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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2018 14:59:57 GMT -6
“We are both mages of high caliber that I can sense in you and I know myself… Yet I know that if we are to help one another should the need arrive. I think that we would be good to do that with one another.” Speaking up her words were twinged with confidence and yet soft tones. It was obvious she was not much of a straight warrior but she was a mage through and through. Her words were a casual observation of that. Her eyes caught his gaze move and linger on the singular moon. His words about a wish came to her as she turned her own gaze up toward the moon.
“My wish is to get home and continue with the rebuilding of my home and to protect the family I left behind. Yet if that is impossible yes I would like to find good company that I could trust and find a way to carve myself a home here upon this world.” The words rung true within her mind and she brought her gaze from the moon and back toward Kuja as he let out a delicate laugh. The words about not being quite human brought a hesitant nod from Terra as it was true. She felt the same pain that she could not but feel coming from Kuja’s words.
“Terra. I am happy to make your acquaintance Kuja.” She responded to him with a slight bow of formality from herself. The smile on her face finally showed she was relazed around Kuja and that she was no longer going to be against the idea of spending time around him.
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Final Fantasy IX
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Post by Kuja on Feb 15, 2018 8:33:26 GMT -6
[attr="class","oneword1"] Why should the world exist without me?
Her name was Terra.
That name struck him like a thunder spell. Terra. She said it so casually and yet all he could do was stare. What right did anyone here have to utter that word so thoughtlessly? What cruel irony was this and why couldn’t he find pleasure in it? If there was anyone worthy of that name, he supposed it would be her -- wrapped in blue, frail as a child, and watching him with those mystical violet eyes -- but why? Surely it couldn’t be mere coincidence, but if not, then what could it mean?
And why did he feel as though he’d thought all of this before?
Kuja didn’t realize that his expression had slipped until a moment too late. He cleared it just a quickly as it had come (what had he looked like to her?) but his thoughts continued, sparking with an almost electric frequency. Did she have some connection to him? To his native planet? Why was she capable of such a familiar trance and how on all of Gaia did he know her?
”My apologies,” he said as lightly as he could manage. ”Your name. I feel as though I’ve heard it before.” Too many times before. Far, far too many and in a cloud of blue haze. His fingers clenched into his sleeve as he recrossed his arms. He refused to lose composure.
”I think that it’s certainly possible to find a way home. In fact, that’s exactly why I’ve come here. I’m a scholar, you see, and specialize in the study of ancient magic.” He glanced at her carefully. This next step would need a delicate hand. ”This place carries a particularly unusual brand of magic and a powerful one as you’ve no doubt noted. I’ve seen it before in dimensional portals and teleportation spells. Surely you can infer the significance.” He turned to consider the archway, tilting his head in thought. ”I believe this to be a gateway of sorts between our home dimensions, but I also believe it to be currently inactive. It feeds off of other sources of magic, but finding them has been rather...troublesome.” His attention fixed on Terra once again. ”You seem far more attuned to such matters than I. Have you sensed anywhere else with power like this? Anything at all?”
For him, there was only the Metaia Temple. Perhaps the World Sight, but it had already yielded its secrets to him and he doubted it would ever come to relevance again. He touched thoughtfully at his bottom lip.
”Unfortunately, the people here want no one near their places of power. I assume it has something to do with tradition and old superstition.” Or the possible release of a horde of feral dragons. He shook his head. ”Such meaningless trappings when lives are at stake.” He looked up to meet the girl’s eye. ”I wish to return us home,” he said. ”As far as I’ve seen no one else has a plan except to wander the world at random and scoff at anyone who upsets their peace. But I’ve been studying this world since I arrived, and I have no intention of remaining stranded on it.”
How familiar. Certainly fate was cyclical. This was not his first foreign planet nor the first time he’d scoured it for the keys to activating a dimensional portal. At this point, such matters were almost mundane.
