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[attr="class","ayab-text"] The breath between one moment and the next was enough to change worlds. Perhaps literally in this case as Ifalna opened her eyes and found herself in an entirely unfamiliar surrounding. Her last moment of consciousness had been of stumbling from the train of Sector Five and of seeing her daughter run off in an attempt to find aid. Ifalna felt her heart stutter uncertainly against her breast as she lurched forward--a cry dying and forming on her lips as her body refused to follow her intentions. Her strength had already been drained in her sudden escape from Shinra, and she did not know how much remained left her. The call of the lifestream felt alarmingly absent from her, and she knew at once that she was not in Midgar or upon any surface of Gaia. Even if Midgar she had still managed to hear the wails and cries of the planet as more and more of the lifestream was drained to provide daily comfort for those that did not fully understand the consequences of their ignorant actions. "A-Aerith? Sweetie, where are you?" [break][break]
The hum and buzz of those passersby did little to comfort her--ignored and weakened as she was. Ifalna was desperate in her attempts to will her legs to move, and she made a modicum of progress as she leaned heavily against the brick wall behind her. The moment she was halfway to standing her legs gave out beneath her, and she fell to the ground with a muted cry. Tears burned heavily within her emerald eyes as a new sense of helplessness settled over her. Where was her daughter? Where was she? If only this weakened body of hers would obey her demands to move, but she was helpless as she leaned back against the brick wall. Her fingers curled tightly against the palm of her hand--nails digging into the skin almost hard enough to draw forth blood. [break][break]
Ifalna could do nothing but watch as this new world passed by before her. The citizens ignored her beyond a curious or judging glance thrown her way. How could so many ignore someone in such obvious distress? People who were more concerned with their personal troubles and stresses over the plight of an injured stranger. The young mother could empathize with such a viewpoint, but her understanding would not aid her in finding her daughter and where she was. Again, she drew forth a sheer stubbornness to pull herself back to her feet even as she coughed and blood bubbled against her lips to mar the corner of her mouth and drip down her ivory skin.
Neck swayed side to side, the wind brushed through Raven locks, soft feathers between gauntleted fingers, Reports of a rather large bird had become the talk of Provo, a bird foreign to these lands with an even stranger woman on it's back, sometimes she needed a nice flight to relax, it cleared her mind soaring through the sky on the back of her Yol, it helped her to get a better grasp and bearing of just where she was! The bird gave a screech as it was urged into a dive, Yugiri had been up in the sky for a while, she wanted to walk on the soil, give Arashi a chance to rest and hunt for his own food. The sound of a body hitting the ground in a smooth tuck and roll, the Shinobi had touched down onto solid ground once more the giant bird flying over the buildings, it's shadows eclipsing the streets, eyes scanning the streets letting out an alarmed screech.
Yugiri had started to hum to herself, a melody of her people, the people of Doma, a melody to offer praise to Tsukuyomi, the Kami of the moon. The humming stopped, she heard the screech from her Yol, the streets were too crowded...the screech was a call of alarm, someone or something was in danger or posed a danger to Yugiri or Arashi! Yugiri scaled the side of one building, taking the rooms, the large bird cicling over one spot in the city, an alley way by the looks of it. Soft foot steps, deft movements, the Shinobi ghosted across the roofs approaching her destination rapidly, her eyes glued down to the streets, the people in the streets seemed unalarmed so clearly this was something that did not concern or alarm them SOMEHOW. So no one had been openly attacked.
Arashi would let out another screech as Yugiri approached, the bird flying off completely, satisfied that the smaller woman would be able to handle what it smelled...it had smelled blood...FRESH blood. a soft 'THWIP' and the clink of chainmail could be heard above Ifalna, the sounds of pain, crying being picked up by the young Shinobi. The sound of someone....something falling to the ground to Ifalna's right side. "E-excuse me, is everything ok-" Yugiri stopped herself, looking at the woman, the young woman's green eyes went WIDE, her fair skin, pearly scales and horns might cause one to recoil expecting her to be some sort of monster, purple and black armor, daggers at her waist. "B-by the Kami, are you okay to stand? We need to get you to a Chiregeon right away!" Yugiri would say seeing the woman's condition...she didn't have to be a medical expert to know her wounds were deep, she only knew basic aide...those skills would barely be of help to this poor woman. "M-miss, keep your eyes open, focus on my voice. We are going to get you to someone who can help!" Yugiri would say producing a cloth to wipe the blood from the corner of the woman's mouth looking around, was there someone she could get to help her take this woman to a doctor? Somewhere that she could take this woman to GET help nearby?
