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It shouldn't have happened but you let it Now you're down on the ground screaming medic The only thing that comes is the post-traumatic stresses Shields, body armors and vests don't properly work That's why you're in a locker full of hurt The enemy within and all the fires from your friends The best medicine's to probably just let it win
These battle scars don't look like they're fading
Despite everything that had occurred, and how the accursed Warriors of Harmony had released him from the torment of the cycles, he detested the very sight of the Warrior of Light. The other three, up until this point, had been nothing more than inconveniences, paltry insects that fought alongside the Warrior, as if he ever had a chance of success. He laughed, and raised a hand to summon his Champions forth, but, after a moment, his evil smile faded. No, something was wrong. He looked at his hand, and narrowed his eyes, looking among the three others once more, realizing that, though two were indeed Souls of Harmony, one had an aura of Discord. He eyed the pink haired one as the other three had devised impressive and, admittedly, creative ways of dispatching his attack. The Warrior held his own with his own damned power, the woman had used her powerful magic to create a rift to weaken the attack, and the young man had boosted his allies' strength with what appeared to be some sort of summoned creature. Of course, they were worthy of surviving.
The woman, however, had done something that Chaos did not see coming. She began, in some manner he didn't recognize, to consume the chaotic energy into her own body. If Chaos were a better person, he could have warned her against it, but... a part of him was curious as to what she was truly doing. He looked to the Warrior, and narrowed his eyes. He would have to feast on his still-beating heart another day...
"The rules of the Cycles do not apply here, Warrior. Things are... different." he held open his arms, the attack weakening slightly due to their efforts. "Do you know what this means, Warrior? You shall practice your free will you so desired... Carve your own path with your sword." A dark smile appeared on his face. "But, know this. There are greater forces at work here... Can you figure it out, I wonder?" Then, with a flick of his wrist, the attack dissipated, but not before bursting outward for one last strike on his opponents. The woman, Lightning, should have absorbed enough... He landed, letting out a grumbling laugh as he crossed his upper arms.
"Keep an eye over your shoulder, Warrior... you and yoru new friends, here." he would say this as his head would slowly turn towards Lightning, his eyes thinning before he would vanish in fire and darkness, the sky beginning to clear up above.
stretching this out so everyone can say goodbye. SORRY WOLLY ENDED UP ODDLY ANGSTY.
The Warrior’s prayers were answered.
As the weight of discord fell heavily upon his fingertips, threatening to consume and crush him, threatening to rip apart his spirit of light, the nameless knight found himself feeling lighter. Slowly, his body began to feel warm, and his strength rejuvenated. He watched as the burns across his limbs vanished, nothing more but small, hardly noticeable lines of red. The steady flow of blood from the lash across his face was stilled, and the pain evaporated. For all of a moment, the Warrior felt like a perfect man at full strength and health.
The moment was fleeting, and as he pushed back against the ball of destruction, his strength immediately began to be sapped away once more. Out of the corner of his eye, the Warrior saw the pink-furred mage, and had only the time to give her the smallest of acknowledgements for her help. Real thanks would have to wait until after the fight, until after they fended this attack away and saved the city. With his renewed strength and vigor, the Warrior willed his power back towards his shield, regenerating the holes Chaos’ power had managed to poke into it, preventing much further damage to himself.
However, the weight on his fingers suddenly seemed to shift. It was slight, very slight, but something was pulling Chaos’ attack back, preventing its full power from crushing him entirely.
And again, he felt the warmth of magic. Though most of his vision was blocked by the blinding, raging power of Discord’s attack, the Warrior could recognize this type of magic, what it felt like. It seemed to coat his form, covering him from head to toe in a ruby red light. It was a protective magic, one that had the power to reflect magical power back towards an enemy. Inwardly, his heart beat proudly. These newfound allies of his were people worth remembering, worth banding together with and standing proudly next to. They seemed to know how to combat chaos and terror as if it were second nature.
Never would he forget their bravery.
Another blur of pink happened into the Warrior peripheral vision. For all of a moment, he was able to turn his head and see the reaper woman. She was daring to absorb the raw power of Chaos into the gem on her chest. The nameless knight felt the ugly head of rage rear in his heart, and if he wasn’t focusing all of his energy on keeping Chaos’s attack from breaking through his shield, he’d surely shout at her, stop her somehow. Did she not realize the dangers of the power of discord?
