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[attr="class","rem4"]Notes: we're so DEAD! GM permission obtained from both Josh and Undaunted for what Rem's going to attempt!
Who knew she was on the right mark, but due to her indecision, had decided not to go through with what she was thinking?
So the old wives’ tales that were passed around during the Lore of Healing in Class Seventh were all… real?! She thought angrily, chastising herself as suddenly, the specter with the wicked-looking scythe disappeared. For a few moments she thought they were all in the clear, but that wasn’t the case.
Then she heard the voice ringing in her ears, laying down a curse on her—at least it didn’t look to be as bad as—wait, why were her thought processes slowing down?
Wake up, girl! You’re not going to let yourself be easily tormented by this, are you? You’ve studied the effects of time-based spells! Don’t let it affect you! She continued to berate herself, raising her head up a bit to look around. Was it just her, or was everything else around her moving around too quickly for her to process?
She’d noticed what was happening to Caius and the other knight—what was going on with them? Why was their skin color changing? They looked like… oh, no!
Even as she tried to call their attention, she found her mouth was moving far too slow for her liking and moved as quickly as her ‘condition’ would allow. Even if it looked like she was trapped in a game of ‘frozen statues’ she made to grab one of Vossler’s hands first, mentally recoiling at the discoloration that had spread across the older man’s face and visible limbs. With her other hand, she tried to reach for Caius’ hand as well, gesturing for the two to place their hands atop each other, while her right hand supported their weight underneath.
She had to move before her brain slowed down and eventually shut out—with a mighty, gargantuan effort she laid her left hand atop both men’s hands and began calling forth from the phantoma reserves she had within. While she knew that this was rather risky, there was something inside her that was telling her to go ahead and do it—never mind if it would set off a chain reaction somewhere down the road.
They—they called us the Class of Healers, and with—with good reason! Even if… even if I wear a red mantle now instead of a pink one… I will never forget what I learned in Class… Seventh! After all, I—my best… lies in White magic. Oh, Vermillion Crystal, wherever you may be… please, don’t—don’t fail me in this moment!
Even if it was terribly slow at first, she felt her hands heating up with the wellspring of magic she carried inside her. Focusing the rest of her thoughts on the power that was slowly bubbling to the surface, she began to cast the second variation of the Full Cure spell. While she knew that the first would work, it had the nasty little caveat of only working on her.
Who knew what the other member of their party was going to say?
Either this works, or… or we all die. Even then, I’m willing…to risk that!
Rem's attempting to cast the Full Cure II spell here
The heat was something that perhaps should have bothered Caius. But after spending so long being uncomfortable and getting used to it, it just didn't sink in how unbearably hot it was. Perhaps that was a weakness of his, considering how near deathly hot it was. But it definitely hit him when the air cooled after Kuja would cast a wind spell. The relief filled his body and it sunk in that the heat had been his fault for the most part. Caius nodded his head toward Kuja in acknowledgement before they pressed forward.
He was confused though, when Kuja would step forward and offer a coin to the spectre. They would disappear, and Caius could hear something in his head. After they spoke, mistaking what they had said for a threat and not a punishment, Caius bowed his head as he would try to speak to it through his mind, unsure of if the message would reach but figured it was worth a try.
"My apologies, spirit. It is a rare sight to meet one of your kind that has not proceeded to attack, forgive me for being on guard as I have been. I would also ask for your forgiveness for not knowing of some sort of culture relating to the coins and the dead" He sounded in his head, thinking of just why Kuja would have given the phantom a coin before the doors opened. There were so many things that Caius was just not familiar with... Once again, it had been a weakness of its own. "I will pay your due respects should the opportunity arise" He finished, doubting it would be seen or heard or even thinking it would do anything, but they had shown disrespect to one that had chosen to open the door for them and that was not something that Caius' sense of honor was going to be happy with. He would lean down and take some coins from the pile, for the case that the spirit re-appeared. When he did, and clenched his fist to take the coins, he felt a splitting pain in his hand. Pocketing the coins, he would rip the glove off his hand to reveal that it had turned green. Within seconds, he could feel his stomach turning as well as he felt ungodly ill all of a sudden. Eyes widening, Caius wondered if taking the coins had caused them to fail some sort of test and be cursed, amidst his suppressing his desire to vomit immediately. His gaze darted to the others, and while Rem and Kuja appeared to be fine, Vossler was also green.
