Welcome to Adventu, your final fantasy rp haven. adventu focuses on both canon and original characters from different worlds and timelines that have all been pulled to the world of zephon: a familiar final fantasy-styled land where all adventurers will fight, explore, and make new personal connections.
at adventu, we believe that colorful story and plots far outweigh the need for a battle system. rp should be about the writing, the fun, and the creativity. you will see that the only system on our site is the encouragement to create amazing adventures with other members. welcome to adventu... how will you arrive?
year 5, quarter 3
Welcome one and all to our beautiful new skin! This marks the visual era of Adventu 4.0, our 4th and by far best design we've had. 3.0 suited our needs for a very long time, but as things are evolving around the site (and all for the better thanks to all of you), it was time for a new, sleek change. The Resource Site celebrity Pharaoh Leep was the amazing mastermind behind this with minor collaborations from your resident moogle. It's one-of-a-kind and suited specifically for Adventu. Click the image for a super easy new skin guide for a visual tour!
Final Fantasy Adventu is a roleplaying forum inspired by the Final Fantasy series. Images on the site are edited by KUPO of FF:A with all source material belonging to their respective artists (i.e. Square Enix, Pixiv Fantasia, etc). The board lyrics are from the Final Fantasy song "Otherworld" composed by Nobuo Uematsu and arranged by The Black Mages II.
The current skin was made by Pharaoh Leap of Pixel Perfect. Outside of that, individual posts and characters belong to their creators, and we claim no ownership to what which is not ours. Thank you for stopping by.
There he was, running, pacing, screaming once more.
How many times had he gone through this, now? It always started with Genesis, his friend’s back turned to him, shrouded in darkness. Every time Angeal took a step forward, reaching out to him, Genesis moved further away. No matter how fast he ran, his childhood friend always stayed out of reach. He was desperate to catch him -- why, he wasn’t sure -- but not being able to reach him distressed him beyond belief. Always, Angeal was left behind, exhausted and sweating, his voice weak from trying to reach Genesis in the distance. With every blink the red-head grew further and further away, until he was gone, lost in the night-time sky.
Sephiroth came next, always. Angeal turned to look at his dear friend, shocked and sickened by the man’s appearance. His cat-like eyes were empty and catatonic, staring into nothingness, his face stoic and frozen; much how he seemed when they’d first met. However, what was so frightening was the rest of his being -- Sephiroth appeared starved, weak and frail, lungs barely drawing in breath after breath as he struggled to stay on his feet. His dark coat hung off of his shoulders, draping his too-thin frame in darkness. This time, when Angeal reached for his friend, it wasn’t Sephiroth who moved further away; it was Angeal himself. As the Soldier attempted to step forward and embrace his friend, he moved backwards. Panicked, he tried again and again, yet it was always the same result. The more he moved, the further he grew from his friend.
When he went too far, Sephiroth disappeared; his body seemingly turning to ash, and scattering in the wind.
He was already hurt, so hurt moving into the finale. Angeal’s heart screamed, beating erratically as he fell to the ground, silence enveloping his senses. The sky above him was dark, twinkling so innocently with stars. He couldn’t move. Not a muscle, not a sound -- here, he was nothing but a witness that couldn’t close his eyes. Above him was Zack, but not the happy-go lucky young man Angeal adored. The young Soldier’s cheek was bleeding profusely as he fell to his knees at Angeal’s side, tears dripping heavily from his lashes as he let out an anguished scream. The droplets, red and clear combined, fell harshly against Angeal’s face. He’d never heard such a wail in his life -- as if Zack’s life and spirit were being torn from his very body.
Angeal knew he had to comfort the kid. He had to apologize. I’m sorry, Zack, I shouldn’t have done this to you -- I shouldn’t have --, but the words never came to his stilled, frozen lips. His hands never moved, despite how strongly he wanted to comfort his pupil.
All of the pain and anguish swirled, threatening to consume him until the end of time itself. A part of him silently accepted the punishment.
Another part of him grew stronger each time, crying out against the dying of the light.
Angeal sat up suddenly, gasping for air. The air was no longer freezing around him but warm and stuffy and humid. The dark sky was replaced by a muted dimness, the twinkling stars fading away to a rough, stone rooftop. The Soldier clutched the rough, burlap texture underneath of his bare skin, breathing heavily, willing and failing to bring his heart rate back to normal. His pulse pounded in his ears as everything slowly sunk back in, as normalcy dragged itself back from the depths of hell.