BATHED BLACK IN SILENCE, OUR SURRENDER A SOMBRE REVERIE
Provo was a risky gamble. Mainly because if Alex ever found him, he'd level half the city trying to get to him, and his actual appearance would do little to help him dodge that. Still, it was a good idea to check in and see if the idiot was doing well and hadn't died yet. That and, well, there were some ingredients one could only get in Provo, and he'd be a fool to deny Cassandra the best tools for her craft. With Hythlodaeus back in their lives, he had the faintest feeling that the Bard would be quite upset to learn that Atlas, or at the very least, his latest incarnation was here, and Hades hadn't said anything, or worse yet, Alex had gone and died on the both of them. Normally this would be a non issue, as Alex, or Atlas, would simply reincarnate and they'd just have to wait a couple decades, no big deal. Except here, there was no lifestream, meaning that unfortunately, anyone who did not know how to cheat death like Hades, were on their last lives. No pressure.
The woman leaning against the building perfectly proved that, and the other young lady beside her besides. He approached and casually stopped, bag of groceries in hand. "Well, aren't you in awful shape?" He wondered if she was like him, having been whisked away here at the moment of death. His thoughts turned briefly to the gaping hole he hid behind a glamour, Alex's handiwork that. He was willing to bet Alex couldn't pull that again, though. And that was how Solus zos Galvus, Emperor of Garlemald, crusher of Ala Mhigo, Dalmasca, Doma, and other Imperial Provices, found Ifalna and Yugiri. Oh, and he was an Ascian besides, but, well, that was unimportant. This was surely a better idea than the other option. He finally cast his gaze to the Shinobi. An unfamiliar face that ultimately held no meaning to him.
He looked at the woman. She had an idea, but no real execution in mind, he wagered. "And what of you? Here to go for a quick mark, are we?" His gaze turned back to the older woman. Yes, she desperately needed aid, if the blood and sickly pallor was anything to go by. He could fix that up in a jiffy, if need be, but well, he'd have to deal with the Doman.
And then he remembered; he was Solus for this outing.
[attr="class","ayab-text"] Ifalna barely had the elegance Hojo would compliment her with to remain standing, she continued to do so through sheer strength of will. Her senses were dulled from the pain wracking her body as she fought the urge to simply sink forth into the welcoming darkness that edged at the corner of her eyes. The years of physical abuse her body had gone through were quickly catching up to her the longer she pushed herself forward. The young woman turned her head to the side as a very unfamiliar figure soon appeared by her side as if by divine providence, or perhaps there were those that still cared for the wellbeing of their fellow kind. Lurching forward, Ifalna grasped the arm of the strange-looking woman with one purpose in mind: "H-have you seen a little girl? She has my hair and eyes with a green ribbon in her hair." [break][break]
This woman's concern was touching and brought forth a light of hope within her. Perhaps her daughter had found a kind stranger to look after her as well? Ifalna had to believe that Aerith had been brought here as well or all of the pain she had gone through would mean nothing in the end. If she knew that her little girl was safe, then she could pass out without regret. The blood around her mouth was soon cleaned, but Ifalna could not help the next coughing fit that wracked her body regardless. Blood bubbled again, but she swallowed it back down with a stubborn twist of her lips. Death would not have her until she knew Aerith was safe, or at least had an idea on what she needed to do. [break][break]
Soon enough another deigned to join this odd duo as Ifalna turned her gaze to a rather striking man. Groceries in his hand and looking at them as nonchalantly as if she did not stand at death's door before him. Regardless of his insensitive words, Ifalna felt the need to defend the woman tending to her as best as she could. "I am no one's mark to have anymore. She aided me when most others wouldn't have." Her words were labored and breathless--leaning against this strange woman as her body began to give out on her once more. "Please, I need to find my daughter." Ifalna felt the broken record her words were becoming as desperation flooded her veins and caused her heart to race wearily within her chest. Nothing else mattered--not even herself. [break][break]
Yugiri's gaze rested upon the injured woman, concern in her eyes, a question on her lips "H-have you seen a little girl? She has my hair and eyes with a green ribbon in her hair." The woman asked. Yugiri had to blink shaking her head. "My apologies miss, but I have seen no child the likes of your description. Allow me to get your wounds tended, I will help you find her. You-" Yugiri paused, becoming aware of another presence....something about the man looked familiar. "Mark? I am a Shinobi not an Assassin! I fight with Honor, I am not some cut throat!" Yugiri spat at the man for his indignance.
