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"Last stop before the World Sight, kupo!" A haggard moogle bobs up and down in the air, shouting at the last caravan of the night. "Dangerous journey ahead, kupo! Get your potions here!" The roadside camp is a jumbled mess of threadbare tents, chocobo stalls, and boxes left about haphazardly. Up ahead, the road is narrow and treacherous and a sign beside it reads, "Unauthorized entry forbidden." The last caravan of supplies is gathering at this road -- a half dozen wagons being fitted with fresh chocobos and the last of its cargo. A weathered-looking man with a wiry gray beard stands beside the last of the caravans, impatiently waiting for the sketchy characters he's been paid to carry through. Though he agreed to give them some time to prepare, he doesn't look like his patience will last for much longer.
[attr="class","nalyrics"]Pretending to be strong saying I'm not afraid of anything
[attr="class","nabody"]In the shadows, beside a dying tree, stood a short girl. After hearing the moogle's announcement, she was seen searching through the shoddy purse wrapped around her neck. Alas, it appeared, she had not the money to pay for one of the potions present. Instead, the child let the bag slide from her grip and returned her hands to her sides. She did not look disappointed, nor annoyed, nor...any emotion. She simply stared ahead, eyes blank and lips taunt.
If one watched her close enough, it was obvious what caravan was in her sights - the one manned by the aged man with the beard. While her body stayed in the same place, her eyes would shift from haphazard gazing to focused studying of the caravan. According to her observations, she had yet to see her companions arrive. Well, "companions" was a delicate way of phrasing it. They all had to get to the same place and were simply whisked away by fate to continue to their destination together.
The girl, whose full name was Paddra Nsu-Yeul, slightly adjusted her headdress. She had modified it prior to arriving; now the silk that covered her face had been replaced with a deep black covering. If the Seeress was indeed to be traveling with some...suspicious individuals, she wanted to make sure that they wouldn't remember her face and create unneeded trouble for her defenseless self and Guardian late on.
Ah yes, her Guardian. He was the reason she was taking this dangerous journey, after all. She'd heard him in her dreams, she'd sworn it. "Within is a treasure among all treasures, a crystal of light within the holy tomb of a warrior. Protect it, my chosen, lest it fall into the wrong hands and we take our first steps into darkness." Those words echoed endlessly, and Yeul was convinced the one who called out to her was indeed her Caius, calling out to her. And so, before dawn broke, she left her place beside the woman who'd been so kindly looking after her, Crowe was her name, and headed out without any note.
A swift gale of wind caused the Seeress to clutch at the fabric over her hips. She was ill-equipped for living the way she was, much less sneaking into a heavily-guarded tomb. And yet there she was, that little Seeress, still clinging to the memory of the one she cared the most for...whoever he really was. Everything was so fuzzy...
Without overthinking it, Yeul headed to the caravan. With a quick glance at the man, she climbed into the caravan. Finding a spot for herself, Yeul settled into it, hugging her scraped knees to her chest and resting her head upon them. Though no one would've been able to see her mouth move from under her darkened veil, they might've been able to hear her mutterings.
"Caius." She whispered, "Guide my steps...For I have an ill feeling over all this..."
[attr="class","natag"]491 ● @dust @sherlotta @allison ● what up I did a thing
He couldn't think of anything more humiliating than the current torture he was enduring. Mateus looked at himself in the reflection of a broken mirror in one of the tents and could not imagine himself looking any worse. He wore a drab grey outfit that blended in with the darkness of the night. It was itchy and scratched him in places he was not used to clothes touching. His usually elegant flowing blonde hair filled with bedazzling jewels was wound tight into a tight messy bun with none of the usual adornments. His normally beautifully painted face looked pale and drab, almost sickly, at the lack of makeup. He thought himself ready to enter the camp not as an Emperor but more like a burlap sack full of potatoes. Still, he didn't want to look out of place among these commoners. The less questions the better. He almost turned round and left his pride taking a significant hit, but the curiosity, mystery, and promise of power his circumstances presented propelled him forward.