It was a nightmare, Hewley told himself as the sweat dripped off the tip of his nose, only a nightmare.
He pulled himself away from his makeshift bed, a sorry cushion of cotton rags and burlap sacks, dragging himself wearily to his feet. Angeal moved slowly to the far side of the room, swaying with his steps, his skin soaked in sweat and his pulse finally beginning to slow. Attached to the wall nearby was a small mirror, reflecting the glow of the Soldier’s blue eyes as he stared himself down. He looked the same as he always had, aside from his chin being a little fuzzier than normal and the dark circles underneath his eyes. With each passing night he slept less and less soundly, chased by nightmares … or some mental demons.
That, combined with the intense pain in his back, would have kept anyone from sleeping soundly at night.
Angeal sighed, watching in the mirror as he touched his own face, rubbing under his eyes with his fingers before slicking back his sweat soaked hair. He grabbed a worn towel that was resting on a nearby countertop -- it was too early for the water to be turned on, he reminded himself blearily as he patted the sweat on his chiseled body dry. He grabbed his uniform top, sliding it over his skin that felt so cold, yet blazing hot.
He glanced out of the window, noting the subtle hues of pink and orange that began to paint the bottom of the sky. The sun was beginning to rise, and with it, the sounds of people outside of their homes began to buzz in the air. The Soldier had found himself wandering into the desert town a week prior; out of supplies and exhausted. He was nearly free of the clutches of the oppressive dunes, but the town had offered him respite for as long as necessary in exchange for clearing out some pesky monsters. It was beyond easy work for a First Class Soldier, Hewley realized as the days passed with a few boring battles here and there, but he was more exhausted than he thought. Tired, dazed, and confused.
“Enough,” Angeal mumbled, securing the magnetic strap behind his back, unsure exactly who or what he was talking to. The nightmares needed to stop, but instead, they progressively got worse and worse. He was sick of it. Tired of spending every night chasing his friends, and waking up with an insane amount of pain in his back.
The Buster Sword sat innocently against the wall -- one shining beacon in an otherwise dark world for Angeal. He grabbed it, savoring the weight as he held it high, pressing his forehead against the cool metal and mumbling a silent prayer. It was too bad he couldn’t use the sword to fight away the nightmares.
Next to his bed pile sat Angeal’s affects; a travel pack and map, supplies of water canteens and non-perishable foods, the couple of materia that had managed to follow him into the strange, new world. His collection was just about large enough for him to comfortably take his leave and return to a life on the road. Another day or so and he’d be set to leave, provided he could get more than a few hour’s worth of sleep. The Soldier grumbled wearily, swinging his precious sword to his back. No sense in pretending he was going to get any more rest. Once the sun peeked over the horizon, it would become unbearably warm.
Angeal turned to leave, before something caught his eye in the semi-darkness. A feather, long and white, lay on the floor at his feet. A few others followed from his previous steps, all dropped in various spots around the room. The Soldier narrowed his eyes at them, before leaning down to collect them all and shove them into his pocket. That was another problem that seemed to be following him -- a collection of feathers, white as snow. He never caught them falling off of his person, but … where else could they be coming from? Or, maybe they were a figment of his imagination?
Exhausted and grumpy, Angeal found it hard to care.
Instead, he snuck down the creaking old stairs, best he could considering his size, and swiftly out of the door of the home he’d been graciously allowed to stay in. The owner, an older man who’d lost his son to the beasts in the desert, had welcomed him in all too quickly. Angeal was a weary traveler who needed a break but was willing to go cut through monsters like paper, and the man was a lonely sort who’d lost his son and didn’t want anyone else to suffer the same. It worked, for now.
Outside, the world was slowly coming to life. Among the sand the traders were beginning to set up their stalls; placing goods of all sorts in baskets and lining them up neatly. Farmers were headed toward the nearby river to tend to their crops, nearly ready for harvest. The merchant town was an oasis of a sort -- still tucked away in the desert, but bordering the river that separated it from the bridge that led west, toward the Crystallus Divider, whatever that was. A well used travel path, people of all sorts came and went before venturing north or west. Only the truly manic wanted to go east, further into the dunes.
