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“There are others, kupo? We can’t let them stay out there alone. We will help you.”
Zack sighed in relief, bending forward as he set his hands on his thighs, “Thank goodness.”
However, as the words the moogle spoke replayed in his mind, he snapped back to attention, spiky hair flying up as he whipped his head back toward the creature. His glowing blue eyes were wide, one eyebrow raised, “Wait — we?”
As if on cue, noises began to erupt from the brush behind them. The Soldier turned, his tired body tense at the sound of the sudden shuffle. Yet, there was no shift or shadow of a man, nor a monster that broke through the leaves and limbs. From the darkness there came a glowing pom, followed by another. Two more of the moogle creatures curiously floated out from the shadows, and Zack just barely managed to keep his jaw from dropping.
One of the little creatures was a bow, and the other a curved staff. The three tiny, colorful creatures flew to each other, talking quietly amongst themselves as Fair stared dumbly at them, his jaw slack. If his body hadn’t been in pain mere moments ago, before the first moogle had saved him, he’d have thought he was dreaming. Or, well, having a very well constructed nightmare. No, though, his failures were very real, and the danger he’d left his new companions in was even more so.
Zack bit his bottom lip as the worried bubbled up his throat. They both seemed very capable at defending themselves, but … What if they’d fallen for the same tricks he had? Why had he fallen for it in the first place!? Damn this forest, damn his own naivety.
The moogles broke their little circle in time for him to emerge from his self deprecating thoughts, thankfully, as the one wielding an axe spoke to him once more, “I am Ruffletuft Kupta Kapa. The one with the blue pom is WoolyWart Kupu Kogi, and the one with the white pom is Furryfoot Kupli Kipp. We have heard the forest whisper, and we know where your friends are, kupo. This way!”
“Ruffle — uh, wha—?” Zack attempted lamely to repeat the names he’d just heard, knowing immediately that they were way too rhyme-y for him to remember clearly. Thankfully, there was no time for that, as the group of moogles began zipping away from him, back into the shadows, leading the way to those he’d left behind, “Oh, r-right behind you!”
His boots hit the dirt once more as he rushed after the group of weapon-wielding moogles, lungs heaving in breath after breath of the moist, cool forest air. The glowing poms ahead of him almost resembled balls of light, bouncing about, guiding the way. He would have laughed, if the situation wasn’t so urgent. If the forest had very nearly taken him out, what about Cissnei and Caius? Oh, god, and Celes had been there too, hadn’t she!?
Or … had she? Was she just another illusion, meant to confuse them?
The Soldier wasn’t sure how long he had been following the moogles back through the forest. He couldn’t say that any of the trees or shadows looked familiar; after all, he hadn’t been paying attention to his surroundings as he’d darted off after a fake Angeal again. The rest of the forest was eerily silent around them, aside from the whispering wind and the tremble of creaking branches. How far had he gone? Had the others run off just as far, in different directions? Zack grit his teeth as he pushed through the brush, far from as agile as his companions, Ruffle— uhh, Furry.. Moogles! However, as he strained his enhanced senses, Fair was sure he could hear something beside the sound of his own breathing in the distance.
A flurry of hope filled him, but it was quickly replaced by surprise as the darkness in the distance suddenly lit up — aflame.
“Woah!” Zack called out as he saw the intense fire spread, changing course and heading in the direction of the dancing flames. He wasn’t sure where his fuzzy companions were headed as he tried to make out anything aside from the silhouette of trees ahead of him — unable to make out any human figures, “Hey! Cissnei! Caius! You guys better not be on freaking fire!”
If it was up to me, I'd rewrite history, and change my destiny. One last time.
The goblins offered no remorse to Caius’s words. Every phrase he uttered was met by the rustling wind in the forest’s shadows, as well as the unnerving jester chuckling of the goblins as they came to tear at him. “I killed them all,” Caius announced. In response, the goblins tore at his clothes and gleefully mocked him, “Kill all! Kill all!” A cheer as if Caius should be proud of his actions. He was one of them. But it would only be moments before their cheers died as the flames purged them. Their ashes scattered at Caius’s boots heavily. Not even the wind would carry them.
More red eyes in the shadows. Another dark mass lurched forward toward him. “They will never see the light…” This wave bit at Caius’s legs, claws tearing into them. But whether it was to drag him down or for them to climb up was a question that would not be answered. The heaviness of their gaunt, elongated bodies hindered his movements. “No light in these woods.” They cooed like laughing hyenas as if they insinuated the dead had eyes here. Their long teeth glinted in the slivers of moon light. When Caius mentioned right his wrongs, they simply repeated, “Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!”
