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Lucy Arkwright wasn’t sure what normal life looked like in the town of Torensten, but she imagined that it looked an awfully lot like this. There were people helping other people, moving rubble around and making sure that their injuries were well kept. She smiled at the sight-- she had heard tell of what happened here from the Warrior before she left Provo for Mount Hotan, and then somehow made her way all the way here. Torensten had fallen on quite some hard times, but as Lucy well knew, it was hard to keep a strong people down.
The people of Cornelia stood tall when their princess went missing, kidnapped by the knight Garland. The others in her world did much of the same in their own conflicts, especially when up against the elemental archfiends. It was heartwarming to see ordinary people-- the everyday heroes, those that weren’t knights or mages or pirates-- stepping up to help, and that was what was going on now. She smiled faintly at a child and their mother as child helped the mother move something, due to her bandaged arm.
People could be so lovely, but when she remembered that most of this damage wasn’t just done by Chaos, she sighed at the fact that they could be just as horrible in response to that. Her arms crossed over her armor and for a moment, she just observed-- a baker in an alleyway was offering a beggar child some bread. The child was unwashed and covered with blood; had they just lost their parents during the attack? Had they been like this before the Chaos?
Lucy couldn’t say, but it wasn’t as uncommon as she’d have liked.
There was a man and his wife, attempting to put out the last remaining embers of a fire that had claimed everything that they owned. It must have survived for days underneath the rubble, and again, Lucy frowned. This time she tipped her hat and started towards the couple. “Excuse me,” she interjected. The man looked at her with a quirked eyebrow, eying her armor and giving her the feeling that she was hardly welcome here. Lucy frowned, but shook it off for the most part.
“I… can’t help but notice that you’re having trouble. I’m a woman of many talents, quite of them being magical in nature, and I was wondering… do you want… or need… any help?”
It's pretty short, but it should get us started. =3
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
A long time ago, Celes might have been horrified at the scenes playing out before her. As she wandered through ash-laden streets, she saw corpses piled respectfully beneath sheets. She saw houses burned to rubble, victims weeping, and children running wide-eyed and dirt-streaked unattended by parents who might never return. A long time ago, Celes would have stopped and stared at the misery around her, desperate to help make things right. Now, she thought that she might be the only one for whom this environment felt natural. While others felt shock, she knew only resignation.
This was how things always ended. Whether it was through war, magic, or some act of a god, nothing was ever left untouched. It was all anyone could do to rebuild from the rubble.
While Celes' emotions were guarded from the attack, her body was not. Even days later, she still felt the effects of oxygen deprivation and magical exhaustion. Her body still felt heavy as she trudged along, touching at the various burn marks across her fingers and wrists. Her efforts hadn't been wasted -- she knew -- but they had left her tired and weak. She wanted nothing more than to find a place to simply curl up and stop until her body could catch up and maybe everything would finally return to normal.
Whatever normal was, anyway.
For not the first time, Celes wondered what had become of Terra. She couldn't find her among the ash-streaked faces that stared back at her from the wreckage. She couldn't find her in the emergency shelters or the panicked marketplaces or the fields on the city's outskirts where Celes would sometimes go to sit and clear her head of smoke. Terra was supposed to have come, and Celes couldn't leave without her. She had spent so long alone and now...
Now, she had ruined the one chance she'd had to reunite with a friend. Celes had always had a talent for turning people away. Now she was alone as she stumbled through the wreckage of a city that she'd never known. Her knees trembled against her weight, and Celes stopped again to steady herself on the nearest standing building. Her strength would soon return, but it needed time. Celes coughed heavily into the palm of her hand. For not the first time, she pulled back her fingers to eye a pool of black ooze.
Before her was what might have once been a two-story house. Now, it was just a blackened frame filled with charred drywall and embers. The owners stood knee-deep in the wreckage as they spoke with a young woman who did not share their vacant expressions. She wore a mostly clean dress buttoned up to the collar. Her pale hair was straight behind her without the telling gnarls and tangles of desperation. She wore it tied in a simple ribbon to keep it out of her face.