Still distracted from his recurring nightmares, Angeal simply let his boots lead the way for now. It would be another hour or so before he would find work, most likely, and so he let his feet carry him wherever they wished for now. He followed the wide path away from the markets, heading toward the river and the bridge that led west. The sun barely began to peek up over the distant horizon in the east, warming the Soldier’s back as he shoved his gloved hands into his pockets, eyes downcast. He heard the occasional footstep in the vicinity, but otherwise, the world seemed still.
A peaceful atmosphere, so very different from the swirling chaos inside of him.
How long can you swallow the pain? Before it comes round again, And a shadow in the valley will lead you to them, So don't follow.
Post by Caius Dragelion on Apr 18, 2020 18:44:06 GMT -6
The Dragonglaive
Angeal Hewley Word Count: OOC: Dialogue Color: 196fd1
Nightmares were a part of life, are they not? Even the stoic mercenary Caius had those of his own. Typically, they had been a reliving of his darkest hours. The losses of his family, and later, the people, innocent or not, that he had killed to survive while under the command of a bandit brigade. Not to mention that same brigade that he had...
Well, they went away at some point after he had come to Zephon. Locked away, repressed... They had returned for a little while after Cortez had found a gap in Caius' guarded psyche, a chink in his armor... But with the advent of the Dragonblades and a new purpose to keep him busy, Caius had been able to lock it away again. But... Something that he hadn't dared tell his comrades was that the seal was breaking.
The nightmares didn't come back with the same ferocity as before. At least, the ones he'd grown up with didn't. Instead, his nights were plagued with another altogether.
A courtyard, hidden behind a little hovel. Littered with bodies. Blood drenched the grass, the walls, the cobblestone. The bodies of mercenaries. Familiar mercenaries. The more time Caius spent with them, with these mercenaries... The more he dreamed of their corpses littering the grounds of their little hamlet, as a result of what he had done. The bodies that he - and Celes on his order - had left.
Opening up again came at a cost.
Caius, alone, had come to stay in a small trade post in the middle of the desert. Vordun had been left to guard the homestead, since the desert was no place for his kind. Caius had taken a job slaying monsters that had been causing trouble in the movement path of the trading caravans. After trekking through the desert, he had set up a tent in the trading outpost to rest his head for the night. In the morning, he intended to venture out and get to business.
Letting out an irritated groan, Caius stared at his hands as he sat up from his cot. There was no blood. The blood of his comrades no longer rested on his hands. It had been a dream again. Another one. It didn't stop the pounding headache that had plagued him, but he did his best to shove the thoughts aside as he got up. He nearly gagged on his own saliva a moment, panicking when his drowsy senses weren't able to pick up why he was having such a hard time breathing. Remembering where he was, he took a few moments to settle. Hastily grabbing one of his canteens, he would drain the contents into his mouth to quench the overwhelming dryness of his throat. He wasn't used to it out here. His body was still acclimating to these conditions. With his head a little more clear, Caius would get to work. Pulling on the light armor that he had bought for these forays, Caius would grab his gear and step outside. It was nothing like his armored jacket. A blue, sleeveless armored shirt with light iron shoulder pads, grey cargo pants with armored plates on parts of the legs, brown gauntlets and boots, and a brown cloak that hung from his shoulders, in case his travels took him into the night and he needed to keep warm. Far from his favorite piece of equipment, but it would do.
Making his way to the river, he would fish out his canteens and begin to refill them after having used a few of them while trekking to the outpost. For good measure, Caius would dunk his own head into the water, letting it linger for a few moments before he brought it out, taking a gulp of air and wiping his eyes. The beating sun would evaporate the water before long, but the shock to his senses finally woke him from his daze.
Taking a swallow of what was left of the water in his mouth, he would use the reflection of the water to begin to tie his hair back into a knot. Wet hair was easier to manipulate, and having it hang out would only increase the heat that the blistering sun would bring down.
The quiet, still atmosphere was a blessing and a curse. It made for a pleasant walk through the sands before it got too warm to function properly, a real respite from the hustle and bustle that would soon overtake the market streets in the outpost. However, it gave way to no distractions. Try as he might, Angeal couldn’t wipe away the visions in his nightmares no matter how hard he tried. No, the truth of it was that he wasn’t trying very hard at all.
