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[attr="class","dec3"] @barret Alexander Sorel @fran @zell @emma
First round for introductions!
The storm has raged for fifteen days and fifteen nights with no end in sight. The docks are swept by the crashing waves, and you have to grab the creaking wooden posts to withstand them. You are soaked through to your bones, shivering, breathless. The rain assaults your eyes, leaving only blurry shapes through the gale.
At the end of the dock, a ship rides the coastal waves. The sailors scramble to prepare it for the harrowing task ahead. The wood creaks. The ropes thrash in the wind. After some time, the boarding ramp is lowered, and they usher you on board.
Many have been lost to these waters and the fiends that lurk within. As the ship makes its unsteady way out of the darkened harbor, it feels almost certain that you will be the next to join them.
Torensten is in a state of emergency, and for your own reasons, you’ve heeded the call. King Hremit has worked tirelessly with the sages at the University of the Magi to supply you with aid. Firstly, they’ve cast protective charms on the ship, hoping that when activated, they will counteract the corruption and still the surrounding seas for exactly an hour. Secondly, they’ve fashioned a spotlight made of unquenchable fire and attached it to the mast so that you can see through the blackened night. Finally, pendants were crafted using shards excavated from the Metaia Temple’s Earth Crystal. These should guide you to the Kraken and the Water Shrine respectively.
All of these feel like nothing but worthless trinkets as the coast disappears from sight and there is nothing but rolling waves and the deep bellow of thunder. Unease curls in your stomach as the lead ship occasionally slips from sight, lost beyond the waves and thick, sea foam. You can only hope it stays the course.
Until then, there are only your fellow adventurers and the sailors rushing about in a constant state of urgency. Though the pendant guides you, there is no end in sight.
Heed this, Our call Those of us Devoured by the sea
Rainstorms were the worst type of weather, in Fran's opinion. They had caused herself and her partner in crime, Balthier, to remain flightless for far too long. Her home was the skies. And with the torrential downpour that seemed to never end... Well, she couldn't stand idly around. News spread of troupes going to face the terrible sea beast and while she did not want to necessarily fight alongside those people, the prospect of being paid for an endeavor made it... A bit more tolerable. And yet, she was a wanted criminal I'm these parts... Funny how things worked in a crisis.
Fran had managed to get on board one of the ships, donned in her usual attire yet a dark cloak draped over her shoulders. It was an attempt to keep warm, though dry she was not. The hood had to be cut in such a way so that her ears could comfortably like through the fabric, as it was easier than having them pressed down. She remained below deck, leaning as best she could against a pole. She watched as the sailors scrambled around trying to gain control of the ship. She shifted her weight to her other hip and adjusted the longbow that was strapped to her back. A part of her wanted to wrinkle her nose. The sea was not where she was meant to be, and it surely was not where she wanted to die.
until your hope has died. beat down, until victory is mine
E
mma had been hanging around Torensten to survey and profile the people in charge for the Turks. It was a very interesting society, certainly far different from that of her own world. These people replaced technology with magic, and were apparently capable of drawing on the mystic arts without materia. In fact, materia didn't even exist here, which meant the few she had on hand were all the more precious. While working on her mission, the weather had become far more unpleasant. Was this common to this city? Still, no bit of weather, bad or otherwise, was going to stop her from finishing her task. It was as she spied on the people that she learned that the weather was not some fluke of nature, but actually some kind of trouble. More magic stuff it seemed. Regardless, the king himself offered up a reward for dealing with these issues. Some money and possibly some renown would be good for the Turks in this world. Emma couldn't miss this opportunity. She signed up.
So the situation involved some great beast and a water crystal. The magic stuff was a bit beyond her unfortunately, something Emma knew she'd have to rectify if she wanted to get anywhere in this world. There were several groups being formed, each taking a different ship to head out into the chaos. The rain continued to batter hard, as if warning them against progress. Bad weather was still not going to stop her. Emma stood on the ship staring out as far as she could see, which wasn't all that far if she was honest. The fact that she was wearing shades didn't help, but the lens kept the water out of her eyes and she was practiced in fighting with wet shades. To help with keeping dry, Emma had fashioned an umbrella which she held in a sturdy grip, one hand locked on the curved handle, to prevent the wind from taking it. She also wore a cloak to help with this. Underneath that was her usual Turk suit. She's was armed with her gun and materia. She doubted Water was going to be useful here, but she'd already equipped Thunder within the weapon. Restore was in her bracelet.