Caius’s steel ripped into their flesh. Blood splattered. The cackling voices were slow silenced. Those that were not silenced by steel were caught on the conflagration. The laughing turned into screaming as the goblins ran back for the trees to relieve their flaming skin. Fira also caused a few of the dry dead trees to catch fire. A wild fire began to spread threatening to consume Caius, the cottage and its occupants, and the bodies of the victims. It would spread more if not stopped.
The forest was no longer shrouded in total darkness. It burned brightly.
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The moogles seemed amused that he could not say their complicated names. Their pom poms vibrated with their quiet laughter. Maybe later they would give him a shorter version of their names. Their little bat-like wings beat as hard as they could as they zoomed through the forest. They duck and dodged the branches with a strange aerial grace. But they almost came to a halt when they saw the orange inferno. “Take care of your friends. We will try to contain the fire, kupo!” It seemed Zack didn’t need to told as he rushed forward to help.
Furryfoot raised her staff and tried to summon water with her abilities to try to dampen the shrubbery and trees just outside the fire’s radius. Ruffletuft and Woolywart tried to strike down the flaming goblins that tried to rush past them. They would rejoin Zack once their job here was done.
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Despite her sleepy haze, Zack’s voice seemed to pierce the dark veil placed on her by Chadarnook. She saw him dead twice? Once in the past. Once in the woods here…
But he was…alive? She gave a groan at the massive headache forming in her head. She laid on the bloody alter, her eyes focusing on the portrait. She could swear the woman’s eyes moved in the picture. The wisp of clouds around her seemed to actually float gently about her.
The shadow of Chadarnook loomed over her and she still felt the grips of sleep paralysis.
“My love. Soon I will release you from the canvass’s confines. You will be made whole.” He reached his hands out to the painting to beckon her out soon the mist began leaking out of the picture. It poured into the room. When the clouds began to fade out through the cracked windows and doors, the brown-haired beauty coalesced.
“My dear we have always been one in the canvass. But soon we may have two forms to walk this world.” Her were delicate and soft. Her eyes turned to Cissnei and she held out a hand as if requesting the scythe from the reaper. Cissnei pretended to still be asleep. Perhaps, if she could surprise them, she may have a chance to escape whatever these entities were.
Caius would have gladly let this forest burn if he could. This sort of thing wasn't generally in his nature, but it didn't seem like anything lived here except for monsters and these damned illusions. Deep down, he knew he wanted to watch this blasted place burn to the ground. Every tree, every branch, every piece of haunted bark. It all needed to go, it all needed to die. But unfortunately... Himself, Zack and Cissnei were still here. Which meant that he couldn't risk them dying because he wanted to burn this forest down. Maybe if he still felt this way, he would return later to finish the job. But he had to do what needed to be done for the time being.
At least he got to watch those stupid goblins burn.
"Blizzard" Caius called, holding out a hand to launch the best Blizzard he could, hoping to stop the flames. The energy he poured was quite a bit, and the cold radiating from it caused Caius to sneeze when he tried to cast again. "Blizz-AAAAAAAA..."
The blast of ice magic that burst from his hand was far more powerful, but also took a fair bit of magic. But it did its job, dousing the flames when it whammed into the trees at a far greater rate than the prior Blizzard. Caius quirked a brow, now very interested in this new development. While stopping the flames was important for their survival, he now also had the motivation of trying this new power.
"Blizz-a..." Caius murmered, trying to find the right words as he aimed toward more of the flame-crested trees.
As if by magic, the words found their way to his lips.
"Blizzara."
The magic fired once more, though Caius knew he couldn't do this forever. It was like with Fira, the more magic he poured into all of this... The less energy he would have before he went into Stasis.
The creatures within the forest retreated from the fire. Instead the goblins lingered just beyond, watching with red glowing eyes behind the thick smoke. Their cackles seemed to die down to simple eerie silence. However, as they did retreat some of their sights eyed Zack warily, but hungrily.
Goblins that were still too close iced over, causing frozen corpses with fretful expressions. Ice melted over the fiery areas, allowing the air to mingle with smoke and steam that smothered the flames. Yet, it still gave cover to the enemies that lurked in the trees.
