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Once the debris stilled, Kuja was left breathing heavily, his hair disheveled and out of place. The two swordsman had left -- intelligent enough, they shouldn’t have come in the first place -- but the shadow of the girl remained. His eyes cooled on her. If they were alone then that meant there would be no witnesses.
Disbelief sharpened her voice as she stared at something on the ground. The wraith. It was dead at least, and mangled at that. Whatever she had cast had ripped it apart and left nothing but a shattered husk. Beside that was a scattered pile of dust and debris. A wet one lined with pieces of tarnished porcelain.
The cure. Well, that simplified matters.
An icy chill seized the room, and Kuja braced himself against it as the second wraith materialized from the shadow. The idiot girl hadn't even managed them both. His protections were already so strong that the spell did little to pierce them, but even so, he felt his fingers curl at the damage he had already sustained. A curaga would do it, yes, but what a waste that would be, and a needless one at that. He raised a hand and cast Thundara twice in rapid succession.
Even with the muffling effects of the surrounding stone, he didn’t dare cast a third level spell at its full strength. Instead, he kept it muted and focused. For the first spell at least. The second struck between the wraith and the girl, spreading its crackling light to both of them equally. A slip of his hand. Nothing but collateral damage. Except…
The magic sparked against her and redirected back at him. Kuja’s eyes widened as his own spell struck him instead. Once again, his magic muted the blow, but by the time it had run its course, murder coursed through him hotter than any electric current. Reflect. She’d cast reflect. There was no telltale red sparkle about her; nothing at all to indicate her defenses except the results. His palm itched with a spell that would come easily now. Flare Star. Reflect was useless against it, and yet…
And yet that would lead to the same downfall as her winds. In fact, he very much suspected it would bring the whole mausoleum down on them. There was no use acting on impulses.
He readied his hand to catch the last basin in a telekinetic hold. With that done, he pulled it back to himself where it floated beside him in the grasp of his blue-violet magic. He could not hide the rage that simmered in his eyes. There was no use for sharp words. No use for raised voices. There was only a choice.
Her defenses would fall easily to a simple dispel. Dare he attack her outright? There were no witnesses. He was certain to win if it came to it, and yet, such a provocation could only weaken him further, and if she escaped then that would be the end of it.
The others would turn against him -- not that it mattered much. They were both at death’s door, and should they heft their blades against him, he could deal with him easily. Really, it would be best to smash the basin himself if she managed to slip away, but that would lose him his promised pawn. Was the damage he would sustain worth the dangers of keeping such a liability at his back?
In the end, he came to a swift conclusion. No. Forthright violence had never been his way. Instead, he spoke.
”My, what a performance. I’d dare say it deserves a standing ovation.” He shoved his hair over his shoulder, trying his best to ignore the tangles that plagued it. He would deal with them later. ”But it seems you’ve made something of a mess, and here I stand with their last hope of survival. For one of them at least. For the other, certain death.”
He turned to her, the laughter dead in his eyes. ”You will go your own way. Taking the right path, perhaps?” Kuja brought the basin before him and trailed a sharpened nail along its rim. The message was clear. He could do what he wished with it before she had any chance to stop him. ”I will suggest splitting our efforts at the crossroads, and you will agree. Unless you wish to see them die? Their lives lie in your hands.”
He touched at his mouth and laughed quietly again. His shoulders trembled with the effort of muffling it. ”The choice is yours. I’d make it quickly.”
For one thing, alarm bells started going off in her head the moment the other basin was in his hands. The pretty man’s hands.
Rem didn’t know why, but there was something extremely unsettling about the way this…this man did things. Like it made her skin crawl. Squinting at the basin, she hung onto her dagger blades and stared at the other.
“I’m getting uncertain vibes from you,” she began quietly, now that they were down to one jug of water. “You know we would need a full party of four to reasonably take on the Lich. If you’re suggesting what I think you are—“ she trailed off, catching herself before she outright called him a schemer, she then cleared her throat and tried to rearrange her thoughts.
