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This place... It reminded the red-headed man of his home-town of Treno. Some streets makeshift and in ruin, others as grand and rich as royal dominions and with no line in between to even tenuously live upon. A city divided only between the upper and lower classes where sludge and gold pushed against one another in a personal conflict. Indeed, as Amarant walked the broken cobblestone streets, observing the rotting foundations of a once-glorious city, the bandit-king could only muse quietly about the many battles that had brought this place to its knees, what battles might've split this city in two. Scars were etched into the very structure of this city, gashes within the rock, the splinters within the wood, the hopeless people that scurried around the corpses of their homes like rats trying to salvage what remained of their lives. Gaunt, broken in both body and spirit, eyes so deeply sunken into their heads one might mistake them for ghouls if they didn't look closely enough. Some even tried to approach the warrior, arms outstretched, palms upturned, raspy pleads for aid escaping from their chapped lips and quivering throats.
...And they would receive nothing.
One by one, the trail of the needy would fall away back into their holes as Amarant walked past, his massive, ghastly form passing through the horde of desperation like a phantom. He held no pity for these people, no respect. So weak were they that they could not even take their own lives into their own hands, resorting to ankle-biting and begging to live another day. Adults... grown adults using the last of their strength and pride to throw themselves at the feet of another...
What a load of garbage.
Stepping out into the center of town where people walked with straightened backs and determined gazes, Amarant made his way to the nearest hub to pick up the latest round of bounties. He spoke to nobody, his gaze pushing past and through anyone that got between him and his goals, the bandit-king's mere presence telling the pub-master all he needed to know. People had learned to stay out of Amarant's way, shifting to the side to avoid his hulking frame. They looked upon him with curiousity and fear, his chilling aura pushing them away... and drawing them closer. He wanted nothing to do with them, only to continue with his work. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing left for him on Gaia. All he wanted to do now... was to grow strong enough and finish the job Zidane started.
Post by Garnet Til Alexandros XVII on Aug 13, 2020 11:57:00 GMT -6
Cobbles. Garnet had travelled the world, and she still didn't understand who thought cobbles were a good idea. She still remembered the first time she had encountered them in Treno. She was still sure that pickpocket wouldn't have escaped with her gil if the terrain had been more friendly! It wasn't that she was incapable of walking in them, even in her modestly heeled boots, after all, one of her very first adventures had taken her to a cavern made out of ice, and after you had traversed one of those in gripless ankle boots, cobbles didn't pose much of a threat, but what baffled her was the apparent choice behind their design. Particularly in Treno, so famed for its architecture. She would never admit it, but Treno had been something of a letdown after she had so eagerly wanted to visit. Oh, the architecture was fine, although it paled in comparison to Alexandria Castle, but the city had been so dark and so cruel she hadn't much enjoyed her time there.
Fortunately, thus far, Torensten had been something of an improvement. At least she hadn't been pick pocketed yet nor had she had to avoid any alleyways because of worrying looking drunk people. That said, the city seemed much bigger than Treno, and she was only just beginning to explore it. Take for example the rather heavily armed looking crowd who were gathered around some kind of noticeboard. She paused for a moment, almost turning to Zidane to ask him what they were doing before realising they weren't there. Honestly, when they had travelled together, Garnet had mostly tried to work things out for herself; if she asked every time she hadn't understood or recognised something she would have never stopped asking questions, and likely annoyed her companions away, but she had grown so comfortable with Zidane she was happy to ask him when she was confused about something.
Only he wasn't there. She was all alone.
She moved towards the crowd, horribly out of place among the huge, heavily armed figures. She wanted to know what they were doing, and hoped she could figure it out by context. They reminded her of Amarant, strangely enough. They were all big, well muscled, one even had the same blue skin and red hair, the same pointy goatee and dark, hidden eyes-
....in fact, he looked exactly like Amarant Coral. Because he was. Garnet's eyes lit up and her heart skipped a beat. Amarant! If Amarant was here, then the others might be too! Steiner! Eiko! Quina! Zidane! She hurried over, full of excitement.
