close they were with his current handicap. "They're over here!", a voice yelled out. "Speaking of adversaries... Looks like we have company." The ninja turned to see two of the cultists from earlier. There was no time for words as both mages would cast the Fira spell. The ninja twisted his body towards the flames whilst activating the Shade Shift ability. The shadows created by the ability shielded the ninja from coming to harm from the spell. The ninja proceeded to weave the handsigns Jin, Ten, and Chi. "I suggest that we keep running. I have another trick up my sleeve.", he whispered to Balthier. The ninja proceeded to do just that, giving the cultists no choice but to give chase. The escapade led all the individuals towards an alley with a dead end. Once Balthier ran past him Keimusho momentarily ceased his running and proceeded to strike the ground with his palm creating a patch of corrupted earth on the ground. The ninja proceeded to run towards the end of the alley.
When the cultists managed to catch up once more, the pair unknowing would step on the corrupted earth. The technique caused their bodies to feel heavy and would collapse on the ground as a result. "We only have a small moment to act. What do you think that we should do the two whilst they are in this compromising situation?", the ninja asked Balthier.
”A persistent bunch.” Balthier glanced behind them but still found no signs of their discovery. His assailants were still doubtlessly in pursuit, but as his new friend had pointed out, they were at least out of earshot. Mu was as foreign as he’d suspected. Doma. Balthier couldn’t say he’d heard of it -- not that that was a surprise. What surprised him far more was the sentiment that his world hadn’t a name. Or rather, hadn’t been ’mentioned by a name’ as far as his friend was concerned. Balthier’s eyebrows raised though he said nothing.
It was as suspicious of an answer as Balthier had heard.
Footsteps interrupted his musing. They were hurried, desperate, and then victorious. Balthier nodded to Mu and started into a run as he heard the rustling of magic behind him. The magic flared, and then shot into a fireball of searing heat beside him. Balthier raised a hand against it, sidestepping around the sparks as best as he could manage. Mu had taken the hit. Or at least, he would have if he hadn’t been overtaken by a shadowed magic of his own. He kept his pace with Balthier while shifting his hands into a flight of strange signals.
Balthier’s eyebrows raised at the man’s suggestion. ”Always the surprise.” Still, Balthier followed his lead because he had no other ideas. And that lead brought him to a dead end.
Balthier slowed to a stop, glancing over the solid wall before him. His eyes narrowed. ”Quite the trap,” he said as he turned and pulled his gun, backing closer towards the blockade. There was a dumpster set beside uneven scaffolding, and he kept it in his peripheral vision. It wasn’t stable, but he could at least try to scale it in a pinch. If he could break away from his increasingly charitable companion that was.
Yet the man joined him shortly afterwards, making no move to apprehend him. Balthier shot him a calculating glance. Was he waiting for the others to do it for him? It seemed his new friend was, indeed, one for surprises however. Mu hadn’t apprehended him because he’d never intended to. Instead, his strange magic erupted from the other side.
Their assailants were overtaken by sparking light and shadows. They cried out in surprise and bowed to the earth as though pressed by some ethereal hand. Balthier blinked his surprise, glancing to Mu. ”Always the surprise,” he said again. Mu asked his question, and Balthier hummed his answer.
What were they to do with them? His new friend gave no hint as to his opinion though the question said enough. Would they rob them of their weapons? Demand answers? Or merely kill them while they had the chance?
Balthier had never been one for cold murder, and so he kept his gun lowered and approached them carefully. Once he’d reached the edge, he stopped, shifting his weight to one side as he fished out the jewels in the palm of his hand. Their eyes lit with dark fire, and one of them cursed at him. He ignored it.
”You seem quite keen on these. ’The eyes of Bahamut,’ did you call them?” Balthier had no idea what they meant by Bahamut and eyes. Still, it had a certain ominous ring to it that he couldn’t ignore. The mage told him exactly what he could do to his mother. A shame she was long dead.
Balthier dropped into a crouch, perched on his toes as he examined his gun thoughtfully. ”Perhaps you’d care to try again? My friend and I aren’t much for waiting.” Balthier let the intended threat tinge his tone even as he knew the bluff. That bluff did not, however, reach its targets. Fear touched at the mage’s eyes before they hardened again with a serpentine hatred.
”The dragon’s days are close at hand. He’ll purge thieves like you.”
”Care-ful.” Balthier tilted his gun vertically and ran a hand over the gears and trigger. ”Mu, I'd think you've earned your say.”
