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The shot rang loud and clear as the grotesque manikin's flesh splattered against the floor and wall. It couldn't see anymore, but This however did not stop the creature from still trying to swipe at the unprotected boy. Its blows were blocked by the woman, but it still managed to give her a good cut. It was so preoccupied with pain and fury to notice its prototype coming up from behind it. Bits of its flesh fell to the ground as Caius waylaid into the beast. The smell of burning flesh mixed with the guttural screams that sounded eerily similar to Caius'. It didn't even know what had hit it as the final blow cleaving it two, blood shooting like a geyser forward as the sword made its way down the creature from head to groin.
The two halves lay split apart and its innards bubbled and hissed as the flesh reacted to what had just happened. Then it began to melt back into a thick substance of blood and plasma as though it were being dissolved. The blood trickled back to the altar which began lowering itself into the ground as the sound of gears turned. The spot where the altar had now held a good seven foot long, two feet wide, but four foot deep pit with the top of the altar acting as a stone pad. A shallow grave of sorts. The sound of gears continued as the walls began to slowly move inwards closing in on the three heroes at a slow but steady rate. It appeared only one of them was supposed to survive the ordeal.
Prompto's eyes widened at the blade drew closer to his shoulder. He was trapped, unable to move around the walking corpse – not when the room was already too small for the tree of them – but Celes had surged forward with her blade in hand, intercepting the strike just before he became minced meat.
Still stunned from the close encounter, he had yet to recover. Not even Celes' cries could prepare him the moment she threw herself into him. Prompto's arm instinctively raised themselves up in a protective manner, shielding her head should there be an attack directed for her head. Instead, she heard her winced and guilt hit him like a truck, realising that because of his inability to keep up, someone else had gotten injured in his place.
By the time he regained his composure, Caius was engaged with his undead doppelganger. The war cry rang loudly in his ears and Prompto kept his eye fixated on the two of them, just as the other man halved their enemy — rather cleanly, in fact.
The faint hissing of acid burning through something echoed throughout the room, mingling with their haggard breathing, as the blood from the Not-Caius appeared to come alive once again. Prompto tensed, readying his gun once again but it simply flowed back to the altar where it had been birthed from. The sound of gears groaning was heard and the next thing he knew, the walls were closing in and the altar had been lowered into the ground. He cast his gaze upwards to where they had entered, realising that there was a way that all three of them could be saved.
Prompto turned his gaze towards the shallow grave, pondering deeply — if one of them went into the shallow grave, they would not be crushed to death but they'd choke on their own breath, suffocating underneath the stones above them.
"Ideas, guys, ideas! We gotta get up there, pronto!" he cried out, pointing a finger to their entrance and exit. "Celes was right — we need to get back out by that way!" TAGGED //Celes ChereCaius Dragelion NOTES // There you go.
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.
Prompto did not shoot it, but Caius did. Or more accurately, he flipped, slashed, and shot it all at once in that peculiar, flashy way of his that always made Celes think he must be showing off. But it was effective, and bits of its flesh were peeled away like fruit beneath a paring knife. The flesh burned as it parted ways with its host, and Celes gagged at the husky, solid scent that hit her in waves. The thing was screaming in low, animal noises and Celes had to stop herself from shoving her hands over her ears too. All that kept her focus was the pain in her arm and the possibility that Caius might need her help.
He didn’t, of course. The thing was an inferior copy of him without any kind of strategy or cunning, but she stood by for support nonetheless. Finally, he shoved his sword straight through its center (’Wouldn’t that be the path of most resistance?’ she wondered, but it seemed effective) and a gush of blood shot out of it towards Caius in like a magiteck cannon. Celes stared at in shock, blinking, as the hellish doppleganger melted down to bones and then oozed across the ground back to the altar.
”Well,” Celes said as silence finally filled the air again. ”That was...something.” She touched at her arm, glancing at the blood that returned on her finger. The cut was long but not deep. She wouldn’t need much to heal it.
