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Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
There wasn’t any fire. No, there was only Celes’ magic freezing the rats like popsicles followed by gunshots and then…
A blood-chilling scream as the flare flickered to darkness. Terra.
”Terra?!” Celes thrust a handful of fire magic out, just a flicker. Not enough to endanger them, but just enough to lick the walls and cast everything in orange shadows. She saw Caius with his guns still drawn and Prompto looking startled with his flares, but where had Terra gone?
”She was behind you, wasn’t she?” Celes barely noticed the shattered, icy remains of the rats. She hardly noticed the splash of wine and guts as she turned on her heel, looking around with growing desperation. ”She was behind me! She held my arm and then I-!”
Pushed her away to attack. Celes’ stomach dropped. She’d been more interested in fighting than in protecting her friend. ”No. Oh no.”
She hardly noticed Prompto’s joke. She just kept pacing through the shadows, through the dark, until-
”Ah!” Her heel teetered on the edge of something that fell straight down. Celes flailed her arms for balance and then threw herself back, staring at the dark pit in front of her. ”That’s…” A wooden panel hung limply from its hinges into the darkness. ”Is that where Terra was standing?”
She scrambled to its side, peering forward until she caught a frayed and aged rope ladder that she touched carefully. ”We can get down!” she said, looking at both Prompto and Caius with a kind of triumphant edge before she paused, giving Caius a kind of wry look. ”Well, I know you could without it, but the rest of us at any rate.” Celes let out a breath and tested the ladder’s strength. It wasn’t steady but it would hold, she thought. It had to.
If Terra was down there, then Celes was going. It was as easy as that.
”We won’t be able to hold any fire while we’re going down, so maybe it’s best for you to go first?” She gestured at Prompto. ”Whatever that little lamp is, it looks handy to have when we’re delving down like this. If you go first, then we’ll be able to almost see what we’re doing.”
Prompto went and Celes waited until she heard him hit the bottom before she gave Caius a nervous look and started down herself. The rope prickled against her hands, and as she moved her heels, she felt it undulate unsteadily beneath her. Still, it was something, and she clung to it until she’d finally reached the bottom and could ignite a fire in her hand again. They were in some kind of storage space though she couldn’t say where it went. The walls were bare and made of polished stone. Celes feverishly searched the ground, but there was no Terra -- not even the body of one, and Celes frowned at the impossibility of it all. ”She’s not here,” she said more to herself than the others. ”But where could she-?”
She heard Caius’ boots land beside her and then there was a rustle, a snap, and the rope fell in after them. Celes’ eyes widened. ”Wait!” she cried out. And then there was light.
Celes shielded her eyes against it, squinting as she lowered her arm. The torches had all burst to life at once, and now they crackled with a kind of renewed vigor. She looked immediately upwards, but there was no ladder anymore and no trap door either. Just a closed ceiling panel and a pit with smooth walls. Her stomach churned. Were they going to die here?
”How did that-?” The words wouldn’t come right through her own shock. ”But there was no one there!”
"Blood."
Prompto’s voice came softly from the opposite end of the room, and Celes stiffened as she turned to face him. ”What?” He was stooped over something, examining it and muttering to himself. Celes hesitated before approaching him. She didn’t need any more surprises.
As it turned out, Prompto had found some kind of odd, roughly hewn platform. An altar, her brain supplied and she quickly hushed it. It looked more like a table to her. A stone table with odd stains dried over it. She bit her lip as her eye caught the inscriptions within it.
”But beware of what you spurn,” she muttered. ”For what was taken shall be returned?’” Celes' voice had gone high. She didn’t like this, not at all, and Prompto’s suggestions only chilled her further. They needed to find a way out of here.
”Anyone got a knife?" Prompto asked almost casually though his nerves were obvious. ”I think... we need to offer our blood. Not all of us, just one of us."
”Excuse me?” Celes stared at him, mouth agape. ”Blood? And what exactly will that do? That’s-!”Insane. Grisly. Like something out of a horror novel.”Not necessary!” she finally decided before looking to Caius pleadingly. ”What we need to do is find Terra and get out of here! Whatever this is, it’s not worth it and I think we’d be a lot better served going back. Terra obviously isn’t here and she needs help. Caius, do you think you could do your...odd little sword trick to bust open the trap door? If you get up there, you could take the ladder with you, string it up again, and we can go back to looking for her!”