And why did he vehemently seem to care, when she’d shown up with the full intention of killing him?
Soon, she fell from the sky, seeming to be overwhelmed by Chaos’ power. Of course -- anyone would -- it was difficult enough to keep it at bay physically, let alone absorb it. The Warrior both hoped someone caught her and that she’d just crash into the rubble, never to awake from the life she had been living.
Chaos’s voice finally rang out over the madness. His eyes met Chaos, narrowed and determined as he held the powerful attack in place with his light shield. The God of Discord spoke, but the words hardly made much sense at first. The cycles didn’t apply? Greater forces at work?
The attack was dissipated, and the Warrior was finally able to drop back down to the earth. His shield of light vanished as he landed with a harsh thud on the ashed, burned ground. One last strike of magical energy flew from Chaos towards the heroes, but the nameless knight merely held his hand out to watch it deflect. His ally’s spell was quite powerful, having apparently been brought on by a summon. He knew that they, too, would be unharmed by the God of Discord’s last, pity strike against them.
The Warrior had no parting words for Chaos. He merely glared at Discord, his sword and shield ready, until the creature faded away.
He would have to ponder the Chaos’s parting words in time. First, he immediately turned his attention to his allies. They were alive, and without too much injury, as it appeared. He kept his sword in hand as his eyes found the pink-haired reaper, laying in the rubble as well. She was still unconscious for the moment, and for everyone’s sake, he hoped she remained that way. He didn’t have much to offer in ways of healing, but the Knight was able to summon up enough energy to cast a simple cure spell to Terra, in a silent thank you for what she had done for him earlier.
After assuring himself that his allies were alright, the Warrior turned his gaze to the city. The skies were clear of Chaos’s black clouds, lightning, and fire, but if anything, the blue backdrop served only to bring out the stark contrast of destruction. There were many different pluming clouds of thick black smoke from fires, the distant sound of screams and running, the sounds of rubble being overturned. Thankfully, most of the crowd from before had dissipated, yet now that Chaos was gone, they were beginning to return to the area, their faces pale with horror.
The more his eyes scanned, the more destruction he saw that had occurred while they fought. At least a fourth of the city was aflame. There were still the two nearby streets that Chaos had purposefully slaughtered people in, the cobblestone running red. Buildings were toppled, people were crushed, trapped, burning, suffocating. Slowly, the Warrior put away his sword, as he continued to take in the sight of destruction around them. This was true chaos. Innocent people dead, dying, stranded. Though the Warrior did what he could, it obviously wasn’t enough.
People were dead. And, as Chaos’s words echoed in his head, they clearly weren’t ever coming back.
… Was Chaos nothing but a puppet, then?
Frustrated and confused, the nameless knight pushed away Chaos’s words for the moment. Instead, he took his focus away from the town, and back to his allies.
“Thank you for your help,” he gave them a simple, tired thanks, his eyes and expression much more exhausted and somewhat defeated than it had been before, “I only regret that we were unable to do more to save these people.”
All of his energy was sapped away from holding back Chaos’s attack. Even his shield felt much too heavy on his arm. He knew it was impossible for them to have done much more -- after all, they were only three to Chaos’s massive power -- yet he still couldn’t help but grieve. The Warrior heaved in a breath and shook his head, sweat still running down his face, mixing with the clotted blood left from his healed wound. He looked a bit ragged still, dings, dents, and scratches along his armor, rips and burns his clothing. However, it was nothing compared to the damage that seemed to be hiding in his spirit, in his eyes.
“Should you ever need to call on me,” he offered, more as a natural habit he picked up while venturing with his friends, “I am the Warrior of Light. While I pray that we never have to meet in such terrible circumstances again, I am proud to have served this city alongside such valiant, selfless souls.”
More and more of a crowd was building up. The Warrior felt the overwhelming urge to leave, to run before having to face these people he failed. With the new knowledge that was creeping around in his mind, death was all the more … intimidating. And these people, the ones who’d lost their lives in such an avoidable tragedy, they were never to get a second chance.
