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The screams as people died filled the air with each person who fell. Blood splattered the ground and stained anything that came into contact. Sharp plates of metal were torn from the sky and thrown to the world below, crushing any who were caught unawares. The death...the fire...the gunshots... Was it real? Or was it all some horrible dream that plagued every moment of silence?
Brilliant blue eyes opened to a sky void of screeching monsters ripping homes apart and raining hell on the world. The air was warm and carried the scent of salt as if the ocean were nearby. With a glance around, the landscape was far different than anything that could be recalled. There was no inkling of a war ever having happened here. It was...peaceful, for lack of a better word. Only a single word crossed her mind at how different this place was from home. Pulse. There was no other option. She had to have fallen to the hellscape below and somehow survived. Was that even possible though? It had to be or she wouldn't be alive.
Sighing softly, Sam brushed the dirt off her fatigues. Her jacket had been burned and torn in several places with specks of blood barely making their presence known. What she didn't know was if it was her own or someone else's. Looking around the area she had woken up, Sam found fragments of her utterly shattered gauntlets. There was no way they were going to be repaired in their current state and they'd likely need to be rebuilt entirely. A quick glance at the inside of her wrist told her all she needed to know. The screams of death? Those were real. This quiet peaceful land? Had to be Pulse and they had to have won the war. Great.
In the land of the enemy with no weapons but her own two fists and whatever else the damn brand gave her was not how Sam wanted to start exploring. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her fatigues and started following a well trodden dirt path, hoping it led to some sort of settlement. If this was really the land of her home's enemy then her brand needed to stay hidden or she'd have quite the problem on her hands. After walking for a couple hours, the sight of a city came into view further confusing her. From her knowledge, Pulse didn't have cities like this.
Just what was happening here?
The faint scent of smoke carried on a soft breeze, interrupting her thoughts and drawing her gaze in the direction the wind blew. The smoke that rose into the sky was an oily black that was far from that of a signal fire or anything harmless. That color alone would easily draw the attention of anyone who knew a thing or two about fire. Someone had to be taking care of it right? But what if they were too late? Instead of heading towards the city to possibly get some help, Sam changed direction and ran in the direction the billowing smoke was reaching to the sky from. By the time she arrived, it appeared that someone's home had been engulfed in flames.
Outside of the home was a woman in a panic and a child crying, clinging to their mother as the tears flowed. Almost as if on instinct, she approached the pair and asked the only question on her mind. "Did everyone make it out alright?" The woman was startled by the sudden words of this stranger but was polite enough to answer, saying her husband was still inside and had stayed back to make sure they made it out. Without a second thought, Sam bolted into the home and started searching for the missing husband.
The crackle of flames as they devoured the wooden panels drowned out everything. The air burned with every breath and every second that went by only grew more dangerous. With every piece of wood that was reduced to cinders, the fire was simply fueled further and grew more intense. Just as Sam had been about to turn her attention upstairs, a burning beam fell, cutting off the path upstairs and making part of the ceiling fall to the floor below. Caught in the rubble was an unconscious man, barely breathing and covered in burns. From the singe marks, it appeared his lower half had been caught beneath debris, trapping him. If he stayed any longer, the wife would have to mourn the loss and the child would no longer have someone to call dad. That...wasn't going to happen. Not now anyway.
As the house started crumbling around her, Sam had no choice but to pick up the man and carry him outside. The task was easier said than done. More remnants of the floor above came crashing down on Sam as she made her way back to the entrance. After what seemed like an eternity in the fiery grip of hell, Sam's figure stepped out of the home and set the man down beside his wife safely. "You should have someone check him out to make sure he's alright. But I don't think your house is going to make it. It'll probably need to be rebuilt." Little did she know, this area was famed for it's ability to rebuild after even the most deadly of events.
Post by Caius Dragelion on Jan 18, 2022 18:36:38 GMT -6
The Dragonblades
A mercenary turned local hero. It was a weird thing for Caius, and not one he thought about all that much. He had just done what seemed right. As a Kingsglaive, it had been the same. He had joined the Kingsglaive for purpose, and that purpose had carried him here. Now, he had carved a purpose in Torensten as a leader of the Dragonblades. And it had carried him onto the open seas to fight the Kraken. But it had come with… Unforeseen consequences. What seemed like just what he should be doing put him on a pedestal in front of the entire city, lauded with praise by the King of Torensten himself, and it was just… A lot. Now he couldn’t go anywhere near the city without being recognized as “that guy with the dragon who killed the Kraken and saved Torensten”.
