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The wind stirred as the sleeping woman lay on the grass, her eyes shut in both sleep and dream. If one were to not see the shallow breaths, the rising and falling of her breast, one might mistake her for a corpse laid out in the field as if given to the earth in bounty. The wind played at the loose strains of silver hair that stuck to her sweated brow, and her body shivered slightly at the sensation. If one could peer into the woman's dreams, all they would see is a blue sea of crystal, swirling breaking apart against one another, glowing brighter and brighter still. Her white gown, now stained slightly with the green of the grass, rustled around her as the crystal's in her mind's eyes turn into a maelstrom of energy until
Venat awoke. Quietly. Without much affair. The deep ocean of blue sky greeted her gaze as she blinked. She breathed, drinking the air in deep, tasting the cool crispness on her tongue, marveling at the sensation of her lungs filling and exhaling back out. She blinked. For a moment she thought she saw them smiling with tears in their eyes before blinking back to just the sky with nary a cloud to be seen. She placed a hand on her chest feeling her heart beat, forcing the blood through her as she began to sit up. For a moment she sat nothing staring out across the field, it's endless expanse of grass. The tears came before the memories, but her face was sticky and wet as it all flooded back. Her chosen. Her spark. He had done it; had passed her final test. She blinked as the question she knew was there since she awoke finally broke the tension in her brain. Then what was happening?
Having been part of, overseer and the heart of, the aetherial sea, this was not what she was expecting upon her return to it. She felt too whole, too real. She looked down and saw her donning her attire from before the sundering, her white robes and white mask affixed as if she had never changed. The questions compounded. She could feel her own humanity again which made her weep again. The questions continued to compound and grow as she took to stand. Her knees buckled for a slight moment, but she righted herself. She breathed once, twice before her mind was made up. If there was inquiry, a riddle, then who better to find the answer than she?
Venat began to walk picking a direction at random. As she walked theories came and went one sticking out more than the others. A thought surfaced that she hadn't thought about since before her time as Azem. Who or what had created Etheriys? The stars beyond her own? As she had become Hydaelyn, was there not something greater still? Was this her punishment, her sentence from them? To be subjugated to the same fate she subjugated her star? Humanity? She stopped. She called to hand her sword and shield. That worked. She called to hand her staff, but it failed to materialize in her hand. Again with her chakrams which also did not materialize. It was interesting and startling observation, and she made mental note banishing her weapons once more.
After walking for some time, something arose in the distant blinding her at first causing her to throw her hand over her eyes to block the kaleidoscope of colors that assailed her. A large gate of sorts made of...crystal? Interesting. As she drew closer the sound of people began to fill the air, and she saw the people milling about, talking to one another, reading and writing, and just living. Her heart swole and she smiled seeing that the beauty of life in this strange place seemed to be well preserved. Still there were questions to be answered, so she walked towards the gate proper following a glowing crack in the ground towards its source.
Venat approached the light near a gaggle of others before placing her hand against the pulsating door. Nothing. A slight coolness but she could not feel the heart of the crystal before pulling her hand away. Even if she was not Hydaelyn, presuming this was real and not something the mind was producing as she slipped away, wouldn't she still be able to fell her own magicks in the crystal, assuming it was her magics? Then perhaps this was not hers, and she was on a different star. But how? Why? Her theory from earlier still stuck like a thorn in her brain, but she set about the task of least ascertaining basic information.
"Pardon," she said turning to a group nearby. "I've traveled quite far, pray could one of you help me find my bearings or whereabouts? My sleep has dislodged some memories it seems." She smiled hoping her lie was convincing enough to garner at least some basic information from the people who seemed as though they knew more than she at the moment.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jan 12, 2022 21:54:45 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
The group, well. It was something. "Look, I'm not asking much here. Blonde, spiky hair. Giant sword. Have you seen him." Alex stood, arguing with a small group of three. The three wore mismatched armor with crude weapons. It was fairly obvious to anyone that they were bandits who had managed to scrape their gear together from what they could loot and what little they bothered to put together. One of them in the back, tall and redheaded, had a simple steel sword sheathed, partnered by an equally tall fellow, a moon axe looped through his belt. They seemed to be led by a man with a quarterstaff and black hair. This was the one arguing with a certain Warrior of Light. A spark, but not that spark. Probably. And he seemed to be growing more irritated.
"And I'm saying I don't give information for free. Maybe we have, maybe we haven't."
In truth, it had started as an attempted shakedown that had somehow gotten far off course. Three against one guy and a chocobo they thought. Easy pickings. But then the question about some blonde homewrecker sprung up and things had completely gotten off track. At this point, there was probably no real chance of a robbery. This was just too entertaining for the two in the back to let go. Alex however was having none of it, dramatically waving an arm as he shook his head. "I'm not paying, you haven't given any evidence that you even know who I'm talking about." He'd find this guy if it was the last thing he ever did. No one screwed him over like that homewrecker did and got away with it without a stern talking to. And preferrably a beating.