There were a couple of fascinating things being used for this mission. First, they were given shards of a crystal. They were suppose to kid them to their goals by some magical means. It seemed kind of like materia, but upon examination the crystal was not the same. Another interesting thing was the method they used to see through the fog, if even only slightly. A spotlight made of 'unquenchable fire', as the mission briefer had said. Another thing of magic, Emma supposed, but such things could be useful. It warranted remembering for later.
Then there were the others riding this ship that had taken up the mission. First a woman with physical traits similar to those of a bunny. Certainly an odd thing to Emma's eyes, she looked like something you'd find in a place akin to the Honeybee Inn. Except it didn't appear to be a costume. This world had some odd beings in it, to be sure. The rest were men that were far more normal by comparison. A knight of some kind, Emma assumed. He seemed the most fitting to the city they had just left. There was a younger man too that seemed to fit her home more. Spiked hair and modern clothes were big tells to this. The last was a very large man that honestly looked a bit familiar, but she wasn't placing him at the moment. Could he be from her world? Her mind was a bit distracted by the upcoming mission to devote much thought to the man right now, but perhaps later she'd take a closer look. Emma checked the pendant with her Earth Crystal to see if they were still heading the correct way.
[attr="class","exhausted"]Fran - Emma - Barret - Alexander
[attr="class","rhythm"]
❝
If you don't fight for what you want, don't cry for what you lost.
The Gods in this realm had an unusual way to reaching out to their warriors. In the Crystalus Divider, Zell had his vision where they relayed their message: to fight the evils of this world so that they can be returned home. It was a contract, and like all contracts he had seen in the past, the expectations had to be met.
When word got around Torensten that there was a legendary beast troubling the seas, Zell knew that it had to be one of the evils that the God referenced. He would pursuit it at all costs to ensure that his side of the bargain would be maintained. Balamb would wait only a little longer for its hero to return home.
At the docks, several other warriors seemed to be divided into parties. There were even some he recognized, such as Quistis and Rinoa. They boarded different ships before he even had a chance to strike up a conversation, which came as a disappointment. But maybe that was a good thing, as the raging storms required the forces to dispatch them as soon as possible.
"Oh, neat!" Zell gasped, finally boarding the ship. It was the second vessel that he was on during his time on Zephon, and it was definitely larger than Balthier's. Zell loved boats, almost as much as traveling and hot dogs.
As the crew shifted around the deck and prepared it for departure, the eager and excited teenage SeeD made attempts to aid them with whatever tasks they were doing. It was unsuccessful and most shoes him away
Zell found a spot on the deck to sulk while watching the last of the party members boarded before the ship finally set sail. The help that was recruited was diverse; from those from what looked to be a fantasy setting to more modern individuals with suits or guns. Whatever their story was, Zell knew that this fiend was gonna get roughed up good!
He hadn't been in this land long, but it took all of his mental strength to not constantly draw comparisons between the two. Magic was the biggest difference that he couldn't avoid. It existed in a different way here and all but ruled the land and people seemed to live in harmony with it. Not everything called for magic, but the cities that resembled Midgar's metropolis didn't leech off the world's very existence to thrive. There weren't people sick, poisoned, from exposure to these crystals that seemed to control even the most mundane of devices. And the crystals themselves were recharged from mana...a cycle that didn't exist back home. This was the world that ShinRa had tried to emulate; an effortless utopia. People like him, a man driven by saving the planet from scum like ShinRa, didn't seem to be needed here--
--Till monstrosities like (*!^%^$ sea beasts showed up. Then all hands were on deck and any assistance was crucial. Barret hadn't even been on Torensten very long to catch wind of the creature causing issues. He'd stopped in the land's unluckiest city to hunt for answers to traveling back home and see where it took him. Though he never would have thought a call to arms would have come while he was there. He'd made himself useful on the farm, finding the monotony to be just enough to keep him sane, but this. THIS. This is what he knew! He knew a good fight. While there wasn't a company behind this beast's terror, there were people and lives in danger if he didn't step in to help and thus he called out to the farm to announce he wouldn't be back for a few days. Hell, the broad-chested man didn't even know if a few days would cover this. Barret didn't have a fear of not returning like he had during his travels without Marlene, but he still told himself he needed to survive for her. Wherever she was...