"Amarant! Amarant!" she was practically bursting with excitement. "It's me! It's... Dagger!" Yes, she still used the false name, despite the lack of a need. Somehow, it felt more right being there, it felt more safe. Plus, well, Zidane always called her it, and in some ways, she thought she was more Dagger than Garnet now. At least, when she was on an adventure. "I cannot believe you are here! Are you alone? I-is Zidane with you?" she asked, hesitating only for a moment before asking that vital question.
Amarant didn't flinch when a sweet, gentle yet excited voice reached his ears. He was simply not capable of it, so hardened by conflict was he. However, he did pause VERY suddenly, his head turning quicker than normal as who else but the princess... or rather Queen of Alexandria ran right up to him, as happy as a clam! A hard frown fell over the angled face of the Bandit-King, a twist of confusion and almost defensiveness at the corners of his lips. What was she playing at...? Not a long time ago, she was leaping to the defense of her precious Zidane, eager to fight in his defense AGAINST Amarant and now... here she was in the middle of a two-faced junk-yard pretending like that didn't happen? For reasons beyond Amarant's understanding, he had come to the conclusion that she was head-over-heels for that incompetent fool-monkey, that she would literally throw herself into danger if it meant keeping him safe. She didn't look like the type to brush off a good smack across the genome's face lightly so...
What was she playing at? Why was she acting the fool? "..."
Even with Garnet standing before him as giddy and hopeful as you like, the Bandit King wouldn't even turn fully to face her, rather standing at a sideways angle, his front facing towards the door to the pub. from the corner of his eye, he would observe her stoicly, chillingly like a hawk and it's prey, attempting to make sense of this mysterious joviality. Amarant's massive arms would cross over his equally broad chest, his back leaning against a nearby pillar, almost as if he hadn't a single care in this world. The air around him seemed to drop in temperature by multiple degrees, condensing and chilling those who came near! His blazing hair contrasted the subdued behavior of the warrior, his blazing dreadlocks swaying lightly in the tender air-flow of the pub like a lively flame freshly burst to into existence!
"What do you think?" Amarant responded flatly after a minute of silence, his voice as heavy and answer as blunt as a two-ton hammer. Something was very wrong here. Either this wasn't Garnet, some imposter trying to replace the girl... or she had completely lost her memory of the past couple weeks. He couldn't honestly believe that after what happened, she'd still treat him with the same... naive friendliness as she had before! Worse still, she was asking about Zidane of all people! The very first thing she asked... was about that wretch. Ugh, even his name left a sour spot in the back of his throat, their fearless leader being too much of a coward to clean up after his own mess. Zidane, who would sooner try and save the biggest threat to Gaia... before ending it right there. Amarant looked down upon Garnet with a scowl of distaste, something she must've grown accustomed to by now, considering who he was and who she was.
"Probably picking someone's pocket or messing around with some girl. Who cares?"
Post by Garnet Til Alexandros XVII on Aug 13, 2020 13:12:45 GMT -6
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The long stare from Amarant was strange, and slowly, Garnet felt her heart sink. Had she made a mistake? Of course, Amarant had always been surly, and hardly the most friendly, and out of the entire team he seemed to be the one who viewed her with the most disdain, the weakling princess in the group, and he was the one who valued only muscle, but... they had been a team, hadn't they? They had fought together against some of the worse things either Gaia or Terra had to offer, they had journeyed to a new world together, when he had been invited, he had even come to her birthday play. There must have been something there, surely? Some friendship?
Surely he did not hate her that much...
"H-he does not do that anymore!" Garnet said, huffing and putting her hands on her hips in annoyance. At least the man had finally answered! The long wait had been incredibly awkward, and Garnet had only grown more and more uneasy as she stood there before him, in the crowd of heavily armed people.
And then, after a moment, she processed what he had just said. It was so... casual... So... without concern. As if he had seen him. As if Zidane WAS here! "W-wait... you mean... you've seen him?" she asked, her voice excited again. "Amarant, please. I-I do not know how I came to be here, or... what is happening, but since I arrived, I have only been alone. You are the first ally I have found, and.... Zidane, if he is here, I must find him. Have you truly seen him or are you merely being...." she paused, searching for the right word. Eiko would say 'Amaranty', but somehow the made-up word refused to grace the young queen's lips. "....you?" she finished, because it was the best way to summarise his behaviour.