In some ways, the attention was welcomed. The Dragonblades saw a boom in business, to the point Celes could even hire an intern so she could go on her journey of self-discovery and all that. But Caius wasn’t such a fan of the personal attention. He had always been more of an introvert, except when work needed to be done. Having people stare at him outside of work was… Something to get used to. But he supposed he didn’t exactly help that. Especially when he found himself getting into trouble at every turn.
He too, had seen the flames and immediately bolted into action. He had left his armor at headquarters. While it was getting a tinge colder to where wearing it would be more tolerable, he just wanted to get some supplies at the market today. Fate had other ideas, it seemed. Not only had it led to his detour, but the people inside the home had already been saved by a woman with pink hair.
“Thank you” came a calm voice as Caius lay a hand on the savior’s shoulder, before he would kneel down to begin work on healing the husband. “I can stabilize him. Go get help” he instructed the man’s wife. “Least I can do is keep him alive long enough for a proper medical mage to do the rest.”
BREATHE EASY, TAKE YOUR AIM, BOY AIN'T NOBODY GONNA SAVE YOU SO WHAT YOU GONNA DO?
A calm, unknown voice spoke up with words of thanks, drawing her attention away from the couple to the stranger that had just shown up. Had she paid attention, Sam would have seen him approach from wherever he'd come from but that wasn't the case. The second his hand touched her shoulder, the instant reaction was to pull away just a bit to put a tad more distance between them. The last time anyone had a hand on her shoulder was when she was being brought down so the cuffs could be put on her without issue. Bad memories that had no place surfacing here and yet they did. The entire time this blonde stranger worked on the man Sam had pulled from the fire, she remained quiet, just listening to him practically bark orders at this poor woman.
From how this stranger carried himself to how he so easily ordered about a random woman who nearly lost her husband, there had to be some sort of military training. Or maybe he was a guard for the city she'd seen? With a quick glance at his attire, that thought was dismissed immediately. He was too casual to be some sort of guard. The only other option was law enforcement of some sort. But did they even have that on Pulse? Who knew. What she wanted to know however was the answer to a question that wasn't stopped by the malfunctioning brain to mouth filter. "A proper medical mage? Do those even exist?" As far as they'd been taught on Cocoon, everyone on Pulse could use magic. With that logic, why couldn't the lady heal him herself?
There was only one real explanation. It was a cover as a means to get soldiers or guards or whatever they were called here. With war being the last thing Sam remembered, the implication was enough to put her back on edge. At the same time, part of her wanted to make sure the injured guy actually got proper medical treatment. Sam watched like a hawk as the woman headed towards the city. Paranoia was slowly creeping in, digging it's claws deep in Sam's perception of this stranger and the woman that was now out of sight. There was only one other question that mattered right now.
"So, who are you?"
The suspicion in her tone of voice was clear as day. There was no attempt to hide the fact she suspected foul play was likely to happen or even that there was about to be a set up. It was fair in war to pull strategies like that even if it was a terrible move to make. Every so often, her gaze flickered back to the direction of the city, checking to make sure there wasn't some swarm of soldiers heading in their direction. The last thing she needed right now was that very thought to become a reality.
Post by Caius Dragelion on Mar 16, 2022 17:21:40 GMT -6
The Dragonblades
She pulled away quickly. One that didn’t trust easily, he understood that feeling well. But that wasn’t relevant right now. What was important was that this man needed to be tended to in order to survive. So he did. He had calmly ordered the wife to go and get help, though kept his voice as gentle and soft as could be considering the circumstances. She was already stressed enough as it was. But while he worked, the woman who had saved the man spoke up, questioning if medical mages even existed. “I would hope so, considering we’re in Torensten. The university of magic would be out of business pretty fast if it didn’t churn out mages that worked effectively.”