He’s trying to coerce me into blackmail! I’ve seen this before, back on Orience! she thought angrily, and for a moment she bit her lip. She didn’t like the way the Militesi had utilized blackmail to superb efficiency, very nearly bringing an entire world down onto its knees with the way they were manipulative towards the other nations—but especially to the Dominion, her home.
And here it was again—albeit in a different form.
Pointing her dagger at him first, then the jar, she gathers her thoughts before finally speaking up.
“I don’t like this business of leaving someone to die. That doesn’t sit right with me. I know you have an arsenal of magic yet you refuse to use it. We split the contents of the jar. Equally. Between them both,” she says in a level, steady tone.
Seeing Vossler in this state made Caius realize just how... Well, used to this, that he was. He had managed to stop the projectile vomit for the time being, and had been able to focus and use his abilities as efficiently as he could in this state. Caius hadn't really thought of just how difficult an undertaking this was until he saw the effects of their condition on Vossler. Or perhaps he was just air sick? That thought occurred to him too as Vossler dry heaved. For Caius, the Warp Strike was a typical part of the routine no matter what condition he was in. He'd gotten over the initial airsickness years ago. But for Vossler who wouldn't be so used to it... Oof. That made him feel guilty. But he knew he couldn't have risked it either.
But seeing Vossler in this state was a terrifying realization of just how "used to" a state near death Caius was. It was a hard slap in the face of reality as to what he had been through, and just how much of his life he had spent like this. Granted, that didn't mean he was infallible either and deep down he knew that. He knew eventually he would topple. The more he dwelled on the topic though, the heavier he felt his body getting and he pushed it out of his mind so that he might hold on for as long as possible. But that was a difficult thing, and one that became all the more difficult as Kuja and Rem took what felt like forever in the room.
Too much time spent idle brought Caius to lean against the wall, sitting down on the floor as he found himself just staring at his hands, struggling to stay awake. The adrenaline had begun to leave him. He'd waited too long. He felt weak, helpless... Doomed to flounder about until he was perhaps put out of his misery. In so many cases, the shoe had been on the other foot, it had been he who cut them down, and ended their one-track mind. Now... After what had transpired earlier, he saw the world through their eyes. Was this what the specter had intended? For him to truly feel as though he were one of the undead? Was this what they went through? One-track minded hobbling like this toward some sort of purpose, until someone decided to end their life once more? Was this the level of pain they went through, even after death? And to feel so... Hopeless? He honestly didn't trust the two to return with the basins. He could still hear something going on down the hall, so he knew they were alive. But he had begun to trust the two of them less and less the more this had gone on. So most likely, in his mind... He had no hope. No way forward. Kind of like the undead that the specter felt he had disrespected. Even if on accident, he had seen their form, their state... And just assumed there was nothing behind those eyes but a monster. Not what existed or existed once.
Funny, that.
He started to chuckle, louder by the moment. Perhaps Vossler would think he had gone mad, but in truth, something had just hit him.
"Hahahaha... Ahahahaha... Your point is made" He spoke in a whisper, his voice weak enough to the point odds were Vossler wouldn't even hear him. "To learn to respect the undead by sharing their woes, their burdens. I think I understand" He'd admit as he fished something out of his pocket -- the coin he'd taken earlier after being cursed. "I'd hoped to see you once more to do what I could not before, hoping perhaps you would remove this curse from me if I did -- but that doesn't seem to be happening. I don't even know if you exist any longer. But if you do... Whether it's now, or later... Just take the damned thing" He whispered as he placed the coin down. "I don't even care if I retain this curse any longer. I'll find a way to manage, even if they can't bring the basins back.
Now that I see the disrespect I have wrought... Honor alone dictates that I right this wrong."
With that, he laid his head back against the wall. If adrenaline wouldn't sustain him for the time being, the least he could do was rest his tired, rotted body. He needed to begin to plan for the possibility he would need to forge ahead even with this condition. If they brought the basins back? All the better. Caius yearned dearly to fight the Lich with full strength. Every aching desire made him resent his position more and more. Caius lived for a good fight. Caius lived for that thrill... This was not that. If he was stuck like this... This was a time where he had to do everything in his power to survive... For he wasn't leaving until that Lich was dead. Zombie or no Zombie.