Yugiri shook her head, glaring at the man who had slieghted her honor. "Either help me get her to a Chiregeon or step aside, I have no need for you if you only wish to cause problems Ser." Yugiri would say wrapping one of Ifalna's shoulders around her neck...Yugiri might be a slight bit shorter than Ifalna but she could still try! "We will find your daughter miss, I swear this. On my hono as a Shinobi, as retainer to Lord Hien of Doma." Yugiri would say waiting a moment to see if the man would help before beginning to walk away on her own with the injured woman...he would either help or follow at a distance to see if the Shinobi's intentions were as pure as she claimed. Yugiri focused all of her attention onto the woman who needed her help. "Eyes open, focus on my voice. I am called Yugiri Mistwalker...what do they call you? So I may know what name to give the Chiregeon should you pass out before we find one." Yugiri would ask, her pearl white tail whipping about impatient behind her, she was still learning the layout of this city...the symbols and writings while in some aspects were familiar....they were just as alien to her.
BATHED BLACK IN SILENCE, OUR SURRENDER A SOMBRE REVERIE
Shinobi. Assassin. The words meant little difference to him. Instead, he just counted his small blessings. There was some relief, he realized, that she hadn't recognized him as Solus zos Galvus. Perhaps she was from a different time period, one before the empire of Garlemald? That would explain it well enough. At least, up until she had mentioned Hien. Of Doma. Ah. Then she was either distracted, or a bit of a buffoon. He decided that he would go with a mixture of both. Perhaps a confrontation at least, could be avoided. He'd rather not have it get back to Cassandra that he'd gone and gotten into a fight in Provo where Alex could hear of it, and promptly lose his mind, if Cassandra's recounting of his reaction to his idiotic guild getting demolished was anything to go by.
But the wounded woman's words caused him to quirk a brow. Anymore? Now, that was quite the qualifying word, wasn't it? Just what had she been through in the past? She was more concerned about her daughter. He could respect that. They both told him off, and he shrugged. What did their opinions mean to him? Still, it wouldn't do to leave some small child to lose her mother. Cassandra was rubbing off on him, he felt. He rolled his eyes, biting back a sigh. Looping his free arm behind his back as they walked away from him, he simply snapped his fingers, and the aether coalesced around and within the injured woman. Full Cure, he'd heard it termed before. A rather deceptive name, if he was being honest. Oh, it'd take her time to regain her footing, she wouldn't be back to her old self immediately. But it would be enough to save her life. The wounds could be mended, but only time alone could return the strength lost. Of course, such a spell for most people would have been draining, exhausting. But for him, he barely felt it.
He contemplated whether this was the moment to simply vanish in a black portal and be done with it. But he had a feeling outing himself as an Ascian would probably draw more attention than simply being Garlean. Or Solus. At least he had plausible deniability for the magic. And frankly, he did not have the energy or patience to deal with either, nor did he have the energy to go back and get more groceries if these were to be tarnished.
[attr="class","ayab-text"] Ifalna tried her best not to learn her entire weight upon the shorter woman as her arm was brought around those slim shoulders. It seemed to her that the man before her recognized this woman, or at least of the strange titles and patron she spoke of. Shinobi were not unknown to her entirely as Wutai had been a nation that had employed such forces during the war. Her knowledge went little beyond that, but Ifalna was quite sure this woman did not come from Wutai with such a distinct appearance. No, she was from another world entirely, which was still quite a lot for her to wrap her mind around. Perhaps her horrid condition was a minor blessing as she was not overwhelmed with a sense of culture shock when there were more important matters for her to consider. "Ifalna. My name is Ifalna," she spoke softly. How long had it been since anyone had cared to know her name? [break][break]
Yugiri's kind words did settle her nerves somewhat as the concern shown to her was more than she had received in the last seven years of her life. Only her daughter had ever shown concern for her depleting strength, but that was not something she had ever shown to Aerith purposely. All of her pain and traumas had been hidden behind her tales of adventure and the stories of her people that had been given to her by her own mother. Oh, how that seemed to be an entirely different lifetime the more she allowed herself to linger upon such bittersweet thoughts. Ifalna felt a sudden swirl of energy that was not quite unlike that of the magic she had once been able to wield before being taken to Midgar. There did not seem to be any ill intent with it as she felt the worst frays of her injuries begin to ravel back together. An ease to the ache within her chest as the blood within her throat ebbed away to only remain of the bitter taste upon her tongue. [break][break]
