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Post by Faris Scherwiz on Oct 7, 2019 12:28:06 GMT -6
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Faris is having a great time
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
”Agh! I’m going in circles!”
Faris cursed loudly and fell back onto a flattened rock, fuming. The woods were beautiful. The trees fanned in a solid overhang of leaves and flowering lilacs. The waters bubbled a clear blue, and the air was tinged with a flowery perfume. There was magic here. Magic and life and something mystical that Faris couldn’t put his finger on. All of it a lie. This place was a maze of twittering birds and faerie lights. It had a lot of nerve playing innocent.
Faris huffed and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. He’d only come because he’d heard it was a haven for chocobos. Those lousy birds. So far, he hadn’t caught head nor tailfeather of them, and he’d wasted more time than he was like to admit. All for what? He wouldn’t expect a thank you from Bartz for his trouble.
The back of his hand itched. A ladybug had taken to it, and Faris eyed it wryly. ”Haven’t happened to see a chocobo around here?” The ladybug fluttered its wings. Faris scowled. ”Aye. Didn’t think so.” He swatted the insect away, sighed, and took to his feet. He still had more ground to cover than he knew what to do with -- and that was if the forest wasn’t playing tricks on him. Faris groaned, stretched his arms over his head, and started forward.
’Kupo?’
Faris froze mid-stride. Was he hearing things? He waited a minute longer until he caught the rustling of leaves behind him and whirled around on his heel. Nothing. He glanced from a veil of hanging vines to the willowed trees on its other side. He squinted at them, moving to push the vines aside before he heard it again -- ’Kupo!’ -- behind his shoulder. ”Hey!” He turned again to find a similar nothing. Just a babbling stream and a fat frog sitting along its banks. It blinked at him. Faris muffled a curse.
”I’ll not hurt you!” he called to who knew where. ”I’m looking for someone! A bird! Goes by the name of Boko?” Silence. Faris touched at the bridge of his nose. ”I’m talking to a moogle,” he muttered. Maybe Krile could have spoken between them, but Faris didn’t speak of a word of the fae tongue. ”I’ve gone daft,” he said. ”Hearing things. There’s not a soul here but-”
’Kupopo!’
”There!”To his right. Faris charged towards it blindly, shoving aside leaves and branches and ivy as he forged his own path to the infernal thing. Just out of sight, he heard the light flutter of wings, the bounce of furry feet, and a refrain of the same familiar ’Kupo!’ Movement flickered between the branches. White fur.”Stop! I’m looking for a bird! Have you seen-?”
His foot slipped.
”Agh!” His own momentum threw him forward as his ankle caught and gravity fell away. In a second, he was falling, flailing, and hitting every patch of branches and brambles and cracking branches in his way. He cursed with every bump until he finally tumbled to a stop at the bottom of a mossy ravine carved straight out of the forest like a scar. For a moment, Faris just laid where he’d landed, breathing heavily as he watched the green shade of the canopy above him. Then his blood heated, and he was on his feet yelling just about every obscenity that came to his mind.
”That yellow, thick-headed, trick-footed cur! That lousy, good-for-nothing lout! That-!” Faris flicked the blood from his scratches. ”That Bartz!” Faris kicked at a rock that proved so solid that it crunched straight through his toes and he cried out again, growling towards the heavens.
”I’ll find that bird, you hear me? I'll find it and drive it straight into the sea!”
Post by Joanna Baltas on Oct 7, 2019 18:54:28 GMT -6
As it would turn out, Joanna was also in the woods, though on a much simpler and easier-to-complete mission of gathering some herbs and mushrooms that grew there. She knew enough about what she was gathering to know that none of what she was picking up was poisonous, so, even though her client didn't specify why they needed them, she didn't feel any needs to question it. Probably either for cooking or alchemic purposes. Or maybe a little of both. Whatever the reason, she saw no need to deny the request, so here she was. So far, it was going well. She was close to being finished with gathering everything on the list given to her, when she heard a sudden commotion.
Her curiosity getting the better of her, she moved toward what seemed to be the source of the noise, and was in for quite the pleasant surprise. It took her a moment to recognize him, but it was definitely Faris. Although she'd been on Zephon for a good four or five months, their encounter back when she first arrived was still fresh on her mind. Faris was the first person she met, and though he would hardly be the last, she still held out the hope that they would cross paths again some day. Especially now that she had finally achieved her goal of finding the so-called Warrior of Light that she had been traveling with before her untimely arrival to this strange world.
Though, he kinda looked like he'd seen better days. She couldn't quite hear what he was saying, but it sounded like he was in a foul mood. And yet, despite this, she couldn't help herself. When it appeared he was finished with his outburst, she would sheepishly approach him, a slightly awkward smile "...hey...um...long time no see? You...doing alright? Maybe I can help..."
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You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Had Faris been asked, this was not the moment he would have chosen for an interruption. He was scraped, bruised, and boiling with rage, and that was a state best left to simmer alone. Yet despite all the odds, a voice called down to him. Here. Sprinted wildly off the path of an enchanted wood.
No, Faris would not have chosen this moment for an interruption, but the fates had never made it a habit of asking.
For a moment, he could only stand frozen in his own shock and shame. Had she heard him raging? Then he looked up to slowly meet her eye. There she was in front of him swathed in white with trims of gold. That other Warrior -- that White Mage of Light. What she was doing here, he couldn’t say. How she’d found him, he equally couldn’t say, but he felt a heat rise to his cheeks at the sight of her.