Caius trudged forward, pondering what had happened.
And then it hit him.
"But perhaps one must be dead to feel for the dead. Find water blessed by a priest or defeat the sealed evil to feel human once more".
Those words resounded in his head again as he recollected them. He clenched and unclenched his fist, noticing how the skin, which looked rotted, easily broke with every movement as a different color of blood spilled from the breaks. Stashing both his gloves to keep them from getting soggy, the Glaive took a deep breath to try and regain his composure. His words, the rotted, green skin... Had he taken on the attributes of the undead? At the least, he still had control of his body, and the punishment -- instead of a threat as he had originally taken it -- seemed to be temporary so long as they survived this. If he had the attributes of the undead, then fire was now out of the question, he noted. Vordun would need to hang back and wait to attack with his claws and teeth instead. And Caius likely wouldn't be able to safely use fire magic himself. He noticed that Rem seemed to be moving far more slowly than before, and he wondered why. Was it a different kind of curse? Interesting...
But then the woman appeared, and with her, legions of the undead. Seeing as they were armed, Caius had no problem with drawing his blade as Vordun would begin to growl toward them. But suddenly Rem had their hands, and had started talking about healing. Healing... This set off something in his head that he'd read from one of his books. Adventurers Handbook, he recalled. He'd read a passage about dealing with undead foes, while he was doing his research into it in hopes of understanding foes he hadn't faced yet in this new world... And he suddenly recalled something about healing spells hurting-
"REM, DON'T-"
He'd realized it too late as she casted Full Cure. Caius didn't even have a chance to curse at her before it went dark. Caius had hit the ground hard, he could feel his ears ringing, and he realized he couldn't breathe as he coughed up green, undead blood everytime he tried to take a breath. Vordun had started whimpering as he tried to help Caius steady himself, and Caius would lean on Vordun as he made his way to his knees, vision blurry and his senses going haywire.
Was this what it was like to be on death's doorstep?
The mage’s response to the specter made the knight feel like a complete idiot. Up to this point, Vossler felt like he had done an acceptable job moving the group forward. But now, with the crypt keeper’s disappearance, it seemed the mage was taking point.
When the specter spoke, its words were etched into Vossler’s mind. No respect for the dead? he thought, As opposed to what? The respect they have shown towards the living? Towards us? He kept his thoughts to himself, unsure if the remarks by the keeper was shared with the others.
Before he could even ask the others, the sensation of sickness overwhelmed him. The male with the dragon didn’t seem to be fairing too well, either. But the change in skin tone for Vossler and Caius caused some concern for him. He watched their skin go from healthy to a sickly green, which accompanied the ill feeling.
“This… is not good.” Vertigo came next, with the room seemingly spinning around him. He felt sick to his stomach, holding down the vomit that tried to work its way up. Vossler wasn’t sure what ailment had just been inflicted upon him. Poison was never this severe and neither was slow, although the girl seemed to have become delayed with her actions. The mage, though, he appeared unaffected by any of these ailments. A variation of Disease, perhaps?
He couldn’t say or do much before Rem grabbed hands with the two men and began casting her spell. Caius tried to stop her, but it was already too late. The dazzling lights surrounded the three, and while the intent was to heal them, the effect was the opposite.
Vossler had never felt so much pain in his life. Full-Cure had injured him, more so than any of the dead had done during this entire campaign. He cried out and released his grip from the others before staggering back against a wall. That vomit that he tried so hard to withhold found its way up in this moment of weakness. The Dalmascan violently ejected the contents of his stomach. Thankfully, it was not in the direction of the others.
