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[attr="class","yloverlap"]Hope allows us to accept fate
[attr="class","ylbody"]This city was built on sin. It was a testament to greed and excess. It was much like Old Zanarkand. And Yunalesca despised it. Sonora would have caused her father deep pain and sorrow. It was a sinful, terrible place. She hated that she was here. She didn’t know what terrible magic had sent her here from her eternal prison at the Zanarkand Dome, but she desperately wanted to return. [break][break] Except for one tiny, super important detail.[break][break] Here, she was alive. Here in Sonora there was blood running through her veins again. She could eat again, relish in the flavors of the local cuisine, feel the burn of liquor, and the soothing warmth of tea. She felt sensations she’d forgotten over her millennia of death as an unsent. The fact that Yunalesca lived once more was enough to convince her that this world wasn’t all bad. Maybe she had a purpose here, as she had long ago in Spira. [break][break] She pulled a long fur coat around her shoulders. A downside of being alive was that she felt cold again. And Sonora was very cold. Her light, stringy attire was not exactly well-suited to the climate. But when she’d first arrived a couple weeks earlier, a man in a dark blue uniform had, rather angrily and brusquely, forced the coat onto her shoulders. Yunalesca hadn’t understood his panic and derision at her outfit, nor what he meant by “look like a prostitute” and “think of the children.” But the coat was welcome nonetheless. [break][break] The man seemed to wait for something after giving her the coat. Payment? Thanks? Yunalesca had offered neither. She’d merely given him a cold stare and a curt nod before walking away down unfamiliar streets. He muttered behind her but she didn’t catch his words. Nor did she care. [break][break] She still shivered slightly as she stepped lightly through the narrow streets, but the cold was far less noticeable beneath the thick fur even as snowflakes fell from the darkening sky and collected on her shoulders and hair. At some point, she realized she’d stepped into the seedier side of the Sonoran alleys. After a millennia, she’d forgotten much about how cities worked, about the extent of crime and sin rampant in them. She’d been alone and unsent in Zanarkand for too long to remember such details. [break][break] A man appeared before her suddenly. She regarded him with cold disdain, distantly registering the sound of footfalls behind her. The man in front of her looked half-starved with sunken cheeks, greasy hair, and ragged clothing. He held a rusted pistol in one hand. It trembled as Yunalesca met his unfocused gaze. [break][break] “What’s a woman like you doing all alone here?” The man behind her was the one who spoke. His voice was harsh and scratchy. She didn’t turn but she imagined he looked much like the other.[break][break] “A woman like me?” she asked, feigning innocence. Her voice was light and breathy. [break][break] “Beautiful. Rich. Fragile.” [break][break] Her lips curved into a smile. “Why. Just enjoying a walk.” Her slender fingers wrapped protectively around her silver and blue staff. She knew it looked like nothing more than a magical triviality to the men. Certainly no match for their guns. Ah, but if only they knew. “You’d be wise to let me continue on my way.”[break][break] “I don’t think so. Not unless you give us what we want,” the man in front said. He didn’t elaborate. [break][break] She kept her face impassive and bored as she looked straight into his watery eyes. “Oh, do elaborate.” [break][break] He seemed wary finally. “Gil,” he blurted out. “Give us all you have.” [break][break] “Hmm,” she pretended to consider. “Unfortunately for you. No.” The gun raised, level with her forehead now. He looked scared out of his mind. “I’ll shoot!” “Will you?” [break][break] “If he won’t, I will,” the man behind her spoke again. “We just want your money. Nothing more, then we’ll be on our way.” As she turned to face him she cast Protect on herself. Couldn’t have pesky bullets doing too much damage. She could heal plenty well, but she’d rather not have to. “So tiresome,” Yunalesca commented in the same bored tone of voice as she raised her staff, readying devastating black magic. .
Post by Prompto Argentum on Oct 26, 2020 8:47:50 GMT -6
[attr="class","oneword1"]
[attr="class","fromyou1"]@yunalesca
You will never escape the disaster, Lawrence. Never.
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
”Woh.”
Prompto craned his neck to get a better view of the skyscraper. It was made entirely of glass and steel, and even as he squinted, he could only barely get a view of the top. The whole thing was lit up with spotlights, and it stood out against the night sky like a beacon. To one side was a sign which read, ’Sonoran Governmental Offices.’ It was just like the palace in Insomnia, he thought, except colder. A lot colder. Even in his coat, Prompto was shivering.
