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Cecil stopped outside of a two story building made of brick and paned glass windows. Over the door was a sign painted with a logo of a dragon and a sword. It was a mercenary group, he’d heard, the type to take cases from anyone so long as the work was just. Cecil felt a familiar unease turn in his heart as he looked back to the flyer in his hand. He’d heard of them, yes, but could they be of aid? Was there anything to be done for his plight?
He closed his eyes. Even the smells of the city were strange.
Starting from the mountain, he hadn’t known where he was or where he was going. There was nowhere to go as far as he could tell. These lands were foreign and unknown to him. They hummed with strange machinery that smelled of oil and iron. They bustled with working men clustered together in cities that reached for the sky. He had heard no talk of knights or kings or crystals. There was nothing here of the world he’d left behind. Nothing but memories.
”Rosa. Where are you?” He looked again to the sign. Was she here in this same, strange world? Had she been banished elsewhere by Zeromus’ power or (his breath caught at the thought) had she survived at all? That was not something he could consider. His friends were alive, he knew, and if he did not search for them then who would?
He let out a sigh of resolution and started towards the door.
Stepping through the door was like passing through time. The walls were set with mounted swords, shields, and a spear left to lean against the far corner. To the left was a wooden table carved by hand, and to the right was a hearth framed by bricks. Cecil looked around uncertainly. There was no one behind the front desk.
”Hello?” He paused, waiting for an answer before venturing forward and touching carefully at the desk’s edge. There was a quill propped in the corner and ink dried, smeared, and stained into the wooden grains. He looked up and peered around the hallway. Outside, he heard the clink of swords.
He’d wait then. Cecil folded the flyer and took his place at the table, his armor clinking as he took his seat. Dim sunlight wafted through the windows, growing ever fainter. Soon night would fall, and with it an empty sky. He would not look to it, he thought. Not to its single moon and the hollow space its twin had left behind. But he knew this was a lie. His eyes would be drawn to it no matter his resolution, and he would be as lost as the place of his birthright.
But while the sun still shone, he would keep his eyes ahead. For his friends. For the light.
Post by Caius Dragelion on May 16, 2020 14:58:04 GMT -6
The Dragonglaive
@cecil Word Count: OOC: TWO GIANT PAINT BUBBLES Dialogue Color: 196fd1
Celes had gone out to take a few jobs of her own. While the recruits could go awhile without their presence, Caius knew that Celes would probably worry, so he had decided to stick around for at least a period during her absence. He hoped that would settle her nerves a bit, as she seemed a bit antsy when she left. Even if he didn’t know the actual reason for it, he still hoped it might help. She still wasn’t talking to him much though, and he wasn’t sure how to handle that. He didn’t want to confront her unless it became a serious problem to their work, which it wasn’t right now. Even if he did find himself missing her company.
For today though, Caius had his hands full. He had been trying to learn how to fulfill duties on-base like training and paperwork and while he had picked up on training better, dealing with job paperwork and taxes was still a… Learning experience. At the very least he had learned how to do it. Not fast, but he was doing it. It was a start.
Caius had nearly fallen asleep at the desk when a door opening shot him up to alert. Whoever had opened the door had hesitated, so Caius would get to his feet. He stumbled about and promptly fell over, hitting the wall in the corner out of drowsiness. When the figure walked in and looked to the front desk, nobody was there. Letting out a low groan, Caius rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he slowly got to his feet. He was definitely not used to just sitting around and writing things for long periods. That would need to change. Either way, when he would get to his feet, the figure had sat down. Long silver (or was it white?) hair, armored. A warrior, by the looks of it. Caius had no clue how to approach them considering he would just be popping up from nowhere, but he couldn't just stand there until he left either.
Celes was far better at these things, he thought. But he'd try. Letting out a low breath, he would step out from behind the desk and sit down on the opposing side of the table from him. "Afternoon" He chirped, managing a warm smile as he tried to clear the cobwebs from his head. "What can we do for you, sir?"
He STILL hasn't gotten the Zephon explanation. Poor boy.
I will turn darkness into hallowed light
Cecil had hardly settled into his seat before a man took his place beside him. Cecil blinked in surprise, looking from him to the once empty desk with a kind of startled wonder. Where had he come from? He’d been certain he was alone. Perhaps he wasn’t so perceptive as he’d thought…
Not that he minded the company. He had come with a purpose after all.