“Do not do that… please…” He tried to push the pain aside, but it had done such a great amount of harm to him that Vossler found it difficult to even walk. He staggered again, but this time in the same direction that the mage was walking. “It said… blessed water. We must…” Speaking became difficult, almost as much as walking did. Everything hurt. He felt like he was melting due to the buildup of moisture between his flesh and the armor he wore. Regardless of the complications, Vossler did his best to push onward. There was no other choice.
Knight-Captain Azelas
Final Fantasy IX
27
YEARS
Agendered
Open
Pansexual
333 POSTS
Fin
Peace is but a shadow of death, desperate to forget its painful past.
Skeletal fingers grasped his offering. Kuja took one step back, eyeing the specter carefully. If it attacked, would he have time to defend himself? He only had a few short moments to guess before it turned its shrouded head towards him and spoke.
Kuja’s eyes cooled. The words pierced his mind -- Respect. Guide. Opening the door -- and he cleared his expression so that it wouldn’t see him sneer. For not the first time, he felt like a pawn being led along on silver strings. There was no point in resisting its pull. It hardly mattered when he planned to drive a knife through his master’s hand.
A wave of magic prickled at the back of his neck, and Kuja tensed even as it slipped off him as easily as water. This corruption had a different target in mind -- or rather three of them. Kuja turned to find them each struggling against it in their own way. Did they pose more of a threat to the Lich? Kuja glanced back to the specter. There was no denying the connection between the offering and his acceptance, but it seemed far too convenient that he alone had been spared by this envoy of the undead king. It felt like a summons. It felt like a command.
The skeletal servant turned and raised a hand to the archway. The door shuddered and creaked open without resistance. Beyond the veil, a graveyard stretched in all directions -- dismal, gray, and weathered by time. Once again, the wraith’s chilling voice seized his mind, and once again Kuja braced himself as his tail bristled.
’Salvation for his patriots?’ Even with his mind pierced through, it seemed the specter’s understanding of him had its limits. Ahead he’d find what he sought and to the right some manner of ancient being that hardly interested him. If the Lich sought his attention so terribly then there was no point wasting time. Kuja itched to cut his puppet strings.
”This...is not good.”
Only once the specter had vanished did Kuja glance to the others. Two of them staggered, pale with nausea. The girl moved as though through water. Slow. That was easy enough to diagnose, but as for the other two…
Had they turned green?
Realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. It looked different than he was used to, but he knew that magic. That pestilence. Kuja’s lips twitched with a smirk. Zombie.
Kuja wondered if he should feign ignorance and offer to heal them or if he should simply leave them to their own devices. Would a curaga be enough to take their lives? Or would they suspect he’d known better? Kuja hardly had the time to weigh his options before the girl finally closed the distance between them and took their hands in hers.
Magic drew to her in healing waves. Was she really about to-?
The effect was immediate. As soon as the curative spell touched their skin, they were stifling screams and staggering with pain. The idiot with the dragon coughed up sickly blood. The knight twisted away and vomited on the floor. They could barely stand let alone fight, and still their coloration was unchanged.
She'd done it for him! Kuja shoved a hand over his mouth, turning away as his lips twitched and his shoulders shook with laughter. If it had suited him, he could have killed the two right then without raising a hand, but he’d only have wasted his magic. The two with any fight to them were on death’s door and their only defense was a white mage armed with knives. No, if he maintained appearances then the girl might still be of use to him and the others would die on their own.
Why had he bothered plotting anything at all? He couldn’t have saved these idiots if he’d tried.
I'm Death, I come to take the soul Leave the body and leave it cold
The girl had cast the full cure only for the effects to be less than desirable. The pain shot through both Caius and Vossler felt like hot wires being pushed through their rotting veins, like holy water upon vampire skin, or silver in werewolf's flesh. Hotter, hotter, burning with a absolving power would drive the two men to their knees and eventually to the floor. A warm breeze would fill the chamber as their vision would blur, fade, and go white.