”So not Niflheim,” he said though he still wasn’t sure. This looked exactly like Niflheim though he’d never actually seen the capital for himself. It was a city of concrete and steel dedicated to a president that was totally an emperor no matter what he called himself. The statues were golden and icy. The benches were metal and icy. The roads were crammed tight and probably would have been icy if it wasn’t for the coating of salt that made the snow all gray and mushy.
Cold? Metal? Imperial? Yeah, totally not Niflheim.
Totally.
Prompto sighed and turned to walk down the road. Despite everything, he still didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know why he was. He didn’t know how any of this was possible, and he didn’t know why he could see the moon hanging silver and cold in an empty sky. He kept his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. He could see his breath hanging in front of him. No matter what anyone said, this felt like the empire and that was enough to make his skin crawl. His mouth felt dry every time he looked over his shoulder for a monster or worse the monster. Ardyn. The imperial chancellor.
Was this all just some trick to mess with him? That sounded like something he’d do.
”Gil. Give us all you have.”
”Huh?” Prompto stopped, frowning. He’d heard voices from the alleyway. A shady, grimy alleyway. How long had he been walking? Didn’t matter. There were two men’s voices and then a woman’s.
”I’ll shoot.”
”Will you?”
”Ah man. Is that…?” Prompto felt himself go cold. Colder, that was. It was a hold up. A hold up right next to him with guns and a woman in trouble. It took a minute to click, but when it did, his eyes shot open and he grit his teeth, scrambling towards it.
”I gotta-!” He held out his hands, summoning his twin guns to them in a flash of light. Then he saw them, a man in a thick leather jacket with a gun on a woman’s back and another guy in the shadows in front of her. ”Hey!”
Prompto held his own gun to mugger’s head, one arm, one hand, all cool. ”You like guns? I got one right here!”
[attr="class","yloverlap"]Hope allows us to accept fate
[attr="class","ylbody"]Yunalesca had been prepared to take care of the problem with a single spell. Firaga would certainly take care of both of them, they were just human thugs afterall. It would have been no trouble at all for her. But as the summoner brandished her staff, she faltered. Something--someone--had interrupted her. [break][break] Down the other end of the alley came a man, barely older than a boy. His appearance, and the even-more-sudden appearance of two guns in his hands was enough to startle even Yunalesca. She’d thought this alley was dark and secluded enough that no one else but these criminals would be around. [break][break] Chaos ensued as the newcomer raised his own gun at one of the muggers, all flourish and bravado. They seemed to forget about Yunalesca in that moment as the blonde boy with the guns seemed like a more pressing issue. Both would-be-muggers turned their own weapons towards him instead. [break][break] “That was a mistake,” she murmured as their attention left her. Before the two men could do anything she unleashed a spell. At the last second, she decided against Firaga. Maybe seeing her power and living to tell the tale could be worth it. Instead of incinerating them to a crisp, Yunalesca used demi, calling dark gravitational magic to weaken them but not kill. [break][break] The two attackers screamed as their lifeforce was damaged from the inside out. They would probably never realize how merciful she’d been, mostly because of this strange newcomer’s unexpected appearance. But her spell had the intended effect. The two men screamed something about her being a witch, or maybe a bitch. Probably both. They scrambled away, further into the shadowed alleys. [break][break] And then Yunalesca was left alone with her enthusiastic helper. She looked him over. Other than materializing guns out of thin air he seemed completely normal, just like any other Sonoran citizen she’d encountered so far. She stuffed one hand into the pocket of her fur coat and held her staff loosely in the other. “I suppose thanks are in order,” she said. She could be polite. She could remember how to talk to humans. “You distracted them for me.” Then she smirked and added, “Little did they know I don’t have gil on me.” [break][break] As an afterthought, she remembered a key element of polite conversation between humans. Introducing oneself was generally done near the beginning of a conversation. In fairness, she was a bit rusty on the rules of polite society. “I am Yunalesca. And you are?”
[break]
[attr="class","ylinfo"]And somehow this is less awkward than Prompto/Seymour / Prompto Argentum
Post by Prompto Argentum on Jan 24, 2021 7:55:17 GMT -6
[attr="class","oneword1"]
[attr="class","fromyou1"]@yunalesca
This might be another short one. I am cursed lol
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
Prompto might have made a mistake.
