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the good and loyal knight just and true the brightest of the valiant and the strongest of the brave nothing you claim shall make me question myself for though i bear the horns of a demon to strike fear in fell hearts i remain of the light
-- order or chaos --
With the amount of destruction and how much reconstruction is put into the town, people are bound to run out of luck in one way or another. So Lucian Garland, when not on the road or busy helping strangers or fighting off monsters, takes time doing charity. It was easier in Cornelia but the amount of time it took winning the orphanage over shouldn't had been much of a surprise given his terrifying dark armor.
The children were another story; the boys thought his armor was awesome and the girls somehow seemed to sense he has a pathetic weakness for a sweet face. The knight fell into his old habits from entertaining Princess Sarah between tea parties and playing childish games unworthy of a knight. When he doesn't simply read books.
The soup kitchen on the other hand seemed to turn a blind eye to his appearance. Volunteers apparently come and go. The only request was that he still wear a hairnet under his helmet and an apron over his armor. The sword is kept in an employees/volunteers only room for safe keeping. This is the most ridiculous look that any Garland has donned yet but he refuses to let something as foolish as embarrassment stop him.
"Will you be fine with that?" Garland asks an old man who is trembling from either sudden chills or fear. "I can help you to a seat."
"Bugger off, Reaper." ... the man was shaking from anger.
Garland hesitates for a moment. He honestly should had expected this. "I am not Death."
"I knew you'd say that. I got my eye on you." With that the old man stomps off with his meal and a younger man takes his place in the line.
The cycle turns as countless souls are joined in the endless song of misery and destruction there will be no escape from your inevitable fate you shall fall and you shall turn and you shall curse the world anew beyond the end of time itself
Post by Garnet Til Alexandros XVII on Aug 6, 2021 14:17:46 GMT -6
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There were, if you asked her, a lot of reasons Garnet had chosen to volunteer at the soup kitchen. They needed assistance, and it was something she could, for starters. Secondly, she had never learned how to cook, or been on the serving end of giving food, and she thought it would do her growing personae of Dagger good to experience that side of life. And thirdly, well, she would be lying if she didn't say a big reason wasn't hearing the imaginary Steiner in her head jump up and down with clanking armour and wail 'but your majeeeeesty!' at the idea of her serving food to the poor and needy.
But maybe the ultimate 'reason' was simple. And it wasn't a reason at all. These people needed help. And, well, there was something Zidane always said.
You don't need a reason to help people.
Garnet was wearing the simple robe of the White Mages, from her church, but like the others had had to bundle her thick, long hair into a net, which had been much easier said than done. She missed her shorter hair from her days adventuring. Maybe she should cut it off again, but it seemed like such a gesture to make while Zidane was still missing. Maybe when he returned?
However, as awkward and out of place as the Queen was trying to serve soup with no idea about being on this side of things, she seemed far more at home than her companion in the task. She looked over at him. The dread armour seemed familiar, and was enough to send a chill down her spine. She noticed that several more of the visitors were coming to her for soup than for him, despite her apparent uncertainty over how something as simple as a ladle worked.
"Uh, excuse me, sir, I do mean to impose but..." she looked over at the huge, armoured knight, who looked, frankly, absurd in his little apron. "Have you considered, perhaps, uh, removing some level of your armour? It may... serve to be less intimidating to those we are here to help?" she inquired, her tone as polite (and royal) as possible. It seemed a logical suggestion to her, and she hoped that he would see it through.
the good and loyal knight just and true the brightest of the valiant and the strongest of the brave nothing you claim shall make me question myself for though i bear the horns of a demon to strike fear in fell hearts i remain of the light
-- order or chaos --
Garland looks to the young woman. There is a familiar ring to her voice. The accent is wrong, to say nothing of her appearance, but... For a moment he had dared to hope. Princess Sarah would be safer in Cornelia and yet the familiar face would lighten his spirits. Her presence would be helpful indeed.
The young woman's question is reasonable on its face. He should remove his armor in such a setting. But past experiences have taught him this is an unwise move outside of Cornelia and even then it can be risky. It does not help that the name Sir Garland of Cornelia is tied more to his helm than his face.
"You are not wrong. But this is how it always ends: when I leave my armor behind, it either stolen or I am attacked by some blackguard." The knight helps tend to the next guest's meal before looking to the child with an odd air about her; something feels... different about her. Perhaps it is expecting to see the princesses' faces or their mother's? "I am used to being in full armor but if people in this world are fearful I should be more considerate. Yet the habit is old and hard to break."