Mateus had just been minding his own business one night looking for some sort of entertainment in the boring village he had found himself in. He had just begun to enter the fine eatery when he fell to the floor struck by the worst headache imaginable. He did not notice the concerned look of both the staff and other patrons as the monstrous growl told him of untold power the World Sight's peak. "A weapon of your heart's desire." The words seemed to pulsate with each of the pangs that accosted his head. Coming to he noticed that a crowd of people had surrounded him wondering if he needed medical attention. He quickly got up and exited with one destination on his mind.
As he traveled he had taken note of how the ragged and unkempt dressed noticing that other than himself, no one paid them much mind. Paying one of these souls for information on where to obtain such a garb, Mateus found himself the shameful owner of such an outfit and as such, he had gone to drink away the problem for the time being. Fortunately as tried not to listen to the other patrons talk turned to the mysterious blue light protruding out of the World Sight. The pang of that headache began again as they continued to talk of the tower and how no one had been allowed near since it had appeared save for the necessary supply caravans. Mateus saw his chance and began asking about those caravans with one man leering at his fancy clothes stating that if he really wanted to be on his way to the tower there could be a way if he could afford it. Mateus scoffed. There was no price he was unwilling to pay to make sure he got there.
So here he was. He had almost gone through all the gil he had been able to accumulate in his journey across this world, but he had a secure spot in a merchant's cart. Making his way about the camp, he noticed all the disarray. It would have been so easy to just steal what he needed, but he determined that he didn't need any trouble this early. He purchased a few potions from the Moogles with the remaining gil he had. Although he had learned the curative powers upon the mount, he didn't want to have to rely on that if the going got rough. When he was satisfied with his purchase, he made his way to the arranged caravan. He walked up to the seedy character he was told to meet, he nodded and then hoisted himself into the caravan.
"For I have an ill feeling over all this..." was the first thing he heard as he climbed into a vacant spot. He looked over at the person that had uttered such and noticed the dark veil. So he was not the only one who didn't want to draw attention? Trying to emulate what a commoner would do, Mateus responded instead of staying silent. "I'd say with that thinking it best you depart now," he retorted with a haughty hmpf. That's what those below his station did right; Converse with one another? "I doubt the journey from here on out prove anything but troublesome," he continued trying to find a comfortable way to sit in the ill fitting drab he was wearing. He hoped they would depart soon.
In the back of a merchant wagon, manned by someone who could only be defined as one of the shadiest men alive, Sherlotta sat. In cat form, tucked away behind some crates and boxes, pawing around at the wares in search of anything worth eating. She was starving from just getting here.
No, she hadn't come here just to steal this poor man's livelihood. Her cause was far more grave. Just a few days earlier, she had felt something both entirely alien to her, yet as natural as taking the air she breathed. Her heart had skipped, pulsing with radiant heat, and whispers had crept into the back of her mind. This and that about a crystal atop the World Sight. She wasn't a fan of hearing voices in her head, particularly after her trip to the Headstone Forest, but that wasn't what had hooked her. She could feel it. A crystal, as powerful and massive as the core itself, at the top of the tower. It was all too familiar. The feeling it gave in her chest, like her heart was trying to burst out, was the same as back then, back when she had spawned a crystal of equal caliber.
The voice had been a warning. '... Steps towards darkness...", blah, blah. While she cared little for this world, she'd really rather it didn't end while she was on it. And maybe... Just maybe...
What she'd seen in that wretched forest had disquieted her. She couldn't feel her true body. She couldn't locate it, but it had to somewhere on this world. What were the chances of this crystal being the same Crystal Core? Being her real body? If that was the case, she had to find it. Before anyone else did.
Suddenly, the caravan creaked with the weight of someone climbing inside. Funny, she could've sworn she heard the driver say they were finished loading up. Though, that would mean they should have set out some time ago... The feline hopped up onto one of the crates without a sound, her black coat invisible in the gloom, and beheld two new figures - A young girl and some kind of old beggar or something - awkwardly crouching in the sides of the cart. One of them mumbled some cryptic prayer, and the other responded in a sickeningly higher-than-thou tone. One looked quietly concerned, the other looked like... Like he was desperately trying to maintain some kind of dignity. He was failing, to her at least.