”Oh, what’s it doing now?” Celes shot the altar a long-suffering look as it gave off rusted mechanical noises on creaking hinges. Finally, it began to lower, revealing what she thought at first to be another pit until the top of the altar stopped about four feet in, leaving behind nothing but a smooth, rectangular hole.
The walls rumbled.
Celes tensed, breath cold as she turned to face them. Her eyes widened and she took a step back. The wall in front of her was moving. It scraped towards them like a grip-vice, and as Celes whipped around to make distance, she saw the other one closing in as well. Her breath quickened. Why was it so hard to breathe?
”No, no, no! Oh no!” She barely heard her own cries as she looked around desperately for escape. There was the hole, of course, but it was far too small to fit them all, and even then, what were they to do but suffocate? Then there was the trap door above them, but she could barely see it in the darkness. There had to be something, there just had to be or-!
Or they’d die. Was this where she died?
”Ideas, guys, ideas!” Prompto sounded as panicked as she felt. He pointed up towards the ceiling. ”We gotta get up there, pronto! Celes was right — we need to get back out by that way!"
”WAS I?” Celes’ voice was a shrill screech scraping over rumbling stone. ”WAS I RIGHT? WHO COULD HAVE GUESSED THAT?” The walls were moving too quickly. Too loudly. She already felt caged in like a pacing animal. ”Oh will you give me time to THINK?” She thrust her hands together and muttered the fastest spell of her life, finishing in a frantic cry of ”Stop!” The wall in front of her froze, stopping in time like a frozen photograph. It wouldn’t last long and the other wall crept in on them all the same.
”Caius, go! I’ll try to hold it off!” She whipped around on her heel and started the spell towards the second wall, fully aware that the other was teetering on the verge of movement again. ”Stop!”
Caius was tired. He'd used up a good deal of his energy in the fight before. But it appeared that their troubles just seemed to have no end. No sooner would Caius cut down his doppelganger that the walls would begin closing in on them. Caius noted that the pit below them had been enlarged, but it wouldn't be enough to hold them all... Celes was going off, and Prompto was panicking. Caius took a deep breath as he would consider their options.
Though he would stop when Celes would yell "stop" at the walls and one side actually did slow down. Blinking a few times toward Celes, Caius had to ask a question.
"You got any spells to bippity boppity boop us out of here?" Caius would inquire toward Celes. Though he was assuming that she didn't, seeing as she hadn't used it already. Hmm... There was still the trapdoor above them. Celes had suggested that they try and get out through it earlier, but Caius and Prompto had stated it unlikely and too big of a risk, considering Caius would likely go into Stasis should he abuse his powers.
Knowing he might be able to at least throw the two of them up there using the Warp Strike if the trapdoor was broken though, he would turn to Prompto.
"Prompto, could you take a stab at destroying the trapdoor above us with your arms and ammunition?" Caius would inquire toward Prompto. "If you can get it open, I might be able to get high enough to throw the two of you up there."
He left out the part where that would mean he'd be stuck down here, seeing as he'd likely be stuck in Stasis after this. But Caius would figure it out, he told himself. And if not? Well, Caius had gotten them into this mess when he decided to mess with the alter without thinking too much about it. The least that Caius could do, he supposed... Was make sure that he got them out of it.
The walls continued their trek. Even as the girl's magic halted them for a moment the gears eventually began their rotations again and the walls came closer with each passing second. The sound of the gears sped as the walls came even closer. Already they had covered over the trapdoor in the ceiling and where it had been moving in tiny inches before now was like a train on a deadline. There was no where to go except closer to the center of the room. The three would be enclosed not even enough room to spread their arms or legs. The walls gave one final inch.
And then they stopped. The trio would have barely enough room to shimmy side to side as at the wall at the end of the narrow passageway opened into a new room.