He would find a way. One way, or another.
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Peace is but a shadow of death, desperate to forget its painful past.
She responded. Beautifully. Kuja could hardly control his laughter behind the back of his hand. ’I’m getting uncertain vibes from you?’ This girl had to be one of the stupidest sentient beings he’d ever met. After threatening their lives, could he perhaps have had malicious intent? Her conclusions were uncertain.
Kuja crossed his arms, tilting his head to consider her. There was that absurd accusation again -- that he refused to use his magic. He had no idea where it had come from. As it stood, he’d cast two flares, one aero, and had weathered her destruction so he could finish off the last spectre while he was at it. If she was still bitter that he’d conserved his magic against packs of undead dogs then she had to be pettier than he was.
”Tell me, who was it that brought them to death’s door? Who was it that nearly engulfed them in gale winds? If you wish them both dead then I’d say congratulations are in order. You’ve done far more than the Lich could have ever dreamed.”
His magic danced before him in flickering sparks of red and blue. It held the basin in the grasp of a delicate hand. It would be so easy to let it fall.
”Their conditions are beyond half-measures. One will take all or they’ll both die. And who was it that lost the other antidote? If you’re to blame anyone then look in a mirror.” Kuja smirked and flipped his hair over his shoulder. ”I’d rather not babysit a dead man, and I’d do better without an idiot at my back. You say we need four? The two of you are dead weight.”
Kuja brought the basin to the side opposite her and started out the door, pausing to glance at her over his shoulder. ”Say a word of this and you’ll lose my magic. I dare say you’ll need it.” He continued on without waiting for her response. He had better uses of his time than trading insults with a moron.
He emerged looking worse for wear. His hair was in tangles. His skin was bruised where the debris had struck him, and he noted with displeasure that the dust had stained his sleeves. Still, he supposed that would give him an almost relatable look as he approached the two on the verge of death. Perhaps they would even see him as their savior.
”The other cure is broken,” he said, a slight scowl at his lips. ”Lost to the winds. I captured the other, but it’s only enough for one. If I might make a suggestion, I’d recommend it go to the one who can’t rely on a dragon.” Kuja waved his hand forward and brought the basin drifting to the knight’s side. It would be their decision (and their lives at stake), but he could sway them to his liking.
”There are two evils in this tomb -- the greater and the lesser. To put it bluntly, confronting the Lich in your condition will only lead to your death and our distraction. One of you would be worse than useless, and the girl…”
He smirked faintly. ”We’ve seen her uses. I hadn’t cared much for ridding this place of both threats, but if it’s better that two not follow along then why not try? It’s better than waiting behind at any rate.”
[attr="class","rem4"]Notes: she ain't gonna stand for this!
“You dare?”
Something similar of this sort had already happened back on her home world—when they were framed for a crime they hadn’t even committed. It just so happened they were conveniently located at the place the time the ‘murder’ had happened and they all had to make a run for it.
What made that even worse was the fact that they couldn’t even remember who the person was—at least, not until the very end. That end, where all the others died; where only she and Machina remained to remember everything.
“How…how dare you,” she hissed, quickly attempting to intercept the jug. “While Caius may have a companion of his own—what dragon do you speak of—I’ve seen him handle himself. And besides, once they’re both cured of this…whatever you call this I can heal them back up. That’s plain and simple blackmail right there,” she added.
And I was right not to trust you, she quietly adds to herself in her mind.
“You may have the offensive magicks, but I can heal them back up. How was I supposed to know that this…this unknown affliction doesn’t exist in my home world? I’ve mainly dealt with humans. Fellow humans that were intent on conquering our Dominion… but we won out in the end. You wouldn’t understand.”
Looking at the jug, she squints at him suspiciously.
“I don’t like your blackmail. They split this, otherwise I’m telling them every single thing you said.”