Were they headed to the crystal as well? That could be problematic. To meet two such people at once... It spoke of how many knew of its power. At the same time, looking at the girl, she somewhat hoped that was the case, and that this wasn't some shady transaction she'd stepped in on. Either way, it appeared these two had paid for their hidden passage...
Suckers.
Sherlotta made to leave her perch and return to hiding, though the terribly inefficient arrangement of crates in this cart had other ideas. As she kicked off to pounce, the entire box came out from under her, completely throwing her trajectory off having her launch face-first into the back wall with a feline screech. The box tumbled into the middle of the wagon, spilling its contents - Oh hey, there were fish in that one... - as Sherlotta slowly slid down to the floor. When she reached the bottom, she sat up, pawing at her face and groaning.
"Oooouch..." She muttered, momentarily forgetting present company.
As the Moogle made his announcement of this being the last spot to buy supplies and wares a rather raged girl walks towards the impatient merchant, Her hair less messy then usual held into it's flayed bun with a length of string. Fierce green eyes darted from person to person as she made her way towards the merchant, giving one the impression that the girl seemed....paranoid. Is that him? I think that's him...... The girl thought to herself as she made her final decision, she was going to do this, She had heard the rumors that something strange was happening in a specific area, the promise of exploring more of this world was more then enough to draw the ill-equipped girl.
As the girl approached the merchant she heard a commotion come from his caravan one wagon in particular, The sound made her jumpy, nervous as she approached the caravan she would look inside seeing it's current occupants, A man, who looked only slightly better then the herself, a short girl with blue hair and.....a cat? The girl's gaze locked onto the cat for a moment seeing the mess of fish that it had made. The girl would climb inside of the caravan picking up that mess the cat had made, making it a point to toss a fish towards it. "This what you wanted? It will be our secret." The girl would say smiling at the cat before looking to the other two occupants, "Who, are you two? Didn't know i would have company." The girl would say seeming a little on the gruff side, her speech and demeanor leading one to believe she didn't talk with other people that often.
The girl would take a seat in the caravan keeping to a corner away from the other two occupants. "I'm, Eluma...Does this cat, belong to the merchant?" Eluma would ask more in curiosity then the insult that it would no doubt sound to Sherlotta, If one really looked at Eluma they would notice that Eluma looked to be on the young side, only appearing to be just over sixteen years of age, seventeen if they wanted to be technical, though her eyes would shine with an intelligence one wouldn't think a girl her age would have.
As the last of his charges climbs into the wagon, the bearded caravan driver mutters a cold and grumpy "Finally" before peering inside. His eyes slide between the three expected travelers before they land on a box with the top knocked out of place. Fish juices still glisten across the wagon floor coating a single remaining halibut sitting at the feet of a black cat. His gaze hardens before he gestures at the other three. "Keep quiet, keep still, and get rid of that thing! Or the deal's off!" He turns and storms away before he can make certain they've done as he says. He grumbles something about "ungrateful youths" as he goes about hitching chocobos to the wagon's front. This will take several minutes.
[attr="class","nalyrics"]Pretending to be strong saying I'm not afraid of anything
[attr="class","nabody"]Yeul was barely alone for a moment in the caravan before she was joined by a disheveled man. It was odd though, he seemed to carry himself in such a dignified way, a stark contrast towards his appearance. But, the Seeress supposed, what good was it to judge a man who'd she'd just met? If all went according to how she'd hoped, by the end of the night she'd be off with her Guardian, forgetting the questionable things and shady companions she was about to experience.
"I'd say with that thinking it best you depart now, I doubt the journey from here on out prove anything but troublesome." He said before sitting down in whatever empty space he could find. He seemed slightly...irritated, to Yeul. Perhaps he did not want to be traveling with a young girl? She couldn't particially blame him - thieves and pickpockets came in all sorts of shapes and sizes, after all. Or perhaps he was the first to ask permission if they could be legal stowaways, not knowing that the solo journey he wished for was ruined by an adolescent flower child and whoever had yet to appear.
"If I do not face the troubles of this quest," Spoke she to the man, her eyes focused upon the floorboards and her gaze focused on something far away, something unreachable, "Then the moment I step outside this caravan, my troubles will increase beyond what lies ahead of me here. Such is my fate..." For a second, the edges of her lips dipped slightly, moving her features ever so slightly so that her inner burdens emanated to her face.