Was she from outside of Torensten? Or perhaps was she an outworlder freshly arrived? These were questions that could be answered later, though, as his focus remained on the man. While he answered the woman, he didn’t once look away from his target. Though the wife was taking her time, and he was getting tired. While he could use Cura along with his warping magic, he couldn’t sustain it forever. And he wasn’t able to sustain it with the same pool of mana as a Celes. He was eventually going to run out of magic reserves and have to draw on his own stamina directly to keep this man alive.
The untrusting one asked who he was. “Caius. I’m part of a mercenary unit here in town. The Dragonblades” he answered in turn. “I would exchange pleasantries, but I need to focus right now. Can you see if his wife is close to back? I’m doing my best, but I have my limits.”
I WAS NOWHERE, I HAD NO ONE I HAD NOTHING. LOST WITHOUT A VOICE AND ON MY OWN
It was hard not to detect sarcasm in the response she was given from...what was his name again? Right, Caius. The way he spoke sounded as if the name of this city was supposed to mean something to her. Surprise, surprise. It didn't. Sadly, this 'university of magic' sounded far more interesting than Mr. Hero was right now. Though her thoughts wandered, her attention remained on the elderly man Caius worked with, only drifting back to the city after a few moments of silence to yet again check for any sort of danger. Each time she checked in the city's direction, there was nothing. That alone, was far more unnerving for her than being face to face with death.
The knowledge of a mercenary unit in town wasn't surprising. It was expected. The only surprise was hearing that this guy was a member of the group. Perhaps he was the 'distraction' that some units would send in to draw attention so the rest could flank an enemy. Tactically it was sound, but as a distraction, he didn't seem that impressive either. After a bit, the process of keeping the injured man stable seemed to be taking it's toll on Caius. Enough that he even asked her to check on where the wife was but the thinly veiled 'or screw off' wasn't exactly lost on her.
At this point, Sam would usually have chosen the option to get out of there since the silent permission to do so was given. Meaning no one had the right to be pissy for her leaving. This time though, there was a job that needed to be seen through to the end. "Right. Whatever you say." Once again, Sam stuffed her hands in her pockets and started heading towards town. Part of her wanted to take her sweet time collecting the wife and returning, on the downside doing so would likely endanger the injured man further. It was a shame that choices like this were only presented when there was actual danger to someone.
By the time Sam reached the entrance to the city, the wife was just about to leave with a rather average looking person tailing behind. There was no way this was their so called 'medical mage' right? Weren't they supposed to look...more impressive or something? "Mr. Dragonblade is getting impatient waiting for you ma'am. I'm here to escort you and your...mage back." It wasn't like she was lying. He wanted the wife to return asap and this was the easiest way to get her there. At least there was a guarantee that the wife and the 'mage' would make it back unharmed.
Post by Caius Dragelion on Mar 17, 2022 15:20:16 GMT -6
The Dragonblades
He didn't mean to sass her, but he was under duress so she was getting sass. The part after that was pretty sincere, though. He really did need to get the wife back with a mage or he was going to pass out, and either she could help him, or let him focus. Either way, he would be happy to help her figure out this other world stuff... Once the guy was stabilized, anyway. The woman left, and he had no idea if she was coming back, but he had to focus on the task at hand even if it killed him. Luckily, the wife was already on her way back.
They left with due haste, and once the mage arrived, Caius waited until they got to work before stopping his own use of magic. He took a deep breath as he got to his feet, starting to realize pretty fast just how much stamina he had expended. Too much. He had taken too much time keeping the man alive. He wasn't as experienced with Cura as others, but it was becoming clear to him that maybe he should be if he found himself without a dedicated mage around. Thoughts for later. For now, he would turn to the woman who had brought them back and nod his head in thanks.
"Thank you" he spoke softly, the edge gone from his voice now that he was no longer under strain. She was a bit rough around the edges, but she had still been a great help. "You mentioned that you weren't familiar with this place. Am I wrong to assume that you aren't from this land, if even this world?" he inquired curiously, figuring the least he could do was try to help. "I can probably help you with-"
He stopped as his vision grew faint, and he became sluggish on his feet. Between the smoke and the exertion of keeping the man alive, he had used up way too much energy and it was making it hard for him to even breathe properly with the ashy air in the area. His knees wobbled and soon after he would slam forward into her, having fallen forward and found himself instinctively grasping at whatever he could to stay on his feet, including her jacket. His breathing was getting shallow and it was clear he needed to get out of here as soon as possible.