"Please, do not push me away. There is much we should discuss, and..." she paused, hesitating awkwardly. "I... need you. I do not think I can do this alone," she admitted. Garnet knew every time she had tried anything alone, she had failed. She had only ever succeeded because of her friends. And Amarant was the only one there, so she needed him now more than ever...
Oh, how completely sickeningly weak of her, practically getting down on her knees before if as if her position as QUEEN meant nothing, even in this place. Garnet plead for his help, BEGGED for his companionship and while normally, this would get someone next to nowhere... this behavior DID confirm his suspicions: This was not the same Garnet as before. This one was softer, less willful, seemingly more reliant on those around her than the one that had witnessed Zidane's beating. That one stood up for herself and the man she loved, her strength in the face of danger... actually commendable. This one? She looked as if she had just woken up in a dark dungeon, her latest memory being that of her cozy, royal-sized bed. Her eyes almost wild with fear, the tone of voice lacking any of the dignity she naturally had at her command as the head of her bloodline, her body language that of a trembling animal. Amarant seemed less than disturbed as he viewed his former colleague breaking down, his expression never changing, his stance seeming to even relax against the pillar he leaned against.
Yeah, they saved the world together. She was almost acting as if Kuja and Necron had somehow brought Amarant into their fold, as if he was just another one of the guys. What Garnet forgot (conveniently, considering she now wanted something from him), was that he was always on the outside, a loner, watching only one of them with any measure of seriousness and not for the same reason as any of the others. He didn't need his guidance. He didn't need his leadership. Amarant joined that group for ONE reason and that was to find and answer to a question. As far as he was concerned, their dealings were done. He didn't want to spend any more time among this rag-tag group of misfits if he could help it, not now that he knew who was leading them.
...Still...
As cold as Amarant was, he wasn't so utterly monstrous that he could outright ignore Garnet's pleads. As embarrassing as it looked from his position, no doubt it was hundreds of times worse for her, a leader of men in her own right. In a way, it took strength for her to put all her cards out on the table and make her true feelings known in a place as public as this, where dozens were watching, gazes burrowing into her back. She was determined to get her answer... And Amarant had no option but to answer.
"Not here. Saw him on some beach in the middle of nowhere." Amarant conceded. "...But you should know that already. You were there with him."
Post by Garnet Til Alexandros XVII on Aug 13, 2020 14:25:58 GMT -6
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Garnet frowned at this latest revelation. It wasn't just his claim that he had seen Zidane on 'some beach in the middle of nowhere', but more how he seemed to be speaking as if it was significantly in the past tense. For that matter, Amarant seemed quite at home in Torensten. As if he had been there for a while.
But how could that be possible? Garnet had only just arrived, and Amarant had been there, at her eighteenth birthday party, only hours before she had arrived here, hadn't he? It didn't seem right. The entire thing made no sense.
"What? No. I have not... been to any beach. I... only arrived here.... maybe a day or so ago. This is the first time I have seen you. I haven't seen Zidane, and I definitely haven't been to a beach. I..." she paused, frowning again, and shook her head. "Amarant, what is going on? The last thing I remember, we were celebrating my eighteenth birthday. Zidane... he... returned during the play. We were reunited. I was..." For a moment, she had to stifle a tear. "...so happy... and then, I was here. In some swamp. I managed to find my way to town, find a change of clothes, but..." she paused again. "I saw Kuja. He's alive. He's here, somehow. I don't... I feel like I'm trapped in some nightmare. I finally... I was finally happy, and now I'm here, alone, and I don't understand what's happening. And it's not like before, when I didn't understand what my mother was up to, or who Kuja was, this time... I feel like it's the universe that doesn't make sense..." she paused again, before looking back at Amarant.