“I… can’t help but notice that you’re having trouble. I’m a woman of many talents, quite of them being magical in nature, and I was wondering… do you want… or need… any help?”
Celes hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but once she heard it, she couldn't help herself. 'Magical talents?' Celes had seen Zack and that wounded woman use magic during the attack, but she'd never gotten the chance to ask about it. Celes frowned despite herself as she watched this strange young woman who spoke so casually of the most destructive force in the world.
Then Celes was walking towards her. Maybe it was the lingering effects of oxygen deprivation or maybe it was just her own unimaginable exhaustion, but for some reason, Celes couldn't let the comments of a stranger slide.
"Did you just say you can use magic?" Celes' mind was so muddled that she didn't bother with her usual stiffness. She was far too tired for social awkwardness now. "How? I mean, well...Is that common here? No one seems to bat an eye."
Celes touched her forehead. Her temples were throbbing. "Sorry," she managed between half-clenched teeth, "I just overheard..."
The man and the woman both paused when Lucy offered her services, tilting their heads first and then looking at each other as though they were pondering something. Lucy knew that magic was at fault for everything that happened here in the first place, and she knew that even if it hadn’t been, people were apprehensive when it came to that sort of thing, but… As destructive as magic inherently was, it was only destructive when it was used for destructive purposes. Then, there was a decisive nod.
”Normally, with all that’s gone on and everything, we would say no…” the man began and Lucy nodded. “Of course, I understand. You must be terrified after all this destruction.” The woman nodded and then continued where her husband had left off, “... but we don’t think that we’ve got much of another choice. We’ve been fighting this fire for days now. We’ve lost everything. We’re exhaused.” Lucy offered a weak smile. She felt for them, but didn’t know what to tell them.
Or what they even wanted to hear. She turned towards the flame, but then a voice that called out from behind her stopped her. She blinked, and she turned-- it was a blonde woman. Somewhere around her age or perhaps even older. Was it really strange for her to be using magic? So many people back on Cornelia and so many people here seemed to be capable. “I… no, it’s alright. Don’t apologize. Give me one moment,”
She turned back to the fire and pointed her right palm out towards it-- a stream of ice glittered from the armor and hit the flame with a crackling noise, and then there was… nothing. The fire was gone, and so was the ice, both having been replaced by a small puddle of water. She then turned back to the woman, and crossed her arms over her chest as she pondered exactly what to tell her. Lucy wasn’t even from here.
She didn’t even know that it was different anywhere else. She thought it was normal.
“I am not from this city,” she stated matter-of-factly. “But… where I come from, it is commonplace that some people are born with the innate ability to use black and white magic-- there are even quite a few that can make use of both, like myself.”
Post by Celes Chere on Jan 10, 2016 14:41:27 GMT -6
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Celes is not in a good place right now.
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
The woman turned to her, and for some reason the general cleanliness of her face and hair sent Celes a prickle of irritation. The woman was helping -- she knew -- but there was something about this woman that simply rubbed her the wrong way. Here was a woman who had come in after the attack and sought to help without truly understanding what it all had meant. This woman hadn't seen the rush of blood. She hadn't choked on the fumes of the flames. Celes knew that this woman was well-intentioned (and who was Celes to tell her not to help people?), but the sight of her smooth hair and bright eyes sent Celes' teeth on edge.
Or at least, it did when Celes could barely stand from exhaustion.
“I… no, it’s alright. Don’t apologize. Give me one moment." The woman turned back towards the wreckage and raised a hand. Celes felt the chill of magic, and then the woman's hand sparked with light. Icy air streamed from her hand in currents. It coated the embers in blankets of white before crystallizing with a loud crack. The magic merged with the remnants of the fire, and then the two were extinguished. The embers lost their heated glow at the same time that the ice dematerialized to water. When the woman was done, the ruins were a slosh of soggy wood and wet charcoal. Celes wrinkled her nose at the smell.
The woman turned back to Celes and crossed her arms thoughtfully. “I am not from this city," the woman said with an almost judgmental lack of expression, "But… where I come from, it is commonplace that some people are born with the innate ability to use black and white magic-- there are even quite a few that can make use of both, like myself.”