Those dreams, where his friends ran from him, where they withered away, where they cried -- it was all he had of them right now.
No one he’d encountered had seen any other people like him. No others with large swords or glowing eyes. No legendary swordsmen with names he recognized. Hewley had wandered the paths, he’d talked to people, he’d helped as many as he possibly could while doing it. And yet, what did he have to show for it? A meager dwelling, some gil in his pocket, and a bucket of good karma? He loved helping people, of course. It was his life’s work. Dreams of saving people, of saving the world, helping any and all that he could. It was his purpose, and yet …
Angeal had never envisioned doing it all alone.
The sound of water pulled the Soldier from his dazed state. His gaze coming back into focus, he realized he was looking at the river. It ebbed and flowed calmly, ripples across the water’s surface as various aquatic life went about their lives before the sun got too high overhead. The river was one of the cleanest he’d ever seen, constantly filtering through rocks and sand. In the shallows, one could see their own reflection, clear as day.
He wasn’t the only admiring the water though, it seemed. Slightly upstream was a blonde man, dressed in blue and grey, hair wet as he drew his face out from the water’s surface. Angeal watched as the man began to tie his hair back in a knot, drawing the wet mass out of his face. A memory welled up for a moment, just for a moment, of his own hands wrestling with silver hair as he insisted on pulling Sephiroth’s hair back before embarking out into windy plains, afraid his friend would struggle seeing in the tumultuous conditions.
It was early for everyone who wasn’t a merchant, though, and this man didn’t seem like the buying and selling type. Shoulder pads and gauntlets, light armor … the man was likely a fighter of some sort, but Angeal couldn’t spot a weapon. Maybe he was simply getting ready for the day? This was the first the Soldier had seen of the blonde, though. Was he only passing through?
It would either be useful or detrimental to have another soldier around the outpost. What tasks Angeal had taken on he hadn’t found much of a challenge in, but he also couldn’t really afford to lose the work he had here. Or, maybe it would be the perfect push to get him back on the road.
Either way, his boots were soon following the edge of the river, toward the blonde man.
“Hello there,” Angeal tried to hide the exhaustion in his voice as he greeted the man with a small, polite smile, “You’re an early bird I take it? I haven’t seen you around here before.” Hopefully he looked a little less ragged than he felt. Maybe he should have dipped his head in the river as well.
How long can you swallow the pain? Before it comes round again, And a shadow in the valley will lead you to them, So don't follow.
Post by Caius Dragelion on May 5, 2020 19:38:23 GMT -6
The Dragonglaive
Angeal Hewley Word Count: OOC: Dialogue Color: 196fd1
Shaking some of the water out of his hair as it was starting to get into his eyes, Caius would finish tying his hair back in order to keep the weight of it off his back. Hopefully that would stave off the heat a little. He still felt fairly naked in this attire, if he was being honest. It was lightweight, and far less restricting. But it was also much less armored. His glaive jacket's armor was custom made, using scales from a Fire Drake tempered into steel in order to take advantage of their near-impregnable properties. And without adding all that much weight, either. But unfortunately, the armor was darker colored, as were the pants they were fashioned to. They just weren't practical in a desert.
But all of a sudden, a voice rang out that caught him off guard. Was he hallucinating from the heat? It was agonizingly hot, and he had heard stories of people growing so abysmally heated from these conditions that their mind began to play tricks on them. Make them see and hear things that weren’t really there. But usually those things were something that their own mind conjured, right? Then why didn’t he recognize the voice?
He looked to see a taller man with dark hair, who seemed to be wearing relatively similar garb. Though it didn't look like anything he'd seen before, nor did it seem like it was built for the desert. The attire was far too dark colored to be an intentional thing out here. Odds were, he was a traveler. Or he just didn't mind cooking in his own clothes. The man asked if he was an early bird, and brought up that he hadn't seen him around here. Either he was a traveler, or he had simply been here for a bit. Or he was just looking for a means to start conversation, truthful or not. The nature of which Caius wasn't sure of yet.
"I'm from Torensten" Caius admitted as he turned toward the newcomer. "The people in this town have enough to deal with without monsters getting too close to the area. I've been hired to take some of them out, and drive the others back."