Celes bit her lip as she glanced at the altar again. She didn’t want whatever it held, and she certainly didn’t want to offer it blood. She’d had enough of dark magic, and there was nothing good that could come from this. ”We have to find her.”
The flare went out, and when all was clear, Terra had disappeared. Caius would look around, calmly at first as he searched the area for Terra. But Terra wasn't here. Terra was gone. He would make a pun about how terrable this was if not for how serious the situation had become. Caius would lower his gunblade as he looked one last time for Terra, but he lowered his eyes when it was clear she was no longer here. Celes was freaking out, and Caius couldn't blame her.
Where could Terra have gone?
Their answer seemed to be in front of them as Caius would jerk his head when Celes would almost fall down. A trapdoor, it seemed. There was a good chance that Terra was down there. Walking over, Caius would peer down the trapdoor after it had opened. The rope ladder indicated they could get down, and then get back up once they had
”Well, I know you could without it, but the rest of us at any rate.”
"Yeah" He responded calmly. He agreed with the notion of letting Prompto go first as well, as he had the most reliable source of light between them. Caius had one of those, once. But it'd been destroyed in a fight some time after coming to this world and he hadn't been able to replace it since. "If you ever find a place to replace those things, by the way Prompto, let me know"
But he did agree on one thing. They needed to find Terra, and find her soon. Caius was just as worried as Celes was, though he didn't show it as outwardly as she did.
Prompto would go first, and once he and Celes had gone down, Caius would follow. The rope was unsteady, he noticed. It seemed like it could snap at any moment. Before he could mention anything though, Celes would cry out about Terra not being here. Caius would drop down then, and as soon as he did, the rope would fall as if someone had dropped it down behind them. Turning his head to slowly look at the rope, Caius let out a sigh. "We're being watched. And being messed with" The Glaive would remark flatly. The torches that lit soon after seemingly confirmed that suspicion. There was something watching over them... And planning Astrals knows what. The stone tablets in front of them held a riddle, and Caius took a moment to try and piece them together. He'd figured it out as soon as Prompto did, but hadn't had the chance to note it so he remained calm and quiet in exterior.
Prompto indicated he intended to cut himself to pour blood on the stone alter, but Celes... Well...
”Excuse me? Blood? And what exactly will that do? That's-Not necessary! What we need to do is find Terra and get out of here! Whatever this is, it’s not worth it and I think we’d be a lot better served going back. Terra obviously isn’t here and she needs help. Caius, do you think you could do your...odd little sword trick to bust open the trap door? If you get up there, you could take the ladder with you, string it up again, and we can go back to looking for her!”
”We have to find her.”
"I'm not sure if I can phase through surfaces, I've not tried. And even if I managed to bust the trapdoor... Odds are I won't be able to grab onto something in time to reach up. I'll likely just fall again and I can't warp as easily once I've already done it once" Caius would explain. He wanted to find Terra as much as she did, but it was clear that something wanted them to play this game. And Terra might not even be waiting for them where they had come from... Otherwise it was likely they would have heard her by now. Terra was too stubborn to let the group go on without her if she could help it.
No, there was a good chance that wherever Terra was, she was ahead. Which meant somebody had to pay the blood price.
Not speaking further, he allowed Celes and Prompto to debate seeing as odds were Prompto would protest to Celes' demand they leave. Caius silently strode ahead, and before anyone could ask what he was doing, Caius would summon his dagger and make a cut in his arm.
He then turned and stared at the two of them with his usual poker face as the blood coated the alter. Unlike what he'd seen people do in movies he'd seen here and there back home, he had refused to slice his palm or wrist as he knew that would hold the highest risk of slicing veins. Instead he went for the arm areas, close to his elbow. Those got cut all the time in battle and he'd been fine. The cut wasn't terribly deep, just enough to do what had to be done. It would heal with potions or magic.
The price had been paid and as Caius' blood painted the altar its crimson hue. The torches on the wall flickered out as the words on the alter began to glow a deep crimson. And just as suddenly the lights came back on with a deeper redder flame casting the room in shades of scarlet and crimson. The altar was now covered in blood, far more than what would have dropped from Caius' wound. It spilled onto the floor and began pooling into a shape.
