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She watched as the crimson and silver metals of her shuriken shifted from its normal gleam in the lit cavern to a strong glimmering of supernatural light. Her feet skid along the smooth surface as she came to a grinding halt, just out of reach of the tentacles. When she looked up, the tentacles writhed on the ground before dispersing into inky clouds returning to its source. Her newly imbued shuriken returned to her hand as if she had caught the sun itself. Reach for the stars, as they say. She placed a hand over her heart as this strange new sensation enter her blood and spread throughout every fiber of her being.
‘I won’t let you down.’ She told the entity connected with her. It was a promise a Turk made and did everything possible to keep.
But she had no time to sit and ponder. Straightening her posture, she aloofly watched as darkness exploded around her. She braced for impact, but there was none. Was it simply trying to contain her? Then she would be the flame that could not be smothered by darkness. She shoved Rekka into the cracks of the bricks and closed her eyes. She held her hands out in front of her as if weaving the aether herself. The fire materia on her glove lit up brightly as streams of red-orange flames twined over her wrist. She entwined the whispering of the arcane knowledge of the Ancients with the flowing divine power of the connected entity into a brilliant sphere of holy fire.
She brought the fusion above her head. It formed into a halo-shape above her head before dispersing into all directions at the corrupted magic around her. Without missing a beat, she pried her shuriken from the ground and made to barrel through flame and corruption around her. Her shuriken ripped through the shreds. She prepared for the burning and stings to occur as she rolled to put out the flames. Coming to a kneeling stop, she pointed her shuriken at it. “Is that all you got?”
She looked over her shoulder to see Amalia walking. Her eyes were on the crystal and not the shadow, sword in hand. The shadows efforts seemed to be talking to her. “Amalia!” Cissnei was trying to grab her attention. “Don’t let this THING seduce you!” Still recovering from this new power and barreling through corrupted energy, she looked to Arc. Hoping he would be fast enough to act to stop her. Otherwise, Cissnei was prepared to fight both the shadow and Amalia.
I've been screaming out a language that I never knew EXISTED before
Ashe waited for the response of the Occuria as she moved ever closer to the crystal. The Rozzarian and Arcadian fleets loomed ever closer as they began their loudly announced descent towards the skyline of Rabanastre. Ashe looked up at the fleets and wondered what they were doing. Dalmasca was just a battlefield for them. Unless they planned to land and battle on foot, which would be foolish and time consuming, their looming ever closer made no sense. The anxious twisting of her stomach continued though as she looked at the city she loved, its destruction so imminent. Her people...... where were her people? The street was empty save her and the shadowed beings. Wouldn't there be mass panic over the battle above?
Her questions were only met with half answers as their voices echoed through the empty street. Ashe's eyes narrowed on the beings as she clutched the Treaty Blade surely in her hands. No. These were not the Occuria with their prolific way of speech. These things were needy and wanted something from her. And there was no vision of Rasler to help her with her decision. How many times had he appeared by her side when she needed guidance like when she was unable to bring herself to destroy the Dawn Shard.
Ashe turned her gaze back to the crystal. She could feel the promise of power pulsating from it, and her mind was made up. She would do all she could to save Dalmasca, her home, her birthright. She would find a way to save them all or die trying.The real Dalmasca though. Another voice seemed to be calling to her, but she could not hear their words. Ashe closed her eyes and thought her decision over once more. Ashe rose the Treaty Blade and with a fast sprint sunk the blade into the shadowed congregation.
His attempt at maybe finding some kind of weakness resulted in little. Again weak against holy magic, a magic none of them apparently had from the last time he had tried to ask the others. Arc wasn't sure if there was anything he could do with the strange shadow, perhaps attack it. Considering how little the study gave, it appeared to be very powerful. Instead he put his focus on Amalia for now.