But, he would stay for a moment. In order to thank his allies. In order to ensure that the pink-haired reaper would not rise and cause any trouble. In order to perform any duties that were requested of him by this city that he so dearly owed.
“I do not plan on dying today there sir. So I will be as careful as I can…” Terra spoke out loudly. Hopefully loud enough for Faris to hear her over the din of the roiling inferno ball of death that stood before them and the Warrior of Light. Who thankfully seemed to be regaining his strength. The feeling of the Ruby Light swirled around Terra and instead of becoming the same shield as it normally did for others it clung to her skin and it began to glow a soft bluish hue as she continued to focus on pouring her mana into sustaining the X-Zone spell.
Yet as she pushed herself she felt the familiar waning energy of her Esperkin state begin to rear its ugly head. She was pushing her body to its near limit for the first time since she was fighting Kefka. Gritting her teeth tightly Terra narrowed her eyes as she pushed more of her strength into the spell as she noticed the pink haired woman move up and begin to siphon off more of the energy as she had but with a different style of technique. As the attack vanished before her she released her magical tether to the zone, Yet as the spell lashed out one final time she felt it impact with the protective magical barrier of Carbuncle and shatter the protection. As it vanished without a trace and she floated herself down onto the ground as she watched the Warrior of Light drop down to the ground.
As she found herself upon the ground the transformation finally slipped from her form and she fell down onto a single knee her magical power spent on the encounter. With her gaze looked downward she felt a simple cure spell. Lifting her head she looked at him her green hair no longer held tight. Nodding to him she smiled widely. Standing she moved to beside the Warrior her eyes also taking in the destruction. Her hand trembled as she stared outwards because this was all too familiar to her. To her this was like what Kefka would do on a whim. Hearing the Warrior speaking she turned her gaze toward him. “We did what we could… It Is all that we can do. We saved many a life with our actions and stopped him from exterminating the entire town.”
She reached over and placed a hand onto the Warrior’s shoulder. She felt the pain coming from the man as she herself could feel it all. Glancing down toward the pink haired warrior that had initially been fighting the Warrior before turning her attention to Chaos. “Terra… You can call me Terra and yes. I hope when next we meet that we can have a quiet day. Instead of such excitement like today.”
She staggered ever so slightly on her feet but managed to gather herself. To her the walking wounded and devastation was dredging up bad memories that would never truly go away from within her mind. Taking in a deep breath she focused as best she could drawing a Cura spell from within herself and had it wash over the Warrior, herself, and Faris. It would not be a lot but it should give them all the boost they need. That is until they managed to walk along and find a bed to pass out on top of. “Though I feel a nice hot bath and a soft bed would be something I want right now.”
Final Fantasy V
23
YEARS
Trans Male
Single
Pansexual
245 POSTS
Fin
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
“I do not plan on dying today, sir. So I will be as careful as I can…” The mage's words wafted over the sparking, the hissing, and the screaming. It took Faris a second to understand. 'Sir? She couldn't have meant...?'
Then he was laughing again, louder this time. "The day I'm anyone's 'sir' is the day the clouds fall in!" He shouted it to hear his voice, like an act of defiance against the heat that seared his cheeks and nose and the back of his eyes. It pressed in like an invisible hand, and it was all Faris could do to stay upright, staring back at it with that rebellious glint in his eye. It pressed closer, closer, and closer still. Would Faris' reflective magic be enough? There was nothing to do now but wait.
It would hit in 10, 9, 8, 7...
The pink-haired murderess jumped into the fray, to the other side of the knight and the great expanse of the Rift. For a moment, she just floated there, looking almost confused. It was like she was caught in a maelstrom -- the monster's magic pushing her away while the Rift pulled her in. The effect gave her an almost wild, half-feral look: hair flying, hip-cape caught like a flag in the wind. Faris narrowed his eyes, 'What is she...?'
Then she sheathed her sword across the strap on her back, held out her hand, and glowed.
"Wha-? Hey! What do you think you're-?!" But Faris could only stare, slack-jawed, as the woman pulled the magic closer to herself. It flew towards her in heated tendrils as though she'd opened a Rift of her own. However, this magic didn't just disappear into some black void -- no, it disappeared into her. Her chest glowed with it, though Faris could tell from her face that it pained her. The woman gave an agonized scream and then she was falling.
