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[attr="class","character-spring-1c"]“A Shrinking Violet Led Down the Garden Path.”
[attr="class","character-spring-1d"]It felt foggy. All of it. She laid there for a moment staring at the disillusioned scenery. The embers about her were burning down now that the curse was beginning to fade. It felt very surreal and as if time slowed to a crawl. Each breath felt like effort. She closed her eyes to see if she could fade into the darkness with the rest of the illusion. The venom seemed to sink deeper within her, freezing her veins.
That was when there was a sudden warmth that spread through her. A gentle light that spread through her limbs to take away the pain she forgot she had. She heard his voice in the fog. Something about her being poisoned. Something about Esuna. She tried to mentally fight against it now, but thinking felt so heavy.
Esuna…Esuna…she had known it hadn’t she? It seemed lost to the apathy and drained energy.
She opened her hazel-blue eyes to look up at him. It was blurry at first, seeing nothing but a red and black silhouette. Then, as she fought to sit up, she saw his wing unfurl and stretch as the sun glistened from behind him. The sight was enough to get a rise out of her. Eyes wide and full of sparkle at the sight, a soft, surprised ‘oh’ upon her lips. It seemed one angel was not enough in her life. Fate wanted her to meet another.
“My friend, do you fly away now?”
Or was ‘infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess’ the better quote? Either way, she echoed one of his previous quotes back at him deliriously. Her vision swam again and she swooned. The ground met her again with its crushed, rotting scent. She had not been cut out to be a fighter in such circumstances.
As her eyes cleared again, she saw rubble of the statue he crushed. Out of it had fallen four small crystal bottles that seemed to resiliently not be smashed to the ground. They scattered across the ground with its gentle lavender liquid housed inside. The sight pushed her to try to remember what she was here for.
A girl…a girl…
Curse the brain fog. Curse the poison. Curse spells. Curse the forsaken garden.
A girl needed her help. A poor girl suffering the same affliction Hilda did now, but for much longer.
She turned away from Genesis to point at the crystal bottles. “Take to the girl in the library.”
Hilda suffered, but still the first thought was to help others. “Please, dear angel. Help her.”
[attr="class","character-spring-1e"]Genesis I am so sorry for delirium post with no helpful responses to Genesis. Hilda is not used to such excitement.
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Whatever status effect that she was under, the blond noblewoman definitely wasn’t lucid because she stared at his outstretched wing with something closer to awe than disgust. It wasn’t something he was particularly used to, and Genesis found that it made him more uncomfortable than anything. He knew very well what he was—Shinra had made him a monster, and she didn’t have to pretend otherwise.
Still, he was expecting that the first words out of Lady Hildagarde’s mouth would be either an accusation or a direct answer to his question about whether or not she could cast Esuna. Instead she spoke in Loveless, and he stared at her in shock for a moment since she had only just learned of the poem’s existence today. She had an excellent memory if she’d absorbed that from his own recitations alone.
“To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow, no matter where the winds may blow.” He added to finish out the line that she’d started before he flashed her a faint smile. “Careful, you’ll make me fall in love.” It was more of a tongue-in-cheek remark than anything since women had never particularly held his interest romantically, but he was at least infinitely more fond of her than he had been a moment ago.
He wasn’t sure if that made his standards incredibly low or nearly too difficult to pass, but it came to the same thing. He held people who liked Loveless in high esteem.
Lady Hildgarde still seemed too foggy to answer his questions clearly, but just as Genesis was beginning to think that he should snatch her up and fly off to a healer or something, she pointed an unsteady hand at something behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, Genesis followed her gaze to the shattered Bahamut figure and finally noticed the shimmer of a glass bottle that he had missed before. Four of them actually. In a voice that betrayed how much pain she was in, she asked him to take one to the girl in the library. She called him an angel, and that was just wrong on so many levels. In different circumstances he might have even argued with the title, but as it was he just clicked his tongue angrily before going over to snatch up the glass vials. Three of them were stowed away in his coat pockets, but he kept one out in the palm of his hand.
“You heroes are all the same,” Genesis complained, waxing a bit poetic as he knelt back down by her side and carefully lifted her upper body to rest on his arm while he opened the bottle. “It’s a good thing you met me. I’m not afraid to be selfish.” With that, he tipped the contents of the vial into her mouth. Given her confused state, he hoped that she’d swallow it on her own, because he didn’t know how to make her do that. Maybe if he slapped her hard enough.