”Afternoon.” The man had a soft look to him. He seemed to have a good heart, and at a glance, he had Cecil’s trust. ”What can we do for you, sir?”
”It’s Cecil. Please.” He smiled at the man with some genuine warmth. He had expected a rough gang of swordsmen with an attitude befitting their gruff nature. He hadn’t been greeted so kindly in some time. ”I’ve heard that you take commissions.” Cecil paused. ”I haven’t any proper currency, but I was hoping to reach an agreement.”
He’d quickly discovered the worth of his gil. While he still carried thousands of it, they were minted under the kingdoms of his homeland. Here, they carried no king’s stamp of authenticity. It was a strange and unsettling prospect.
”I find myself...lost.” He lowered his eyes. How was he to explain it to someone of native birth? This man would know nothing of Zemus or his power. Would he believe his tale of darkness and light? Cecil didn’t know, but there was nothing to do but try.
”I was facing a dark power. I was overwhelmed by it, and then…” Cecil closed his eyes. ”I know not of my fate nor that of my comrades. I’ve heard that your men are good at heart. Perhaps you could aid me in my search.”
His aid for nothing in return. It was a sad offer, and one not of interest to most. Still, Cecil felt a kind of kinship with this man no matter how rough he seemed. He might have worn a dusted jacket, beaten and weathered by hardship, but Cecil sensed a light within him. Perhaps he would take pity upon him. That was what Cecil would have done.
”I can offer you my gil. They are of a foreign mint, but perhaps the metal will be some worth.” Cecil raised his head to meet the mercenary’s eyes. His own were steadfast in his resolve. ”Or I could offer payment with my service. So long as your cause is just, I would gladly raise my sword.”
Post by Caius Dragelion on May 21, 2020 11:00:26 GMT -6
The Dragonglaive
@cecil Word Count: OOC: Dialogue Color: 196fd1
Caius could tell at a glance that the armored man had a good heart. There was something about his expression that just felt... Wholesome. He had the look of a gentle soul, despite his armored figure. He had the look of those holy knights he had read about in those fiction tales. Silly things they were, but they did make for something to do when he couldn't sleep. Which admittedly, had been a lot lately. Something he hadn't admitted to the others. He was hoping to stave it off himself without troubling the others with the admission. He didn't want to worry them, especially not Celes.
He'd stressed her out enough the last time they had talked at length.
The man called himself Cecil, and Caius smiled as he held out a hand to shake. "Caius. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir Cecil" He answered, managing to nod off the sleepiness a bit more and do his best to take that professional outlook he knew he needed in these situations. The man stated he heard they took commissions, which he assumed he was talking about mercenary jobs. He nodded his head in affirmative. The man had an air of elegance, yet at the same time it was incredibly gentle. Truly, he may very well have been the most noblest of knights. His speech reminded him of that of knights and kings from the stories. Not the Kings he knew of course, the only King he had ever met was a fairly casual speaker most of the time. Caius spoke more formally than he did, having been taught to speak this way as a Kingsglaive by his peers, without any thought to how their King would end up being. Ironic, wasn't it?
Cecil told his story. He was lost, he said. Facing a dark power, and then...
He was here. That's the impression he got. It was a story Caius had heard many times by now. Him stating that his gil was of foreign mint and wouldn't be much use here besides as metal, and even offering his own sword in service if that would not suffice. He was clearly a good man, raised well, taught right. But his story and explanation told Caius everything he needed to know about the matter at hand. But he did need to make sure, first.
"Tell me, Cecil. Where are you from?" He inquired. He knew what the most likely conclusion would be here, but Caius wanted to make sure first. Caius knew of no other places outside of the regions he had been to, and the odds of there being other countries even further... Well, they were possible, but slim. And way too far for there to be any chance that Cecil was spirited here from them. There was only one likely explanation. And one he wouldn't charge a thing for telling him.
It's okay, Cecil. Just wander the world and team up with the first old guy or child you meet.
I will turn darkness into hallowed light
"Tell me, Cecil. Where are you from?"
Cecil raised his eyes. There was the question. He knew not how to answer -- only what he had been told was absurd. Cecil hesitated. Would this man be the one to listen? Would he take his tale as truth and provide some comfort in it? The man had kind eyes. Whatever he thought, Caius would not mock him.