Seeing Amalia rise and take her blade, Arc took mainly notice of the eyes. What is going on? The amulet he was carrying actually bothered him now as it was burning his hand, with a shout of pain he tossed it away towards one of the walls as he waved his hand rapidly from the heat. "Not good," he looked from Cissnei dealing with the shadow to Amalia.
Since something appeared to be possessing Amalia and she wasn't paying attention to him, Arc started to cast a new spell as he aimed a Sleep spell at her as blue lights surrounded her. He didn't have any kind of paralyzing effects, so sleep would have to go for now. It didn't seem the Esuna had done anything before, but he hadn't expected it to be able to remove possession, which was a very different kind of thing.
Turning to Cissnei's fight afterward, Arc wasn't sure if she was winning or not, but instead he focused another spell. This time he cast Mini at the shadow in an attempt to try and making the shadowy being tiny and perhaps weaker for them to handle. The shadow would be engulfed momentarily in a brown and green sphere in an attempt to make it tiny. If it succeeded, its physical powers would all be reset to one, meaning it'd lose all physical power.
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The shadowed figures don’t resist as the drives her blade into them. In fact, they disperse as the once populated city bursts into clouds of smoke. Left behind there is only a rocky outcropping, dimly lit in the glow of the crystal. It remains in place with its own air of peace. The figures, however, do not. One by one, they dissipate and flee into the shadows -- all except for two.
The one she drove her blade towards shirks away but does not shatter. Farther from her, the second flickers as it moves, flitting one way and then the other as though rolling across the ground. The shadows at her feet rise into a thick black fog that grasps at her ankles. It gathers at the remaining two figures and threatens to burst.
The corruption flares around Cissnei, gathering around as though to engulf her. Still, it is no match for her holy fire. Between the divine light and that of the flames, it shatters before her. The light itself rips it apart and casts back into a dull mist along the floor. Still, it grasps at Cissnei like a thousand hands seeking to restrain and tear apart. They slink after her as she escapes their prison, gathering enough of itself to form one thin tendril that seizes her ankle in a hard grasp.
Ashe wavers at the sleep spell, but doesn’t fall. The shadows do not shrink at Arc’s magic. The amulet flares in its holy light as it skitters across the ground. Where it lands, the shadows burn away and do not fill in the space left behind. It blares like a beacon in the darkness.
Ashe slows to a stop, eyes closed. After a moment, she raises her blade and dashes towards Arc instead, swinging hard without hesitation.
She was distracted at the sight of Amalia heading for Arc. But it was in that moment of distraction that the shadow grabbed her firmly by the ankle. The surprise and sudden tension were enough to pull her leg out from under her. She fell prone, a soft ‘oof’ escaping her lips. The shuriken scattered across the ground in the movement. It took another second to recover, trying to shake the daze.
With a growl, she propped herself up with an arm. Her other arm reached down at the shadowy tendril, and she let a smaller burst of holy fire snake down her fingertips and into her captor. She watched as it burst into smoke at her touch, though there was still the residual feeling of icy cold on her ankle. Free at last, she turned to see where Arc tossed the amulet. Seeing it was flaring with holy power, she shoved herself up to her feet. She bolted for the amulet, knowing there was a reason it was shining bright. She could only guess the meaning, and hoped she guessed right.
Finger tips scraped across the ground as she pulled the amulet up by its cord. She had a decision to make. Her eyes turned to Amalia and Arc. Would it help Amalia be free of this possession? Her eyes turned to the corrupted amulet. Would it be enough to drive the shadow from the crystal? The voice told her not to touch it...but now that the shadow was preoccupied now was the time to drive it out?
She could only hope she was guessing right.
Trusting Arc with handling Amalia, Cissnei bolted for the crystal. Her arm was outstretched to touch the amulet to the tainted crystal. She tried to clear and focus her mine, then channel her energy through it much like she did with the materia.