"May I ask a you a question in turn?" He pauses for a moment. He could be wrong, but... if knights and travelers have been flung to this world why not royalty as well? "It is a pleasure to meet you even if your first words to me are of my armor, but who are you? You seem familiar and yet I swear we have never met."
The cycle turns as countless souls are joined in the endless song of misery and destruction there will be no escape from your inevitable fate you shall fall and you shall turn and you shall curse the world anew beyond the end of time itself
Post by Garnet Til Alexandros XVII on Aug 23, 2021 12:00:36 GMT -6
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The response was polite, albeit rather unhelpful. The knight, it seemed, had no desire to remove his armour. His belief was that it would be stolen? Garnet found that unlikely, especially in a soup kitchen of all places, but she understood the idea of clinging to something for comfort. It had been, after all, rather foolish for her to wear her pendant so openly when on the run and trying to hide her identity, but she hadn't wanted to leave it behind. Perhaps this was similar for the knight? "I am sorry for your poor experiences, Sir Knight," Garnet said gently. "But I am sure you are quite safe to at least remove your helm here. I feel confident that there are no blackguards in our presence." She tried to keep her teasing smile to a minimum. The knight seemed stiff. Not entirely unlike Steiner, she thought, albeit less likely to shriek and panic. His speech was slightly archaic too, even to her, which was unusual. She knew the terms, but even Garnet, with her formal manner of speech, did not quite speak in such a stilted manner as her did. It was interesting.
She decided against pointing out that if his armour was stolen frequently, he did at least always manage to reclaim it, since he wore it now.
She was a little startled when he spoke to her next. Of course, she was right, her first words had been of armour, and a little rude, by the standards of royalty and nobility anyway. Garnet was almost proud of how easily she had slipped into commoner behaviour. Clearly she was becoming better at her new personae. However, she also felt a familiar twinge of panic. She was familiar to him? That caused that sense of panic she felt back on Gaia, when exploring and trying to hide her true identity. The worry that someone might have identified her.
But here in Zephron? That was impossible, wasn't it?
"I apologise, how rude of me not to introduce myself first," she said with her politest smile. "My name is Dagger," she bowed somewhat formally. "I am a White Mage working for the local church. I do not believe we have met, although perhaps if you were wounded on some adventure, you have attended and required my services?" she suggested. She hoped that was all it was.
the good and loyal knight just and true the brightest of the valiant and the strongest of the brave nothing you claim shall make me question myself for though i bear the horns of a demon to strike fear in fell hearts i remain of the light
-- order or chaos --
"A fair compromise, I suppose..." A spike of vanity says not to for he has not shaved recently. Practicality on the other hand says the girl's idea has merit. "I would have to place it beyond reach. Though it would not be my fault should a thief take hold, it would be rather unfortunate if it fell upon some poor unfortunate soul."
A White Mage named Dagger. If not for her mannerisms, Garland would had begun to suspect the child a young thief. The name was the sort that pirates and their ilk would use. Or, the knight considers as he stares impassively down at the girl, a cultist. Yet she clearly lacks the air and mannerisms of the worshipers of the fell god Chaos. Never would this child praise his name. Call Him, perhaps, in dire times but only if all other paths are stifled or failed.
“You heal..? No, had that been the case I would have remembered you.” If only to thank her later by helping around the church Dagger works with.
“… Sarah. You remind me of young Sarah.” If the child is indeed like Princess Sarah it would explain much of her behavior and manner of speech. A noble’s child, or one of a landowning lord or knight. Although Princess Sarah would have no reason to hide her name this could be a fit of childish rebellion… or a child in fear from a rather malevolent parent or a force having assaulted her home and her concealing her name could be for safety rather than whimsy.
“I must miss my home far more than I already know if I hear her voice in yours. My apologies, young lady.” If the child is still hounded even here then Garland will not give her away. “I am Sir Lucius Garland. If there is something I may do to make up for such an error, should it fall under my ability then you may command it."
The cycle turns as countless souls are joined in the endless song of misery and destruction there will be no escape from your inevitable fate you shall fall and you shall turn and you shall curse the world anew beyond the end of time itself
Post by Garnet Til Alexandros XVII on Sept 17, 2021 14:13:27 GMT -6
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Garnet wondered if she interpreted that comment regarding his helmet correctly. He said it would be unfortunate if it was stolen. Did he mean that the helmet was cursed? If that was true, why wear it? Or, and perhaps more likely, was this a type of threat? A comment that it would be unfortunate to steal it because he would see an unpleasant fate fall upon the thief? That sounded like something Amarant might have said. But this knight wasn't like Amarant. He was so odd. So formal, so polite, but garbed like a warrior from a nightmare, and he delivered vague portents such as the one he had just said.