They had given Caius a fair bit of time while they had been fighting the monsters - and each other. Time to rest, time to think. Time to consider his condition and what to do with it. When Kuja returned, Caius opened his eyes slowly, with Vordun having curled up at his side. He still looked fairly terrible, but his breathing had steadied a bit and he could understand what Kuja was saying a bit better compared to before. It wasn't much of an improvement, but it was something. Though even with his eyes shut, he hadn't been able to entirely fall asleep or enter a full state of rest, for his mind was still running. He didn't know if he could have stopped himself if he wanted to with the adrenaline running through him. Being so close to death like this had become something he was accustomed to, and his body had begun to behave in ways he couldn't control or predict. He regretted a bit that he hadn't been able to sleep a little. He felt horribly tired, and like he could fall over at any moment. But his gaze moved to the basin, noting there wasn't another. And then Kuja spoke the words he had figured were about to come out of his mouth. One of them had been shattered. He supposed he wasn't all that surprised at that after Rem's tornado incident. Apparently, the basin was only enough for one. Which meant they had to choose.
And Kuja immediately began to gravitate toward Vossler.
He was very, very quick to suggest Vossler, on the basis of Caius having Vordun to rely on. It wasn't a hard conclusion to come to, though without knowing much about Vossler, it was a bit early to decide as well. Then Kuja began to talk about something about two threats, and then...
Told him to stay behind.
If Kuja felt Vossler should take it because Caius could handle himself due to Vordun, then why then turn around and say he shouldn't follow because of his condition? The contradiction hit Caius like a truck, and he squinted a bit. It became very clear to him that he wanted Caius out of the picture, for one reason or another. But why? Didn't he and Vossler want to kill the Lich as well? Why almost completely destroy their chances?
While he couldn't verify his intentions, Caius had already decided that he was on his own. But he knew better than to act out now. Instead, he decided to play along, see how things went. But then Rem finally returned, yammering something so loudly and abrasively that Caius placed a hand on the side of his head and shot her a glare in irritation. He didn't catch much of it, but he knew he had best calm the situation while that basin was still up in the air.
"Alright, enough. First up, Rem, respectfully shut the hell up for a minute. This headache is bad enough as it is without your screaming" He remarked, as he summoned his sword and used it to help himself to his feet. "We'll cover whatever is on your mind in a minute. We have a decision to make with the basin, and I'd rather deal with it before something shows up and potentially ruins the chance to better our odds."
He looked first to Kuja and Rem, and nodded his head. "First of all, thank you for procuring the basin" He spoke, then looked to Vossler with sharp eyes. "You, if I may ask. Can you give an overview of your abilities? It might be a good idea to decipher who would be best suited with the basin and make a decision from there. We may be able to figure out something efficient that would benefit the entire party, even allow the undead member to have use depending on what's on the table. I'd rather not underestimate the Lich, and worst case scenario... We overestimate it, it goes down quickly, and we get to go home."
Caius didn't bother to entertain the notion of splitting up the party. It wouldn't benefit anybody as far as survival went. There was still a maze to navigate to leave, and the undead and wounded member wouldn't be able to exit easily. Better to kill the Lich quickly and be cured.
Besides, everyone here understood what they were getting themselves into.
If Vossler could say that things could not get any worse, he would be extremely disappointed. He was still reeling from being teleported out of the building with Caius and even though his stomach had nothing left to regurgitate, it would still try. On top of that, being so close to death's door began to interfere with his senses. His vision randomly blurred and his hearing would occasionally become muffled with a high pitched ringing that came and went at random. And he could not forget about that smell. With the zombie status inflicted on him, the Dalmascan began to smell more and more like a rotting ghoul. Time was certainly running out.
When Vossler was able to get his bearing, the two mages returned from their battle. Kuja spoke first, although some of the conversation was still muffled despite standing only a few feet away from them. When his vision cleared, Vossler could see that Kuja had certainly gone through with his half of the bargain. But the girl said something about splitting the contents.
"Split the vial?" Vossler repeated Rem's statement from his daze like state. "For the cure of any ailment to work, a proper dosage must be consumed. Splitting it will not only render its potency as useless, but it also makes our efforts to recover it for naught." Having seen the girl's abilities down here, the Dalmascan was irate because that she did not seem to know how curative items functioned.