The white would mix with a soft blue as each of them would be visited by the same vision although they would find themselves alone. "I've asked too much," a kind voice spoke even though the words would fill both men's hearts to the weeping point. Their visions would clear as Cosmos stood before them not able to look either in the eye. "Chaos and the Lich, their power is something I should not have asked mortal men to match." She would turn to them and walk closer, every step reverberating in the vision like an angel's voice. Cosmos kneeled before the men brushing the sweat from their brow and relieving their pain if only for the moment. "I could not let those I begged to come die by my ignorance."
Still, she stops her gentle caress and the pain seeps back in agonizing fury. She looks downtrodden, her face full of conflict. "My presence here is waning. I'd hoped to meet you at journey's end, but perhaps I must do what I can now."Cosmos holds out a hand to both Caius and Vossler. "I can bring you back to the state of living, but that is all I can do. Please let me help you although I will not be able to help you in his den." Cosmos's hand stays there awaiting the men's decision.
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As Caius and Vossler had their vision of Cosmos. A soft envelopment of sadness would engulf Rem. Without words it spoke of heartache, but forgiveness. "You did what you thought best." a woman's voice would whisper to her as the men writhed on the floor.
To Kuja, a blue flash of light only he could see would appear before him like a flickering field of dancing light. The breeze he would feel would be reproachful and send goosebumps up his flesh as if he had been dipped in cold purifying ice. "Warrior of Chaos, leave them be. I can not stop you, but I can protect them til their decision made." The voice was hauntingly beautiful unlike the monstrous roar that had summoned him to tower's summit and to this undead land. It sounded of pity and scorn, but it would fade as the flickering veil would remain til Caius and Vossler would return from her realm.
WHAT THE CHOCODUCK WAS REM THINKING?! WHY DID SHE DO THAT?! EVEN IF A VARIANT OF CURE DIDN’T KILL HIM, IT WOULDN’T HAVE MADE HIM ANY LESS GREEN! The glaive was… Well, he was having a bad time, to say the least. His vision was blurred, his senses were going haywire due to the sudden transition from doing okay to dying and in all of that, all he could feel was unyielding rage. Sure he was no saint BUT ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Leaning against the small dragon for some kind of support as he struggled to his feet, the glaive was seething mad and in a moment where he wasn’t thinking -- he would turn toward what he could somewhat see as Rem and charge up a Thunder spell in his hand, his fingers sparking vigorously as if mirroring the seething rage behind those eyes. Somewhere in his delirium he had come to the conclusion that Rem had to have done it on purpose, and was fully intending on killing them. But clarity did eventually win out, and he dropped his hand as he remembered they probably had company up ahead. He could feel them, he could sense them, he could hear them… His vision may have been blurry and his head may have been foggy, but he knew there was undead coming for them. He could hear them, he could hear their footsteps, their slow, bedraggled footsteps in unison from up ahead. Strange how when your other senses shut down, the ones that remain become stronger for it.
Taking what he could of a breath to try and settle down, his breath caught in his mouth and he choked and gagged in turn, moving his head to vomit. It was violent, it was bad, but there wasn’t much he could do.
At least until he realized he couldn’t hear anyone else around him anymore. Nobody except some kind of figure around him, who by his guess was who had called them here. He despised them taking pity on him. He had come of his own choice, he had chosen to come here and had accepted the consequences. He didn’t need pity. He heard something about offering to restore his state, but that she would not be able to help in the den. Or something like that. As vague as it came off in the very much still dying head of Caius, it sounded like she could help now… But they would be on their own later if he did. Caius was in a lot of pain, he knew, and after her hand left him and the pain returned, he was freshly reminded of it. He was sorely tempted to take the deal now. Take the deal now and heal himself and go take the Lich on…
But did they know how to handle a Lich? What if they ended up in a similar situation and he could have saved the others, Rem and Vossler, had he not been so hasty? They could still cure themselves… The spectre had said as much, and Vossler had reminded him of it. But Vossler had earned his respect, in these catacombs and Rem had done that some time ago. And Kuja… Eh. Caius doubted Kuja really cared all that much if they lived or died. But he had no reason to desire to abandon him to die should there be a means to help him either, should it be needed. As much as he wanted to cure himself now… He knew what needed to be done. Even if it hurt, even if he suffered… Even if he had to hold out just a little bit longer… He knew what needed to be done.