"but be aware of what you spurn
for what was taken shall be returned"
The torches flickered once more and when they came back on there stood a second Caius but worse. It was like looking at what he would be after spending six months in the grave. It had the same blank white eyes as the rats had. It's hair was patchy and looked more like straw than golden locks. Patches of its skin were missing and the raw muscle underneath bled onto the already bloodied floor. It took one haggard breath before raising a blade of flesh that resembled Caius's own gun blade before charging at the trio.
Prompto wanted to tell her that there was no other way out of here but he was pretty sure that was obvious. Terra had disappeared but there was no sign of the green-haired girl in their sight and it was hard to miss out someone with such uniquely coloured hair. However, in the short amount of time he had known the girl, there was one thing he had determined about her: she could hold off well on her own. The girl appeared to be rather specialised in certain forms of magic, just like Noctis, and they often held out a lot longer than those whose abilities were in the more physical realm.
"I don't think we have a choice," is what he told the girl, mustering all the calm he could so that his voice would not shake. He really wished Ignis was here right now; he had a way of stabilising all of their nerves with his wit and ability to think fast in situations like these. Celes clearly needed to calm down. If not, she might be the reason why they ended up getting killed. The only way he could was to agree with Caius right now: they were being watched and messed with.
Whoever was orchestrating this entire fiasco must be someone with phenomenal powers and clearly demented.
As he spoke of the warp ability, Prompto could only raise his eyebrow at the conversation. Knowing about the whole thing in regards to warping, he decided to add on, "The thing about warping is that there's a high chance of going into stasis as well. He's going to need all the energy he can get just in case we really need it."
However, Celes was very insistent on find Terra and he remained there, listening to her rants. While he tried to find an opportunity to interject and gently tell her otherwise, Caius had already moved forward and did the bloody deed.
The flames went out once more – Prompto let out a horrified yell – and when they came back on, there was somebody else standing atop of the altar where blood had been spilt: another Caius but all gangly and zombie-like. Before Prompto could even make a remark, instinct had him whipping out his gun once again to fire a couple of shots at the zombified Caius. TAGGED //Celes ChereCaius Dragelion NOTES // There you go.
Final Fantasy VI
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Complicated
Heterosexual
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Use your own eyes and see for yourself whose side I'm on!
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
They didn’t think that they could get back out the trap door -- both of them agreed, but that only meant they’d have to be more resourceful than the obvious solution. If Caius couldn’t use his sword trick (warping as Prompto called it) then they’d just have to find something else. ”Well. Fine. But maybe we could use some other magic? I know a few spells that could help. Maybe if I burned the door away? Though no. That might set the whole house on fire. There has to be something because really, who would possibly be stupid enough to-?”
The torches went out.
Not again! Celes tensed in the darkness, grabbing at the hilt of her sword in case anything came out of the sheer black curtains around her. Not again, no not this! She could’t let down her guard even to light a fire spell to see by. No, she would have to play it by ear -- listening and waiting and what was that light on the altar?
The lights returned, casting the scene in deep red. At first, Celes thought it must have been the light that altered the scene before her, but no. That was blood. Sheer, pooling blood that coated the thing and ran off it in streams, soaking Caius’ boots as he stood beside it. It gathered before them and then began to form into something unnatural, hideous, and disturbingly familiar all in one.
”What did you do?” It came in a horrified whisper as Celes touched at her mouth. The thing that took shape in front of her looked like Caius but wrong somehow like it was made of dead things left to rot in the dark. It held a sword loose in one hand and charged at them in a morbid mockery of Caius’ style.
Celes let out a yelp and jumped back rather than deal with that thing head on. No, she didn’t want to look at it. She didn’t want to think about it and she certainly didn’t want to get close enough to smell it or hear its ragged breaths. As Prompto’s gunshots fired off beside her, Celes decided that Caius was mostly likely to keep it busy on the front lines regardless. That meant they’d need to provide aid, and that was something both Celes and Prompto seemed more than willing to do.
”Protect!” Celes voice wavered as she hurled the spell Caius’ way. She couldn’t cast anything offensive with the two thrown so closely together, but she could at least give him an edge. ”Haste!” she cast again once her incantations were complete. She cast her fevered mind for anything else that might be helpful before cursing to herself under her breath and pulling at her sword.
