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BATHED BLACK IN SILENCE, OUR SURRENDER A SOMBRE REVERIE
He looked at the card in his hand. Well, cards, plural. Emet-Selch had been one of the few, or perhaps the only one to get two cards. One, colored in a tyrian purple. The other, white; with a number written onto it. There was some scribbling that he assumed belonged to the matchmaker beneath the number, telling him to call it, get some help. Part of him appreciated the sentiment, deep down. At least basic courtesy was not entirely lacking, but this was more something for him to kill time. And well, he had so very long to go, before he could take that final sleep. And even should he succeed, would he even want to? There was so much to work towards, and so much at stake; a golden future that walked the path of lesser tragedy; agony and sorrow averted.
And so the Architect found himself languidly lounging in his chair, twirling a pen between his fingers with a surprising amount of dexterity, especially for those who knew of his slothful nature. He decided to bring his regalia with him, the robes and furs and gold. Something that made him stand out amongst the others. He'd not deny that there was a part of him curious of who his date would be. Perhaps one small desire that was quickly quashed and suppressed. He already knew the reality of that; a daily, yet somber reminder of what had been lost day after day, and he looked at the chilled bottle of wine, as memories of better days came to him.
A group of five all together. Four in black. One carrying a basket of grapes, another laughing over the whole affair, a third giving the first no small amount of grief, and the fourth simply munching away on them. One in white, smaller than the rest, simply watching studiously, as if this was a lesson he must take to heart.
These thoughts had been coming to him more and more, lately. He placed a foot against the table and pushed back slightly, the front legs of his chair hanging in the air. All I ask, is that there may come a day when we do not say our farewells. At the time, he'd been so furious over that affair. Saving an entire island merely for the grapes. And yet, here he sat, a thousand thousand lives later, wishing for just one more moment like it. Thinking of her could bring that out of him, that melancholy nature that he tried so hard to mask.
And for his date, that just wouldn't do. So his leg slipped back down, he rested his elbows on the table, and his golden eyes took on that mischievous glint that most in this world would be more familiar with. His lips hidden behind a pair of folded hands, he waited. Just who would the matchmaker have matched him for?
[attr="class","yloverlap"]Hope allows us to accept fate
[attr="class","ylbody"]Yunalesca wasn’t entirely sure why she had decided to sign up for this “dating” event. Maybe it was just to meet some possible allies and pawns. Maybe it was just a distraction, a passing dalliance. Maybe she was becoming corrupted by this world of sin. She didn’t have a clear reasoning, but she found herself going anyway. Perhaps it would prove to be interesting at least. But the memory of Zaon still loomed large in her mind. How many centuries had it been since his death? It still felt like yesterday.[break][break]
Torensten’s climate was much, much warmer than Sonora. In fact, it felt much like Spira. She’d agonized over her choice of outfit for longer than she cared to admit. The leathers and furs she’d acquired for life in Sonora weren’t appropriate for the more tropical climate. She finally decided on a slinky black and deep purple dress coated in tiny shimmering stones. A deep slit revealed long, bare legs and slender, silver heels. Her hair was a curtain of silver that reached almost to the floor. She knew she was garnering more than a few interested glances. [break][break]
The summoner couldn’t be without her staff, of course. So she held it loosely in one hand and flicked the deep purple card in the other. Who would have the matching card? None of the gawkers so far. She had yet to glimpse the same hue of purple. Would they possibly compare with Zaon? She doubted it was possible. [break][break]
Her golden eyes skimmed the crowd. And finally met a matching set. The man’s eyes were a glimmering reflection of her own and she raised an eyebrow. Interesting. In fact, this man was far more interesting than anyone else she’d encountered thus far in this world. She could feel magic and power oozing off of time. There was a timeless quality about him--a fellow ancient soul? [break][break]
Ah, and just there. A purple card. Well, well. This night might end up being worth it after all. Yunalesca approached and flashed her own card before gracefully sliding into the chair across from the man, her date apparently. “It appears we’ve been matched together for the night,” she commented in a deep, smooth voice. Yunalesca peered curiously into those golden eyes. She crossed her long legs and relaxed back into the chair. “I am Yunalesca. And you are?”