Commonplace? Celes couldn't imagine it, and yet, hadn't she run in to far stranger concepts already? Celes had woken to an entirely different world -- one which knew nothing of her own reality. She'd seen technology that shouldn't exist, giant monsters wreaking havoc, and magic used without even blinking an eye. The idea shouldn't have been odd to her, really, but Celes couldn't help the uneasiness she felt at the thought. Magic led to power which led to war.
What kind of world would rampant magic create? Celes didn't want to think of it.
"Oh," Celes said. She searched her mind for something else, but between her exhaustion and the sudden ringing of her ears, she found nothing interesting. "I'm not either. From here, I mean. My magic..." Her throat itched and suddenly she was coughing again. "My magic...I've used it to help-" Her words were lost in the hacking, clutching gasps that overtook her lungs. Something dislodged itself in her throat and touched wet into her hand. She glanced down at it -- black.
"Not again," Celes gasped, and then lost herself to the coughing. She clutched at her stomach, doubling over as her face grew hot and her eyes dotted to block. "The fire..." she managed to say before she was stumbling backwards. Her knees cracked against a fallen beam, and she felt herself falling.
The fire had done more to her than could be healed in a few nights' rest. Celes had tried to push on for the good of the people and all the innocents she'd failed to save, but willpower could only do so much.
She fell into the damp, ashen wastes at her feet. The smell surrounded her like a shroud.
Was it really a normal circumstance that people here weren’t actually… from here? That was what Lucy was talking away from this conversation in them moment; she crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head at the blonde woman and as soon as she was able to get a better look at her, she could tell that the woman had been in the thick of everything likely since it had started. Lucy always made it a point to look pristine; it was meticulous and she couldn’t help it. For a moment she felt bad, but at the same time, she didn’t. Not really.
She coughed. It sounded unhealthy-- she knew from what Oran had taught her that the cough wasn’t normal. It was wet and… different. If the fire had been all throughout the city that might have caused it, but she couldn’t be sure. She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head inquisitively, “Are you alright, miss?” And then she tried to talk, and yet Lucy still had a hard time understanding her. It just managed to… worsen. Oh, no. This wasn’t good. It wasn’t good at all; the red wizard could already see the direction in which it was headed.
And the next thing that Lucy knew, the woman was falling. Her knees buckled and she started towards the ground-- and Lucy reacted as quickly as she could, instinctively. She reached out and she grabbed her by her arm, wrapping it around her neck and supporting her. “Miss? Miss! Please!” But she was unresponsive and Lucy was panicking. Oran… Oran would know what to do in this moment, and he was much more levelheaded than she could be in times like this. Going up against a dangerous monster? That was fine. Healing illnesses? Not fine.
“Calm, Lucina. Be calm.” A stranger had basically fallen into her lap with an illness. She was coughing up a tar like substance-- from smoke? She had been trained to do this, and at least the woman was still breathing. “You shall not die this day,” she whispered under her breath. She would do all in her power to save this stranger-- that was just the type of person that she was. Without even thinking, she began walking. The inn wasn’t far off. She’d get there. She had to get there and she had to help. She really didn’t have a choice.
So she rented a room, for the two of them, and placed the woman in the bed. She tried to cast Cure on her, to see if that would work, but it didn’t… oh, no. What would Oran do? What would he say?
"First and foremost, bring peace to yourself.”
Lucy inhaled deeply, and then exhaled. She closed her eyes and… stopped thinking.
“Know serenity in the midst of all the world's noise.”
Everything was quiet. The only noise that she could hear was the light rast of the woman’s breath.
“... think of nothing else but the light. Let it grow within you.”
Let it grow within you. Let it grow until it bursts. She did just that, and within minutes, she gasped and opened her eyes as her hands hovered over top of Celes-- and there was a burst of white light that seemed to rain down upon her, sparkling and hopefully filling her with life. Filling her with what she needed to fight whatever ailed her.
Post by Celes Chere on Jan 19, 2016 17:37:23 GMT -6
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Whee! Dream sequences!