The darkness seemed to rise up again in the woods. It was quiet and lonely.
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Cissnei tried more to shake the oppressive aura that loomed off Chadarnook and the woman that hovered over the altar. There was a loving bond between Chadarnook and the now existing woman from the painting. Was this whole scheme some occult effort to bring a ghost into the physical realm? All those women sacrificed for someone’s reason to bring a fantasy into reality. Were these women failed vessels, or simply a bargain for the price for the plan to come into fruition? Cissnei could not tell.
But she could hear something being passed into the hand of the female. A masculine chant began arose and was harmonized with a feminine hum. The air got thick with a darker magic. Cissnei could only think the woman held a weapon of some kind. She was not wrong. After a heartbeat, Cissnei opened her eyes to see the dagger begin to bear down towards her chest. Built-in instincts, caused her to roll off the altar. The dagger struck it with metallic screech, while Cissnei landed with a thud on the floor. She tried to reach out a hand to use a gravity spell, but they seemed simply to absorb gravity or, at least, it had no effect other than crunching the altar. Though their surprise seemed to give her one more edge.
As Chadarnook began to cast another charm spell on her, Cissnei bolted for the painting on the wall. Perhaps it was the source of their power. But before she could even grab for the canvass, the female entity lifted but a hand and a large blot of paint seemed to open into a portal. A large, gaunt hand reached out to stop Cissnei by her ankle and she tumbled against the altar. Cissnei summoned her shuriken to her hand and she tossed it at Chadarnook to disrupt his spell. His words stopped, but without room to maneuver, Cissnei had done little damage.
No emotion showed on Caius' face as he stared down the carnage he had caused. While he'd managed to put out the fires, some goblins still remained. Some still stood, some were frozen statues. But either way, he was in no mood to deal with them any longer. No illusions would save them after they had decided to show him these things. They had hoped to torment him, torture him and use memories he wished forgotten to make prey of him. In one hand materialized his sword. In the other, his duel sided short sword. Caius tugged on the short sword until it split into two daggers, and he would shove one beneath his belt as he brandished the other.
Cold, piercing brown eyes stared toward the goblins as Caius took action.
He didn't care about the steam that gave cover to his foes. His instincts and senses would be his guide. He dashed forward, waiting for the goblins to fall on him. Any frozen statues that got in his way were hacked at, the blunt force of the blade destroying the frozen statues and the monsters within them. The remainder leaped at him, hoping to use their cover to snare him. But they only found one thing, and that was that they had been the ones caught in a trap instead of the other way around. Ready for them, Caius stabbed his dagger through one of them, square in the chest and pointed his sword when he heard movement nearby. Caius finished the slice to gouge the goblin's throat as he fired with the gunblade in his right hand, putting an energy bullet through the head of another hoping to circle around. Caius crossed his blades as he continued to dash forward, coming across a group that tried to take advantage of numbers this go around. Caius went for a more aggressive stance, slashing furiously with both blades and leaving his feet momentarily to punt in the skull one that had latched itself onto him with intentions to sink its claws into him.
Caius nearly ran into a tree and slowed down. A goblin would leap from the shadows to try and stab a small knife into his back, but Caius heard the sound of their footsteps in time to drop his dagger and grab hold of the thing's neck. At this point, Caius was operating on auto-pilot as his anger had subtly began to take over. The mercenary slammed the monster into the tree, the weapons in his hand disappearing as he reeled his hand back, balling in into a fist before smashing the brunt of his knuckles into the monster's head. While his expression was cold as ice, hot blood was clearly running through his veins as the mercenary gave into his innermost urges and pummelled the cruel thing without mercy. Some of the remainder would come for him, not out of desire to save their friend, but seeing opportunity.
But Caius had heard them, and the sound brought him back to his senses quickly. He quickly took the dagger from his belt and finished the goblin without further hesitation, before tossing the dagger in a straight shot that hit one of the goblins in the face. This dagger also disappeared and soon after the original dagger re-appeared in his left hand, his sword re-materializing in his right. The ones that remained, whether they were behind the fog, or in plain view... Had stopped.
Caius did not act further. The message had been sent. And he had those two other people to find before he got out of here. If the goblins did not impede him further, Caius had managed to settle himself down as suddenly the setting around him began to change. Clutching his weapons a little tighter, he found that instead of forest, he was in a compact area, with paintings...