"Please forgive my irritation, but you are not the one who's life depends on this cure. In fact--" He managed to catch himself from falling over, using his large sword as a crutch like Caius had been. His verbal attack continued once he regained his footing. "--You are the one who has worsened this situation. Twice."
There was so much pain going through the knight's body. If he did not find a means of ending it soon, Vossler was sure that he would not make it out of this dungeon alive. Desperation began to seep in. He had been a knight in the past, sworn to protect the innocent and uphold justice. Yet, here he was in a situation where he chose self-preservation. Again.
"My only mistake in this expedition was following your lead by drawing my blade at the gate keeper," he said with his eyes darting back at younger Caius in response. "If I was not in such a crippling state, surely I would be capable of counting the errors made by the both of you. This is not a matter of ability, but experience and wisdom."
After angrily staggering over towards Kuja's side, Vossler took cure. "I will not lose my life to a constant procession of incompetence." With his feelings finally out on the field and party divisions now drawn, he removed the seal and drank his salvation.
Knight-Captain Azelas
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Peace is but a shadow of death, desperate to forget its painful past.
The girl spoke. She spoke of schemes and deceit with an oh so righteous conviction. Kuja smirked to himself, waiting for her to finish. Had she thought him to be bluffing? Or did her petty sense of morality supercede intelligence? Either way, Kuja felt laughter rising to his lips. His magic tensed around the basin -- waiting for a snap of his fingers and its own destruction.
And yet the others seemed unphased. Even the idiot dragonkeeper chose to chide the girl rather than him. In fact, he continued as if she’d hardly spoken at all, and Kuja paused at his forward thinking, swirling his magic idly between his fingertips. Had he misjudged the situation? Perhaps. But how satisfying it would be to watch the betrayal in their eyes. His mood had fouled. His body -- weathered. He weighed his choice on a fickle scale.
Then the knight straightened.
Or rather, he tried to straighten. In his condition, he merely shoved himself upright on his sword, and that faux attempt at dignity twitched at the edge of Kuja’s lips. Still, it was safe to say that the knight had had enough. He agreed with Kuja’s judgement. He turned on both the idiot dragonkeeper and the idiot girl alike. And then he claimed the basin for himself.
Kuja didn’t stop him. In fact, he merely tilted his head and watched in idle interest as the knight seized his cure and swallowed heavily. The magic shifted almost instantaneously. The man’s flesh was restored. The strange green haze lifted. The life returned to his eyes, and as the curse was finally lifted, Kuja could no longer contain his laughter. What a kind twist of fate.
”And so the chosen hero takes the stage.” Kuja smiled at the other two over the back of his hand. ”Do stay out of our way, won’t you? If you so desire death, I’ll happily grant your wish.” He laughed softly and started forward, casting a spell over his shoulder with a careless wave. Cura. It enveloped the knight like a healing wind. With their advantage in mobility, it wasn’t hard to outpace the others.
”Shall the knight not take the lead? Such a chivalrous role though perhaps not quite as honorable as it might seem.” A smirk pricked at his lips. ”There's little point to valor.”
The journey back was uncharacteristically tolerable. Perhaps they had cleared this place of nuisances or perhaps the Lich’s forces were only biding their time. Regardless, Kuja hardly complained as they met the crossroads once again. He started towards their chosen direction without hesitation. He wished this done and over with.
They came to a set of gates in short measure. Or rather, a tunnel leading between them. It was quaint and unassuming and so very out of place, and yet a darkness lurked cold within it. Kuja glanced at the knight and smiled. ”Shall we announce ourselves?”
I'm Death, I come to take the soul Leave the body and leave it cold
They came although scattered, The Lichgate seems innocuous enough but they feel of dread cold nothingness seeps from it like nothing any of them had sensed in the catacombs before. The phantom appears before Kuja once more before he crosses the threshold. "I dare not even cross this threshold," it warned blinking in and out of exsistince. "The Lich is here and not." The voice cuts off as the gates open of their own accord and the phantom vanishes in a the beat of a heart. The gate hums as it begins to glow in a sickly green beckoning Kuja and Vossler forward. The jounrey lasts but a minute before they are greeted by their new surroundings.