Afterward, he tossed the empty vial behind him before gathering Lady Hildagarde up in his arms and taking off into the air with a powerful sweep of his wing. Thankfully he didn’t have far to go by any means. It was more of a quick escape from the hedge maze than anything as he lightly touched them both down in the back garden and barged straight through the doors back into the ballroom. Not very many people seemed to notice him charging through with a woman in his arms at first, but more and more people turned to look at them as he passed. Eventually, nearly every eye was on them as he charged upstairs and burst into the library without knocking. He never did like to bother with pleasantries once he was riled up.
The woman in the window turned to consider them both with dull eyes that were hardly surprised at all, and that was when Genesis knew that Lady Hildagarde had made the correct call in what was ailing her. “She’s conquered your hedge maze,” he announced as he placed her into the nearest armchair and dug through his leather coat for one of the vials. Normally he’d steal all the credit if his companion was out of commission, but the word angel was still rattling around in his head and he found that he just couldn’t. Pesky conscience.
“And she asked me to bring this to you.” With a clink of the vial hitting the table, he set one down in front of her. Now it was time to see if it would do anything for either her or Hilda.
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[attr=class,tagline]@ladyhilda
She recited Loveless and they're friends now. Those are the rules.
[attr="class","character-spring-1c"]“A Shrinking Violet Led Down the Garden Path.”
[attr="class","character-spring-1d"]He ended the Loveless verse that she could not utter. She closed her eyes as she let the words sink in, as if she was quite satisfied with his response. That was the mood she was in, wasn’t it? Nothing but somber morrows in a world she was abhorred? As the venom bit deeper into her blood, she felt more and more apathetic. As if the colors of the world were dissolving into nothing but shades of gray-tone. Perhaps, it would not be so bad to wither away like this garden.
Genesis’s teasing seemed to pull her out of those thoughts. “My husband would be very upset, if you did.” She retorted back kindly, still finding some wit buried in her induced state. She touched a hand to his cheek with a small smile. She knew he was being humorous. He made his orientation very clear in the beginning.
He left her side to retrieve the glass bottles. She seemed content now. Her mission was done.
“Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess.”
The lines were in fragments in her mind. It was the very first one he heard him recite, as she came upon the hedge maze. Her brow scrunched as he helped sit her up. There was no pain, but the sudden movement made her dizzy. Then the cool touch of the bottle on her lips made her realize what he was thinking. She had no energy to struggle as the medicine touched her tongue with an herbal and floral taste. Her body seemed to know enough to not spit it out and she swallowed.
Then, she felt terribly dizzy. Genesis picked her up and she found her face buried in his shoulder. She hoped she would not shame herself by suddenly being sick. It was a blur then. She had no idea where he was taking her. It felt like the world was spinning and slowly color was coming back again.
His actions only started to make sense to her when she was placed in an armchair at the library. She placed a hand to her face trying to wake herself up. It appeared he not only pulled her out of the hedge maze to safety, but also brought Sepsinia the bottle as requested. She felt a warm gratitude befall her. She fell back into the armchair cushions in relief it was finally over.
It did not take long for Dame Maxillar to charge into the library with a medic. “What on Zephon is going on?” Her tone sounded displeased that her party was once more going to be the chatter of negative gossip. “Why are you so disheveled? Why is he charging towards my daughter like a life depends on it? And please tell me why my hedge maze is on fire!”
The medic was already kneeling by Hilda and checking her pulse. Hilda’s eyes were simply unglazing at this point. However, she knew she had to speak up. Genesis had been kind enough to get her to safety and deliver the potion. It was her turn. “Forgive me, Dame Maxillar. I would stand if I could.” She pressed a palm to her forehead to shake the dizzy spell. The Dame made an abrupt gesture that it wasn’t necessary, then another to tell Hilda to continue her explanation.
“You charged me with aiding your daughter. Unfortunately, the issue for her behavior was coming from the maze. It appears the young man who committed suicide in your garden had cursed it. Your daughter must have been affected by the act. The disappearances of some of your staff…well we…” She glanced at Genesis, then back to Dame Maxillar, “...found their remains in the garden. The curse was violent to them.”