Her limbs still felt heavy and the years of abuse she had suffered would not disappear so suddenly. No, such experiments that had been done to her would not fade completely from her physical body for quite some time, nor did she believe the mental wounds left behind would ever truly leave her. The ease with which she took her next breath had her laughing unexpectedly. When had she last been able to breathe without a cough soon rattling in her lungs and blood upon her lips? When had she last been able to laugh at the simple joy in being able to stand on her own? Ifalna did not chance allowing herself to remove herself from Yugiri entirely, but she had enough strength to turn back and look to the man with a radiant smile and gratitude shining within her green eyes. "Thank you." If she had enough time to heal and rest, then she would be able to look for Aerith within this unknown world. Her daughter had to be here--she knew it within the depths of her soul. [break][break]
"Your control over such a spell is not often seen in my world." An idle observation that sparked an inquisitive expression to cross her features, but Ifalna knew it was not her place to pry. He had done more than she had expected or had a right to. That was more than enough as it gave her the chance to recover in full. [break][break]
Yugiri noticed a distinct lack of help from the man who had found her and Ifalna, not only was he accusing her of attempting to KILL the woman she had found on deaths door, he also had the nerve to just stand there and WATCH! Yugiri would scoff, spitting something at the man in a foriegn tongue...Ifalna might hear small tidbits of what might sound like the native tongue of Wutai? But the phonetics were COMPLETELY wrong! ["Leave it to a Garlean to abandon those in need...spineless cowards."] Yugiri would spit at the man, "Ifalna-san, pay the vagabond no heed, he will be of no assistance in your seeking of your daughter." Yugiri's tail would flick at Emet, she either hadn't recognized him...or she was playing as if she didn't. The man's Third eye on his forehead gave away his Garlean heritage. A small flame of hostility in the Raen woman even if she knew better...old habits died hard, the Garleans had commited so many attrocities to her people and many other's!
Even as Yugiri slowly walked with Ifalna, taking the woman out onto the busier bustling streets, she felt the sudden convergance, the gathering of aether, she had felt this feeling...many times before, the gathering of aether, chaneling into a spell. Yugiri spun around drawing a dagger expecting for the man to be channeling some form of magic to attack herself and Ifalna when their backs were turned...but no attack came, the convergence, the gathering came and went just as quickly...the labored pained breathing of Ifalna eased, Wait...Garleans couldn't use magic...even the youngest Doman, the youngest Eorzean knew that! They lacked a complete ability to channel and harness aether, attempting to teleport or even cast a simple healing spell on a Garlean tended to have adverse side effects akin to an allergic reaction in her experience! Who cast the spell? The people passing by? No...past a nervous glance and hurrying off seeing a one woman carrying an injured woman with a blade drawn...no one would have the guts to even attempt it for fear of being attacked. The guards? No...she hadn't spotted any guards nearby or even on patrol in this area. She hadn't cast the spell, she could barely even get her Jutsu's to work properly here!
Yugiri's mind went through a million posibilities in the span of but a few brief moments, the logic and thought process of the Shinobi training paying off in spades! If she hadn't cast the spell, Ifalna hadn't cast the spell...none passing them by on the streets had cast it...unless there was another Shinobi or Thief lurking nearby masking their presence and obscurring sight of themselves....the only one who COULD have cast the spell was the Garlean! Yugiri hesitated, the wind of the cool morning tussled raven locks. "You are no Garlean, you look of it, but you are not. Garleans are unable to use magic....especially if they are pureblood and you dress too well and carry yourself as royalty. You are not of mixed blood." Yugiri would mutter aloud eyes still locked onto the man, Ifalna had some strength back, she felt the woman take more of her own weight, it wasn't much but she was recovering! words of thanks fell from the other woman's lips, a compliment to his magical prowess. Yugiri's eyes narrowed, the more she looked at this man the more a memory stirred within her, her tasks with the Doman resistance...portraits hanging on the walls, she had claimed not to be an assassin but once upon a time...she did anything her lords, her masters deemed she do, spying...killing, stealing sensitive documents, information...weapons.