The room is circular. As they cross the threshold, their feet sink into bones that litter the entirety of the area. The room is spacious and the ceiling is higher than would be expected. Against the far wall, four torches hang. One blazes blue; another red. It begins to illuminate a mural of crystal. At the top a demonic visage sits next to one of a quaint and peaceful woman. Beneath them four crystals of varying hues are etched into the wall. Beneath them visages of monster, the only one visible is that of a hellish skull. It hums in disgusting green tones as the duo stir the spirits that are trapped here. And yet the room remains still.
Although it takes time, Rem and Caius enter the gate and the remaining two torches flare in blue. The mural flashes in horrific emerald tones as a rattling begins. The bones that litter the floor rumble and shake as the latter couple enter the arena. The rest of the mural begins to fade as the visage of the skull becomes more and more apparent. The bones begin to rise and swirl in a violent whirlwind. Anyone in their path would be struck by their viscous call to reunite. To Caius, Vossler, and Rem a voice calls "Her warriors." A raspy draw of breath at death's door after. "Her light can not reach you here." To Kuja, "His agent. You've arrived, alone. Still you know they can not best us." A violent force rips Kuja and Vossler apart. Kuja protected in a pulse of red light as he is thrown ,but Vossler left to be helped by his companions as he flies through the air course for the duo.
The bones swirl and stir and begin to build. Quickly they crack and break to fit a mold of a something vaguly human as the Lich begins to appear. It stands a good twelve feet tall as magic drapes the skeletal monstrosity in a cloak it's bone structure accentuated by horns. Its breath the very definition of miasma. "I grow tired of this world. Destroy them. Let the world rot and turn to naught as is his will." It sounded to Kuja as it turned to the trio of Cosmo's warriors. "Be Doomed to nothingness," the Lich warned as he sent the named spell towards Vossler and Rem and the dragon. The third warrior was different. He smelled too much of his own essence to be noticed.
[attr="class","rem4"]Notes: she hates knights now. Thanks Vossler
After what she’d witnessed?
Rem wasn’t so sure she liked how a ‘knight’ defined themselves. She knew that they were supposed to be paragons of virtue, of holiness, of those who would lay down their lives for their lieges to save them from untimely death—but, wow.
What the actual—?
She was creeped out—no, the proper term would be disgusted—at what the other man had done. Downing the entire contents of the jar without even leaving a sip for Caius? How could—how could one stand being such a… she’d actually run out of words to describe the situation. Letting the two walk on far, far ahead of them she hung back with Caius to talk about a few things.
One of them, they’d agreed she’d do the moment they saw what they were going to be dealing with. Hopefully.
While it was painfully slow going—she’d even suggested to the other if he could ride Vordun to make this quicker, but that wasn’t going to be possible because of the other’s size at the moment—they eventually made it across the threshold where the other two had gone.
There was nothing for it now. All, or nothing.
The moment everything came clear, her prickling instincts screamed at her to get out of the way of the incoming body (not knowing it was Vossler) before the strange being had spoken something about nothingness in her direction—what was that spell that had affected her? Whatever it was, she knew it was nothing good. For some strange reason, though, it didn’t hit Caius. Turning to face the blonde and the creature, she nods.
Quickly casting Reraise II on Vordun and herself, she completely ignores Vossler, before turning to Caius and sighing. “I—I can’t risk it on you, I’m sorry,” she says while biting her lip. Once she’s done this, a Shellga over herself, Caius and Vordun envelops them—she can’t risk a Reflect because it would mean her healing spells wouldn’t hit herself and the other. But maybe there was something on this?
She waits for Caius’s signal, to do what they’d agreed on. With a determined nod, she then turns to face the skeletal being before pointing her daggers at it.
“Begone,” and with that she concentrates, before throwing a Full Cure II right on the skeletal being.