The blonde man seemed to size Angeal up for a moment, but the Soldier let him take his time to do so. It was likely a little stunning, being approached near dawn by a complete stranger on the bank of a river outside of the closest town for Gaia-knew-how-far. The other man seemed more prepared for the desert heat, as it would only increase throughout the day. A subtle reminder to Angeal that he would have to stop by his dwelling and grab his cloak before the sun got too much higher.
"I'm from Torensten,” the blonde man told him, his voice strong and steady -- definitely used to carrying a fair bit of authority, “The people in this town have enough to deal with without monsters getting too close to the area. I've been hired to take some of them out, and drive the others back."
Angeal cocked his head to the side, his hands going to his hips as the sweat threatened to bead off his forehead and drip down, down, “Torensten, hm? I’ve only ever seen it on a map. Looks like it might be a bit cooler than here, though.”
Whether or not the fellow beast-slayer took to his humor didn’t bother the Soldier. He kept his small, friendly smile visible despite how much he felt like collapsing into the sand and letting life take him away, just for a day.
“Sounds like we’ll be working together, if you’ve been hired to take out monsters,” Angeal motioned toward the settlement with one hand, a touch of relief in his deep tones, “I’ve been here for a week, I think, and there seems to be no shortage of them. Nothing too difficult, just numbers. The same river and fertile land that attracts people here calls to them, too.”
The Soldier turned his eyes to the river for a moment, seeing the farmers upstream tending to their daily activities, a small, thoughtful frown on his face as he studied them, “Finding a balance for living creatures is hard.”
That was just sentimentality talking though, wasn’t it? It took a lot of hard work for people and creatures of all shapes and sizes to coexist. Angeal had a lot of respect for the living creatures of the world; monsters or not. They didn’t know malice, they simply knew instinct. But, until someone figured out the right balance, humans and other animals and monsters would always be in some kind of a war.
That was life.
Turning his attention back to the blonde, Angeal gave the man a nod before continuing, “I’m Angeal Hewley. If you’re ready to leave the river, feel free to follow me into town. There’s a man named Mathias who runs one of the early opening stands -- he’ll be happy to provide you some free refreshments and a bite to eat, knowing you’re here to take out some of the pests."
Assuming the blonde would follow -- who would want to stay in the direct sun any longer than they had to? -- the Soldier put boots to sand and began to follow his memorized path back into the nearby town. He could stop and grab his cloak on the way, at least. No sense in burning to a crisp if he didn’t have to, even if it would heal up overnight.
How long can you swallow the pain? Before it comes round again, And a shadow in the valley will lead you to them, So don't follow.
Post by Caius Dragelion on May 15, 2020 21:55:37 GMT -6
The Dragonglaive
Angeal Hewley Word Count: OOC: Dialogue Color: 196fd1
"A bit" Caius responded, a small smile following his light, dry quip. Caius was a simple, sheltered man in many respects. But he could at least tell when someone was speaking in humor, or at least he could most of the time. He didn't mind trading barbs back and a forth a bit, though his were still a little dry. His attention was taken though, when the man would explain that they would be working together. He cocked his head a moment, blinking a few times. The man explained he had been here a week. A little long for Caius' tastes, he didn't know how much longer he could stand being in this Astrals-forsaken heat, if he was being honest.
But he did pay close attention to his details about the monsters. He brought up that they weren't too difficult, but had heavy numbers. Something that with more than one of them, they stood a better chance against. Caius wasn't against this arrangement at all. He just wished he could bring Vordun if a numbers game was an issue. But he couldn't call him here for a long period.
He said something about finding a balance for living creatures which Caius didn't get, so he just nodded his head along with it, not really wanting to start up an argument with the man before they got to the fighting. The man would eventually introduce himself, calling himself Angeal. He then indicated he should follow him into town, and even offered some food and drink. Not one to say no to that kind of offer in these conditions, Caius nodded his head as he would make sure his canteens were filled fully before following.
"Caius" He introduced once he had caught back up to Angeal. "I'm a mercenary, been working the job about two years now. Work with a guild in Torensten."
Sorry if Mathias is a BIT MUCH, I had fun with him xD
The sound of shuffling sand grew ever closer as the blonde hiked to catch up with Angeal’s strides.