There was another moment of silence and the medic was already applying a poultice to Hilda’s arm. It stung and she felt hot and dizzy again. She leaned her head back and looked at the ceiling. “Sir Genesis was kind enough to not let me enter alone. Without his aid, we would not have stopped the source of the curse - a lovelorn and its spell amplified by a Bahamut statue. Without his aid, I would not be sitting in this room.” She turned to Genesis and gave him a warm smile of gratitude.
Hilda shook her head, and tried to shoo the medic from her arm with a soft gesture. “Please. You must make Sepsinia drink the potion. It worked quickly on me because I took it before the curse could settle. Sepsinia has endured for six months. She might need more time and medicine, but she shall recover her love of art and life again.”
Hilda’s eyes took on that serious determination as she met Dame Maxillar’s gaze. There was a moment of silence, then she instructed the medic to do as Hilda requested and attend to her daughter with the vial.
“I would like to see you both in the conference room in an hour.” Then Dame Maxillar turned to leave the library.
The medic did her work in silence. Hilda rested her eyes for a few moments, before looking up to Genesis. “You have my gratitude. I am surely in your debt.” She said softly, before giving a small smile. “The Dame took the situation quite well. You must forgive her, she doesn’t like such excitement outside the bounds of social convention. In an hour, she will understand or allow our further explanation. If she does not, I shall take responsibility.”
She turned to watch Sepsinia, already the girl was regaining her color. If the Dame saw her daughter returned to health, then all would certainly be forgiven.
[attr="class","character-spring-1e"]Genesis We can time skip to the conference room/rewards part if you like. =)
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] The girl didn’t seem inclined to drink what he’d brought her of her own volition. Genesis was contemplating shoving the bottle down her throat when two more people suddenly burst into the library. He recognized the older woman as the host of the party—honestly, he’d been doing his best to avoid her all night. If anyone was apt to realize that he didn’t belong there, it was her. She seemed furious at the scene that he had made and demanded to know what was going on, including why her hedge maze was on fire.
Genesis snorted a little at that before flickering his eyes over to Hilda and going quiet. They both knew he wasn’t the best person to handle this. Honestly, they’d probably have to fight their way out of the house past the police if he opened his mouth. Thankfully, Lady Hildagarde was lucid enough now to explain what had happened for both of them. She even offered him her gratitude, and Genesis shot her a slightly startled glance in return. After a moment of hesitation, he even returned her smile, deciding that she reminded him a little of how Zack had acted after their fight. The pair of them were a bit too generous for their own good.
Really, what would they even do without Genesis around.
“That’s me. I’m a Sir,” he added a bit flippantly to the host, but then he wisely went quiet and let Hilda handle the situation again. Apparently she had been eloquent and convincing enough that the formidable woman relented and let the medic attend to her daughter with the vial. She left to attend to the party guests shortly afterward, though not before demanding that they both meet her in a conference room in an hour. Lovely. What a charming creature.
Genesis fell back in an armchair near Lady Hildagarde, laughing lightly when she offered him her thanks again. “Please, I don’t know what to do with gratitude. Though I do enjoy when people are in my debt…” He made a slight face when she added that their host didn’t much like excitement outside of social conventions. “I have no idea how people live like that. Really, you’re the first upper-class person I’ve ever met who wasn’t completely insufferable.”
It occurred to him a little too late that he was supposed to be pretending to be some kind of gentleman, but oh well. Lady Hildagarde had probably seen through that about two minutes into meeting him. She had just been polite enough not to really call him out on it yet.
“Well, it appears we have an hour to kill,” he commented, taking the time to put his feet up and really get comfortable. “So you’re married? Do tell. My love life has been a tragic play split into three parts.”
***
An hour later, Genesis and Lady Hildagarde stood outside the door to the conference room. Genesis himself looked much less disheveled after a trip to the bathroom, but he still wasn’t overly happy about having to explain himself. “Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world’s end,” he quoted unhappily, glancing over at his companion. “If the police are in there, I’m breaking a window and flying off.”
With that promise, he knocked on the door with one gloved hand before walking in when they were bid to enter. Hopefully this wouldn’t be too painful as long as the girl had actually recovered.