It was no less difficult to dress himself in this world than before, but the cloudy, cool weather around Torensten had led him to stop into a shop for a new jacket. He sensed Cloud was somewhere laughing still about his sailor outfit, but that wouldn't be necessary here. Instead, he'd simply picked up a leather jacket in a shop, and shortly after paying for it, he'd nearly made the lady behind the cashier faint as he tore off a sleeve to make room for his gun arm. The machinery hadn't much come in handy till now, but with a self-renewing laser, he wouldn't need any ammo to assist him or to backfire in this weather. Wouldn't do him any good having a sleeve stuck over it.
His black double-breasted jacket did little for torrential rain once he was on board, but it didn't bother the man too much. He ran hot as it was and the biting rainfall was just another dare he'd take on. Being one of the tallest men on board, Barret was sure to be sized up by the others on the ship as well. None looked all that friendly, but he'd have to work with them regardless. His height had gotten him pulled in to help with some preparations with the masts, his one good arm helping prepare for...take off perhaps? What did they say on ships these days? Either way, his size had been more than helpful before the ship left the docks. It was all a little overwhelming to get bombarded with directions during the storm but he did what he could. Got his blood pumping early!
Once the ship crew took over, Barret decided to ground himself a bit. The icy rain dampened his mood just a smidge, but it didn't seem to stop the blonde kid he'd seen running around. He was certainly no Cloud, too high energy, but it'd be good for getting through this for as long as possible. Giving a quick look around the deck he later found the tattooed teen sulking, remembering how the ship hands had cast him aside a few times. "Aye kid! Look alive! You're gonna have some fish sneak up and slap ya good, drooping like that!" he called out as he joined him. This would be a waiting game, best at least chat up the friendlies till he had to save someone. "There'll be plenty to do when da action picks up, feel me?"
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Seventy? Only seventy thousand? Hells, my subligar's worth more than that!
It was Leviathan all over again. The storm, the boats, the crystals, everything was all coming together. He watched as a boat went to fight this Kraken. He should've been there, that was his first thought. He should have been on that boat, he had experience in this exact scenario. What if something happened to them? Something that he could have prevented? The thoughts stopped, and he forced his Amber eyes shut for a moment as the memories of Leviathan passed through him. He had to be mindful. He had to keep his thoughts in the present, dwelling on Leviathan and what he meant for Limsa would do no good. This wasn't Limsa. This wasn't Leviathan, this was something else, albeit similar.
His eyes reopened, and he found himself boarding a boat, silently praying that he would be on a ship that would find its way to this Kraken. He wasn't a glory hound, those days had long since passed him by. A good adventure was a good adventure, but moments like this... well, ghosts had a way of haunting those who wished to be left alone. Time passed. There were others here with him, as he waited in his armor, on edge, on guard, waiting for the oncoming storm as the rain whipped and lashed around him. Once again he forced the experience out of his mind, and forced himself to breathe.
The time for Alexander had passed for the moment. Right now, the Warrior of Light had to step forth.
With nothing else to do, he found himself wandering with a practiced ease. He would be fine, but he worried for the others. But, it wasn't all bad, at least, as a pair of familiar ears stood out to him. "Oi! Fran!" He tried to shout over the din of the storm. He made his way over to the Viera. Considering everyone else, he didn't expect her to remember him, but for now, she was a source of good familiarity to him. An anchor of home that wasn't a godsdamned water god hellbent on drowning everyone it could reach. His companions for this seemed to be settling in, themselves.
[attr="class","dec3"] @barret Alexander Sorel @fran @zell @emma
Feel free to take a moment to ramble to the others, but after that we gotta go dooowwwnnn beeelloooowww
The ship sails for some time, seeming endless in its journey. The crew and those on board brave enough to face the Kraken are given time to speak -- or so as much as they could hear one another over the roar of the clouds and the crash of the waves against the ship. It rocks to and fro as the waters become choppier, and you begin to wonder … Will you ever reach this Kraken to cease the unending storm, or will you simply rock back and forth in the water, forever?