I WON'T BE SLEEPING TONIGHT I KNOW THAT IT'S GONNA BE WAR
When they returned, the mage quickly started work on the husband, leaving Caius to do whatever he so pleased. The ever so slight stagger as he stood up was enough to tell anyone who paid any sort of attention that he was in no condition to stand. If using magic was truly so draining on him, then perhaps he should have given himself a chance to rest before attempting to stand. But hardheaded guys will do dumb things. It was practically a universal law. Once again, Sam found herself at the receiving end of his thanks, though this time, the words felt far more genuine. His assumption was definitely correct, but the part of her that had military nonsense drilled into her was screaming not to answer the question because it had to be a trap.
But it was also the easiest way to at least get her bearings straight. All while walking into a trap of her own making. "I'm from Bodhum. Though I doubt that means anything to you." Just as he was in the process of offering some sort of help, his words faltered along with his breathing and he lurched forward as consciousness escaped him. Luckily enough for him, at the moment, her attention wasn't on what he had grabbed to try not to fall. Her attention was on his breathing and how shallow it seemed. With a quick glance around, Sam assessed what was around her. The wind had changed direction, starting to blow ash from the fire towards them. If she had to guess, the smoke and ash were the likely culprits. Unless of course his using magic had something to do with it. There were a few unpleasant words that came to mind over how easily Caius seemed to collapse but now wasn't the time.
Sort of.
"Idiot..." The comment was muttered under her breath as she tried to recall training in the event someone was unconscious. There were a few things that seemed simple enough to manage, like getting him out of a potential danger zone. The safest way to carry his unconscious self was on her back since it would keep his neck supported and the airways open. It was that or carry him in an unsafe manner and risk him choking to death while being carried. Lucky for Mr. Hero, Sam didn't really have that much of a reason to not help. In fact, helping him as well would probably be better for her in the long run. Especially since he seemed to know where they were in this godforsaken place.
Carefully so as not to hurt him, Sam shifted Caius so she could carry him to town over her shoulders and against part of the upper back. While on the way to town, she occasionally checked his pulse to see if there was any change. So far, nothing of note. The only good thing about carrying Mr. Hero like this was that one of the guards who saw them was actually willing to help her locate his 'home' since apparently someone there should be able to help. Locating the Dragonblade's place was simple enough with the guard having directed her. The problem was now that Sam was there, the situation looked really bad for her but it was about to get worse.
Instead of checking to see if the door was even open, Sam kicked it in so she could bring Mr. Dead Weight inside. Of course the door getting kicked in would get everyone's attention, except for the receptionist who saw Caius and just shook her head. The receptionist looked like she was tired of property damage happening when Caius was involved. "Sorry for the door. Got any smelling salts for Blondie?" While asking about the smelling salts, Sam gently laid Caius on the floor. Where most would have suggested a cushion, it was safer to not be on a cushion since that too could cause an unconscious person to choke.
Post by Caius Dragelion on Mar 17, 2022 19:33:12 GMT -6
The Dragonblades
Magic was a complicated and at times cruel beast. And that man would have died without aid. It stood to reason that stabilizing him was going to take a great deal of magic. And while Caius could use it, he was no Celes either. His specialty was in combat magic, augmenting his swordfighting style with said magic. But spells on their own took more stamina than it would take a more dedicated mage. Combine that with the long exposure to an area with little breathing room thanks to the ash and smoke, and it was little wonder he had passed out. The fact he’d lasted this long was a testament to how stubborn he really was.
She probably could have just knocked though.
While some, including Tomoe the intern, were annoyed about her kicking in the door, others took the lessons that Caius had taught about focus and priorities to heart and immediately took him from her. Some of them were dedicated mages, including Tomoe. It wasn’t long before Caius’ breathing was back to normal thanks to the team of mercenaries that he and Celes had spent all those hours recruiting and training. Soon enough, he was awake and sitting up slowly, with one of the mercs ensuring he didn’t get up too fast. He looked to his supposed savior.