Post by Emet-Selch on Mar 30, 2021 22:07:34 GMT -6
all our splendour
BATHED BLACK IN SILENCE, OUR SURRENDER A SOMBRE REVERIE
There she was. Silver haired, tall and powerful. Magic and death oozed off of her. Oh, she was alive, so far as he could tell, for sure. But she had a keen connection to that everlasting void that long hungered for all of life, most keenly for those who called themselves undying. But he would not be fooled by mere appearances. Before him stood an adept sorceress, perhaps not to his level, but definitely not one of the myriad existences, feeble and fragmented, in the remnants of his world. Perhaps a handful could measure up, but not many. He looked down at the table, where the purple card lay as he bit back an amused huff. Well, he had to admit, whoever the matchmaker was certainly possessed some manner of keen judgment to them. To pair up two immensely powerful beings, well, there were unique qualities to this matchmaker. Perhaps something to look into when the night was still over.
He gave her another look, her hues making themselves known. A twisted light, was the best way he could describe it. Once shining and radiant with a glowing white, spots and speckles of the dark wormed their way in and twisted it from within. She had given the name of Yunalesca, but how should he respond? He would never give his true name of Hades, goodness, no. But as he came to learn of this world, and the marvels it could facilitate, the utility of Solus and Galvus became less and less. If he were to truly commit to saving his people, then he would do so with some measure of pride. A minor reveal in the long run, perhaps. Several already knew he was here, but one would come if he heard the name he was about to give. It was only a matter of time, perhaps.
So he smiled, unmoving. He spoke up, his voice nasally and languid. "I am Emet-Selch." The title came to his tongue like a long forgotten taste. A title that held meaning to him yet had no meaning in this world. Not unless he gave it such, and he gave it that meaning of duty. But, well, no need to be so blunt about it. "And Emet-Selch means..." He paused for a moment. In truth, it meant the Architect in his native tongue, but well, why go into that? He had been one of the longest to hold the seat, the last to hold the seat, and as such, he felt that perhaps the answer was appropriate as his hands unlaced, laying flat on the table, revealing the smile. "Me." Yes, that would do.
He reached over to get the bottle opener, drilling it into the cork as he began to speak. "I must confess, I had not expected our dear host to be able to come up with a matchmaker for me, but it seems that I can still be surprised." It was an attempt at smalltalk as he finally made some progress with the damned cork. "Tell me about yourself, Lady Yunalesca. I'm sure you have plenty of stories, do you not?" One cloaked in a hue such as hers would undoubtedly have something to wile away the hours. There was a pop as the cork was pulled out, the fragrance of the wine greeting his senses. Pleasant, he could tell. A sweet vintage.
[attr="class","yloverlap"]Hope allows us to accept fate
[attr="class","ylbody"]Her date, this man of timeless magic and sorcery, introduced himself in an interesting fashion. It seemed for a moment he was going to explain his name, before thinking better of it and revealing an unreadable smile and simply finishing ”me.”. She raised a perfectly arched silver eyebrow but didn’t question further. “A pleasure.” Her voice was silky smooth as she returned the unreadable smile. Ah. This night was going to be much more interesting than she could have imagined. She’d not thought to find another soul remotely similar to her own here. [break][break]
“Likewise,” she agreed when Emet-Selch commented on being surprised by the matchmaker. “I had expected nothing from this night, just a meaningless encounter with another soulless shell, like all those who walk around us. But it seems I too have been mistaken.” Her lips curved into another smile as she watched him struggle with the cork. All the magic dripping from this man, and a wine cork might prove to be his undoing. [break][break]
He asked about her just as the cork finally popped out and released the sweet fragrance of the wine. She could tell just by the smell alone that it would be a delicious, worthwhile drink. The summoner poured herself a glass before attempting to answer the question. She raised the crystal to her painted lips and inhaled the cloying scent of fruit and sweetness before taking a sip. Ahh. Yes, this was a good vintage. [break][break]
“As I am sure you could guess, I am not of this world.” Surely he couldn’t think she came from this provincial world. “My world is called Spira, my city called Zanarkand. It is a timeless place, destroyed by Sin but kept in stasis by me. I was the first summoner of Spira. And in some ways, the last. I was the Herald of the God Yevon. But here? Well. Yevon exists only in my memories here. So I have yet to determine my true purpose in Zephon.” Her expression was still coy and thoughtful as she took another sip of wine. Perhaps here, in Zephon, she herself could rise to the echelon of power her father had in Spira. [break][break]
Imagine. The people of the world praying to her, invoking her name in all walks of life. Instead of the father, they’d worship the daughter. The fear, love, and respect that people had felt for Yevon should be hers, after all. After so long. After so much work and trouble on her part. [break][break]
“And you, Emet-Selch?” she asked in the same silky voice. “I am confident you could tell plenty of your own grandiose stories.”