”Oh, that's enough!” She edged closer, waiting for her chance to either kill the thing while it was distracted or swoop in if Caius found himself overwhelmed. Then again, maybe he’d handle it on his own without any need for her. One could hope.
Caius just stared at the two of them, holding the bloody hand up with his best poker face while the monster that looked like him would materialize behind him, most likely holding up it's hand in the same way. Caius figured the lights going out were just the puzzle unlocking and opening a door for them. But it was Prompto's horrified yell that drew attention to the fact that something was actually wrong. Using a small Potion real quick to deal with the nagging pain in his arm so he could fight whatever it was, Caius was certainly surprised to see a very, very rotted version of himself charging at them.
"Oh" Caius would speak. "Ohhhhh. I get it. For what was taken shall be returned. Man, that was so obvious when you look at it. How could I have ever missed-"
Caius would be interrupted when he would be forced to swap his dagger for his blade in time to get it up for blocking when the creature came at them.
"Rude!" Caius responded toward the creature. “Come on man, I usually have some courtesy! What kind of Caius are you?”
Caius would jump back and duck when he heard Prompto loading his gun. The shots would fly over his head toward the creature, and would rise when he felt adrenaline seeming to course through him. Not just from the thrill of the fight, but also something else. Something magical, maybe? Celes had said something about "Haste" just now, as well as a "Protect". These were not spells he was familiar with, but if they worked, they worked.
Deciding that next time he would leave the blood-drawing to Prompto, Caius would toss his blade toward the zombie Caius, warping forward and going for a warp strike... He was surprisingly calm for someone who just saw his zombified self show up. Despite the psychological effects that would normally have, and how he knew that this would be an incredible challenge, Caius only seemed to smile slightly at the opponent in front of them.
But that was just how Caius was. Until that fateful day soon to come... Caius only saw conflict as another challenge. A challenge that he would meet head on. The only concern of his was that he survived. That he lived to fight another day.
Oh, and Celes too. Especially Celes.
And Prompto. He'd grown on him.
Of course, once the battle truly started, Caius would likely soon return to being all business. He was already pondering on what to about this opponent. If it was fighting in his style, then Caius knew it likely had access to his memories and knew what tactics he had used until this point.
But if he could think of something new… Perhaps...
The bullets pierced through the festering doppleganger's non dominant shoulder causing it to screech in pain. The not Caius smelled the crackle of the warping magic and instinctively sidestepped out of the way of Caius' warp strike. It turned its attention to where the gunshots had come from scuffling towards Prompto with its sword ready to plunge into the boy's stomach ignoring Celes for the time being.
Not-Caius decided that Prompto was a good target and boy, he wasn't wrong. Quite unlike the rest of his missing comrades, Prompto was the one who was most vulnerable to close-ranged attacks, which was why he often kept at a distance. It was not because he was unable to take it but it was mostly because in comparison to his friends, his tolerance for those sort of assaults was a lot lower.
He took a step to the side, primal instinct guiding him as Not-Caius aimed for his torso. The last thing he needed to do was to get maimed with a sword.
"Guys, a little help here?" he yelled to them, his voice bouncing off the four walls of whatever room they were trapped in. Instinctively, he raised his gun towards the Not-Caius' head and blew it to smithereens. "Never mind, got it covered!" TAGGED //Celes ChereCaius Dragelion NOTES // Sorry, darn tired but here's a quick post.
Final Fantasy VI
22
YEARS
Female
Complicated
Heterosexual
429 POSTS
Fin
Use your own eyes and see for yourself whose side I'm on!
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Caius did well -- Of course he did, it was Caius -- while Prompto kept up his barrage of bullets in a suppressing fire that made the thing screech. Celes stood her ground, waiting for the right moment to strike when she would least hinder Caius’ sword. It was then that the undead doppelganger spotted Prompto. She saw the look in its eyes, saw it dodge around Caius, and rush towards Prompto, and she was moving without a thought. She stood at mid-length, closer to Prompto than Caius was, but it was fast. Almost as fast as Caius himself.
”Guys, a little help here?” Prompto’s voice was high with panic as the thing thrust its sword, but Celes was already close at hand. She charged forward, catching the blade a few inches from Prompto’s shoulder and shoving it back roughly. The thing reacted quickly, slashing at her in a skilled barrage of blows that she could hardly keep up with. That was Caius’ style, alright. Fast and so close ranged she could smell the thing’s dreadful, rotting scent.