There was nothing for Cecil but the truth.
”I served under the Kingdom of Baron,” he said. He did not expect Caius to know it. After so long, he had lost hope. ”In all this time, I have heard no tell of it. I fear I’ve been lost.”
That fear rose again even now. What had Zeromus done? It was not something he could answer. That rising darkness had been a being of pure hatred. His magic was crueler than death.
”I’ve been separated from my companions,” Cecil said and then stopped. It felt wrong to speak so much. He had never been one to say more than what was necessary. Even now, it made him uneasy as though he was nothing more than a child caught in Kain’s confident shadow. Still, this was not a time to hold back. He needed answers. He needed aid.
For his friends, he would speak.
”I’m in search of my fiance. She’s a talented white magic at the top of her field. Then there’s a summoner skilled in black magic, a dragoon, and…” He hesitated. Dare he say it aloud? ”And a warlock clad in black armor.”His brother. The thought still chilled him.
Golbez, his brother. Golbez, the man he had sought to kill, and the man who had spilled his blood in return. When Cecil had imagined his family, he had never dreamt of this.
”I’ve heard that your men travel the country. Perhaps you would come across them. I would do anything to see them again.” Just to hear that they were safe. Just to know that they had not perished under Zeromus’ dark hand.
Post by Caius Dragelion on May 26, 2020 21:17:42 GMT -6
The Dragonglaive
@cecil Word Count: OOC: Dialogue Color: 196fd1
Baron... No, that didn't sound like anywhere he had ever heard of. It was a Kingdom, too. If it was a small town he just hadn't seen yet, no way he would call it a Kingdom. And judging by his garb... Well, it was pretty clear what was going on. Caius let out a sigh. He knew this wasn't going to be easy to hear, but it was best that he heard it.
His circumstances sounded not too far from his own, too. Attacked by an evil one with dark magic, and suddenly... Here. With nobody he knew in sight. Not even his fiance. He thought back on his conversations with Yuna, and with Aera. His fiance? The person that he loved most, and wanted to spend the rest of his life with? Being separated from her must be... Gods. It was no wonder he was searching for her. Caius figured he would be too, in his position.
He had held back at first, Caius had noticed. The pauses, the facial expressions... They told of hesitation. But it seemed he had decided that the practical benefit of gaining information was worth the risk of divulging. But unfortunately, he hadn't seen anyone that he had described. Yuna was a talented white mage, but she was from Spira, not Baron. And Aera, as Oracle, was likely something like a White Mage too. But she was engaged to Ardyn. Not to mention obviously not from anywhere called Baron. Joanna was a possibility, too, but... She didn't seem the type.
There was little he could do except explain his situation, and oblige his request to look out for them. After mulling it over a few moments, he decided to explain.
"I'm not charging you for this, but..." he trailed off, with a last minute bit of thought to his words. "Sir Cecil, I apologize. This might not be easy to hear, but I don't think you're in the world that you know anymore" Caius admitted with a small frown, keeping his voice soft and gentle as he could. He hoped that if he remained calm, then it would help Cecil as well. "This world is a melting pot of people who have been transferred from other worlds. Some go back, some don't. It's random. One day people are here, the next they're gone, likely sent back by the whims of whoever governs this world. I've been here for a few years now" he admitted softly.
"But the news isn't all bad, I promise. What I do know, by my experiences so far... Once a world has been opened up once to drop someone in here, that world is likely to be used again. And this world seems to have a funny way of focusing more on people who are linked together in some way."
Except for Caius. He had been taken from a world that otherwise had been entirely skipped over. Not even the people he knew, knew him. Not even his own liege. It was a lonely thing, and one he tried not to think about too much. He had a life here to focus on now.
"So it's very much possible that your companions will be returned to you eventually. I've met plenty of people who have been reunited with those they cherish. Just give it time. But for now, I would recommend you focus on you. Find your place in this world, make a life for yourself here. You never know how long you could be here, and if your friends ever join you... It would be good to have put down roots so you can help them in turn. Just... Try not to do what I did, thinking about it too much. Focus on the here and now. Time goes by fast that way."
He took a breath. This was never easy, and would never get any easier. But he tried to remain positive as he fished some gil from his pack and slid it across the table.