This room was different than the rest of the decrepit ruin of a house they had been through. One could be caught flabbergasted by the beautiful mythril table sat center in it. A feast had been prepared. Roast chocobo, filet of behemoth, mashed potatoes, and plethora of other delights littered the table. A beautiful chandelier hung above the table its lights all beautiful filling the room with a sense of comfort and respite from the trials already faced. Perhaps most striking of all was the larger than life portrait of a woman.
It was hard not to be taken in by her beauty. It was almost as if the woman was there instead of the portrait of her. Silken black hair tussled down from her shoulders. Deep blue eyes like the sea stared out from her angular porcelain face. Lips painted like the deep red of rose smiled as her hands clasped in front of her mid. She wore a beautiful white dress as if she were to be married that day cinched perfectly at the waist giving her a beautiful mermaid-esque figure.
It was almost as if the could hear her joy just from looking at her. But then the laughter became louder. It was joyous sound. The kind of laughter that warmed the heart and made others want to join in. And ever so slowly, the woman in the portrait uncrossed her hands and began to move towards them.
It was like angel hanging in the air before them. She cocked her head studying the three before she started her siren's laugh again. But as she laughed, she blew a kiss hoping to entice the trio. She laughed again but the laughter seemed more sinister. The lights went a bright warm color to a harsh stark blue. The room now showed its true form. Bones littered the floor. The food was rotted. Even worse was the woman herself. No longer a vision of beauty her skin was ravaged by deep scars showing the muscle underneath. The once beautiful eyes now were yellowed and her mouth was no longer perfect instead large fangs protruded from the upper lip a severe overbite. Her dress was tattered, torn, and blood looked as though it had seeped deeply into the fabric. A bolt of electricity formed in her hands before she threw it at the party.
But almost as soon as she had attacked them. The lights went back to the warming glow and the room with it. The beautiful woman had returned this time her laughter replaced with an aria on her tongue. It was a lullaby and it sounded so sweet as if to lure one to sleep.
The walls continued moving in on them. Even though Caius had a really good, they barely had enough space to prepare and propel themselves freely through the air and through the trapdoor. Prompto could feel his anxiety threatening to overwhelm him as the walls closed in on them, taking up whatever space they had until they could barely move.
This is it, Prompto thought to himself as the structure threatened to crush them. I have yet to confess to Cin—
The walls stopped its advances without warning. A corridor opened at the end of the tight passageway. Prompto gulped, clearly not liking the fact that they were being led to something even greater than this. It was evident that this was not the worst case scenario of the entire manor; there was something more than just killer walls.
Once he managed to squeeze his way out, the blonde-haired man inhaled deeply, struggling to get as much air into his lungs and to calm his frazzled nerves. His eyes lifted from the floor – when had he started looking downwards? – and he flinched at how unusually grandiose this room was. Why were the previous floors lacking the same grandeur this room seemed to pride itself on?
A scent akin to the smell of chicken wafted into his nostrils; his stomach grumbled. Before them, there was a wide array of food spread out for them on a table fit for probably a party of twelve or possibly more. Maybe twenty? Prompto continued to examine the lavish banquet before them until his eyes rested upon the portrait at the end of the table, hanging on the wall.
Aquamarine hues connected with cerulean hues. For a moment, Prompto was taken aback by how perfect the woman in the portrait was, the dove-white garments adorning her like a second skin. Her tresses were as dark as the night sky and her skin was almost like ivory, blending in with the dress she wore. Crimson stained her lips, a contrast against the paleness of her skin.
The next thing he knew, there was a silvery laugh echoing throughout the room. Prompto would reckon that it was more akin to a giggle, rather than a guffaw. The arms that had been crossed over the woman's chest fell to her sides as she emerged from the painting, leaving nothing but an empty vessel behind.
When she blew a kiss, Prompto found herself drawing closer to her instinctively, as though he was no longer in the pilot seat. He tried to move his limbs but found that he could not, having been enthralled by whatever she was doing to him. There was something about her laugh that he could not quite place but it gave him shivers.
That alone was enough to prevent him from going any further.