Even if he was wrong about just what her words meant. It was a tragedy, and hopefully it was not one that Caius would regret.
Caius would lift his head to look at her, and gave a gentle smile before shaking his head.
“Its okay. The knight said the water was near. We can make it. I know we can.”
That meant they needed to get to the holy water Vossler had mentioned. Or blessed water or whatever it was. Caius drew his blade once more and used it to balance himself as he continued on, looking to Rem, then. He tried his best to summon the strength to speak. It came out, but while it had that business-like tone, his voice was so faded it was clear how foggy things were for him. But he did his best to keep his head throughout.
“If you have any protective spells, anything that can keep the other guy and myself alive for as long as possible, we should be able to fight past whatever’s ahead and hunt for that cure. That should be our top priority… As shit as I feel, I refuse to risk the lot of you against a creature we don’t know much about, nor how strong it is. She called the four of us here for a reason… And I doubt she called all of us because she overestimated the Lich’s power. Two specialists in melee, two in magic… She knew what she was doing. And I can’t get her words that she asked too much out of my head… Most likely… We will need all of us at our full strength to take this thing down. That’s the only reason I can think of. If this… Goddess person or whatever wants it dead and called us all… It is a powerful foe indeed.”
He bowed his head then, to the group. “My apologies that I will be a burden to the lot of you for a little longer. I’ll pay it forward when my strength returns… You have my word on that. No matter what it takes, that Lich goes down.”
He searched what memory he could access for some sort of idea, before it hit him. It took him longer than it normally would have, but he looked to Rem again.
“Vanish. Use it when it appears right. I think that might work out for us here. At the least, it will give the Knight and I more opportunity to strike with less risk.”
Caius did his best to straighten himself once he was standing again, though he had the feeling the offer from the woman was being offered to Vossler as well… He was curious of what he had picked. Caius had interpreted it as a now or later deal, but in hindsight, he wasn’t sure anymore if it meant what he thought it did…
Consequences that Caius would have to live with, he supposed.
Letting out an exhale, Caius tried to calm himself down. His vision improved a little when he focused and he was able to walk without aid again after a few moments more. But that dizzy feeling made it clear his walk would be strained. He just needed to hold out a bit longer.
Whatever status plagued the Dalmascan, it was literally killing him. And from the looks of it, the other warrior was not fairing too well either. Vossler continued to drag himself forward towards their objective, almost catching up to the girl and the mage before he was interrupted by a bright flash.
Vossler's arm rose to shield his eyes, but as his vision cleared he could see that he was now alone with the deity Cosmos. She spoke to him, her words soothing and harmonious. There was a certain peace within them that calmed the distressed knight, at least enough to ease his mind from his inflicted state for the time being.
He had many question, mainly on who she was and why he was brought to Zephon. But in this moment where the others were relying on him and the deity's presence fading, Vossler could only accept or decline her offer. Being human, the knight was imperfect. He wanted to accept the offer. At least then he could be of use to the party once more.
Then again, if the girl knew powerful curative spells, she must also know revival ones. Therefore, even if this status persisted after resurrection, at least then he could be brought back with more stamina than he had right now. It was a difficult decision to make, but Vossler came to the conclusion that he would not waste the opportunity for the deity's aid on his status ailment alone. She would come in handy in the future, even if he might not survive long enough to see it.
"No, I must decline," he responded as firmly as he could. "Your divine intervention will be better utilized in the future. I will not waste such an offer on my helplessness."
A sigh followed with Cosmos's departure. The pain and illness returned to him, as did the presence of the others. He regretted his decision, but stood by it. His final moments on Ivalice were due to his selfishness, but Vossler vowed to not make that mistake again. If he died here, it would be while upholding some honor and dignity. Cosmos would still aid them should he fall.