[attr="class","character-spring-1c"]“A Shrinking Violet Led Down the Garden Path”
[attr="class","character-spring-1d"]Genesis was tense. He was used to getting into trouble. She gave a coy smile as she sank back into the chair, closing her eyes. “I pay my debts well. You’re in good hands.”
When he mentioned he wasn’t sure how people like that lived, she shook her head. The only reason she could think of is nobles were groomed at a young age to be insufferable and to follow social conventions. However, it would not do her well to speak poorly about the Dame in her own estate.
“Ah. But a love life being a tragic play tend to be some of the most beautiful.” She gave a sad smile. “I am married to a regent engineer. Though my love life could be compared to an aster thirsting for rain, then unceremoniously plucked from its burning field and set in a vase of withering narcissus.” She never understood why she was pitied and looked down on, when it was her husband that was cheating.
That was the most eloquent way she could put it.
–---
An hour later, Sepsinia was resting in her room, doing much better than before. She regained her color and once more she was speaking. She showed her thanks for her health. The truth was then revealed about the reason for the hedge maze. Her former suitor had tried to force himself upon her. She had shoved him away and ran. Unable to bear the shame once word got out about his treachery and upset at the rejection, he committed suicide in the garden and cursed it. He hoped to take Sepsinia with him.
The dame was informed of this news.
Firefighters and authorities were about trying to organize the chaos caused. The other guests left as things were sorted out.
Hilda looked up at Genesis. “The authorities are certainly in there. While I cannot tell you what to do, I highly recommend giving me a chance to explain.” He entered and there was a giant round table. Dame Maxillar was at its head. She was also there with the head of police and the nurse that attended Sepsinia. The Dame waved them in.
“I have been informed of the details. The bodies in the hedge maze were most certainly passed long before you arrived. And my daughter is once more in good health. I apologize for my frantic behavior earlier.” She eyed Genesis but said nothing. The party had been open to the public, even though it was clear he was not part of this social arena.
Hilda stepped up arms open in welcome. She gave a gentle shake of her head. “No need. It was a lot to process at once. If Sepsinia is well and the premise safe again, then I am satisfied.”
The Dame shook her head. “No. I am thankful to you both. You have given me back my daughter. That means the world to me and to her. She can go back to making wonderful art again. I would like to give you a deed to a vineyard that we no longer use. It is your’s to do with as you please.”
She placed the roll of parchment on the table. Hilda went to protest, but the dame waved it away. “I would also like to extend a business proposal to you. Help me renew my school of arts. My husband passed and I no longer had time to run two businesses. But with your help, maybe we can revitalize it. I can teach dance and you can run the music department.”
Hilda’s eyes widened. “Dame Maxillar, I don’t know what to say, except I would be honored. May I make another proposal?” She looked to Genesis, then back to Maxillar. She gestured toward the man next to her. “I did not save your daughter alone. I was aided greatly by this gentleman here. He also has an ear for poetry. Already he is eager to publish a five-act play. I think he would be a great asset to the school as well as adding a new branch.”
The Dame eyed Genesis. It was clear she did not trust him as much as she did her friend Hilda. Still, if Hilda recommended him. “What say you? Would you be interested?”
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Lady Hildagarde really was growing on him, and Genesis had to laugh at the vivid description she gave of her love life. “Please, I’ll need details after this meeting. Somehow that sounds even more dramatic than mine.” He really was a sucker for a good story as long as it came with plenty of twists and turns.
She pointed out the local police were almost certainly waiting in the room ahead and recommended that he give her a chance to explain the situation before he went around breaking windows. “Ugh, fine, we’ll do it your way,” he complained, throwing up his hands. “But if it goes wrong, I’m smashing double the amount of windows now.”
With that promise, he followed Lady Hildagarde inside the conference room and eyed the trio seated along a rounded table. He regarded the police chief the most suspiciously, since living under Shinra’s rule and his time in SOLDIER hadn’t exactly done wonders for his view of authority. Thankfully though, Dame Maxillar seemed to have had the entire situation explained to her and was no longer hostile. She even apologized and expressed her gratitude towards them, which Hilda graciously waved off. If it was up to Genesis, he would have told the woman to grovel if she was actually sorry, so it was probably a good thing that the blonde noblewoman was handling it instead.