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Celes was floating. She felt the whistle of wind beneath her -- the weightlessness -- but she could not move. At first, there was only darkness and that odd sense of defying gravity. Her mind chugged slowly. This is death, she thought, Or maybe just a nightmare. Celes tried to open her mouth, but her throat caught and would not form words. When she breathed, she smelled fire.
Fire, like a raging inferno of embers. Fire, like the harsh burn of magic. Fire, like a super-heated flash of judgement from the sky.
But she did not feel the heat, and slowly the world around her took form.
Her body lost its weightlessness and pressed deep into a softness which almost buried her. Above her, she saw a white ceiling -- around her were wood paneled walls. There was a new smell now like dust and mildew left alone for too long. Beneath her fingers, she felt at something latticed and fragile. Flowers. She felt them about her head too. Lilies, daisies, the roses she had once tended as a child -- so bright and delicate. Footsteps sounded beside her, but she could not turn her head. Her body wouldn't listen to her.
"Will she be alright? I mean, she's not...Is she?"
"I've done all I can to keep her this way. The raid...Did what I could..."
Footsteps and then someone was beside her. There was a great orange light and her body filled with warmth. It flickered inside of her like fire, but there was no pain. The heat filled her veins in place of blood. It pulsed through her heart, chest, neck, and mind. A face appeared above her -- soft, loving blue eyes, the quiet arc of a sad smile, the splay of light hair tussled around him like a halo. He reached out for her and called her something that was not her name. She heard that word, understood it from far away, but it was not her. Not her at all.
Yet, above the flames and that great light, his hand came so close -- so careful -- that she didn't care. The heat invigorated her, but when her mouth parted, she could barely hear herself over the sudden cry of a bird.
"Locke..."
There was a jolt like electricity and Celes opened her eyes.
At first, Celes could see nothing over the glow of a great white light. Her eyes burned with it, but she didn't look away. Everything hurt. Her body felt heavy -- arms, legs, and head all made of lead. Her lips were parted as though she had been saying something. A single word lingered there. Her throat scratched with the roughness of sandpaper.
"What-? Where-?" Celes tried, but the effort left her gasping and coughing until her breath felt like knives in her throat. Her eyes focused past the light and saw a tidy room lit mostly in whites and browns. Beside her was an oak-carved nightstand with a heavily shaded lamp. Beneath her was a neatly made bed and cotton sheets. Above her stood a woman.
The woman was not familiar. Her eyes were closed in quiet concentration. Her face was expressionless, just a slight furrow of her eyebrows and the intense muttering of spells. Her hair was pulled back neatly into a headband -- untangled. Her dress had been smeared with ash, but looked clean-pressed and ironed at the collar.
"Who-?" Celes tried, but then coughed again. It seized her throat like nails.
"Who-Who are you?" she tried again. "Where am I? Where-?" Coughing. It rattled wetly in her lungs and she managed to place a hand over her mouth. She could still smell smoke. Her fingers were coated in ash.
"The fire." Celes closed her eyes and saw it -- searing heat, crackling walls, roofs collapsing, helpless screams silenced. She hadn't been able to do anything to stop it. Nothing.
"I tried." It sounded more as a plea to herself than a real explanation. Her head swam with a heavy fog. "There was too much. I couldn't..." It was no good. She couldn't speak more than a few words before her lungs objected.
But the pain had numbed. As Celes lowered her hand, she noted its lack of weight. Her vision had cleared, and her breaths came a little easier now. The light had not faded, but glowed about her like an aura. She could still feel its warmth. Healing magic.
"Thank you," Celes said without coughing this time. "I don't know what I would have-." But that was too much. Celes swallowed heavily and let the magic wash over her. Magic -- the source of so much destruction. Magic -- the cold buzzing in the back of her mind. Magic...
Another face swam in her mind. Wide eyes, bright bangles, and a haze of green. Terra.
"I need to find someone." Her voice came roughly and she winced at the pain. "Terra. Have you-?" Coughing. When she'd finished, she added, "Have you seen her?"