A glance at Caius revealed that he chose to take the same path as the Dalmascan. That gave some comfort. Rem seemed to have recovered from her slow, while the mage was still in tip-top condition. There was a small bit of envy, but this situation was his own mistake, one that Vossler could not blame on others. It only meant that he would need to be less complacent with his decisions from this moment forward.
"This spirit would not have mentioned the blessed water if it were not down here." It was only an assumption, but he needed to have some faith in something. Caius suggested that Rem use Vanish, which seemed like a good idea. Even if he wasn't familiar with the spell. For now, Vossler would have to rely on the two healthy party members to take care of trouble.
On the bright side, Vossler was too ill and in so much pain to even focus on the dancing woman who was using charm.
Knight-Captain Azelas
Final Fantasy IX
27
YEARS
Agendered
Open
Pansexual
333 POSTS
Fin
Peace is but a shadow of death, desperate to forget its painful past.
Something had changed in the air. No longer did the air chill him to his core. The magic that surrounded them was like a healing wind, and Kuja recoiled from it on instinct. It felt like standing on the edges of an embrace that he would never know. There was something lonely in it and detestable, and for the briefest moment, a vision swam before his eyes shrouded in fog.
A woman. He thought he saw her before him, but it was only a pale blue light. Its magic shimmered with a quiet resolve.
’Warrior of Chaos, leave them be.’ Kuja shuddered. He knew that voice and it filled him with dread. ’I can not stop you, but I can protect them til their decision is made.’
Damn her. Kuja’s eyes went cold as he watched that light and the limp forms beyond it. He couldn’t place that voice even in his deepest memories, but it froze him with a terrible, lovely power all the same. That healing light was not his to take. His hand itched to strike her where she stood.
Kuja crossed his arms as he waited for that light to fade and for whatever decision to be over and done with. In time, the shield flickered and faded, and as the room fell to the shadows once more, the two afflicted stirred to life. They seemed the same as ever though Kuja couldn’t be certain. He eyed them carefully in case they still carried in any divine protection.
”The blessed water?” Kuja echoed. The two spirits had chosen to pierce their minds rather than speak aloud. He wasn’t surprised they’d been granted different words. ”I can’t say for certain, but this looks similar to an ailment on my world that causes a limited undeath.” Kuja stepped towards them, finger thoughtfully at his lips as he eyed them closer. ”I can’t say anything for a ‘blessed water,’ but in my world it was cured with a purifying sigil. I could try to remove it myself, of course, but your condition causes all healing effects to reverse. It might very well kill you.”
Kuja looked up thoughtfully. ”The spectre shared words before it left. A reward for its coin, I believe. It offered to act as a guide through the labyrinth and it mentioned nothing of your cure.” He glanced at their mottled skin and staggering steps with a critical eye. ”I wouldn’t advise going on. The path ahead is certain to be deadly and you would only prove a hindrance.”
Kuja sighed and turned away from, touching at his cheek thoughtfully. ”I’d suggest turning back if you value your lives, but either way.” He raised a hand, drew magic to it, and cast it with a flick of his wrist. He cast in rapid succession and protective magic washed over each of them in turn. ”Protect and shell,” he said before a smirk touched his lips. ”Not that it will do the two of you much good. You stand on the precipice of death after all, and do take mind. The condition that I’m familiar with does not alleviate once you’ve lost consciousness. That which is dead cannot be risen.”
With that, he sauntered towards the open archway. The smell of damp earth met him as he drifted into the graveyard. Kuja squinted into the dull half-light, but shadows enveloped every horizon. Kuja spark a flame in his hand, but the light came muted against the shadows. Ahead. That was the only path to take either now or at the crossroads themselves. He cast a single glance towards the others. As much as he’d have liked to have left them, it wouldn’t be wise to cross a divine entity so blatantly. He would play his cards close to his chest and wait for them to orchestrate their own demise.
He tilted his head and offered them a veiled smile. ”Please,” he said. ”Allow me to lead the way.”