The dark clouds above you begin to lessen their torrential downpour. One of the crew shouts from the crows nest, pointing with his hand toward a spot just beyond the horizon. In your hands, the earth crystal guiding you begins to spin out of control. However, before you can take another slippery step toward the edge of the ship, the world jerks around you, and the air becomes thick and heavy with an impenetrable fog. The ship is torn from its path, as if an invisible hand reached down and shoved it back. The wood groans as the tide pulls it against the wind -- buckling under the pressure.
The sounds of the still and quiet sea begin to rumble. As you turn to see what could have happened, your eyes land on the unthinkable just beyond the scope of the fog. The ship has been pulled in toward a quickly growing, vicious whirlpool. The water rages and roars, and though the crew flies to the sails, the realization hits all on board with a stark and ugly truth.
It is too late.
The ship is pulled into the whirlpool, thrown against the mighty waves of the unending circle. You hold on to whatever you can as the ship begins to give way; pieces of wood cracking and falling, men screaming for their lives as they’re thrown from the vessel. You watch in horror as the ship leans further and further to the left, the water drawing ever closer to your eyes as each moment passes at a terrifying speed.
There is nothing anyone could do. In a matter of seconds, the ship is no more than planks and ropes and fabrics tossed and swirled into the depths. You gasp for air as you hit the water, fighting to stay above the tide. The water pulls your body to and fro, above and below. The world spins around you as the waves rise higher and higher …
Before they crash down and take you as their own.
…
The sound of trickling water is what brings you to. You stir, opening your eyes to reveal a strange and wondrous sight. You appear to be in some sort of cave, its walls glistening in green, shimmering crystals that provide you with enough light to see. Around you are shallow puddles of water, drops from the stalactites on the ceiling echoing about the cave. The air is warm, damp and still.
Yet, the ceiling is solid. As you turn to look around the small expanse, there seems to be no rooms, no crevices to squeeze through. There are only the small puddles at your feet, and then toward the edge of the damp room; water that stretches out a few feet. The water there grows deeper and deeper, leading to a rock formation jutting about the still lake.
Within those rocks is a hole, a path.
Under the water.
Heed this, Our call Those of us Devoured by the sea
Fran mentally takes note of each of the crew members, and especially those who were given the strange amulet. At least she had something of use to bring back, perhaps? She also made note of a blonde haired man whom she had never seen before, yet he knew her name. Was he familiar with the wanted posters, perhaps? Fran stared at him for a brief moment, but any reaction she was about to have was cut short as she felt the boat begin to shudder even more violently than before.
This is why she would rather deal with air ships, and not sea ships. As the boat got tossed around, Fran wrapped her hand and arm around a bit of rope to hopefully keep her from falling off the side of the boat. Her senses were being pounded, just like the rain that came down. She could sense nothing once they were inside the deep fog. She closed her eyes as the boat spun, doing her best to keep her footing on the slippery deck. The screams around her were drowned out by the cracking and splintering of the wood.
And then she got tossed into the side of a beam, and her world went dark...
When she groggily came to, she rubbed her head and sat up, using a wall behind her as support. She hissed between her clenched teeth as she stumbled slightly, her head dizzy from the beating. But she was alive. And were the rest of the crew? She glanced around to see who else had made it through the storm and into... This place.
until your hope has died. beat down, until victory is mine
T
he others started conversing, but Emma stayed vigilant. As someone shouts, suddenly the pendent Emma is holding goes crazy. Emma stared at it. Did this mean they had found what they were looking for? Then she was knocked back off her feet to the deck. She looked around for what had hit them, but saw nothing as the fog seemed to thicken even more around them. The ship shuddered again. What was happening?
Emma got to her feet and looked out over the edge. Her eyes widened behind her shades as she took in the ever growing whirlpool that threatened to consume them. The vessel had already crossed its threshold and was being forced along its current. Her mind trying to work solutions, she jumped into action. She was just getting her life back after years of torment, she wasn't about to die here like this. Emma pulled out her gun and her Ice materia, switching it in place of the Lightning materia. Then she began casting Blizzaga out in front of the ship, attempting to make something they could run aground on and stop their descent. Unfortunately, the spell wasn't capable of freezing enough water to make a sturdy platform and the ice just floated away in the current. That was not going to work. This boat was going in.