Falling, falling, until there was a horrific crunch and Faris glanced down to see the woman's limp body splayed out among a wreckage of brick and dust that had once been somebody's living room. Faris gave the figure a snort of disdain. "Serves her right, the witless lout."
What did she think was going to happen, absorbing the kind of magic that could vaporize cities?
Back to the countdown then. The woman, no matter how daft, had bought them a little more time between victory or death. Faris put his hands on his hips and watched the now weakened, now slower, but still absolutely deadly ball of fire edging its way ever closer.
10, 9, 8, 7...
"The rules of the Cycles do not apply here, Warrior." The monster spoke. Above the magic hissing like a snake and the people shouting below and Faris' own ringing ears, the monster's voice bellowed out like thunder. "Things are different. Do you know what this means, Warrior? You shall practice your free will you so desired. Carve your own path with your sword. But, know this. There are greater forces at work here. Can you figure it out, I wonder?"
All of it was absolute gibberish, but Faris wondered how long the monster would stay smiling when his own magic sprang back to fry him in 3, 2, 1...
The monster raised a hand and the magic dissipated. Faris was left staring into an empty ball of nothing. "Wh-what?"
The residual energy came flying at them all in its place, but the effects were disappointing to say the least. Just a shock-wave of fire where Faris had been expecting an inferno. It bounced off his skin so lightly that Faris didn't feel a thing. Maybe an extra bead of sweat. Maybe a tickle of warmth. Maybe.
Its reflected power wasn't even worth it. The monster landed as though it hadn't felt a thing. The asphalt cracked beneath its horned feet. It crossed his arms, tossed back its head, and laughed. "Keep an eye over your shoulder, Warrior. You and your new friends, here." Its red eyes flicked to the unconscious murderess and then the monster was shadowed in a flare of shadows and fire. They swirled around him in flashing waves, and Faris raised a hand to shield himself from the heat.
Sunlight. Faris blinked in surprise as the storm clouds parted. Sunlight hit warm on the back of his hand, and Faris suddenly realized -- too late -- what was happening.
"Get back here, you spineless cur!" He shrieked out his challenge over the wind, the laughter, the fire, and longed suddenly for the weight of his spear. But even if he'd had it, he doubted he would have made the jump in time. Almost before Faris could blink, the smoke had cleared, the fire had died, the clouds had opened, and the monster had disappeared.
Gone.
Faris let out a short cry of frustration. "We had him! We almost had him!" Anger sent Faris leaping off the roof, towards the place where the monster had vanished. Without the power of a dragoon guiding his feet, he stumbled a little on impact, but he hardly felt the pain shooting up his knees as he stalked towards the fire-scorched, stone-cracked nothing the monster had left them with. "You yellow bastard! You addle-pated scofflaw! You...You coward!" They had almost had him. Just a second longer and the magic would have hit and then it would have burned him alive.
Or burned them alive, but rage blinded Faris to that possibility. He released one final, furious cry. "Some lord of chaos you are!"
With his wrath spent, Faris gave a moody kick at the wreckage left behind. A loose piece of concrete went flying. Faris glared at it.
The city was on fire. Faris wasn't sure when that had happened, but he could smell the smoke wafting in thick and heavy from the west. People were still screaming. Wood cracked as buildings caved in. His boots tapped wetly against smears of blood. From the new vantage point on the ground, Faris saw it all first-hand -- mangled limbs, wrong-twisted faces, slabs of meat that might have once been human. Faris felt his nails digging into the flesh of his palm. This was all because of some stupid monster.
Faris would kill it one day. One day, when the devil stopped running and Faris could see it as clear as the open sea, he'd draw his spear against it and rain down its blood in a shower of black. One day, he'd stand before it again seeking vengeance for all of the lives it had ruined.
On that day, there would be nowhere for it to run.
Faris joined his two allies with a sour expression. He kept his arms crossed, mouth scowling, eyes simmering. For a long time, they didn't say anything at all. They just listened to the sounds of destruction around them -- a siren call of their failure. Faris' eyes wandered to a shadow of pink among the nearby wreckage. The pink-haired fiend hadn't woken since her fall. Perhaps she never would again.