”Would you join me? With your sensitivity to magic, I think that I might have hope for progress after all.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2018 13:37:51 GMT -6
“Just the same that I swore that within my mind your name sounds familiar.” Speak spoke a bit as she was watching him. There were just a few things that seemed too familiar to her about him and yet she knew full well that she had not met him in the past. It was almost like a whisper of her own future inside the world she had left before arriving on Zephon was attempting to talk to her. This was an unusual feeling but she shook it off as he began to speak about how he was a scholar of ancient magics.
This simple statement intrigued Terra as it was not something she had heard of. As back on her world those type of people became slaves to Kefka upon his ascension and those that hadn’t went mad around the same time. It was as if the very words he was speaking were visible to Terra as he spoke. It was very silvered tongue and that put a slight bit of fear inside of her. Yet the words he was speaking were truth filled as her eyes moved to look over the ruins. “I have sensed that as well. This places magic is so much… clearer to focus on and through. Yet this is like teleportation… Now that you mention this fact to me it does almost feel like it does when I rip a hole into the Void for my X-Zone spell…”
Once more her gaze fell upon the archway as he tilted his head and spoke about it. The direct question at her was one she was not fully ready for yet she would take a moment and bring her hand to her chin. “In my travels there was a Temple that had a weird magical property to it. That was one such place. I know I met a dragoon that carried a small token of magical anomalies upon her belt. There was also a grove of trees in the middle of… I think it was called the Headstone Forest. That tree… there was just something off about it.”
Her words were certain and truthful as she had spent most of her time avoiding the cities and wandering the wilderness of Zephon. She nodded in agreement to him as it was true. That the main centers of pure magic were off limits. It was as if things were to be permanently sealed off. When his gaze met hers, she could not help but look back directly into his own eyes. Only turning her gaze aside after a few moments. “We can exchange information and if we find something let the other know? Does that sound like something agreeable to you Kuja? I… do not really want to seem not all that trusting but there were things back in my world that soured my full perspective on helping people so blindly.”
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Final Fantasy IX
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Post by Kuja on Feb 16, 2018 22:14:33 GMT -6
[attr="class","oneword1"] [attr="class","fromyou1"] Terra Branford Why have two of my characters asked Terra on a date? Why should the world exist without me?
She told him about Metaia Temple. It was useless information to him, but he supposed it was a good sign that she’d started with the most obvious. Perhaps she wasn’t useless after all. After that, she described some dragoon’s relic or another (interesting, perhaps he would pursue it at a later time, but doubted it was relevant) and something about a tree in the Headstone Forest. Odd, he’d seen no such thing, but he supposed his own magical senses had been dulled by the Mist. He’d have to search for it when he returned.
Hadn’t he been meaning to return soon? Yes, he’d had certain enterprising thoughts about that Mist. Perhaps he would have to execute the first phases of his plans shortly.
The girl met his gaze and then broke it, glancing off to the side almost sheepishly. Perhaps his attention made her feel uncomfortable. Perhaps she’d sensed his intentions at last.
”We can exchange information and if we find something let the other know?” Her voice came weak and uncertain. Almost afraid to offend. ”I… do not really want to seem not all that trusting but there were things back in my world that soured my full perspective on helping people so blindly.”
So she did know better. How surprising.
”But of course.” He blinked as though in offense. ”I thought that was understood. I wanted nothing more than to stay in contact. To imagine you’d agree to anything else, I would have had to have thought you hopelessly dull.” He turned away from her so she see the smirk hiding behind the back of his hand. As hopelessly dull as she was gullible, but perhaps she had more sense than he’d thought. Just a little, at least.
”But you’re someone who I would like to meet again under the light of another moon.” He gestured towards the sky. It’s one, silver moon touched upon them both. ”Perhaps at this site again in, oh, three? Months that is. That should give us more than enough time to gather what information we can. Until then, I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better.” He tilted his head as he looked back to her, eyes lit with interest. ”Your magic intrigues me, and I wonder if you might help recover my lost memories. Perhaps we could meet to show each other a few spells?” He raised a hand from his crossed arms and gestured towards her, palm turned upwards. ”Unless you have a plan of greater importance?”
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