Emma ran off into the hold, pushing past the panicked sailors as she went. She went to the storage, found a barrel of water, pulled off the lid, and dumped it out. Then she carried the barrel back up to the deck, where she sat down by the railing and pulled the barrel over her head so she sat waist deep in it. This was going to be her ride back to the surface after the ship went under. She moved her materia to her breast pocket and then touched the walls of the barrel. She cast Ice and created an icy layer within the barrel as extra protection. She shuddered at the cold touch of the ice on her waist, but ignored it otherwise. Then she switched the Ice Materia for Fire. She'd need that to get out later. Emma re-holstered her gun, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. All that was left was to wait for the inevitable.
That was the last thing she remembered as she woke up. Still in her icy protection, though it had started to melt and her barrel was covered in water. Not good! How did she get knocked out!? She fidgeted, and that was when she noticed her feet were not submerged in water. In fact, it sounded and felt like she was laying on rock. Emma pressed her hands to the ice and ignited a fire spell, melting away the ice keeping her in the barrel. She pulled if off and tossed it aside. She was in a cave with a few others from the ship, the bunny girl braced against the wall. How did they get here? Emma stood up and tossed her cloak off. She straightened her tie as she took in her surroundings. The place was lit by some green crystals. Was it materia? It looked similar, but... They were also in an enclosed room. A prison, perhaps? The only way out was to swim through that small crevice in the water. And who knew was lay on the other side. It would certainly be better to have back-up, though she wished some other Turks were here. She didn't know how much she could trust these people. Still better then nothing at the moment, she decided.
"Are you hurt?" Emma asked, turning to the only other one of the group who had gotten up so far. She seemed a bit disoriented. Emma lifted a hand and cast a cure spell on her.
[attr="class","exhausted"]Fran - Emma - Barret - Alexander
[attr="class","rhythm"]
❝
If you don't fight for what you want, don't cry for what you lost.
"Aye kid"
The loud and gruffy call towards the SeeD came from nearby on the deck. In fact, Zell was zoning out so much that it nearly scared the daylights out of him!
"Oh, sorry!" He wasn't sure if the apology was enough to appease the barrel chested man, but he tried anyways. The guy seemed intimidating at first, but he looked more concerned for the well being of the group. His comments even gave Zell the hopes of beating up some baddies when the time comes.
"Yeah, I feel ya," Zell responded, shifting to a more cheerful mood and giving a fist pup. King Hremet had entrusted them to deal with this matter, right? If the blonde teen wasn't capable of handling this dangerous quest, then surely he wouldn't have been recruited.
Of course, the ship would violently shake and stir right after he made his comment. Right on cue. The crew panicked and the other adventurers handled the situation in their own way. The suited woman tried to protect the ship with some magic. When that failed, she tried to save herself by hiding in a barrel. The other woman, who resembled a humanoid rabbit, did all she could to secure herself to a rope.
Zell didn't have time to see what the other two males in the party would do, as the ship shook again and sent him tumbling across the deck like a pinball. When his rolling body approached the edge, his gloved hand managed to catch a grip on one of the rails. It was here that he could see the cause of the ruckus. A whirlpool.
"Oh, no," he muttered, noticing that the entire ship started to lean heavily onto its side. on his side. "No, no, no, no, NO!" If he held on any longer, the ship itself would crush him against the waves. There was no choice now but to let go and ride the waves all the way down.
Vision slowly returned to the SeeD and his head was thumping. A groan followed, coming from his mouth out of reflex rather than intent. Soon, his eyes and ears cleared, and he could see the area around him. It was a cave of sorts, one that he was not familiar with. However, he was able to a few others that survived the event.
"Not what I'd call a pleasure cruise," Zell said painfully. Slowly but surely, he was able to push his aching body to its feet. And when he finally straightened himself out, Zell could see that there were only four others that made it here. The condition of the rest of the ship's crew was questionable, but their fates did not look so good.
"How'd we even get in here," he asked, interrupting the others as he glanced around. The room seemed like it was sealed, and the only possible way in or out was a submerged path on the other side of the area.
"Hell, how do we get out?"
(notes)⏤ YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND, BABY RIGHT ROUND! LIKE A WHIRLPOOL, RIGHT ROUND! ROUND , ROUND!