Well, not the “saving a woman” part, but more the “rushing in without a plan part.” He was too used to having back-up, he guessed. Rushing in with a Lucian prince at your back really helped at that “not getting surrounded with guns trained on you” thing. But Prompto was alone. He’d never been alone before.
He tried to look brave, but it didn’t take a genius to see he hadn’t thought this through. He swallowed, straightening. ”So, uh. If you want some, come and get it!”
Yeah, that’d do it.
Prompto didn’t have to think of a plan, turned out. That was good because he didn’t have one, and he didn’t think he’d get one anytime soon. He was the type of guy to jump in first and figure out how to swim later, but he didn’t need to this time. Or, well, it wasn’t the guns he needed to worry about anyway.
It was the great big sphere of daemon magic that did that.
”Woh!” Prompto stumbled back, nearly falling over himself as the thing grew in terrible blacks and purples, making a hollow sucking sound that seemed to shudder across the air between them. For a moment, Prompto could only stare at it, eyes wide. Daemons. Were there daemons? He should have been up and fighting by now, but the shock hadn’t quite settled in as he watched the muggers scream, clutching at themselves as their strength was sapped away. Prompto’s mouth had gone dry.
”No way.” There were lights -- street lights everywhere -- and daemons didn’t just come prowling into a city with walls like this one. Yet the men were screaming and screaming and then they scrambled off, shrieking something about witches.
Prompto stared. For a long time, he just stared.
The woman straightened herself. She looked normal enough. She looked human that was without all the evil auras and oozing black eyes that daemons had. She wore a long coat which was a normal thing to do, but her legs were bare and so were her feet except for a couple of interlaced anklets. Her toes gray with ashen snow.
”I suppose thanks are in order.”
Her voice was cold and snapped Prompto’s attention back up in an instant. She stood carelessly, one hand in her pocket. The other grasped some kind of fancy stick. ”You distracted them for me. Little did they know I don’t have gil on me.” She smirked bitterly. Prompto shivered.
”Oh, uh. Right.”
This was wrong. His instincts blared it like a siren. Wrong, wrong, wrong. It dredged up murky memories he didn’t want to think about. Memories in metal hallways with taunting laughter playing over the intercom.
Her name was Yunalesca. She looked at him, and their eyes met. Hers were yellow. Yellow. Just like…
”Oh!” Prompto took another stumbling step back. His heart was pounding. Yellow. Daemon eyes. Well, not daemon eyes. Not normal daemons anyway. Ardyn eyes. Just like he’d looked at him when he shoved him off a train. Or when he’d cornered him and dragged him off and…
Was this woman like him?
”P-Prompto. That’s me.” Was it okay to tell her his name? Too late now. ”Er. Glad I could help. Though, uh. Guess you didn’t need it, huh?”
He needed to get away. He’d done a real good job on this one, hadn't he? Just another point in his great big pile of mistakes.
[attr="class","yloverlap"]Hope allows us to accept fate
[attr="class","ylbody"]The blonde boy seemed alarmed by her use of demi. Yunalesca watched him stumble and nearly fall as he stared in wide-eyed horror at the black mass of magic she’d summoned. He seemed to be frozen for a long while as the would-be-muggers ran away screaming. Yunalesca merely smirked at the look of shock on his face. It had been a long time since she’d properly been able to fight, show off, and impress people. [break][break] She stood before him in the snow, long coat fluttering around her bare legs. A new wardrobe had to be the first on her agenda in this cold, cold city. Oh well. Her feet would surely survive a little longer. She bit back a laugh as the boy stumbled away from her after making eye contact. Was she really so terrifying to the people here? Hmmm, she could certainly use that to her advantage. Fear was the best way to gain loyalty, after all. It had worked for centuries for her father. Everyone worshipped Yevon out of fear. Maybe here, in this new place away from the shadow of her father, Yunalesca could be the one that commanded that level of fear and respect. [break][break] Prompto was the boy’s name. She filed it away in case she ever needed to try to find him later. She shrugged. “Your presence helped someone here today.” The men would be dead if she’d been alone. “Now tell me. Where in this city should I go to find warm clothing?” Hey, he was already here and might as well be worth something for her. “Maybe you could take me there?” she added with a coy smile. He looked like he wanted nothing more than to flee, but Yunalesca wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to let him leave so soon.