"I am sure that there is a secure place you can store it," Garnet smiled back politely, unsure if he was expecting her to solve his problem or whether he was just voicing concerns. She didn't know the soup kitchen any better than the knight, so she had no easy way to help him.
"Likely I you, also," she admitted when he said that he would remember her. A man garbed as such would have drawn attention, but perhaps he hadn't been in his armour when he came in. Garnet supposed if that was true, it would be a compliment he had largely forgotten her. It meant that her 'Dagger' personae did its job, and blended in just as it should.
Garnet's attitude changed a little when he said who she reminded him of. Sarah. She looked startled, and then uncertain. For the briefest moment, she wondered if he had somehow come from Madain Sari. Did he know her as a child? But no, he said a 'young' Sarah. The Sarah he knew was older than her. The Sarah he knew couldn't be her. Was it a coincidence? It must be. Sarah was not an altogether uncommon name, was it? Okay, Garnet had never met anybody else named it, but it was certainly a more common name than 'Garnet Til Alexandros XVII'. Or Dagger for that matter.
She would not have commented upon the coincidence further, if he had not next introduced himself. Garland. She flinched at the name. No. He couldn't be... He wasn't. She looked at his face, but he was still wearing the helmet. The voice didn't sound as aged, and she was unaware of Terra having any form of nobility, but still, could it be?
"...Where I'm from, it is common for nobility to introduce themselves with their place of birth," Garnet said, trying to think quickly. "From where do you hail, Sir Garland? I would love to hear of your home." She had to probe, she had to find out. Could it just be a coincidence? The name Sarah and the name Garland? It didn't seem possible. But if he was...
...then this world might be in even more danger than it was by Kuja being there...
the good and loyal knight just and true the brightest of the valiant and the strongest of the brave nothing you claim shall make me question myself for though i bear the horns of a demon to strike fear in fell hearts i remain of the light
-- order or chaos --
Garland's attention drifts slightly as he mulls over Dagger's suggestion and gentle rebuke. A skilled thief would pilfer from any storage no matter how secure and her odd insistence on the knight's gear is starting to stroke his suspicion. The way the child tensed at his name... does little to help her case. The only ones he's met who truly fear the name Garland have reason to fear it. Cutthroats and murders, monsters in the guise of men that are a plague upon an already tormented world.
A child should have no reason to fear him. Yet, by that same token, children and those who scarcely go beyond their civilization's walls fear a man who makes violence his daily task. For good reason as there are knights who turn their attentions cruelly upon the innocent. It takes a strength of will and certainty of self not to become so twisted. Such strength Garland has in spades so far yet.
"Such a formality is not uncommon where I hail from either. Yet you have made a mistake: I am no member of nobility; my status is of another rank and measure." Knights may be nobles but nobles are not always knights. He does not own the land his father's house was built upon, so he is not landed. His titles of honor come from oaths sworn and battles won and though he is called Sir Garland he is neither duke nor lord.
"My home... It is a lovely place though plagued by terrible creatures. Magical beasts, fell things, of many shapes and forms. A never ending tide that even the most valiant and skilled would have trouble cutting down to size. The castle itself I care little for, particularly when I feel confined to its walls by more than just duty, but the inhabitants... people make it worth bearing." His vision drifts from the world around him. All he can see is Cornelia. The distant if respectful fellow knights, the children rushing about happily and without fear... The proud king and lovely queen and sweetest princesses he had ever been blessed to meet. "Particularly the royal family. I am sworn to my king by oath and promise, by debt and obligation, by honor and by regard. And to my queen by allegiance. But Princess Sarah... the thought of her chases away any doubt or fear."
For a horrible moment the image in his mind twists. A different place, one he has only seen in his dreams. An older style but with younger walls. The place is barren of people. Of living people. Instead there are walking corpses and blackened armor puppeted by fell magic. Garland knows with utter certainty that this is Chaos's domain. A place built and lost long before Garland was born.
"Doubt of self or fear of failure. Dread of dark deeds done in any name or banner. No matter what, should be filled with life even if it must be safeguarded with the death of those who would seek utter ruin. Wouldn't you agree? Cornelia may not be the oldest civilization but it is may be plagued the most with those who would see its utter ruin for either personal reward or in malevolent faith."