I've been screaming out a language that I never knew EXISTED before
Her blade should have connected, but as Ashe swung the Treaty Blade into the shadowed crowd they vanished as did the city around her. Although she knew it only to be an illusion her heart ached as the familiar streets vanished from sight only to be replaced by a rocky cliff side. She swore as the shadows skittered away from her. She would try to press on but found she was rooted to the spot by a gaggle of shadows clawing at her feet. Ashe cut away at the whisps kicking at the rest as she broke free from their grasp.
After freeing herself, she looked around. Two shadows remained: one stagnent and waiting, and the other flitting about as if in dance or combat. She narrowed her eyes on the one standing relatively still. She rushed forward in a sprint her sword held high ready to bring it down upon her foe when she diverted from course last moment. Taking out the moving target was her best opportunity for the moment. Ashe tried to pinpoint the location of where the shadow would appear and swung her blade. Only to met with air as the shadow disappeared once more.
Ashe was tired of this charade at the hands of devils. "Are you an esper?" she yelled in anger but something felt off. The place didn't feel of intense Mist or at all. She stopped and started assessing the situation at hand. The two shadows still danced around in the ethereal light of the crystal. The crystal. Had they not wanted her to destroy it? Was it that that would banish the shadow with its light? Reaching deep into her soul she sent a Blizzard spell at both shadows as she ran for Crystal jumping to grasp it in her hand once more holding it out against the shadows.
As he tried his spells, it appeared they did practically nothing. Neither the sleeping spell nor the shrinking spell had worked. His study spell had brought nothing, attempts at curing ailments didn't do anything. Honestly, Arc started to wonder if he even had anything at all that was helpful. It didn't seem to be the case at least.
After having thrown away the amulet Arc did note the light it was radiating and the shadows disappearing there. Is that what it was for? to be honest, he doubted it was even useful in the first place. The monk had been wanting him to take it, so he had thought several times of throwing it away. Apparently it had its uses after all then? Though, before he could bother going after the amulet again, figure out a way to take it without burning himself, it appeared that the possessed Amalia had decided he was a better target for whatever she was up to.
Surprised at the blade coming down upon him, he started to move back even as his Protect spell lessened the blow against him. Arc had taken his physical hits during his time, but it still stinged a lot whenever he got hit as he stumbled backwards and raised his arms in an attempt to use some actual offensive magic. He tried to use Aeroga as winds blew in the fashion of a storm in an attempt to push Amalia away and perhaps launch her a bit back away.
The air magic spells were practically his best offensive magic, although he didn't want to immediately start with the top tier spells. Honestly from the journey thus far, he didn't really know what power to expect from his allies, but at least he had a lot of healing ready if anyone ended up hurt.
Trying to focus on the amulet again, it appeared that Cissnei had decided to go after it instead. Looking back at Amalia, he wondered what else he could use, perhaps Toad, but all the other spells had failed thus far, so he didn't really know if it was useful at all. Instead he opted to use Blind as sparks surrounded Amalia to create a smoke in an attempt to blind her. Perhaps taking away sight would work and actually improve this a little. Once she was out of this possession, he could start focusing on other things.
Ashe’s sword strikes Arc with a blunted clink of metal against magic. Still, the blow thrusts him backwards as he readies his spell. Aeroga. Gale winds erupt from Ashe’s feet, blowing her aside in a dizzying cyclone. She feels it within her dreams -- magic forming at the shadow’s fingertips then forces tossing her first one way and then the next. It dizzies her as she casts spells of her own. Ice cracks in Arc’s face, chilling and disorienting though it does little else against his defenses. The telltale shadows of a Blind spell shroud Ashe’s eyes, but they do not affect her mind's eye as she starts into a disoriented run towards the crystal -- still unbalanced by the wind.
The same frosted spell strikes Cissnei as she dashes forward. With less of an elemental defense as her mage ally, this stuns her just long enough for Ashe to gain ground. Disoriented and numb, they both reach the crystal at the same time.