"Caius," the blonde spoke with a comfortable certainty, an almost professional air about him, "I'm a mercenary, been working the job about two years now. Work with a guild in Torensten."
Angeal rose an eyebrow, turning to give Caius a glance with one glowing eye, “A guild, hm? Good to know there’s some regulation to mercenary work in this world.”
The Soldier fell into an easy silence as they made the quick trek into the bustling little sand town. The stands were now set up, their colorful tarps laid out to protect their wares from the sun and the sand. People were beginning to lay out their stock -- some with vegetables and fruits found only in the dry, arid desert, and others with cloth and fibers, weapons and curatives. Many people would wander through the trading post on their way either north or west, giving the people who lived in the hot, arid land a good living.
Briefly, Angeal wondered how long they’d been there. Had their families survived in the desert for generations, living off of the bounty provided by the nearby river? A fertile crescent in an otherwise uninhabitable wasteland. Somehow, despite the adversity, they’d made good everything the desert had to offer to them, from plants and animals to rare materials and minerals. They knew the land, the environment. They were comfortable here.
And many of them were so very kind; a rarity, when the human spirit was faced with such daily harshness.
Angeal led Caius to a stand, giving the man behind the wooden bench a quick wave. Under the beige tarp was a tall, darker skinned man, his wiry black hair pulled back into a bun and his dark eyes shining; a bright smile flashing to his face quickly. He was dressed in a light brown cloak, slightly open in the front to reveal a glimpse of dark, tattooed skin and small, colorful gems hanging from a necklace drawn tightly around his throat.
“Hah, still here with us, eh Angeal? We’re growing on you aren’t we -- you’ll be getting your own home here in no time!” Mathias barked with a laugh, his voice somewhat nasally but quite kind. The merchant turned his gaze to Caius, still beaming, “And you’ve brought a friend this time! Are you here to take care of some pests as well, sir?”
The Soldier smiled, gesturing between the two, “Mathias, this is Caius. He’s a mercenary from Torensten.”
Mathias appeared in awe for a moment, before waving a hand at Caius, “Come, come! Who hired you all the way out here? Mossad? I know he’s been having quite the problems lately -- ah, but that’s a different story. Please, help yourself to a bite to eat and some water before you go out for the day! I’m not expecting customers for another hour or so and -- Angeal, where is your cloak? Here, take this, you are no good to us burned to a crisp!”
Angeal had no moment to get a word in edgewise to protest as a lightweight fabric was thrown over his head. He quickly gathered it up, giving Mathias a quick and quiet thank you as the man began rambling to Caius about the different varieties of treats he had behind his counter. Fresh vegetables and fruits from all around, on top of some hearty nuts and granolas that would be good and filling for the day ahead. Nearby was a tap to fresh water; the merchant’s own, tapped directly into his dwelling behind them. Angeal nodded to Caius, a silent go ahead as he removed his sword from his back in order to pull on his own cloak.
With the two mercenaries settled for the moment, Mathias clapped his hands together eagerly, “Now, Mr. Caius, who hired you all the way out here? I will go and grab them post-haste, so you and Angeal can get to work!”
How long can you swallow the pain? Before it comes round again, And a shadow in the valley will lead you to them, So don't follow.
Post by Caius Dragelion on May 30, 2020 22:25:07 GMT -6
The Dragonglaive
@tag Word Count: OOC: Dialogue Color: 196fd1
It took mere seconds for Caius to realize that his lips were dry once more, and he tried to whet them. Unfortunately, this was the trouble of dealing with the issue of being in a dessert. Dry, chapped lips. All the time. He'd had water not 20 seconds ago and all of a sudden his mouth was dry again. This heat was unbearable. But he didn't voice his discomfort. It was a minor discomfort, after all. A very annoying minor discomfort, but still very much just a minor discomfort.
Angeal brought up that it was good there was regulation in mercenary work, and he nodded his head in response. "Keeps people in our group doing the right jobs that actually help people, instead of hurt. Don't need people like that around. If you can make a good living from doing the right thing, then I'd call that a happy enough life."
Angeal led Caius to a stand, giving the man behind the wooden bench a quick wave. Under the beige tarp was a man that Caius didn't recognize, but he seemed friendly enough. The two bantered for a moment, before Angeal introduced him. Caius bowed his head respectfully, hoping that sweat wouldn't literally bead off his head right in front of him. He asked then, who had hired him, asking if it was Mossad. Caius believed that was the name, but it didn't matter too much if he could find him again once this was over.