The warm yellow of the lights dimmed for a moment before it came back in full force with a harsh blue tone. The room seemed to flicker before them, showing the stark contrast between what they initially saw and how the room actually looked like. Instead of the splendour they had witnessed just now, they were seeing absolutely nothing but despair and gloom in the room's original state. The beautiful woman before them, Prompto knew, was nothing but a farce. Based on what he had heard about the manor's visitors and their disappearance, he had a feeling that this woman was the one behind everything that had happened so far.
"Hey, where's everyone else?" he cried out angrily to the woman, pointing an accusing finger at her. His body trembled; he wasn't sure whether it was from rage or fear at this point; it might be a mix of both. "The ones you took from long ago! Give them back!" TAGGED //Caius DragelionCeles Chere NOTES // Sorry for the late reply.
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.
"You got any spells to bippity boppity boop us out of here?"
Caius’ voice reached her through her frantic spells. He had ideas. He had his own work to try, but Celes couldn’t help a hysterical laugh through her own tension. ”Obviously not!” No, Terra had hoarded that magicite -- of course she had! And now she was at the verge of death in some godforsaken basement. ”Just hurry and-!”
The walls started again, faster this time. In about half a second, the trap door was swallowed by them.
”No, no, no, no!” Celes backed away from the nearest wall, racking her brain for anything that could help. Were there spells? Just Protect, Esuna, Cure, Blizzard, Stop -- and that hadn’t worked -- Float maybe? But no, where would they float to? All the while, the walls came in closer. Why was it so hard to breathe? She struggled with it, backing up until she hit the other wall with a startled noise that whined through her nose. ”No, no, no, no!”
Was this where she died? Not out fighting some valiant fight, not rebelling for justice, or standing defiantly against a god, but crushed to death where no one would ever find her over nothing important at all?
It was ridiculous. It was nonsensical, and yet it crept closer every passing moment, pushing her towards it even as she dug in her heels, pushing back with desperate abandon.
Not here! Not now! Why was this happening?
There was a click, a rumble, and the walls stopped.
Celes stood there in quiet shock, hands raised against the opposite wall and pressed so close together that her head could lean against it. She stood there, breathing, for what felt like hours but must have only been seconds. The walls had stopped. She was alive. She was-
A strangled noise came unbidden from her throat and she choked it back with the smallest or pretenses. Her breath returned and time quickened again. Her hands were pressed against hard stone -- when had they scraped so badly? Somewhere, there was a creak and light flooded into their crack of a passageway. Celes turned her head to stare at it. A way out. A way out of here just past-!
”Hurry!” Her tongue was dry and the words cracked in her throat. ”Go before it starts again!”
Prompto started sidling in its direction and Celes scrambled past it, as fast as she could in heels tottering sideways. She threw herself out the end when she reached it, struggling for balance even as she stared back at it in wonder. What was that? Had the machine malfunctioned or-?
Was something just toying with them?
Her stomach rolled with nausea so terribly that she hardly noticed the warm scents of food rolling up to meet her, and once she did, it did nothing to help her stomach. She took a shuddering breath and turned to face whatever fresh hell this house had in store for them and found…
An elaborately decorated, well lit dining room laden with food. Celes blinked at it slowly. It had to be an illusion. She glanced to Prompto to see if she was hallucinating, but he looked just as floored as she did. This was impossible. Completely improbable, at least, in the basement of an abandoned house on the verge of falling apart. No, there was some kind of magic at play, and Celes refused to get drawn into it again. She took a step back closer to their doomed passageway, hands threaded together in preparation for what was to come. Her hands trembled, but she could still cast a spell.
Something moved. At first, Celes wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but then she saw it again -- the painting. At first, she thought it was just a woman, albeit an inhumanly beautiful one, but then she noticed the frame, the shine of the canvas, the subtle brush strokes. That didn’t seem to matter though. She was moving to a chorus chiming laughter, and Celes clutcher her hands tighter as the painted woman thrust herself from the frame and floated before them.