Darkness shoots through Ashe’s veins like an electric current. It burns hard and sharp cold through her blood and she is rooted in place as the darkness overtakes her in a thickening cloud. The evil magic is palpable. It cracks around her like black lightning threatening to shoot into the sky.
The amulet burns hotter in Cissnei’s hand, but a different magic courses through her. A warmth dwells in her heart and expands out like a protective salve that feels neither the heat nor the darkness. Instead, there is only light, and as she holds the amulet against the crystal, it burns that darkness away.
The shadows whip out in pain, lashing wildly and with no direction. A terrible whine cuts the air as the corruption flees from Cissnei’s touch and gathers at Ashe’s. It courses around her thicker and thicker until she’s lost to the violet-black corruption. As the last of it is seared from the crystal’s surface, the crystal bursts with light that sends both women flying backwards.
Ashe lands hard and does not open her eyes -- still blackened by the blindness cast upon her. The foreboding tension flees the air, leaving an aura of peace behind. The crystal gleams a glorious amber that casts its shrine in warming hues. Above them, the stone is still. The trembling has ceased.
’Thank you.’ A woman’s voice echoes from the crystal. A sigh of relief overtakes them like a spring breeze. ’The evil within this place holds power over me no longer. These lands will heal.’
Tunnel vision snared Cissnei at this point. Her goal was the crystal, and all else had been forgotten. It was an error. Blind to the icy spell being cast, she felt her muscles stiffen and benumb at the flash freeze. A soft growl escaped her lips in aggravation. Well, at least Ashe had spells to match her icy and sharp attitude. However, the chill was quick to subside as she felt the warmth of the entity pulse through her again, shaking off the fatigue cold normally brought. Freed of the spell, she clicked her heels to enact haste and lunged forward to try to regain her ground.
It appeared Amalia was lost to them as she seemed to be aiding the shadow. Cissnei felt the power of the amulet course through her. She felt not fear nor pain. There was only peace and she channeled the warmth and serenity as best as she could. The Turk did not move to fend herself from the shadow’s lashing. She only gritted her teeth and focused, taking whatever beating was necessary for the cause. The shadow could not consume a flame. It could only flitter away from its hot touch. Then, as if all tension and resistance was gone, Cissnei felt herself falling forward at the shadow’s disappearance, only to be quickly blown back by the power of the light.
She went flying through the air and felt herself hit one of the nearby altars. She gave a soft frown and shook her head softly as she tried to reorient herself to what was happening. Looking up at the crystal, she stood up, and gave a formal bow to the crystal, since there was no hand to shake. “It is a pleasure to officially meet you. That is good news these lands will heal. But…” She straightened up and looked up at the crystal. Her eyes studied its shine and glimmer, as if she would find a figure some how inside the light. “…What about the Wraith that started this? And what about us? We cannot leave on our own.” Cissnei felt there was still a task yet finished.
Beaten back Arc wasn't even really sure what was going on when he noted that Ashe stopped caring about him and started moving away. Having been hit away by the sword, he fell backwards even as he had cast his spells. At least they seemed to have some effect, but he wasn't entirely sure what was going on. He tried to get back up and help Cissnei when it seemed the girl had things somewhat in control?
The darkness was being burned away by the amulet. It appeared that Cissnei had been able to handle the amulet well enough and work her way against the shadow, which seemed to have faded as the light of the crystal spat out. Both Cissnei and Ashe were launched away as Arc watched a bit in shock on what just happened.
The trembling of the earth seemed to stop a bit while Arc scurried to his feet and towards Ashe when he heard the voice speak. So we actually managed to end the shadows? he thought to himself as he heard on the evil having no more power over the crystal. He heard Cissnei speak to it, who had gotten up and moved towards the crystal. He focused on checking on Ashe if she was wounded in any way, also he tried to Libra spell just to see if he could detect any of the possession to remain.
murk™ WORDS: 236 TAG: DM, @blacksuit, @ashe NOTE: Late post is late, sorry!