To his surprise though, Dame Maxillar then pulled out a scroll of parchment and just casually offered a vineyard to Lady Hildagarde, as if she had unused parcels of land just lying around everywhere. Honestly, maybe she did. Hilda seemed taken aback too, so maybe this wasn’t entirely normal even in the world of the upper-class aristocrats. She seemed to be trying to find a polite way to protest, and even though Genesis had promised to let her handle everything, he waved his arms at her to signal that she should shut up. “No, you definitely want it!”
A vineyard would be plenty of work to run of course—he knew enough about being a wealthy landowner from his lovely dead parents—but it was a solid source of income. Maybe it would even have room for a few apple trees…
Lady Hildagarde seemed far more excited at Dame Maxillar’s second offer of helping to run the music department at her school of the arts. Genesis tilted his head a little since he hadn’t known yet that music was a passion of hers, but then again they’d only just met. Most of the day had been a whirlwind of trying not to die, so it wasn’t too much of a surprise that the topic hadn’t come up. “You’ll be good at that,” he complimented anyway with a flick of his hair. Still, he didn’t expect to be included. He especially didn’t expect to be offered to help run a new theatre branch.
Genesis looked between the two women, waiting for one of them to laugh. When neither did, he offered up a more genuine smile than he’d done in Dame Maxillar’s presence yet. “There is no hate, only joy / For you are beloved by the goddess / Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds,” he quoted before turning to face them. “I would be honored, my lady.”
For the first time, he wasn’t even being sarcastic. At least mostly.
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[attr=class,tagline]@ladyhilda
Hopefully Hilda can deal with him at work sometimes!
[attr="class","character-spring-1c"]“A Shrinking Violet Led Down the Garden Path”
[attr="class","character-spring-1d"]Despite Hilda trying to feign humility, Genesis wanted nothing of the sort. In fact, she was used to denying things she wanted for the benefit of social bonds and politics. So, having a stranger stand behind her and tell her to just take the gift. Well, it was encouraging. She wondered if Genesis knew how much work, and money went into vineyards. It would take time just to prep the estate and land. Even years before anything grew, unless of course…
…Well, she was an expert in sorcery. And witches were experts in plants and their effects….
She took the scroll and wondered if the Dame simply had extra land she couldn’t put to use after her husband passed. Or perhaps it fell to waste after. Hilda would need to use her funds to spruce it up one more.
A warm smile touched Hilda’s lips as Genesis accepted the proposal. She had no idea what he came for today. It certainly wasn’t to socialize. However, she was truly grateful for his support. He deserved compensation. Though she wished it was more. Perhaps, having his play performed would be reward enough for now. After all, he kept quoting something, which she assumed to be parts of his play.
“Very well, we shall reconvene come Sunday at eight in the morning to discuss moving the business further. Keep an eye out for one of my informants for additional information on the agenda and location of the academy.”
With that, they were dismissed with a wave of her hand. Hilda was sure the Dame had much to get back under control and apology letters to write. “Sir Genesis, I shall see you in the near future. I look forward to seeing your work.” She gave another warm smile and a curtsey, before turning to leave.
[attr="class","character-spring-1e"]Genesis The end. =) Genesis can now perform great works of theatre.
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] It seemed that they would reconvene to talk about the specifics of Dame Maxillar’s school of arts at a later date, and that suited Genesis just fine. There had been plenty of excitement for one day already. Maybe Sephiroth would even regret not coming to this particular party with him, but Genesis wouldn’t hold his breath on that one. He was probably off doing something boring while Genesis made all the money as usual.
Well. He hadn’t exactly made money today since he had abandoned his quest for the Bahamut cult. But he considered picking up a theatrical practice to be well worth its weight in gold. Now if only his friends would agree.
The pair were dismissed into the hallway, and Lady Hildagarde bid him farewell as graciously as usual. Genesis however just gave her his usual theatrical bow and sarcastic smile. Still, she had grown on him during their time in the maze. He might have even been looking forward to working with her. Not that he’d ever admit it. Outside of Angeal, he wasn’t inclined to wear his friendships on his sleeve.
“Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return.” With that poetic promise, he swept a stray black feather off his shoulder and turned away to take his own leave. He had friends to get home to after all. They might not believe the tale he had to tell.