A ghost, Celes thought at first peering at her in all her impossible beauty, but that wasn’t right, was it? The ghosts Sabin had told them about had been all done up in white hoods and certainly didn’t lurk in paintings. No, this reminded her much more of another haunted house she’d frequented in search of Relm. And in that case…
”She’s a demon!” Celes cried out, but it was too late. She’d already started in on that horrible, wonderful laugh again, blowing them a kiss that made her brain numb. No, no! It wasn’t real! It wasn’t-!’
She tore her gaze away to the others. Prompto looks blank-faced and longing even as a faint pain crossed his eyes. She didn’t see Caius, but then Celes couldn’t look far. Not with that woman hovering there. Celes grit her teeth and tried to start a spell. What had the last one been weak to? She remembered casting her spells, but what had she used again?
The lights curdled to an eerie blue, and there -- standing before them -- was something truly monstrous. Celes hardly had time to absorb the new form before she felt the air crackle with electricity. Her eyes widened and she grabbed quickly for her sword, throwing herself forward as it surged with power and she thrust it up above her head. There was a flash of thunder and magic raced towards them in a thunderous boom that jolted towards them before being pulled as though by a magnet to Celes’ sword. Her blade glowed blue as the magic surged through it, anchoring itself through her body. She grit her teeth against the power that jolted through her blood. It was revitalizing, but so intense that she could hardly stand it.
”Go!” she commanded as the lights flickered back and Celes took a step back, gasping for breath. The woman was back, and so was her deadly voice. It dulled her senses, but Celes braced herself against it. Electricity still buzzed like adrenaline through the back of her mind, and that cleared it enough for her to start muttering a spell she hoped she wouldn’t need towards whoever might need it. ”Esuna!”
"What, and leave you?" Caius would growl toward Celes, glaring daggers at the woman who had become his regular partner as of late as he would promptly raise his voice. "Are you kidding me? I got us into this mess, I am NOT leaving you here to die from it!"
The stubborn Glaive would immediately draw his swords as the walls came closer and closer, as they refused to stay stopped as a result of Celes' spell. Knowing he would be using the last of his reserves before he went into Stasis, he would light both of his blades on fire and begin attacking in a frenzy. Over and over, the blades clinked against the wall as Caius would hope to at least knock one down and buy them some time to try and climb up the trapdoor or find another way.
But finally his reserves were depleted, and Caius would let out a groan as he would slide down against the walls and his blades would disappear. He wanted to scream out and swear, but he didn't. As the walls closed in, he knew their fate and he let out a sigh.
Caius had prepared himself for the day that he'd die on a mission. He knew that one day he'd die out in the field somewhere, likely with a body unfound, maybe an unmarked grave at best if there was anything left of him at all. He was... Disappointed in this outcome. But he accepted it. He would manage to prop himself back up calmly, then. Remembering the pouch he had on him, he would pull out a flask. Considering how they were about to die, and he knew it was coming, it'd be better to numb it. Dull his senses and await what came...
He would open the flask and the drink within and was about to take a long gulp in hopes of processing it before their fate, but something gave Caius pause. It was Prompto, with the terrified look in his eyes, and that longing for something he could see. Prompto was far more innocent than he was... And didn't seem as capable of taking their fate as well as he could, or even Celes.
Damnit, he was growing more and more soft by the day.
Caius would hurry, using the walls to keep him steady as he would do his best to get to Prompto before the walls would get too close for him to move past Celes to get to him. Prompto needed it more than he did. If he could give the kid peace, let him be lost in that longing for a minute more, without thinking of what was to come...
Caius would go with earnest.
"Here" He spoke calmly as he would hold the flask out to Prompto, at this point barely managing now to hold it out with how much the walls were closing in. "Drink this, quickly. It'll-"
CRRRRREEEEEAK!
The sounds he heard were ungodly, clicking, creaking, rumbling, but the walls would suddenly stop. Caius didn't fully process what was going on before Celes would suddenly cry out for them to hurry.