He hadn't seen the man or the woman just yet. So if he was to guess, this change of scenery may mean the forest was playing with one of them here... They had seen the illusion of Celes earlier that had been meant for him, yes?
Cissnei summoned the shuriken back to her hand as she tried to pull herself up. But the hand seemed to be trying to drag her into the abyss painted by the blot on the floor. She gritted her teeth and held on to the rubble straining to not be pulled under. She raised a hand towards the painting and the familiar glint of the materia lit the room. She felt the remains of her stamina began to drain as she put what she had left into her Firaga spell. The painting burst into flames.
There was a shriek by the woman as Cissnei looked back. Even though the hostile woman was not her target, it seemed that she was set afire as a chain reaction from the canvass burning. The ghoulish hands that once held Cissnei’s legs were also aflame and receded back into their holes to recuperate. Cissnei slapped her legs to put the flames out, but the fire seemed to be spiraling out of control in this small wooden hut.
Chadarnook went to the woman to try to smother the flames with his chilling darkness, but without the portrait to draw his powers he was unable to do so. And the woman, without access to her source, was unable to recover. They lunged at Cissnei in a final act of desperation to complete the ritual. Cissnei had little energy left but to try to brace for the impact.
But it didn’t come, instead there were the ghostly images of the missing girls before her. Their aura of light held the dark entities at bay. Then drove Chadarnook and his counterpart into the flames. Cissnei watched in disbelief, as she shielded her eyes from the blinding light. There were two agonizing screams as the flames took the foes and when Cissnei looked back up, one of the ghosts held something in its palm for her. She took the glinting stone from her palm. They smiled at her in silence before dissolving into the smoke of the building. The roof was beginning to collapse in one corner and the smoke was starting to become unbearable.
Well, if Cissnei died by fire at least she had put some souls to rest and prevented more victims.
Her eyes looked to the exit, but it was blocked by flames and debris. Coolly, she tried to keep her panic down as she found a window. She began to make her way to it, covering her face with an arm to try not to breathe the smoke in.
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Caius would find himself in the basement of the house, surrounded by the paintings. The sounds of the scuffle were muffled. Above there would be a shine of light through the floorboards. All at once the paintings would light up in flames and suddenly a bunch of outstretched ghoulish hands would stretch out to him in desperation for relief. Then they would recede back inside.
Post by Caius Dragelion on Feb 29, 2020 16:58:41 GMT -6
The Dragonglaive
@blacksuit Word Count: OOC: Dialogue Color: 196fd1
While he didn’t know if the other two were illusions or not, he had figured the least he could do was look for them. Not forever, but he would at least try. Though was there two? For one reason or another, his memories of seeing another were beginning to fade. Wasn’t there only one? The girl with the red hair. He vaguely recalled another, but… That memory was receding by the moment. It bothered him, but he didn’t know if there was anything that he could do about it except try to save who he could. While he didn’t recognize the house or the paintings, it didn’t take long for those thoughts to be dashed by the sounds coming from above. It sounded like a scuffle, and then… Burning. He could smell burning. Hadn’t he already put out the fires outside? And then the paintings would light up in flames themselves. Caius drew his sword as hands would reach out, but they would soon after recede. He didn’t know what was going on, but he knew that with the fire, he likely needed to get out of there quickly. And if he was to guess, the source of the fire and the scuffling sounds were rooted in one of the others. Possibly the red haired girl. Deciding to take the risk and search for them, Caius would take off at a run through the house, hoping to find a way upstairs and get to them in case they needed help.
“Aye! Is anyone in here?” Caius called out. It was possible he would draw out more monsters he knew, but he could deal with that risk. Worst case scenario, he would add to the flames and take out any monsters in here at once, after he had found an escape route. But he hoped to find the others before that happened. But he needed to be quick.
Cissnei felt the heat of the flames scorching her skin and it reminded her of the same burning sensation as Meteorfall and Zirconaide’s explosion. She survived both of those. She could survive this. Turks never seemed to die after all. The flames reflected off the copper in her hair as she wrapped her jacket around her fist. She was out of magic and her stamina was rapidly draining from the lack of oxygen as she breathed in smoke and carbon dioxide.
She pulled her arm back and punched the window as hard as she could. The glass cracked and she tried again, her fist impacting hard against the window. Another crack, but she was weakening with each exertion.