"Get yourself something to eat and a place to stay. That should cover you for a night or two, give you time to look for work, maybe on the bulletin boards. Get a nest egg going, put down roots. And if I happen to see anyone of your description, I'll bring you up to them. Don't sweat paying it back" he added, as he found himself smiling slightly.
"I know what it's like to serve a kingdom one day and suddenly be here the next."
Caius gave him a sad look. A pitying look. Cecil grew uneasy under the weight of it, not certain of its meaning, but dreading it all the same. He had told his story -- and quite the unfortunate one at that -- but this look…
It was one the spoke of tragedy and news best left unsaid. He had seen it in the eyes of soldiers grieving the dead. It was something that no one wanted to speak aloud.
"Sir Cecil, I apologize. This might not be easy to hear, but I don't think you're in the world that you know anymore.”
Cecil paused. Yes, he knew that, or at least he had known deep within his heart. This was a world that knew nothing of his home. This was a world which had never known the cruelty of his kingdom nor the light of the red moon. He didn’t know what it meant to be a “melting pot” nor did he understand its mechanics of arrival and departure. These things did not trouble his mind, however. Not compared to his confirmed reality.
”I cannot,” Cecil said, lowering his head. Focus on himself? Put down roots? No. He was not meant for such a simple life, not in such a foreign land. How could he rest until he had reunited with his companions? How could he rest until he had returned home?
Cecil felt his fist tighten. How would he get by in a land such as this? He would manage, he thought. He always had.
”You are a knight then?” Cecil raised his head and looked to him. Caius did not look the part. He had no nobility about him and no feel of training and professionalism. Still, he looked even less the part of a liar. He had served a kingdom, and he knew the grief of its loss.
”I’m sorry.” Cecil’s eyes drifted down. ”You must have loved it dearly. As I have.” His throat tightened. In all of his panic over his friends and Zeromus, he had nearly forgotten Baron. What would it do in his absence? Would it fall into chaos without a king? If Zeromus had escaped the moon…
Cecil fought back a shudder. He refused to consider it.
”You are a kind man, Sir Caius. I can tell that you are of good heart and speak with experience.” Cecil hesitated. ”But I cannot grow roots here. My place is in Baron -- nowhere else. Even if I were to rest, it would not come easily.”
He imagined it, finding a place to live in this city. Finding work like a common hired sword. No, he would never rest in such a world. It would bite into his very soul.
He sighed. ”Their names are Rosa, Rydia, and Kain. You might also find a ninja prince in this land. If we were all spirited away together.” He hesitated. Once again, the terrible thought occurred that he alone may have been spared Zeromus’ wrath. It wasn’t a productive thought.
Post by Caius Dragelion on Jun 5, 2020 23:36:48 GMT -6
The Dragonglaive
@cecil Word Count: OOC: Dialogue Color: 196fd1
Cecil's reaction was an expected one, considering what he could tell by the man's mannerisms so far. He sighed. He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all. Delivering this kind of news to someone who would react more strongly for sure... It was always painful. Yet, it was necessary. Caius' eyes were pained as Cecil mandated that he could not and would not focus on himself. How familiar was this? He said that his place was in Baron, and nowhere else. Caius bit his lip. Yep, he definitely knew this story. Hadn't Caius done all he could to get back as soon as he could, frantic with the circumstances that he had left his world? And nearly ended his own life when it was clear to him that he wasn't going back.
He gave some names, and he committed them to memory with a nod of his head. His thoughts turned to his question before.
"Caius Ignis Dragelion. Former Kingsglaive to Noctis Lucis Caelum, Chosen King of Lucis" he introduced properly, with a fist to his heart -- a knightly salute complimented by a half-bow of his head and upper body. "We Kingsglaive borrow the power of the Crystal through the King, to carry out his will. While I no longer serve a King, through the Dragonblades I can use that power to serve the people of Serentestra. I was brought here after thwarting an attempt on my King's life. Whether I was simply sent here, or was killed and given a second chance, I don't know" Caius admitted softly. This was part of the story he didn't tell very often.
"I was just like you when I came here, too. Frantic to get back, desperate to know if my King was safe. It's been a few years, and... I've come to realize that my King is strong. He survived, I know he did. I believe in him, and his ability to lead Lucis. And I've likely been sent here for a reason. I've come to accept that my part in defending Lucis is over. The gods have seen fit to bring me here to play a part in this world. Perhaps when my part is over, I will be sent back, I don't know. I may be stuck here forever, or I may suddenly be sent back one day. I don't know these things for sure. Nobody here does."