Post by Prompto Argentum on Feb 15, 2021 8:12:53 GMT -6
[attr="class","oneword1"]
[attr="class","fromyou1"]@yunalesca
Prompto is SCARED
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
’Helped someone here?’ He didn’t like the sound of that. He didn’t like the sound of any of it, but that sounded really wrong. Mostly because he didn’t know what it meant. That was the worst kind of wrong.
”Warm...clothing?” She had a coat, didn’t she? But not shoes. Where had she come from that she wouldn’t have clothes? He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer. ”Er. Well, I’m kind of new around here too so…”
Don’t make me take you. Please don’t make me take you.
”Sure!” He kept rubbing his neck. Harder. What was he talking about? ”Yeah. I mean, I know stores and stuff. And I’ve been here for a little while.” Nope, nope, nope. This was wrong. Way wrong. But...if he thought about it, wouldn’t she just go bother someone else if he didn’t help? There were a lot of people around here. Maybe it was best that he take her on for them.
And he could handle himself fine.
Right?
”Plus you said you didn’t have any gil! I can help you with that. Probably.” He just kept digging that whole deeper, didn’t he? ”Gotta keep warm, right?”
Once again, there was that question of why she didn’t have clothes but he sure wasn’t asking. That seemed like a no good, very bad idea.
”So uh. Let’s go! I can take you.” He turned and started walking out of the alley. He didn’t like her at his back. He kept checking over his shoulder to make sure she wasn’t trying anything.
”Soooo.” He let that so drag on a little too long. ”You can do magic, huh? I’ve got a friend who can do that.” Yeah, a Lucian king. Totally normal. ”How’d you do it?”
[attr="class","yloverlap"]Hope allows us to accept fate
[attr="class","ylbody"]The boy was frantic. She could practically see his mind frantically trying to figure out who she was, what she was doing, and most importantly, how he could get away. Her lips curved into a slight smile at his panic. It made her feel powerful. Even more so than she had back in Zanarkand. This was a different type of power, one that felt more organic and real. Maybe it was just because she felt so alive again. [break][break]
He just kept talking. It must have been out of nerves, but he slowly got around to the conclusion that he would take her to look for clothes and that he’d even help with gil. Perfect. Yunalesca’s smile deepened. “Thank you, you are quite kind.” She pulled the coat around her shoulders as a frigid wind drifted down the alley. “Staying warm wasn’t a problem for me until quite recently,” she commented vaguely, knowing that the lack of details would cause his mind to spiral even further. [break][break]
Prompto led her away eventually. He kept looking over his shoulder to check on her. The anxiety was still clear in his expression every time he did so. She followed just a pace or two behind, feet freezing more and more with each step. She masked the discomfort of her bare feet sinking into the snow, but she had to admit being mortal and alive again wasn’t all good. Shoes were definitely top on the list of things she needed to acquire. With Prompto’s gil. [break][break]
He tried to make awkward smalltalk as he walked. “Mmm, yes,” she responded and lengthened her stride to walk beside him. “I’m a summoner,” she offered. “In my world, summoners are masters of both white and black magic as well as summoning powerful allies.” She didn’t volunteer the fact that she’d been a summoner for over a thousand years.
Post by Prompto Argentum on Mar 15, 2021 9:02:21 GMT -6
[attr="class","oneword1"]
[attr="class","fromyou1"]@yunalesca
hahaha this is fine
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
Yunalesca was still acting real polite which should have put him at ease, but it didn’t. She spoke in a kind of old-fashioned way that set him on edge. Ardyn had spoken kind of like that. Though he’d been a lot louder about it. And more cryptic. And creepier.
Still, ’staying warm wasn’t a problem for me until quite recently,’ wasn’t something he liked hearing. It was the kind of thing that asked a lot of questions without really saying anything. Was she from the coast? Some hot, humid place where she hadn’t had to think of things like that? That still wouldn’t have made sense, making it this far into a tundra and all.
He didn’t like to think about it literally. Because literally, it meant she really, truly hadn’t gotten cold until right about now. Which, uh.
Yeah. Great stuff.