"We have to go and find Zidane. Can you show me where you found him? We need to try and find a way back home, and we should be together when we do it. Especially with Kuja on the loose. Who knows what he's actually planning?" she suggested. Of course, it didn't occur to her that Amarant would just say 'no'.
"Surely you do not intend to remain here?" she asked, slightly taken aback by how he still seemed so cold and distant.
Oh. Great. She was about to cry. Amarant really didn't think she was that pathetic, on the verge of breaking down right there in front of everybody! ...Even he was starting to get uncomfortable. Amarant, who was arrogant to his core, he who had a skin of steel, he who has everything roll right off his back... was starting to feel his own walls being weathered away! Look at this girl. She wasn't a QUEEN! She as just some kid who had her whole world turned upside-down, inside out and backwards, everything stripped from her to her idiot boyfriend to her entire country! By some luck she found one of the only people she recognizes in this world and here he was, practically hitting her with even MORE confusion and disorientation! Sometimes it was hard for Amarant to even START to remember that everyone in the world wasn't like him, whether it was for the better or not. People weren't as hard, as tough as he with neither the strength or will to carry them forward. A woman like Garnet who had seen many battles, who had killed in the name of many causes, who had lead her country into battle... was just a kid. No matter what she had to do, no matter what level of monstrosities she had to fight, no matter how dark a world she lived in.... Garnet was still just a kid. "Dammit..." Amarant growled under his breath, his voice sharp with annoyance. "I hate kids..." The Bandit King would push himself off the pillar he leaned against, walking right past Garnet towards the exit, expecting her to follow. He needn't gesture nor speak a command, his body-language serving the purpose it had to in order to grab Garnet's attention, he believed. Should the Queen follow him out, into the near-empty streets, Amarant would slow down his stride just enough to allow her to comfortably keep pace, his eyes locked firmly on the road ahead.
"You were in this world before." He explained. "Weeks ago. You had already found Zidane, staying with him on a beach, talking or something. I don't know about what. I followed you two there and I told you what you apparently already know: Kuja is alive. Yeah. What you don't know is that Zidane was the one who saved him, putting this world and ours in danger. Again."
Amarant would pause for a moment, granting Garnet a moment or two for that to sink in.... again, seeing as she lost all her recent memories. Whatever was pulling them in here... it must have some control over their memories. It seemed TOO convenient that Garnet remembered everything but what had just happened.
"...Yeah. I don't plan to stick around." Amarant remarked, addressing Garnet's assumption. "...And I will find Zidane. That hypocrite can't disappear after everything said and did. As for Kuja? If Zidane won't kill him, I will."
Post by Garnet Til Alexandros XVII on Aug 13, 2020 15:37:36 GMT -6
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Garnet put her hands back on her hips as he muttered under his breath and looked at him sharply. "I heard that," she remarked, when he called her a 'kid'. She didn't argue further, but only because the words stung more than her defiant look suggested. Was that all she was? After all she had been through, after all she had learned? Garnet always worried that deep down she was still just a coddled child, a spoiled brat who didn't understand the world, even after everything she had been through. She was always worried that even though she carried the title of Queen, she was just a clueless little girl who nobody would ever take seriously. That even the loyalty and love she inspired from Steiner and Beatrix was because she was a child to them, and not a leader. That she really was useless. She always felt so helpless. So... pathetic...
No. She couldn't feel that way anymore. She was a queen now.
She turned back to Amarant, ready to try and assert herself, to tell him she was no child, that he should respect her as an adult, when he spoke more, and she lost her train of thought, her confidence faltering. Wait. She had been here before? Living on a beach with Zidane? In that brief moment, it seemed both impossible and insanely idealistic. She tried to imagine that, no people, no responsibility, no titles and expectations, just her and Zidane, living in peace.
It seemed impossible, of course. Even if you offered that to her, she knew she had her responsibilities back home. She knew what she had to do. She could never have that life. She was queen of Alexandria, and she always would be. She had a duty to her people to find a way back. She thought about that beach, about Zidane living with her there... She realised she felt jealous. Jealous of herself. Was that silly? Of course it was, but this other Garnet, who had that life on the beach with Zidane, oh, how Garnet wished it was her. Well, it was her. How Garnet wished she could remember. It sounded so... perfect.