"Nevermind, hurry Prompto!" He told Prompto, turning his head toward Celes. He would shimmy across the stone and follow her lead. Finally the group would manage to edge themselves out, and Caius would let out a strained breath as he would crawl toward the walls of this new room, getting as far away from their apparent doom as possible. Trying his best to finally catch his breath, he would look toward the flask in his hand and take a big gulp. Not enough to inebriate him, but he needed a good drink after that. Tightening the cork and putting it away again, Caius would rest his head as he tried to get some energy back. He hadn't had a chance to rest since before they had fought the fake Caius, and he'd entered stasis a fair bit ago. It took him a bit to finally begin to process the room they were in. It was a dining room, with seemingly fresh food laid out for them...
"Bullshit" Caius would grumble low. Even if the food was real, he wouldn't touch it considering what they had just been through. It was probably poisoned. Caius being a stubborn, paranoid glaive seemed to work to his benefit as he didn't even bother to get up. The room was spinning for him too much anyway, and he was too exhausted to really care. The laughter, the theatrics, all of it went over his head as Caius would just try and focus on rest. But it was when Celes cried out...
"She's a demon!"
... That Caius would snap back to reality.
The enthralment had missed Caius due to the glaive's inattention, but when he would pay attention, the room had changed. Everything was... A little more like what Caius had expected now. Either way, Caius would get to his feet and begin to edge toward them just as the demon would fire a lightning strike at them. Eyes widening as he realized he was wide open, Caius would try and brace himself for impact.
Luckily, Celes had absorbed the strike using her runic abilities, and Caius let out a deep breath. It seemed that the Glaive had lucked out. Suddenly, his swords would re-materialize in his hands. While he was still only restored to somewhere between a quarter and half of his mana, at the least his glaive abilities allowed him to restore it with rest. The problem was, it was almost impossible to get that rest in the middle of battle. He would have to ration his magic now, or be prepared to use curatives.
Either way, his Stasis was broken for the time being and he could get back to the fight.
The woman merely chuckled as Celes absorbed the lightning into her blade, her eyes sparkling a stars in the night sky. She cast her gaze among the trio before she picked out her next target. Floating towards him briskly, way too fast really, the woman had closed the space between herself and Prompto in no time. The musical lilt of her laugh called like a siren's song to the boy as she leaned in close. She would smell of vanilla and cinnamon if he took the chance to breath her in as she leaned near his side. She kissed his cheek, then the other, and then would give him one last kiss on his forehead. As she finished, a bullet would graze her arm. A light gasp as if if she had seen something distateful escaped her lips. She would float away as the impending sense of doom should begin to wash over the boy and she waved her arm across the room at the others. It would feel as a phantom or poltergeist was leeching their energy from them from that point forward.
As she floated back away from the child, her form and the room would change again. The monstrous demon would cast a glance between the three again. Raising its hand up the ceiling she called forth a mix of an attack of water and ice to rain down, a flash rain of sorts for them to contend with as with her other hand the demon sent out a weak bolt of lightning aimed at the older blonde man.
The next thing Prompto knew, the demon lady had moved closer towards him. He found himself ensnared by her presence, picking up on the scent of vanilla; there were traces of cinnamon amidst it. The blonde-haired boy took the time to bask in her comforting presence, feeling the lady weighing on his side. In his mind, he knew that this was wrong, that everything was wrong.
His body was wrought with tension but he was just at the beginning of falling prey to her advances, even as he heard Celes announce the fact that she's a demon. It wasn't until that she cast Esuna that he came back to his senses but it was far too late: he had offered her the chance to come close to him, leaving him wide open for the enemy to attack.
In the midst of the battle, Prompto made a face upon realising that the demon lady kissed him and raised his arm to pull the trigger but their enemy had already cast out her spells. As he tried to fire a shot, a wave of exhaustion over him, having been drained of his energy and he let out a frustrated cry.
Oh, boy. They could totally use Noctis' spellcasting right now.
He took the chance to fire off another Starshell. This time, directly at her face in the hopes that she'll be completely blinded.