Then, there was the avalanche of fish. The young Seeress did not jump at the sudden movements or noise, she was all too familiar with the wild randomness of nature to react. Instead she just turned to face the creature that came flying out of a pile of fishes, her expression as neutral and devoid as ever. In truth, upon seeing the cat tumble out before her, she was almost tempted to quietly ask it if it had the intentions of joining their party. However, she restrained herself, and instead just let her green eyes study its little form. It had appeared to have crawled in to feast upon the many morsels of fish that the caravan driver had been delivering. The little cat let out a rather odd sounding meow as it gathered itself from its fall, but as it did, another caravan companion appeared, though this one in human skin.
She was another girl, though obviously much deeper into her womanhood than the Seeress. She seemed enamored by the cat, even going so far as to offer it one of its much-desired prizes. she then took a seat far off from everyone else; it seemed no one was in the mood to make friendships. "Who, are you two? Didn't know i would have company...I'm Eluma...Does this cat, belong to the merchant?"
"Stowaway as well, I imagine." Yeul replied, her eyes moving from one companion to the next. She contemplated naming herself as well, as it was only fair that the Eluma woman had already identified herself. Crowe and Caius would probably scold her for exposing such knowledge to characters such as these, but neither were currently there to send warning glares. "I am Yeul."
This was apparently all there was, as the bearded man left to assemble his chocobos to the caravan with an annoyed: "Keep quiet, keep still, and get rid of that thing! Or the deal's off!"
Yeul stared at the cat once again. Her mission was of upmost importance, definitely, but there was no way she'd just kick a hungry little kitty out onto the dirt road. With a quick sigh, the Seeress gave it a few words, "It'd be best to hide, you know. I saw some men desperate enough to try and eat a cat such as yourself just outside."
"Hmph. Fate," Mateus muttered more to himself than to the young woman whose soliloquy had done little to move him. What was it with the people here that he kept meeting that they could not forge their own paths and destinies. Finally finding a comfortable sitting position, Mateus turned his attention to the veiled girl. What troubles could one with such a young voice have that would necessitate her having to steal away like himself towards the tower. Had she also received the grueling message?
He didn't have much time to muse on this idea before the eruption of noise nearby. He flinched involuntarily as the boxes caused a cat to reveal its hidden place. Mateus had always found cats interesting. For such a comparatively weak creature compared to the other beasts and monsters of the world, they held themselves in such high regards and were only seen when they wanted to be seen. Mateus found something admirable in that, but this one however, seemed a little too careless and base for his tastes.
He was about to state his opinion on this rather obvious blunder when yet another entered the caravan. He worried for a second that he was in the wrong caravan with how many people seemed to be joining but realized that he never actually specified for a singular journey. He swore beneath his breath as the woman fed the cat and the proceeded to introduce herself. Mateus found it quite odd that she would do so brazenly.And to top that, the other girl revealed her name as well as though they were all gathered for a polite dinner rather than sneaking into a highly guarded tower. Mateus also mused over whether this girl had heard the same voice he had but decided not to speak on it until they did.
He decided that in order to avoid suspicion towards his motives for the time being, he should also indulge in their introductions. "And I am Mateus." His name without the honorific seemed foreign and strange but if Celes had taught him anything it seemed most were opposed to a true Emperor and currently he did not need the notoriety. Mateus needed to get to the tower he supposed to do so he needed to play his cards right if he was to manage this trek with his two new companions.
When the driver reappeared, Mateus barely listened as the man threw out his instructions. He even waved the man away when he was done talking before turning to the others. The veiled girl had already begun talking to the cat as if it could understand her. "If you care so much for this beast, Yeul," he began trying to make sure he pronounced her name right. He knew that commoners were so easily offended by their names mispronounced. He eyed her and then the cat, "I wash my hands of the matter. Keep it hidden or I'll have to say it is your pet to the driver." He knew how much commoners cared for even the weakest of animals, but still, he would get to that tower and no cat would stop him from arriving. "And since it apparently doesn't belong to the driver, and you seem keen to keep it safe from the ravages of the world, I only find this fair. Our goal is the tower and I shall not have my progress deterred by some cat. Wouldn't you agree, Eluma, was it?" Matues gave the other woman the best smile he could muster.