”Shoot it!” she cried out to Prompto. He was close ranged and armed. There wasn’t a single possibility he might miss. ”I can’t keep it off much long-!” Before she could finish the sentence, she saw his sword move faster than she could react, and she threw herself to the side -- a bad choice she realized a millisecond too late as she ran bodily into Prompto. Her boots stumbled over themselves as Caius’ gunblade whistled past her head and sliced straight down the back of her upper arm. She winced and twisted herself around to face it, sword raised defensively.
It was ready for him. Of course it was ready for him. Caius would growl as he would flip forward, landing on his feet and turning back to try and throw another strike. But Not-Caius, who would be the source of much laughter in regards to the fact there was now a Not-Rydia and a Not-Caius if this doppelgänger wasn't pissing Caius off... Had already charged forward toward Prompto. "Prompto, look out!" Caius called out, out of instinct. His instincts as a glaive seemed to be coming forth more and more lately... First because of Celes, but the sight of Prompto almost seemed to bring them out even brighter. Perhaps it was nostalgia that illuminated this path? Either way, Prompto would cry out for help, and once Celes had covered him, took his shot. The shot hit the thing's head, and literally blew it's skull to smithereens.
But it was still standing, still alive it seemed... Though likely vastly weakened. Caius' eyes widened, disturbed at the sight. It didn't keep him from attacking but it did cause him to hesitate a moment out of surprise and disgust. If one were to look closely, the expression on his face seemed to change slightly as his brows lowered just a bit more. But more importantly, he would tilt the way he was angling his blade just a little bit. Caius had been fighting the thing as if it were human, despite the obvious rotting. With it having his likeness, and being so life-like, it was just a habitual thing. Caius did not kill other humans if he could help it, and did not fight them the same way that he fought monsters. He always angled his blade so the shots would wound and disable, but they were never meant to cleave another person. For monsters... All bets were off.
Which was why it was important that Caius had suddenly shifted his sword. It was angled now to where a slice now would cause Not-Caius to get more of the sharp end of the blade. He'd been hoping that he'd be able to just disable it like a human target just out of instinct, but seeing it's head blown off and having it still stand seemed to let it sink in that this thing was just that - a thing. A monster. The fact that it was a monster to Caius now was confirmed in his expression and the way his blade had been adjusted. While the thing was open after the efforts of Celes and Prompto, Caius knew that now was his chance... Adrenaline coursed through his body as he would brandish his blade and cast magic. Flames would lick across the surface of his gunblade, heating the blade and rendering it's surface far more sharp to the touch. A white-hot blade would be able to cleave through things far more easily. Not to mention rotting flesh was susceptible to fire...
With that adrenaline fuelling him along with the picture in his head of Celes' just prior being wounded, Caius seemed to come at the monster with far more ferocity than before, his sense of urgency heightened as he fell completely into battle mode. The true scope of how dangerous this foe was had fallen on him, and he wasn't going to take any chances.
Seizing the opportunity that Celes and Prompto had bought for him, Caius would take off at a run, warping forward to increase his speed and momentum as he would let out a war cry, bringing his sword down on it's back. Regardless of whether it would block or not, Caius wasn't finished. Hit or block, he would chain into a flurry of attacks as he would meet every slash with another that would be thrown the moment that it connected either with flesh or blade. Caius would blip upwards using his glaive abilities, floating just above the head of his adversary as he would launch strikes toward their shoulder and upper back, blipping to different positions to launch more and more strikes in quick succession in an attempt to finish it off, or at least break it's guard for the others to finish it off if Caius' flurry was not enough to stop it.
For hearth and home... That was a phrase that hit his mind in that moment. One he hadn't thought of in a long time.
Finally, knowing using the power of kings for movement was beginning to cause him more serious strain, Caius would hit the ground and attempt to bring the blade down in a vertical motion in an attempt to cleave his foe in two... Hit or blocked, he hoped it would either go down, or provide an opportunity for Celes and Prompto.
This thing needed to go down fast. He needed to get to Celes, he thought. That wound didn't look good.
Oh she would kill him if she knew what was on his mind.