Faris hoped she wouldn't.
After what seemed like forever, the knight raised his hand. There was a soft glow of light, and the mage-girl shimmered with healing magic. Faris hadn't noticed before, but sometime between opening the Rift and now, she'd lost her fur. Now she just crouched there on one knee, wrapped in silks and scarves and bangles. Her green hair had loosed from its tie and hung in wiry strands around wide eyes. If Faris hadn't known any better, he would have called the girl harmless, but of course he did know. He'd seen the girl flying around shooting lava from her hands. He wasn't about to underestimate her.
“Thank you for your help." The knight's voice came hollow, but loud enough for them to hear the genuine appreciation behind it. “I only regret that we were unable to do more to save these people.” He took a shuddering breath, shook his head, and Faris looked away. Not too far -- too far, and he'd be watching the fire -- but far enough that he didn't have to see the pain in the man's eyes. “Should you ever need to call on me, I am the Warrior of Light. While I pray that we never have to meet in such terrible circumstances again, I am proud to have served this city alongside such valiant, selfless souls.”
Faris' eyes flashed in recognition, but the girl beat him to it. She rose to her feet and smiled at him. "We did what we could. It is all that we can do. We saved many a life with our actions, and stopped him from exterminating the entire town.” She placed a hand on the knight's shoulder. The look she gave him was almost comforting. "Terra. You can call me Terra, and yes. I hope when next we meet that we can have a quiet day. Instead of such excitement like today.”
Faris let out a barking laugh. It rang hollow even to him, but the force of it felt right. "'Excitement,' eh? Wouldn't be the first time I've braved this kind of 'excitement,' and if the winds keep blowing the way they've been, it won't be the last." Faris uncrossed his arms and placed them on his hips instead. He looked directly at the knight, eyes bright for just a moment as he grinned humorlessly. "A Warrior of Light? Well, that explains it then. I'd wondered how you came across such a mighty ton of power." He jabbed a thumb roughly into his own chest. "I'm Faris. Captain Faris Scherwiz, if a name be important to you. I fight with the power of the crystals, same as you. A warrior of light. Or at least, that's what they call me."
The girl was muttering something, and Faris glanced over in time to see the glow of magic about her. Before he could ask, the spell had been cast and washed over them both in a wave of heat. Faris sighed as it touched his skin. Bruises faded, cuts sealed, and suddenly he didn't feel so worn down anymore. He flashed the girl an appreciative grin. "Thanks, lass. That battle didn't exactly do me any favors."
The girl smiled a little. It was weak, but Faris hadn't missed it. "Though I feel a nice hot bath and a soft bed would be something I want right now," she said. Faris laughed a little more genuinely this time.
"You and I both," Faris said, "Gods, what I wouldn't give for a warm bed!" Faris glanced at the knight, but he seemed unaffected by their pointed shift in mood. He just watched the wreckage, mouth thin, and eyes hollow. He had something on his mind, and Faris wasn't stupid enough to miss what.
"She's right, lad. There's nothing more we could have done." Faris' grin had faded. For once, his eyes were serious. Almost deathly so. "I'll find the beast myself. I'll bring the light from its eyes, and I'll send it to the depths, same as any other fiend. What happened here..." Faris let his eyes wander across the devastation. Just once -- just for a moment -- then he looked back to the knight once more.
The Warrior was pulled from his deep, depressive thoughts by encouraging, soothing words from a soft spoken voice. He turned his head, glancing down at the young woman, the mage who had previously been covered in pink fur. It was then he finally realized the stark difference in her appearance. She seemed so small, so delicate. Her green hair was a mess atop her head, and she was dressed in deep colors of red and pink, silk scarves and bangles. He could count himself lucky that he knew the true power that was condensed in such a small, innocent form.
Her words brought him some warmth, though, his heart still weighed heavy with grief. However, as her hand came to his shoulder, realization swung its powerful bat at his head. Though his outward expression did not change much, besides a slight widening of his eyes, a small part of his lips, as if he were barely shocked by something, on the inside he felt a silent scream. He knew her. He knew this girl.
Terra.
If it weren’t for the barking laugh of the dragoon, the nameless knight may have been permanently washed away in shock and thoughts of fading memories.