--- The moogles had lost track of Zack, but they could see shadows moving in the burning cabin. Pom poms vibrating in anticipation and worry they zoomed to the small cabin. They saw the woman in the window. The mage moogles in the overly sized wizard hat began to summon blizzard at the tip of his staff and sent the charge gently along the window.
-- Cissnei could not see the invisible moogles on the other side of the window, but she did see frost expanding along the window. Surprised she covered her face with an arm and turned away as the window shattered from the expansion of cold. She heard the noise of tinkling glass and then…a breeze. It was then she heard Caius’s voice, “I’m here, Caius. But I’ve got a way out. Hurry!” She stated with a bit of urgency. Glass bit into her hands as she lifted herself over the window pane and out of the building.
She landed on the ground with a thud and she just took the moment to breathe in the fresh air. She coughed out the smoke and toxins in her lungs, refilling them with the cool night air. She did not currently care about the dangers that may or may not lay beyond. Nor did she see the relieved moogles set to work as they tried to put out the flames of the building with their own magic.
When Caius would join her, she would sit up and look up at him, before looking to the bodies. “I think we can consider this a mystery solved. We found the missing girls, the missing goods, and the roads should be safe again… for a little while at least. We should return the bodies to their families for a proper burial.” She stood up and dusted herself off, thought it didn't help clear the soot and dirt at all.
Post by Caius Dragelion on Mar 27, 2020 17:00:56 GMT -6
The Dragonglaive
@blacksuit Word Count: OOC: Dialogue Color: 196fd1
"Understood!" Caius responded curtly as he would take her words as an indicator that if there were any survivors here, they were already out and he could move more aggressively without issue. With the house about to go down anyway, Caius would back up a moment before drawing his sword. Shooting a hole in the ceiling above him, Caius would use the Warp Strike to ram into it and strike with his blade, crashing through as he would use his air navigation abilities to ensure he landed where he needed to. Caius navigated past the flames best he could until he found the source of where Cissnei had been calling before. She had just leaped from the window when he arrived, and he nodded his head as he steeled himself. He didn't dare breathe in, knowing he would just inhale smoke, so he just prepared himself best he could as he would make his way to the window.
Caius swapped to one of his daggers as he would toss it through the opening. He shut his eyes, gritting his teeth as he disappeared, warping through the window as he would freefall, his dagger disappearing as he would hit the ground and roll forward, preventing any real damage but not stopping him from un-gracefully slamming onto his back and just laying there a moment once he knew he was out of danger. He coughed and gagged a few times, the smoke still prevalent in his nose and mouth. Once he had his breath back, he would move to join Cissnei. She looked to the bodies, and his gaze followed hers.
The job.
He remembered the job. He had almost forgotten amongst all of this. He supposed it was done then... Though his gaze remained on the bodies a few moments longer. He let out a quiet, frustrated growl as he diverted his gaze from them.
"Yes. We should" He spoke softly, his gaze moving to the ground for a few moments. This was part of the gig. You couldn't save everyone, and you were typically the one transporting the bodies when you couldn't.
But it didn't make it any easier. Yet, they still had an illusion filled forest to get everything out of. But it would hopefully be easier if he stuck with someone. At least that way, they would have a stronger defense against the illusions. They never should have split up to begin with. It's what the forest had wanted.
Cissnei nodded silently and moved to the tree line where the bodies hung artistically posed in the trees. They died just so some otherworldly creatures could attempt to gain a more material form in this world. It was an awful death and unfair to the families who had to lose a loved one. But, there was nothing more to be done. Cissnei could not bring back the dead. She could only ensure they had a peaceful rest where their families could visit. She pulled a knife from her belt and stretched herself so she could start cutting down the bodies.
The pyre flies that caused the illusions before seemed to have disappeared with the death of the murderers. Or maybe the fires scared them off for now. Cissnei could not be sure. It did not matter. She was a Turk and death followed here where ever she went. This was nothing new to her and she remained emotionless as she moved the bodies and calmly laid them next to each other.
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In time a makeshift sled made from broken slats from the smoldering cabin and what little rope and vines could be found. Cissnei tossed her now grungy blazer over the bodies. This was possibly to hide their open eyes or provide them some protection from the encroaching flies. She pulled an end of the rope over her shoulder to begin pulling through he woods.
“This could have been worse.” She stated quietly. “We could have been the additions to go with the bodies.” She only stated the truth. These women had been hypnotized or entranced, much like she had been. Or perhaps provided visions to be lured. They did not make it out of their situation.
