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Now, Caius was no expert on witches. But he took that as a pretty sound "No and go fuck yourself because I am so arrogant, lalalala!" and that was... About what Caius was expecting. The Glaive shrugged his shoulders as the overly extra, horned trollop would start throwing insults around instead of giving an adult answer. "I mean, I did say I was willing to consider just walking. Nothing wrong with ensuring I'm walking on a clear conscience, yeah? Already dealt with a world full of one maniac having access to things people shouldn't once already" Caius would respond. But it was pretty clear that Horny was doing something suspect. What, he didn't know. Unfortunately, Caius knew full well that this was most likely an Ardyn situation. Something he couldn't handle on his own. But flying close to the sun was just a Caius thing, which probably explained why he was still here.
Jack The Skeleton over there also seemed pretty suspect, though he seemed to fear the Wicked Witch Of The Southwest himself. Didn't stop him from bitching Caius out over not leaving though.
"You say that, yet I'm the one respecting boundaries. You're the one who'd almost be standing over her if you got any closer" Came the sass from the Glaive. Caius watched as the Goblin Queen herself would command Skinny to "remove" Caius. A move that only caused a twinkle to shine in the mercenary's eye.
Caius spun his weapon about between his fingers before he suddenly appeared to lose control of it, as the sword would crash through the window. It wasn't long after Caius shattered the glass that he could see lights beginning to come on in other parts of the temple, and it wasn't much longer from there that the alarms began to blare.
"Oops. Clumsy me" Caius would remark with a casual shrug of his shoulders. "You sure you still wanna do that, Spooky?" He asked Nero with a small smirk starting to spread across his face. "I mean, if they catch us here, I can probably talk my way out of it... You though..." He trailed off as he looked him up and down. "Eehhh... I dunno, man."
Caius already had his exit plan ready. He just wanted to see what Eyebaggs would do. While Caius couldn't stop them from taking the books as things were, there was no harm in giving the guards some fair warning...
It quickly became apparent to Nero that he shouldn’t have even opened his mouth to speak. He should have continued his searching in the quiet, in the dark, or simply left when he’d had the chance. Though he’d finished admonishing the blonde hero and had quickly busied himself with searching the books once more, it appeared that he’d garnered the attention of the very woman he had been warning the other about. She crossed the room in long strides, and was upon him before he had the chance to move.
The Tsviet’s red eyes darted around as he sought a quick escape, the books in his arms quickly vanishing into the abyss. He backed up against the wall, his bony shoulders bumping into the stone, trapped like a mouse. He opened his mouth to … what? Ask her to back away? Plead for mercy? Nero wasn’t sure, as he focused on the woman’s impassive face, his jaw clicking closed as she reached forward and gently tilted his chin upward, her curled fingernail just barely scraping against his pale skin.
"Tell me," she began as Nero’s heart raced faster and faster, his hands shaking as he kept them plastered up against the stone. Her clawed hands smoothed through his thick black hair, something that would have been a comforting gesture from someone like Weiss, but from her, was a true threat. In seconds, she could have ripped through his throat, or snapped him in two. Nero wasn’t a fool, he knew danger when he sensed it, and he’d seen what she was capable of with magic.
He was submissive. Still, and quiet.
"What do you really desire?" The woman’s laugh was cold and calculating, cold as ice in the Tsviet’s chest, "Is it power? A purpose? Show me what powers lies within your darkness by dismissing this unwanted fool, and I'll lead you to both."
… What? Nero kept his eyes on the woman as she released him, confusion evident on his face. She was offering him something, for simply making the blonde man go away? What he desired, what he desired … What even was that, anymore? It wasn’t power, Nero had no use for more power than he was already cursed with. A purpose? Perhaps. Without Weiss by his side, the Sable was unsure of what to do with his life. It was why he clung so easily to Kuja, who had grand plans that he could potentially need help with. Kuja had given him a purpose, but …
Could this woman offer him something greater? Was there a way, maybe, that she could help him find his brother?
The blonde man’s response to Nero was lost amongst the swirling chaos in his mind. What should he do? If he didn’t act as the woman wanted, would she simply dispose of him? Did he want to act? The Tsviet gently bit down on his tongue as he considered his options. Whether or not it was for survival, or for purpose, perhaps it would be best to do as she wished. Darkness swirled around Nero’s hands, leaving behind his twin handguns as it retreated back to the shadows of his form. He could no longer wield four, with his metal limbs having been disposed of, but two would work well enough. He had materia, if things weren’t working well in his favor.
The hero-type seemed all too eager to start a fight. He spun his weapon carelessly in his hands, before losing his grip on it and sending it flying toward the window. It crashed loudly through the weak glass, before plummeting down, down. Nero eyed the window for a moment, taking in the sights and sounds of people waking and responding to the noise. Within moments, the alarm blared.
How ridiculously annoying.
"You sure you still wanna do that, Spooky? I mean, if they catch us here, I can probably talk my way out of it... You though… Eehhh... I dunno, man."