She paused at the news that Zidane saved Kuja. She had known that was what he set out to do, but she had never realised he had been successful. It was so hard to process. Kuja had done so much evil, killed so many, but he was Zidane's brother, and... her mother had done the same. If Garnet could have saved her, she would have. She tried to. She tried everything to. She paused, and looked away. "My Mother committed sins equal to Kuja's. Perhaps worse. But I tried to save her. If you gave me the chance to, I would have. I cannot blame Zidane for saving Kuja. I... hate Kuja... I always will. I hate him with every fibre of my being, but I cannot ask Zidane to let him die when I could not do so to my own mother. My mother who enslaved Vivi's people. And yet... it tore me apart to see her die," she reminded Amarant.
"Our objective was never to kill Kuja. It was to stop him. And we did. We saved Gaia. We saved all life as we know. Kuja is here, but his Trance form is gone, he does not have my eidolons, he is considerably less of a threat. If he tries anything, if we're all together, I know that we can stop him again," she said, meaning every word. Naive faith? She was sure Amarant would think so. But she believed it.
It didn't matter how angry Amarant was at Zidane though, he was willing to look for him. And when Garnet realised it, her features lit up. "I knew you would! Thank you! We should gather some supplies. We could leave first thing in the morning..." she said, already formulating a plan for their journey to locate Zidane. She still didn't understand how he had been here weeks, with another version of her, but that didn't matter, did it? Not against finding him. Not against being with him again.
She would find him. And cross the mystery of her lost memories after the fact.
"Your mother was nothing." Amarant fired back harshly but dispassionately, as if explaining the nature of death to a young child. "Where she wiped out a nation, Kuja destroyed his own planet and just about did ours in too. Your mother used his soldiers in his plan to fulfill his purposes. Kuja has more blood on his hands including hers... and you're okay with that?" He seemed genuinely surprised, his head turning in her direction slightly, his emerald eyes gleaming inquisitively out from under his sanguine hair. Not a drop of outrage tainted his voice... but genuine curiosity that she would let her tormentor walk the earth simply because they took his toys away.
"Who cares what he thinks?" Amarant stated flatly, clenching his fingers into a tight hammer-of-a-fist. "You realize that he'll do here what he did on Gaia AND Terra, right? He'll probably kill someone you care about first just to get his jollies off. Probably start with Zidane. And what if his time runs out again? Think he won't try to destroy this world too?" Hard questions. Worthy questions, fitting for those who believed themselves so noble as to not take matters into their own hands. What was a leader to do when their people were are threatened? What was a man to do when their was a dangerous foe staring you in the face? Garnet was supposed to be responsible for a thousand people... and she didn't even have the strength to realize when someone needed to die...?
...What nonsense. Garnet would attempt to proclaim what their mission was, what they had set out to do. At that, Amarant shake his head.
"Your goals. Not mine. You might not think its your place, but that's not how I do things. I don't care if Zidane doesn't have the guts to take out Kuja. I do." Defiant until the end, the red-headed man. No respect for the thief, not anymore. Everything he had tried to teach Amarant he had gone back on, from his belief in friendship on the Invincible to his determination to stop Kuja at the end of the world. That monkey was only good for speeches and half-measures, strong enough to do JUST enough, to put a band-aid on the problem and walk away. He never finished anything, never really lived up to his word.
"Kuja's dying one way or another. The difference is how many people die at his hands between then and now."
Garnet would attempt to thank Amarant for helping her and, at that, Amarant would simply hold up a hand, stopping her.
Post by Garnet Til Alexandros XVII on Aug 14, 2020 1:00:56 GMT -6
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The attack on her mother stung a little, but Garnet had steeled herself against such things long ago. The loss of her mother had been so painful, so difficult, and some days, it still hurt. Some days, she would wake up in the mornings, and there would be a wonderful, brief moment where she forgot all the tragedy that had happened, where she thought she would find her mother, the good woman she once was, waiting for her in the downstairs chamber, before reality came crashing back. But she had accepted the loss, she knew that she had to move on, that she had to focus on her future, and she could push it down when she needed to, let it retreat to the back of her mind.