She said she was a summoner. Like some kind of cult stuff? Like a ghost summoner? Or maybe she meant daemons. Probably not. She’d only ever seen one person call on those, and well…
Just sounded kind of weird was all he was saying.
”Oh, uh. Cool. Yeah, I’ve never heard of it.”In my world? What did that mean? ”I like tech. I’m kind of a big nerd about it. Which is why I’m big on guns.” Yup. Totally normal conversation. No need to go further down into it. ”But I guess you saw that already. Think I might have been kind of screwed without you. I mean, you pulling out your magic. I, uh. Didn’t really think that one through.”
Oh boy, hadn’t he.
”So where are you from? Seems like a long way away.”
[attr="class","yloverlap"]Hope allows us to accept fate
[attr="class","ylbody"]Prompto didn’t seem to enjoy speaking with her very much, though it was clear he was trying. The comment about not having to worry about the cold until recently clearly sent his brain spinning. Yunalesca’s lips curved into an easy smirk as he tried to work through her meaning. He didn’t ask any further questions, so she didn’t volunteer any answers. [break][break]
Hmm. He’d never heard of a summoner? That caught her briefly off guard. Summoners had been such a huge, integral part of Spira for centuries. But, she supposed, it hadn’t always been that way had it? Back when she was a living, breathing woman in Zanarkand, she’d been just a mage. Until her father created Sin, until she rose to be his herald and champion. Until she became Spira’s first summoner and Zaon its first aeon. Perhaps this world just had no need for summoners yet. The inciting incident hadn’t occurred yet. [break][break]
Yunalesca liked the thought of being special again. Of being, perhaps, the only summoner. Or at the very least, one of only a few. But then a worrisome thought worked its way into her mind. Summoning in Spira worked only because of the fayth. Aeons were manifestations of the fayth, the souls of old Zanarkand. Would she be able to summon still, away from that lifesource? She faltered in her steps at the thought. It had been so long, she’d had that connection for so many lifetimes. Surely she wasn’t separated from that now? Would she still be able to summon her ancient beloved, her Zaon through space and time? She’d have to try. Maybe she’d let the boy go first though. [break][break]
Prompto was rambling about his love of guns now. “No, you really didn’t,” she agreed when he mentioned he hadn’t thought his plan through. He then asked where she came from. Oh, how to answer? “I came from a world known as Spira,” she said in a soft voice as they walked. “A city called Zanarkand, ruined and destroyed by Sin for centuries where technology was seen as the ultimate expression of sin and hedonism. I was its the first and last summoner, the Herald of Yevon.”
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] ”Spira,” he repeated. ”Okaaaaay.” That was just weird hearing. ’Where are you from? usually meant like, what country? Maybe what small town? Or what continent if you were a real weird dude, but it’d be a lot weirder if he said he was from Eos. Like no duh, right?
Or at least, that’s how it was supposed to be. Right now, he wasn’t so sure.
”Yeah, never heard of it,” he said. ”Where I’m from -- that’s, uh, Eos?” Super weird. ”We don’t have anything like that. Are you guys like super religious? Couldn’t imagine some place without tech though. This stuff? Made for sin?” He waved his hand and summoned his camera to it in a flash of light. ”Nah. I couldn’t live without my camera!”
He sent it away again with another flash of light then continued on with his hands in his pockets. ”I have a friend that’s kind of like that,” he went on. ”He’s a Lucian prince, you know? Or maybe you don’t know. Anyway, his whole family’s got all kinds of crazy powers from the astrals. He can summon the ones that like him, and it’s way cool. Like literally gods wiping out an army of Nif tech? I guess that’s kind of like what you do, huh?”
He was talking too much. Probably not the best idea when a mysterious maybe-daemon woman was at your back, but he couldn’t help it. When he got going, the words just tumbled out on their own. And he was going.
Oh boy was he going.
”Anyway, there’s a place right up there down the street. See it? It’s got some manikins set up in the window. I got some cool shreds in there. Should work out if you need something warm.” He slowed to a step, tilting back on his heels. ”So uh. Guess that’s it then?” Prompto pulled his wallet from nowhere, fished inside, and handed over and five hundred gil. ”Good luck! And uh. Try to stay out of dark alleys next time, okay? There’s all kinds of stuff back there!”