The Warrior watched the dragoon’s boast. Though his words did not initially sink in, the knight found himself thinking back to all he’d seen the purple-haired young man accomplish in this fight. Distracting the pink reaper, slicing Chaos down his front. And, could it have possibly been this young man that had summoned the reflecting magic that had been cast on them all? A lot of effort and a lot of strength, hidden behind that powerful, boasting voice.
A fellow warrior of light? That stuck out to the nameless Warrior, who began to rack his brains for any memory of a dragoon in his travels. There was no memory there to be found -- Faris was completely new to him, as far as he was aware -- but the young man’s spirit strongly reminded him of his friends. They too, would often have to boast and laugh and hug and heal their way through the painful tragedies they experienced as a group.
Before he could form a sort of reply in his mind, the warm flush of magic rushed over his body again. The Warrior took a deep breath, feeling the healing magic working over the damage that was still on his body, the burns, the bruises, the scratches. It helped to replenish his energy, though, it did not do much for his spirit. Their words had lifted him slightly, but as Terra and Faris began to speak to each other, the Warrior found himself looking away again, back to the wreckage.
It was more difficult to swallow than he thought it would be. Loss. He’d never consider chasing Chaos away as a victory, not with all of this.
As Faris began to speak to him, the nameless Knight again turned his full attention to the dragoon. Gone was the fake, confident grin that he’d been wearing before. It had been replaced by a serious stare, a thin mouth, hard, glaring eyes. The young man was likely to bear fangs at any moment, the way he spoke with such heated passion in his voice.
It was that determination, and Terra’s soft words from moments ago, that finally pulled him from his pit of despair. The Warrior blinked, life returning to his eyes, to his form, and he nodded to Faris in thanks.
“My sword will join yours in that fateful battle, if you will have it,” the knight extended the invitation to the dragoon, and though there was no fake smile to appear on his neutral visage, there was a small, fraction of one hidden within his eyes. A genuine thanks and appreciation, for all both of his allies had done for him. For everyone. They were true, selfless heroes.
Time was ticking by, and the Warrior decided he had no more to waste. He checked over his equipment -- sword, shield, helmet -- before turning his attention back to his two allies. “For now, I shall depart. Chaos is unlikely to return here, and I must track him down and stop him from causing any more tragedies such as this,” the nameless knight spoke confidently, full of that natural valor he’d had in battle. There was no other next step that he could see besides attempting to track down Chaos and put an end to him.
After all, if the God of Discord’s words were true … He really would die. Permanently.
The Warrior began to walk away from Faris and Terra, just a short distance, to the pink-haired reaper that lay in a pile of rubble. For a moment he simply stared down at her, wondering if she’d magically pull herself up and demand a fight. The knight bent down and carefully collected her broken form into his arms, again, feeling an odd swirl of emotions as he looked to her face. She was familiar. But how, why? Why did his spirit, his heart, insist she was good despite what he’d seen? It was frustrating, but the Warrior was much too exhausted to question it.
He turned back to Terra and Faris, feeling he owed them an explanation for suddenly cradling the very woman that threatened to chop off his head.
“I will take her far outside of the city,” he began, nodding in the direction he was headed, adjusting the burden in his arms, “So that, when she wakes, she can cause no trouble to these people.”
The Warrior’s hands were oddly gentle with her. He held her as if she’d once been a friend, once been someone close to him, close to his chest. Why he had the urge to both throw her to the ground, and hold her close and not let go until she awoke, he couldn’t say. But, the feeling was akin to the same one he got as he gazed at Terra. Camaraderie. Friendship. Warmth.
“Thank you, for everything.”
With that, the Warrior turned on heel, setting a new path with determination in his heart. He would find Chaos, and end the God’s life before he could cause such a disaster again. And, in the process, hopefully he would find more answers about this strange world. If it truly wasn’t just a continuation of the cycles, as Chaos hinted, what could it possibly be?
Questions to ponder over, as he departed the bloody, burning rubble that was once part of Torensten.