“Looks like I owe you one” he remarked, though peered past her a moment with a quirked brow. “The door was unlocked, though.”
He sighed. At least he was alive, he supposed.
“You said something about Bodhum? I don’t know it, but sounds like you blew in here from another world. Many of us, have. The Dragonblades have been taking in refugees for some time, giving them a means to make gil and do some good around Zephon while having people they can rely on. As for where we are… This is Torensten, a city known for its harbors, its warrior and hero heralding culture, and its magic. Everything here is powered by magic-charged crystals, and the university here teaches mages how to use their innate capabilities well. You’ve met Tomoe, I assume.”
I WON'T BE SLEEPING TONIGHT I KNOW THAT IT'S GONNA BE WAR
The quick action of the trainees and Tomoe the intern was rather impressive. Many people wouldn't have known what to do but the fact they seemed prepared for such an eventuality was both a good thing and a bad. It was...telling, for lack of a better word. It sang tales of how many misadventures warranted the need for such preparation. It should have been concerning and yet it wasn't only because of Sam's own experience in the military. For awhile, she watched them work on Caius, slowly helping his breathing steady before eventually regaining consciousness. Once the man of the hour was awake, he actually seemed to remember what happened. Surprising since most people who pass out tend to remember feeling faint before nothing. Regardless, the fact he remembered meant it made things easier.
At least that's what she had thought. She waved off Caius's comment about owing her one mostly because she had broken down the door. It was a fair trade, right? His next set of words were what had Sam's undivided attention. He claimed not to know Bodhum and that this was a different world altogether. A world he called Zephon. Pulse was a different world too and no one from Cocoon knew what the people from Pulse called their home. The more he described the heavy use of magic and crystals, the more it sounded foreign and strange. The only real difference Sam had even noticed between this world Caius called Zephon and her Pulse was the civilization level. This place seemed more civilized. For now anyway.
"So let me see if I understand this. You're saying I'm in an entirely different world and that you and quite a few of the people here are from other worlds as well. I take it the refugees you were talking about happen to be more people from other worlds?" Her arms remained crossed as she double checked the information. There was so much to be suspicious of yet nothing made any sense. "You make it sound like magic is something anyone can learn." The explanation helped clear some things up all while making others feel cloudier than before. "Anyone ever make it back to their home?"
Post by Caius Dragelion on Jun 1, 2022 11:12:28 GMT -6
The Dragonblades
She needed a bit to process that. Yeah, he had expected that. Most did. Caius had practically become Zephon's welcome wagon at this point for offworlders. She would then ask for context, to which Caius nodded his head to indicate he would oblige. "Yes" he answered in turn when it came to her first question.
"Myself and my co-leader, who founded the Dragonblades. We're both from different worlds from this. And not even the same one as each other. We've seen completely different worlds and have different backgrounds, but we came together and realized we could do some good here. Many who join us are refugees, as I said, who came from other worlds and have nowhere to go, no work, no connections. Places like Sonora will turn away people like that at the door if they don't arrest you and lock you up for fear of you being some kind of dangerous alien. Torensten meanwhile has really embraced the refugees, with their fascination for strong warriors. Many who wind up here are combat capable, and need work and like-minded people. So that's kind of where we come in. It's not a perfect business, but they make a decent wage without taking too much from people who need it, and when Torensten is in danger, which trust me... It always is. We're always there to lend a hand."
The questions continued though, and he shrugged at the second one.
"I think you need to have an aptitude for it. Some have aptitudes for different spells than others too. Most from my world were born without it. I get my magic from another source. Though with how many different world's resources Torensten has at its disposal... It's very possible they can find something for people without that aptitude" he answered the second question, making it clear he didn't know for sure on that last part, but it was always worth exploring.
"I don't know" he admitted to the last one. "Some people just... Disappear sometimes. We don't know if they went home or not, they disappear and there are a lot of gaps in my memory where I remember... Things. But the people involved, I don't. It's difficult to explain. It's very possible some have gone home, but... People like me have been here for years."
So with that, he supposed he had a question or two of his own.
"What about you? If you're going to be here at least for awhile, do you have a place to go?"