Nero raised a dark eyebrow before thumbing the hammer of his handguns, making it clear that the resulting alarms and mess were hardly a concern to him, “You seem to forget I can teleport just as easily as you can.”
He gestured vaguely to the shadows behind him, before spinning the pistol in his left hand and moving away from the wall. Nero was a distance fighter through and through, working with guns, magic, and the powers of oblivion. The Tsviet gave the blonde man a few moments to decide whether or not he truly wanted to remain in that room, before pulling his arms up straight. Nero fired his weapons rapidly at his target, ready to teleport a short distance away if the man came too close.
Whatever books were left, they’d have to be lost. Hopefully, he’d managed to grab something of value before this madness.
Rise and take flight, darling Let's soar high For the first time in forever you're alive Don't you forget that
Contrary to what his expression was saying, everything Caius had done in the last few minutes had been according to a plan. As aloof and uncoordinated as he seemed, dropping his weapon the way he did... Every move had been carefully calculated, and thought out. Unfortunately, it seemed that plan would need a few deviations as Spooky decided he wanted to fight after all.
No though, he hadn't realized he could teleport. That was good to know, Spooky.
The complexity of the situation changing could be told in one thing easily, one thing only - the mercenary's expression. What was cheerful, confident, amused, full of life and bounce in the moments before... Creased down into something terrible and cold. The moment that Nero had fired the first shot had been the moment that the colour and vigour left his expression, replaced with an icy stare that seemed as if it threatened to pierce all in front of it. His expression was stoic, not showing an inch of emotion.
The switch had been flipped.
In the place of the longsword appeared a short sword with double pointed ends. Pulling them apart, Caius brandished two daggers that each held a similar trigger at the handle to the longsword summoned before them. Aiming them, Caius would open fire with the two gunblades as well. Unlike the shotgun style of his primary they shot smaller bullets in rapid fire fashion, aimed straight at him. As it was unlikely that every bullet would be blocked by his own, Caius would take off at a run, moving to the side as he continued firing. After the opening volley, Caius would quickly flick his wrist and toss one of the daggers toward him when the opportunity arose - Warping through the air and attempting to close the distance between the two of them.
You won't burn (red, red roses) You won't bleed (pinks and posies) Confess to me, girl (red, red roses, go down)
Good. It seemed the boy was not as dimwitted as the blonde 'hero'. Ultimecia waited and watched to see what the dark haired child would pull from the darkness, but was disappointed to see guns rather than darkness itself coming forth. To think that humans thought their machines of steel and powder were anything compared to the deepest and darkest of magics was laughable. Still, she wondered what other tricks the boy had up his sleeve. She watched as if in slow motion as the bullets left their weapon and headed towards the hero. So, he would fight back; make them out to be the villains his feeble mind could understand. Ultimecia smiled as she sauntered away from the ensuing chaos disappearing out into the hallway in the blink of an eye as the alarm blared round and came closer; she would be the villain he wanted so desperately then.
The flames of torches and sound of fools came closer as she stepped down the hallway to greet them as the two children fought in the room behind her. She wondered if their bloodshed would spill out into the hallway. Still her thoughts and attention were only for the four men holding swords and one even holding a tome of magic searching for a spell it seemed. A smile spread across her lips as she unfurled her wings across the corridor. She held up a hand looking to it rather than the wretches before her. "This is not your fight or concern," she warned twitching her talons casting her eyes back at the motley crew, "Leave." The illusion of choice was theirs now. Did they wish to live or die? Either way they would not make it far. She had a lesson on heroism to teach.
"What is that thing?" one cried out as another yelled. "What are you woman?" Brandishing their swords, they approached her as she stood calmly waiting for them to come closer. Ultimecia called forth a dark orb to her hand and raised it to imitate the casting of a spell. With that provocation, the guards began swinging their swords like children fighting with sticks. Ultimecia almost let the sword land a blow before warping behind the group taking her talon hard against one of the men's throats watching as he fell to the ground. The next she placed her palm against his chest unleashing a Thundaga spell watching and feeling as his heart beat irregular and rapidly before giving up completely as his skin cracked. For the third, a blizzaga spell sufficed to freeze him to the spot. She turned to the small mage who now smelled of fear and other extremes. "Go and do not let me be disturbed again." She turned away from the sound of escaping footsteps. Let them hear of her, let the boy bring the entirety of the temple to come face her. Ultimecia flashed in a moment as she reentered the room in the blink of an eye.
Ultimecia blocked the few stray bullets that headed her way with a wave of magicked hands. She tutted as she watched the two fight. "And to think," she said as if there were no battle happening in front of her eyes, "If you weren't so busy proving your worth, you could have saved those you summoned to their demise." Ultimecia laughed cold and deep as she continued to examine the black haired man's fighting style. He had promise, but could he be fooled into servitude of his own will? Only time would tell. She would watch this fight until either a conclusion or boredom took her.