Reaching up Terra fussed with her ponytail as she straightened out the hair that had become disheveled during the fighting. Her barrette placed back in place as she listened to Faris speaking out. When the Warrior spoke out his own name she felt a brief flash within her mind. As if she should of known who this man was and yet she did not. With no outward showing of this acknowledgement she maintained her composure. Faris’ laugh brought a smile to her face that someone could find such a moment to attempt levity in the current situation. Hearing Faris’ introduction she looked at him quizzically about the whole crystals thing. As to her the only crystals she had ever seen where the gemstones on her necklace and the magicite of the Espers.
“Should you ever find the monsters location I will gladly join the two of you as allies once more. I want to stop this person, being, god, whatever it is from turning this world into what my world became… Never again will I idly stand by when someone destroys an entire world…” Her words where rather stern as she spoke them as she meant all of them. To her keeping another world from becoming like her own World of Ruin was a goal she needed to keep no matter what the cost to herself. Yet she noticed something within the Warrior as she turned back to look at him. There was a fading something within his eyes. As if he knew more than he was letting on at the moment. Yet Terra would not pry and would not dare try to hurt the man by doing that.
As the warrior came out and spoke about having to leave she nodded at him as she moved to pat his shoulder pad a couple of times in encouragement. A soft smile on her face as she patted herself down thankfully the Relics where still there attached to herself. Her eyes though travelled along with the Warriors to look at the pink haired woman who lay upon the ground. Watching as he walked over to her she was certain he would actually coup de grace her but instead he hefted her up into his arms and began to carry her toward the edge of town. “You are welcome Sir Knight. If our paths cross with no battle I think we should share a quiet afternoon. Much more enjoyable then today…”
Turning back to Faris once the Knight was out of earshot she looked at the Captain. “So a Captain? I take it you are a ships captain and not an airship captain yes?” Her question was rather mundane especially compared to what had all just finished happening around them. She motioned for Faris to follow as she wanted to leave the area and the two of them had been left there and a crowd was starting to form down the street. So for Terra now would be the best time to just slip away before the throngs of people arrived to help their neighbors.
Final Fantasy V
23
YEARS
Trans Male
Single
Pansexual
245 POSTS
Fin
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Some of the light had returned to the Warrior's eyes. The idea had strengthened him. He nodded at Faris with a silent kind of strength. “My sword will join yours in that fateful battle, if you will have it,” the knight offered.
"Of course, I will. And if anyone tries to stop you, they'll deal with me." Faris glanced distastefully towards the human-bearing pile of rubble. That woman...Something had been seriously wrong with her.
The next voice came as more of a surprise. “Should you ever find the monsters location I will gladly join the two of you as allies once more." The mage -- Terra -- had lit up at his suggestion. Not exactly eager or bloodthirsty, but determined. There was more to this girl than her frail appearance. "I want to stop this person, being, god, whatever it is from turning this world into what my world became. Never again will I idly stand by when someone destroys an entire world.”
Faris blinked. "While someone destroys a...?" he started, but then decided not to ask. Whatever it was, it sounded bad. Apocalyptically bad, actually. Not something to be brought up in idle conversation. "Well, we'd be proud to have you! Flying around, doing...Whatever it was you were doing! It was really something, let me tell you that!" Something crazy, but Faris didn't need to go that far. Her spells had been the works of legends. The black, sparking power. The lava (which he still hadn't quite forgive her for, throwing it around like that). And then...
Some of the humor left Faris' eyes. He gave her the kind of scolding look he'd give his pirate crew. "Just don't go opening the Rift again, you here? I don't know how you did it, but that thing's dangerous. Keep ripping it open like that and we'll all end up in the Void!" Not that the girl would know what Faris was talking about. Faris only knew because of the Sage Ghido, and that had taken a submarine and a large suspension of disbelief to swallow. Still, Faris knew what he'd seen. The Rift -- vast and empty and right in front of him. It was a dangerous power, even for the most well-intentioned of users.
Faris knew that better than anyone.
The Warrior was looking at them now. He held himself with a patient dignity that was hard to ignore. “For now, I shall depart. Chaos is unlikely to return here, and I must track him down and stop him from causing any more tragedies such as this." Tracking down Chaos. That sounded like as good a goal as any that Faris had heard. He nodded hard in agreement.