He let out a sigh. "What I do know is that there isn't much use in letting it hamper the good I can do here. I've got plenty of threats to this land to handle. A bandit clan that's been wreaking havoc and has declared war on my guild. A daemon in the shape of a man who spreads a plague. A rampaging witch that can manipulate time. A temple once housing a Lich that I helped kill, and yet is still leaking scores of undead into the outside world... Plenty of things for me to do and hope that one of them might be my reason for coming here" Caius brought up with a shrug. "Could be one of them might be yours. As for your companions, I can definitely write if I meet any of them. And let them know you're here. Least I can do."
Giving him some kind of possible direction seemed to be the best he could do here. He couldn't really leave him to wallow in panic. It wouldn't be right.
”Caius Ignis Dragelion. Former Kingsglaive to Noctis Lucis Caelum, Chosen King of Lucis."
Then he was a knight. Cecil smiled, nodding to him in acknowledgement. Despite everything, it came as a kind of relief to meet another so dedicated to his king. There were many outside of service that had kind hearts and strove for the light, but they would never truly understand. Caius may have been an unorthodox knight, but he was dedicated all the same.
Cecil saw it in his eyes and his solid salute. They were of the same kind.
Caius went on about his previous service, his desperation, and his current task. Cecil listened, his brows furrowing in thought. Sent here for a reason? Playing a part in this world? It wasn’t anything that Cecil had considered, and it wasn’t something he thought he would ever agree with. But his intention at least was an undeniable good. He listened, measuring his words.
Demons spreading plague? Rampaging witches? Swarms of undead? Cecil threaded his fingers together, troubled. After a moment, he lowered his head.
”The people are in danger,” he said, and then paused before looking at Caius directly. ”If you would have me then I would like to join your cause. There’s great evil here, and I can’t stand by to watch it happen.” He looked up at the ceiling. Beyond it there was an unfamiliar sky -- one which he could not comprehend. He closed his eyes.
”I could not take your name,” he said. ”I am a knight of Baron and I would not call myself anything else. But if I could travel the world with purpose then surely it would do more good than searching it for no other means but my own.”This was right. He knew that it was, and that it would give him some cause in this new world. He would see his way home. He would see his way back to Baron and the blue planet which he so loved. But he could not stand by while injustice was done. He raised his head.
”Please. Let me raise my sword beside you. I will offer my aid in any way that I can.”
Post by Caius Dragelion on Jul 16, 2020 17:11:15 GMT -6
The Dragonglaive
@cecil Word Count: OOC: Dialogue Color: 196fd1
It was difficult to say. Was this truly the work of fate? Were people like Caius and Cecil, thrown here from another world, here for a reason? Caius had done his part to make a difference so far and intended to do even more. He liked to think that whoever had thrown him here had wanted that after he had done his part in Lucis. But it was still just a lot of "I don't know" and that did bother him. And yet, he didn't let it get in the way of his work. If he really was just cast to the wind, then he had made a life here. If he was fated to be here, and fated to one day go back, then he would be back one day stronger than before, to serve a new purpose once the once he served here was finished.
Not that he wouldn't mind staying here. Unlike Cecil, Caius' attachments were all here. From the Dragonblades, to the woman he loved. They were all here. Cecil's though, were all in his own world. So Caius could understand his overwhelming desire to go back, and he felt for him for that. But Cecil was a knight, and it was clear in how he responded to Caius' talk of current dangers that he was no false knight at all.
He offered to join his cause, though not to join the Dragonblades officially as a mercenary. Understandable enough, and he nodded his head as a means of acknowledging and accepting his offer. "I accept your offer, Sir Cecil. If we have any ongoing jobs, or current dangers that I feel could merit your attention, I'll be in touch. I'm intending to foray out to Sonora in a little while though, once my companion has finished her own journey and returned. While I am in Sonora, I will keep an eye out for anyone you've named, and bring them back here I find them" he promised.
"As for my companion... She is also my co-leader, and if you have need of us and I am not here, she is just as capable, if not moreso than I am. Her name is Celes Chere, sometimes goes by her previous rank of General. You will not be wanting for a strong ally with her around."