"Ifalna-san, be wary. This man...is not what he seems! He is a monster wearing Hyur skin! he resembles Solus Galvus, the man directly responsible for the death of many of my countrymen, my kin!" Yugiri would spit gripping her dagger tighter, now torn between her duty to help this woman...or seeing if the resemblence to the Garlean dictator was just passing resemblance....or a true revival, a specter walking amongst the living too stubborn to die! Yugiri's eyes began to grow wild with fury, this man, this man and Zeno's, responsible for so much pain, so much death...if this WAS truly Solus....could she let him get away? Would it be worth it...to stop him and sacrifice this poor woman clinging to her? Yugiri's arms, her legs tensed, her tail began to sway behind her, a predator calculating the angle it needed to take down it's prey.
BATHED BLACK IN SILENCE, OUR SURRENDER A SOMBRE REVERIE
Well, there it was, a thank you. It was nice to get a little gratitude around here, and Hades simply gave a noncommittal shrug in response. The Doman spoke some Hingan, but if Solus understood, he gave no reaction. As for whether Hades understood, well that much was obvious. He stood and waited, arm behind his back, groceries in the other hand. Though he brought it out for a moment as he simply pointed up at his third eye. "And what, pray tell, makes you think it was I who used magic? There are many would be healers in this world. Plenty of them here." He knew there was a clinic here run by a gaggle of White Mages. Only one of its kind, really. He even heard that the owner had a tendency to simply heal without expectation of payment. Good for them. Truly.
He sniffed. If he must play the part of the Sneering Imperialist, so be it. A way out of this mess was beginning to come to him, though it would mean sacrificing the groceries, and he was most loathe to do that. "Solus zos Galvus, thank you." The zos was important. It did indeed denote royalty. The man who had turned a republic into an empire. Rather simple in hindsight. Bang the drums of heritage, link them to Delita Heiral's Empire of Ivalice, and the revanchist fervor would do the rest of the work for you. He shrugged again, shaking his head as a wry smirk appeared on his lips. "I apologize, but I have no idea who you are." He said simply. It wasn't a lie, he had some basic information, but the identity of this Yugiri ultimately eluded him, and he wasn't interested.
He mentally apologized to Cassandra, she'd have to work with something else later. He wasn't sure how to escape this with the groceries in tact. But Yugiri's story was one he'd heard time and again, and well, there was always the easy answer to that. "You see, the day the Garlean empire came to your quaint little village was the most important day of your life." His free hand moved inward, his gloved fingers brushing against his chest. "For me, it was Watersday." He stated simply.
[attr="class","ayab-text"] From one catastrophe into the next seemed to be Ifalna's fate at present. Even if she had been at her peak health, she would not consider herself a fighter by any means. The term of Garlean meant nothing to her, but she could not help herself from flinching at the term full-blood. How much had she suffered because of her status as the last pureblooded Ancient left? Quickly shaking her head, she maneuvered herself to stand in front of Yugiri as she placed both of her hands upon the shorter woman's shoulders. It was quite obvious this man held the disdain of this young woman before her for very sound reasons. All-the-same, Ifalna could not in good conscience allow a fight to break out when he had healed her and they were in the middle of a city full of innocent people. "I understand, Yugiri. I truly do," she said softly. Her people had suffered without end over the centuries until she had been the only one left and still she suffered because of the selfishness and depravity of others. [break][break]
"Back in my world, I am the last of the pureblooded Ancients--the Cetra as we called ourselves. I was taken and held against my will for years because they wanted to exploit me for my powers. I endured to keep my daughter safe." The words were somewhat rushed and still somewhat breathless as she kept her eyes solely upon Yugiri. The man's words behind her were hardly doing him any favors if he could act so flippantly in the face of another's pain. "Please, stay your anger and recognize where we are. In a city full of innocent people with no knowledge of this history between you both." Smiling gently, she slid her arms back to grasp one of Yugiri's hands with both of her own. It had been so long since she had admitted any of her secrets so easily, but she would do so if it meant staying the younger woman's hand. This Solus seemed disinterested at best with how little regard he gave to Yugiri, which would only serve to incense her further. [break][break]
"Please, Solus, have a care for the pain of someone else. We all have our burdens to carry, but they shouldn't be brushed aside as if they meant nothing," Ifalna chided gently, casting a glance over her shoulder at the man. Her gratitude was still palpable, but she wished to keep this situation as peaceful as possible. From what she could sense of the man, he held quite a vast amount of power at his fingertips and his wielding of magic was quite precise. The ability to manifest and control from one's own body without the aid of materia was something only her people had been capable of doing. Looking back to Yugiri, Ifalna easily slid her arm through the shinobi's to hold close against her body and to lean against the shorter woman with purpose. There was simply very little strength left to her even with the aid of magic and she needed to rest in order to regain her strength to search for Aerith. [break][break]