”Joanna.” He rubbed at the back of his neck. ”Not a worry. I’ve taken worse knocks than this.” And so he had, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t worse for wear. His knees blared where they’d slammed into rocks, his elbows stung with blood, he had thorny scratches along his cheek, and his right ankle screamed for rest. He laughed weakly. ”By yourself, are you? How’d you drift all the way out here?”
Already, he was planning his angle of escape. He’d fallen into a ravine at least fifteen feet deep with nothing but smooth rocks and loose underbrush lining either side. He could have chanced it climbing out, but one snapped root and he’d be plummeting down again. Instead, he shook his head and held out his crystal.
”I’ll be out before you know it.” He willed his crystal brighter, felt deep within its magic, and shifted. Light burst from within him, and with it came a familiar weight. Red armor, a snouted helm, and the grip of his spear as it dropped into his hand. In seconds, he stood before her encased in the garb of a dragoon. It made him feel stronger this way. In his armor, she couldn’t see his scratches or scrapes.
He grounded his stance, grit his teeth, and jumped. Or at least, he tried to jump. In the last moment, his ankle gave way and he cried out in pain, propelling himself up only a few feet before he lost balance and crashed into the side of his prison, rolling all the way back down. His armor protected him from the fall this time, but he hardly noticed from the searing pain in his ankle. Was it fractured? Twisted? He couldn’t tell as he cradled it.
”It’s nothing!” he called out again. ”A sprain, that’s all. Nothing to lose our heads over.”
Post by Joanna Baltas on Jan 30, 2020 10:23:47 GMT -6
This was...actually kinda funny. For so long, she had this mental image of Faris; suave, cool, cunning and handsome. And all of it was coming crashing down with what she was currently witnessing. And yet, at the same time, it was almost refreshing to see such a much more fallible and overall human side to him. Also, he was still incredibly handsome; that didn't seem to be changing anytime soon. Try as she might to put it into the back of her mind, the girl was, much to her own confusion and frustration, still crushing on Faris quite a bit. She wasn't even sure why. But every time she thought about him or on the rare occasion she heard someone bring him up, she got a bit flustered.
Maybe he just left that large of an impression on her. Either way, he was about to leave even more of an impression on her, as he proceeded to use his Crystal to transform into a Dragoon and try to leap out of the ravine he was stuck in, only for his ankle to buckle at the last second and send him crashing into the side of his watery prison. She couldn't help but flinch as she watched, though he at least appeared to be okay. For the most part anyway. That ankle was looking pretty bad. Luckily, for him, she knew just what to do to help him out, even in spite of his stubborn insistence that he was fine and that it was "only a sprain". That was no good though; a sprain was still bad. Especially in a place like this.
He might be stubborn, but she could be just as stubborn; if not more so.
Materializing her hammer, she points it toward Faris, using it to focus her magic toward him specifically, then calls out a simple command. "Curaga!" Soon, a surge of healing energy would surround him, healing any of the scratches and bruises from his fall, but, more importantly, healing his sprained ankle. At least enough to allow him to stand on it and potentially jump out of the ravine this time. After that, she gave him a smile. "Consider it thanks for the help and advice you gave me when we first met. And to answer your question, I was out here gathering herbs and mushrooms at someone's request. It seemed like a simple enough job, and they were offering a somewhat generous reward, so I figured 'why not?'."
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You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Joanna really was a marvel. While Faris was busy cradling his wound, she was already whipping up a spell. He didn’t recognize it until a warm wind took him, and he blinked at the spiraling motes of light.
”Curaga!” He heard her voice and the spell seeped through him on a breath. He felt it buff out the bruises and knit together the scrapes, and he let out a sigh of relief as his ankle numbed. The magic lingered there, tingling as it worked through the muscle, and in less than a minute, the pain had left him all together. Faris rolled his foot, testing it, and then laughed.
”Are you always stumbling about where you’re needed most?” Faris grinned and rose to his feet, a hand on his hip. ”That was a spell for the finest. I think I’d’ve been trapped for a fortnight if you hadn’t come along.”
That wasn’t strictly true, but it sounded right. If he’d have reached the end of his wits, he could have taken on white magic for himself, but he’d never been much good at it. His spells were too blunt. His healing hit like a hammer, and while they did the job, he’d never mastered much more than a simple cure. Joanna had wielded her magic like a paintbrush, and his ankle felt like her work of art.
Faris spun his spear around, holstered it on his back, and jumped again. This time, he cleared the distance easily. He was like a falcon launched above her, and he skimmed the treeline before landing with a soft ”Oof!” at her feet.
”You weren’t led along then?” He straightened and shifted his weight to one hip. ”The moogles lured me in. I was chasing one -- wanted to ask it a question, the lout -- when it dropped me right in that hole.” He gestured towards it roughly and then crossed his arms with a huff. ”I’ll give it a good knock for its trouble.”
If it could understand him. Given the moogles back home, he wasn’t quite sure.
”If you’re looking for herbs, this’ll be the place. I’ve seen my share of bushes and leaves, but what I’m looking for is a chocobo. I’ve heard they’ve taken to it here, but I haven’t seen head nor tailfeather of them.” Faris looked at Joanna. ”You haven’t come by one, have you? Goes by the name of Boko?”