Oh the indignity. Sherlotta shook herself out, her first glance being to the young lady beside her who seemed content to simply watch her, and secondly to the older figure who now looked as if he was trying to cover the fact he'd lost his composure for a brief during the cascade of wood and fish. Before she could return to her place, however, a shadow had been cast across the wagon.
A stray fish flew in her general direction, and would have slapped her in the face had she not caught it in her maw, granted the force of doing so sent her skittering back several inches until she dug her claws into the floor. A second girl stepped in, this one in armor and armed with a spear. Despite her appearances, she offered the feline some kind words, her intention apparently not having been 'Watch me slap that cat in the face with a fish'. She sighed, fish still in mouth. It was getting crowded in here...
She turned to wander back to her corner, noting that it seemed none of these souls knew each other, or even that they would meet in such a place. Each had expected a solo ride, so it seemed. Then, another distraction - The driver, this time. Her eyes narrowed at him. "Get rid of that 'thing'." How crude. A stowaway she may have been, but that was just impolite. He could have asked her to leave, first. She wouldn't have, but it would have demonstrated some common courtesy. When he left to deal with his avian companions, she rolled her eyes and finally took her meal back to the shadowed corner, sitting and beginning to munch upon it.
The first one to address her was the youngest. Sherlotta looked up at her with an unmotivated gaze, honestly wondering what kind of person told a poor, hungry stray that there were people who would probably eat her outside. That said, she did do so with the kind of gentle voice one took with a pet. It seemed she meant well, all things told. It was hard to find a girl her age that didn't, mind. However, her eye twitched when she heard that man again. Addressing her as 'beast', no less.
He sounded insufferable, talking down to the Yeul character with a sneer telling of too much wine and gold in one's life, mocking her for assuming Sherlotta's comprehension of the statement. Well. She'd show him comprehension. She toddled out of her spot, graceful as anything, stared at Mateus for a moment, then hissed, baring tiny, pointed teeth. Following it, she ever so briefly stuck her tongue out at him. Satisfied that she had scolded him without giving herself away entirely, she glanced back at Yeul, rubbing herself against the girl's shin as she walked back, then dragged the fish behind a remaining crate to assure the girl she wouldn't be spotted, peeking out at her from the gloom.
A few minutes pass as the irritable driver curses under his breath, rocking the cart as he attempts and finally succeeds in attaching it to his team of chocobos. When he comes around, there's a fire in his eyes. "You!" he gestures at Eluma. "The money you gave me, it's no good! You think you can trick me? Think again!" He drags her off the cart, and the girl -- being without a real conviction, lets him with only minor protest. With that done, he stalks back to the entrance and peers at the remainders closely. "Just don't cause me any troubles," he said. "The knights here reward intruders with death, and you won't see me claiming to know you." With that, his eyes rake the cart for the cat and, seeing nothing, he grunts and closes the tarp behind them, tying it so that only a crack of moonlight shines through. As he arranges himself in the front, his live cargo are left entirely alone.
The cart jerks forward as he urges on his avian team. It rocks unsteadily, jumping with every crack and crevice of the uneven road. With it, the cargo tilts and threatens to topple over. Next to the crate of fish, there's several canisters of a flammable smelling oil, a large heap of unused clothes (three of which appear to be uniforms), a single large suit of armor, and a barrel of what appears to be foul smelling pickles. It's cramped, but only so much that a child could hide behind them unless they got creative. The crates themselves could hold an adult if they tried, but every one of them is too full to do so. The cart jerks ahead slowly but surely.
After about a quarter of an hour, there's a shout and several muffled voices. The cart stops, and the driver says something back. A light grows closer and stops near the front as a gruff voice addresses the driver. "Have to check your cargo," it says. "Had a couple of stowaways last week. Had to deal with them." The driver laughs nervously and makes a joke about only having pickles and fish back there. He stalls for a few minutes before the lantern's light edges around the back and towards the tent flap. For several seconds, someone fumbles with the tarp's tie before it's flung open. A wicked looking guard stands there in full armor covering him from head to toe. He lifts his lantern to investigate the scene before him.