"Aye. The beast needs to be stopped," Faris said, but before he could offer to join him, the knight was already walking away. He headed towards the rubble -- towards the pink-haired murderess. Faris' expression turned somber at his approach -- was he going to put her down? -- but no. The knight just knelt beside and her slid his hands beneath her knees and back. When he stood, the woman was cradled against him like a newborn child. With her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open, limp in the knight's arms, she looked almost innocent.
Only she wasn't. Faris had seen the woman slice a man in half so viciously that his viscera had fallen like clotted rain. His eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "What're you-?" he started, but the knight was ready with an explanation. “I will take her far outside of the city, so that when she wakes, she can cause no trouble to these people.”
'When she wakes?' Faris eyed the woman skeptically. A broken arm, bleeding, unconscious. The woman had crashed through a brick house so hard it had collapsed. "Er...Lad, I don't think she'll..." The words trailed off as he saw the knight's expression. Troubled, almost worried. He held her strangely close, and with that soft expression, Faris might have almost thought...
“Thank you, for everything.” The Warrior gave them one last, grateful look and then turned on his heel. He left before Faris could offer to come with him, before they could exchange battle plans, before, well, anything. It was like he wanted to be alone.
Alone with that woman. And maybe his thoughts.
“You are welcome, Sir Knight. If our paths cross with no battle, I think we should share a quiet afternoon. Much more enjoyable then today." The girl beside him called after the knight, and Faris found himself nodding.
"It was nothing," he said with a wave, "Good luck with your search. And let me know if that fiend dares show its yellow face again!"
Then the knight was gone, carrying his dark burden to gods knew where. Maybe to revive her. Maybe not.
Faris hoped not.
Terra turned to him then and looked up curiously. “So a Captain?" she asked, "I take it you are a ship's captain and not an airship captain, yes?” Faris blinked stupidly at the question and then laughed.
"That's right. Captain of a pirate ship! Or at least, I used to be." Back before stranding himself here. Back before Exdeath. The girl started walking and motioned for him to follow. They walked together through the ruined streets, past the crowds of terrified and blood-stained people, past the bodies (there was no helping them now), until they were some way away. Faris could still smell the smoke wafting on the wind like poison. He could still hear the sirens, the weeping, the signals of destruction. But the battle was over. There was nothing more for the two defenders to fight.
There was only this girl who looked so fragile but could stare down monsters. There was only Faris who had the mind of a pirate and the heart of a warrior. There were only cracked streets, lined now in singed grass and rubble. From far away, Faris heard the soft rush of water. Consistent. Clear. Faris looked to the sky and imagined its spray and the smell of salt.
"Aye, I was a captain once. Before the crystals." Faris paused. That wasn't where he'd meant to start, but the words had slipped. He'd meant to tell her about his ship-wrecking or even about Exdeath. But no, it had all started the day he'd kidnapped Lenna. "It's a long story," he excused. His muscles were heavy -- his head tired. He wanted to curl up in the shade of an unbroken wall and rest, but another part of him refused to stop.
That part of him saw something in the girl beside him. A warm kindness in her eyes. A self-sacrificing smile. They would part at some later hour once the chaos had faded and the city stood still. At that time, Faris would bid her farewell and set off on his quest into the wilderness. But that time was not now, and now Faris couldn't help but marvel at this girl and see someone else. Someone equally as brave as she was caring.
Lenna would have wanted him to continue, and seeing this woman so like his sister, Faris felt like he wanted to keep talking, just for a while longer.
The mighty hero Zakiden hailed from the city of torensten. it's been ages since he took a stand for the people in the midst of war and has since laid in rest within the 'world sight'. torensten's people have thanked you each with a cloak made as a replica of zakiden's own to show all of zephon that you, too, are heroes of the city.
--Full body length, includes a hood.
--a very light material that does not impede movement but also grants a significant amount of warmth in the cold.
--the crest of torensten above the heart.
--Upon calling the hero zakiden's name, the cloak's design glows in the darkness to light the way with a calm blue in place of a torch or other light source. One man from the city has chased the warrior down to give it to him before he went too far, the others are decided by their writers . Feel free to play with how natives react to the recognizable cloak when its worn - both inside torensten and out elsewhere.
. Feel free to play with how natives react to the recognizable cloak when its worn - both inside torensten and out elsewhere. 