Besides, in a rather odd way, Amarant was trying to be nice. By telling her her mother's schemes were nothing compared to Kuja, he was reminding her that her mother hadn't been as bad. Sadly, Garnet did not think the people of Burmecia or Cleyra would agree, and even after the time of peace and the kingdoms working together, even with her beneficial position of being respected by Uncle Cid and Lindblum, she knew she had a long road ahead of her in healing the politics of the world. It would be a long time before the sight of Alexandrian soldiers was ever trusted again.
But he kept on, and finally, he got to her. When he asked if she was 'okay with that', she turned, a glare in her eyes. "Of course I am not 'okay with that'," she shot back, her voice angry, for a moment radiating that royal authority that had been naturally ingrained in her since she was six years old, her tone, while not commanding, that tone of voice that was used to her commands being followed, and used to being respected. Garnet so very rarely sounded like that, she was softly spoken and polite, and it was even rarer that true anger laced her voice. Sorrow, pain, heartbreak, passion, these were all emotions she was intimately familiar with, but expressing true anger? It was rare. It was unbecoming of a princess and a queen, so it wasn't something she often did, but here, Amarant had pushed her far enough. "Kuja murdered my mother, he destroyed my Kingdom, he violated me and took my power and used it to kill so many others... I watched..." she hesitated, having to stop, try to regain control of her voice. She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't sob. Not before Amarant. Not over this. "...I watched as my kingdom burned, destroyed by the very power that came from within me. That was ripped from within me. Because of him. I watched the people I was duty bound to lead, duty bound to protect, murdered by my own power. I..." she stopped, and she turned away, regaining her composure. She might be undercover as Dagger, but it still wasn't becoming to act this way. Especially not when Amarant cared so little for her. This pain, these emotions, she might have told Zidane in that moment, but Amarant shouldn't see them. Besides, she always told Zidane, she told everybody, that she had processed that part of her past, that she had moved on. That she could handle it now. She hadn't thought it was a lie, but her outburst made her think maybe it was.
"Do you understand how it felt? After all we had been through, after all I knew I had ahead of me, leading Alexandria, rebuilding my kingdom, our relationships, undoing all the damage my mother and Kuja had done... at sixteen years old, being queen, with no parents, no real family, only the family I had forged for myself... And I had one thing that I knew would help me. I had him. Zidane. With Zidane by my side, I truly thought I could do anything. But... then, when I needed him most, he chose Kuja over me. He went to save the very man who had inflicted all that tragedy upon me," she explained, her voice somewhat calmer now, although still racked with pain. "It would have been so very easy to hate him for that, but I could not. Because I understood. Because, Zidane understood Kuja. He knew that he could have become him, had the situation been reversed, that Kuja had fallen so far through no fault of his own. I wanted to give into my emotions and be angry that Zidane abandoned me. There were days when I woke up alone and yes, I wanted to see his face just so that I could shout and scream at him for abandoning me. But I did not, because I understood. That's what love is. It is sometimes putting what somebody else needs to do before your own needs. Zidane needed to rescue Kuja. It was something he had to do for himself. I could not stand in the way, and I should not. So no, I am not 'okay with it', I shall never be 'okay with it', but... I love Zidane, and if he is, indeed, 'okay with it', then I shall at least endeavour to accept it," she finished firmly.
"If we cross paths with Kuja, I suspect we shall have to fight him. If we do so, I guarantee I shall fight by your side, but if he does not plan to harm anybody, for now, my priority is finding Zidane, not finding and killing Kuja," she answered, her composure back, her voice its dainty, soft self again.
"As I recall, you always have had your own reasons," she replied, when he interrupted her thanks. "But, regardless, you could travel alone. Instead, you have agreed to travel with, and to assist me, and for that, I am thankful," she nodded her head a little, even if the words probably seemed a little odd after her outburst of previous anger.