The cycle turns as countless souls are joined in the endless song of misery and destruction there will be no escape from your inevitable fate you shall fall and you shall turn and you shall curse the world anew beyond the end of time itself
Post by Garnet Til Alexandros XVII on Dec 30, 2021 14:22:51 GMT -6
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So, he wasn't nobility? It shouldn't have surprised Garnet. Steiner, nor Beatrix, were nobility either. Most loyal knights weren't. But she had misjudged Garland's manner. Steiner might like to imagine that he spoke like Garland, but he certainly didn't. Beatrix, perhaps a little closer, but still without his stiff formality. Still, the assumption of nobility had just been a way of sidestepping into discussing Garland's origins. To try and find out more about him. And it appeared to have worked. "I apologise for my misunderstanding," Garnet said, with a slight incline of her head. Perhaps too formal for 'Dagger', but speaking with Garland naturally drew that formality out of her, since he spoke in such a similar manner to how she did when being the Queen. She let him talk further.
She could relax slightly, as his description of his homeland didn't sound much like Terra. There had been monsters on Terra, yes, but not in a never-ending battle as Garland here made it sound. And certainly no castles. At least, not what Garnet would have termed a castle. It occurred to her that some people had come to Zephron from different times. Perhaps this was Garland when he had been a young man? Had Terra been as he described then? Had that been how the world had died and driven the Genomes to seek Gaia as their new homeland? She didn't think so. Terra had been an alien world frozen in time. She couldn't imagine it had changed. Not for millennia. Not until Kuja destroyed it.
Still, she had to be sure.
"The home that you speak of..." Garnet asked, hesitating for a moment. ".....does the name 'Terra' mean anything to you?" She had to ask. She had to know. If this was the Garland that she knew, then perhaps Zephron was in even more danger than just with Kuja being there. But she was beginning to doubt it.
His talk of the Royal Family of his home only cemented this doubt. Terra had no royal family. Of that, Garnet was certain. Mikoto had absolutely no understanding of Garnet's royal heritage, and there was no way the Garland that Garnet had known would speak of royalty in this manner. He sounded as if he cared deeply for this Princess Sarah. Perhaps even loved her. Which she knew would be a scandalous thing and something he could never admit. It was something she would never have picked up on, had she not known a thief to fall in love with another princess named Sarah...
"It is... strange..." she admitted after a pause. "I do not yet understand the nature of what drew us to this place, nor why. I have seen some odd parallels between people drawn here from other worlds..." This was true. For example, how almost everybody still knew what a chocobo was. That didn't make sense to her. If worlds were so entirely different, why were some things constant? And yet, they certainly weren't the same world. It was very strange. "In my world... I once knew a man named Garland," she decided that this Garland deserved an explanation. "I..." she hesitated, although she wasn't sure why. "...knew a princess who's real name was Sarah too. It wasn't the name she used. It wasn't even a name that she knew was her's, until... many, many years after her birth. But she was a princess, and her real name was Sarah..." Garnet wasn't sure why she didn't confirm that it was her. Maybe it was because she still didn't feel like 'Sarah' was really her. That was an identity and life that she had lost so long ago she could barely remember it. Dagger, Garnet, those identities felt natural. Sarah? Not so much.
"But I did not know of a Kingdom named Cornelia," she added after a moment. "The... Sarah that I knew... she ruled over the Kingdom of Alexandria. She..." Garnet hesitated again. She turned away for a moment, turning her pendant over in her hands. The lie felt unnecessary now. If she was being honest with this Garland, she might as well tell him the whole truth. She turned back. "...I... was known as Princess Garnet Til Alexandros XVII, of Alexandria. Now, I am Queen. Or, I was, until I was brought here. I lived my life plagued by dreams of a childhood I could not understand or recall. Eventually, I discovered that I was adopted and that my birth name... had been Sarah. I do not know what that means. Or how it relates to your story. Perhaps it is nothing but a coincidence, but..." she sighed. "The Garland that I knew was not a knight. Nor was he a friend. He was an enemy, not only of my Kingdom, but my entire world. He threatened my planet. My friends and I... we fought him to save our world. I... don't understand..." she shook her head. "The pattern. The names. They... do not make sense to me. How can things be so similar, and yet so different?" Could Garland be from another reality much like her own? If there were other worlds, were there worlds where things had played out differently, like other realities? Had Garland perhaps hailed from a world that had been like her own? Perhaps one where Terra had merged with Gaia in the distant past and changed the future? Where Garland had grown to be a knight and Garnet, well, she had remained Sarah?
That didn't seem like it made sense. How could she still be a princess if she had remained Sarah? And what of Cornelia? Nothing made any sense to her...