Upon entering, the door shuddered close behind them and a terrible wind took its place. Kuja paused, glancing carefully for danger, before his eyes caught on a human figure. A woman. She flitted through the graves with an almost unnatural grace. Kuja took a step forward before he stopped again. There was magic here. It crept on the wind with the subtle scent of lavender. Kuja felt his mind dull as it called him closer, but he remained rooted in place, grimacing as it caressed his soul.
This was nothing more than another psychic attack. Kuja took another unsteady breath, focused, and repelled it just as he’d learned to mute the Terran voices that had once seized him in their control. In a few moments, his mind cleared again and he became suddenly aware of the woman’s more monstrous features -- a tail, sharpened teeth, and predatory eyes. He also noticed the metallic rattling behind him, and a glance revealed a small battalion of skeletal soldiers advancing on their would-be prey.
Kuja waved a hand, tossing an Esuna at anyone who needed before continuing forward. ”Brief word of advice, don’t look at the woman.”
I'm Death, I come to take the soul Leave the body and leave it cold
As Caius and Vossler would make their descision, Cosmos' already sad demeanor grew sadder washing over the men like cold water. "As you desire," she would simply say as the vision would end and the men would return to a near state of death in their fragile undeath. Still, the party seemed to press their luck to the breaking point as the foursome would enter into the necropolis.
Having been ignored by both Kuja and Vossler, the succubus screeched an earsplitting scream as she floated in front of the party. A group of ten bats came at her beckoning diving towards the party their teeth gnashing and ready to sap their vitality and give it to their mistress. As the bats would come, the Succubus herself would begin to cast Thundara as her hands worked to conjure up the electricity in them. Still, the clinking of the skeletal army grew ever closer from the other three directions threatening to box the quartet in.
As the crossroad would come ever nearer, the phantom would appear to Kuja once more. "Salvation to the left but at a price. To the right a demon of might but an offering of great reward. Ahead your missions end, descend the mausoleum's staircase and beware the Lich's last defense." The phantom would disappear as quickly as he came with his cryptic words.
There was no Zombie status in the world she came from, so how was she supposed to know that the attempt she’d done would bring two of their companions to near death?
Death—wait a second, death?!
The notion of death wasn’t a new one to Rem—in fact it was one she feared in her home world. The reason why she feared it, at least until recently, was the fact that once someone died, no matter how close her connection was to the person, she wouldn’t remember them. Well, that was until the world she was living in came to a close and she and Machina were revived to carry on the memories of Class Zero as they went on to live in a future without the light of the four Crystals.
…but that was back then, and this was now.
She could only cover her hands to her mouth in shock as the two men—rather than recovering, began writhing in pain—hell, she knew that Caius was screaming all manner of what she guessed was profanity right at him. Only Nine had a mouth worse than that, to be honest!
She thought she heard a voice in her head, but due to the regret that was wracking her she’d missed everything that the spectral being was trying to tell her. Now that they were shunted forward, there was another—creature, she didn’t know how to call it—and it was now summoning up a spell she recognized all too well.
“I—I don’t think that’s going to be a good idea, Caius,” she said quietly. “May I—may I borrow Vordun for a while?” she asks the other. Whether or not he would agree, she then walked up beside the man’s companion, looking over at the incoming creature who wanted to attack them.
“Vordun. Breathe fire in that direction!” she calls out, pulling out her daggers and pointing it at the ghastly woman. For she was a girl, the glamor—did it really work on her? She supposed that the glamor was only going to work on men. She could see the creature clearly in all its ugly glory.
Concentrating, she held her daggers out in front of her, casting a party-wide Shellga that would protect herself and the two others. She knew that the pretty man had magic of his own, and that he would be able to deal with that just fine. A few moments later, she concentrated, and then brought down another Seraphim Strike, trying to aim it right at the woman who was summoning up the Thundara spell.
A few moments later, she remembered that there were bats—and quickly launched a Dagger Boomerang attack, trying to cut down the bats and hopefully prevent them from attacking the party.
If she was going to make up for the mistake from earlier, she would do so now, taking the lead in the fight!