The offer of food and drink though, was appreciated and Caius gave a thankful nod as food and drink were brought out. Angeal gave him the go ahead as he would sit down and quickly dig in. The trek here had been exhausting, and he was definitely hungry. He quickly washed down anything he ate with anything he could find to drink. When the man returned, he asked about the whereabouts of his employer.
"I believe his name was who you said. I already met with him last night, once I finished my journey here. My instructions have been given, I just decided to rest after the trip first" he explained gingerly. "From the south of here are a group of monsters not too far from town. They've been getting closer lately, so I've been asked to deal with them to keep the monsters from deciding to attack the town."
”Oh, good, very good! In that case, feel free to stay as long as you need at my tent and refill your canteens. Sounds like it may be quite the long day!”
Angeal grabbed a cup as Mathias turned back to setting up his stand, drinking his own fill of water after giving the man an appreciative thanks. He filled his own canteens at the spout at the back of the tent, sealing them tightly once he was finished. He glanced at the food for a moment, but his stomach twisted as the sight of it. The combination of the nightmares and the heat weren’t doing him any favors, and the Soldier ignored the refreshments for now. He could eat when he returned.
“I hope you don’t mind if I join you,” Angeal said to Caius, a cautious smile coming to his face as he wiped away the dripping sweat from his hairline, “You won’t have to split the payout with me, or anything like that. I owe these people a lot for allowing me to stay here while I help them with their monster issues.”
He was more grateful than he could ever explain. Angeal Hewley was a simple man who could appreciate an honest deal, and would always try to pay it back 110%. It had been nice, to stay put somewhere for more than a day or two, and do some actual good in the world. He could only wander and search for his friends for so long, without losing sight of his real purpose in life. Helping others was what he was good at, and it certainly did something to ease the ache in his heart.
The nightmares, however, gave him the hint to move on. Perhaps he’d do so tomorrow.
Angeal reached under Mathias’s stand, pulling out two, lightly green ceramic bottles. He offered one to Caius, “A tea, made with a special flower found out in the desert. It’ll help restore your strength in a pinch, if you get too dehydrated.”
Once the Soldier had his own effects in order, he gave Caius a nod, “I’ll let you lead the way, since you’ve already talked to Mossad about where to head.”
How long can you swallow the pain? Before it comes round again, And a shadow in the valley will lead you to them, So don't follow.
Post by Caius Dragelion on Jun 6, 2020 0:20:00 GMT -6
The Dragonglaive
Angeal Hewley Word Count: OOC: Dialogue Color: 196fd1
Caius had filled his canteens at the river just before coming here, so there was no need. But he appreciated the gesture regardless, and he took a long swig from one of his canteens to help his quickly parching throat before refilling it again, just to show that he wasn't taking the man's kindness for granted. He gave a grateful "thanks" as well for good measure before turning to the food. The food didn't seem the best, but considering he hadn't eaten much on his trek through the desert, Caius didn't really care as he dug in. It was clear he was famished, and considering his size, doubly so if he hadn't eaten much on the way here, and had only woken up recently.
Angeal would bring up his plans to join Caius, asking if he didn't mind. He looked to him as he stated he didn't have to split the payout with him, and he examined him with a curious eye. "I'll take that request this time out of respect for your debt to the locals, but if we work together in the future, I'll insist on splitting" Caius responded, with a curt nod of his head. "You're a good man, Angeal. I'll be happy to fight alongside you out there."
He hoped he could pay this back one day, too. He may owe the villagers, but if he was sticking his neck out to make sure Caius didn't get his cut off, then he owed him one. He'd repay that sooner or later.
Angeal then showed further why Caius owed him one, as he offered a bottle to Caius, which he took with a grateful nod. He said it would restore his strength in a pinch if he became dehydrated. He couldn't thank him enough, really. Once they were ready to go, Angeal asked him to lead the way, and he nodded again as he got up. He thanked the other man again before heading out.
Once they had headed out into the desert, Caius turned his head to look at Angeal.
"I've been meaning to ask. What brought you out here? The desert in general, I mean."