The man in front shrugged. "I do. I can describe your man. Blonde, spiky hair. Carries a giant sword. He's a troublemaker."
Ragnabawk, for his part, had decided now was a good time to graze as his owner had the argument out. Paying absolutely no attention to the momentarily stunned expression on Alexander's face before he erupted in a fed up fury. "Are you for real? You got that from me. You're trying to fuck me, here." He swore. His patient was at its limit. They were wasting his time, and he was wasting theirs. Though that last one might have been for the best. If he was wasting their time, then it was time spent not robbing anyone else, people who probably couldn't defend themselves as well as Alexander.
The leader for his part was offended by such a horrible accusation. "You're trying to fuck me. You're the one not paying up, friend."
Alex narrowed his eyes. "I'm not your friend, buddy."
The other crossed his arms. "I'm not your buddy, guy."
"Pardon, I've traveled quite far, pray could one of you help me find my bearings or whereabouts? My sleep has dislodged some memories it seems."
It was a momentary interruption, nothing more. It was acknowledged however as Alex waved an arm in her general direction. "Yeah, I heard you, Venat, I'll be with you in a moment." In truth, so engrossed was he that while he instinctively recognized the voice, he didn't really register that she was there. The other two in the back did, shooting her a quick glance and a raised eyebrow each before turning their attention back to the argument. Alex accusingly pointed a finger at the leader. "I'm not your guy, friend." It was going to cause a loop, for sure.
Venat stood for a moment as she awaited the group to pay her anticipated response. What she had not anticipated was that her name would be uttered so quickly by someone. She cocked her head intrigued, closing her eyes for a moment to reach out, to feel this individual's soul, but nothing. She frowned slightly before a slight smirk befell her face. So indeed, much and more of her powers seemed gone, but my wouldn't it be a bit more fun to figure out this fellow's identity now? She took a step closer, not quite entering the den of argument, but close enough that her approach would be noticed.
She took a moment to cock her head back and forth between the blonde young man, and the other black haired individual. Oh the bantering of men. "I think it's made itself quite clear that neither of you are each others anything," she stated moving towards the group another step cocking her head to each of them in kind. "As to if either of you were to," she smirked as she said the latter part of her statement, "fuck each other, I'd reckon that you would be able to garner the money you seek from onlookers if you charged a price." Crude yes. Perhaps something that would have come from her successor or perhaps Hythlodaeus but it was enough of a jarring statement to cause the black haired man to blush and towards her breaking the cycle of barbed words.
"I-uh," he stammered as Venat titlted her head as if what she had said had not been anything more than a statement on the weather or how's one day had gone. "What's your problem, broad? Talk like that again and I'll. I'll....." he stammered as his mind obviously was working overtime to come up with some vague threat. Venat smiled at the man, "If I might suggest, instead of standing round hurling insults at one another, perhaps your time could be spent more wisely? From your appearance if anything more than a strong wind should come up against you, you'd fall quite fast and hard. I could test my theory if you like." Venat took a step back and summoned her blade and shield to hand. "Or perhaps if you like, you may find your self occupied elsewhere."
The black haired man stared at her summoned sword and shield before glancing back at his small band one of which was already starting to walk away hoping to be unnoticed. "Sorry, lady won't be wasting more of your time." He gulped looking at the sword once more before bumping into the tall red head in his attempt to be anywhere that wasn't near her as possible. Once a decent amount of distance away, Venat dispelled her weapon turning to the blonde man who had called out to her.
"Now friend, I think I've bought you that moment that we may talk," Venat looked and saw a stone wall that was of a suitable height, she motioned him over sitting herself upon it, the sun glinting off her half mask. "It seems I need not introduce myself, a surprise to be sure." She looked at the blonde her lips slightly pursed still trying to ebb a soul seeing out of him but none were appearing or forthright. Then she remembered how found her brethern were of their masks. "But how very peculiar, I can't read your soul. How awful of me I know to not be able to tell you by your face, but these." she tapped her mask believing the man to be someone she must have met in Etherirys. "A cumbersome custom to be most assured." She pat the stone next to her to invite the man to sit. How fortuitous and suspicious that she had met someone with information who know her so early in her travels, but she wasn't one to look an opportunity to find answers in the mouth.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jan 14, 2022 10:34:11 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Alex was mumbling to himself as Venat was handling the situation like the, well, not really adult, all things considered. Though that particular F-bomb did snap him out of it for the briefest of moments, like a small child hearing his mother swear up a storm. "Wait, you're Venat." He remarked, just now making the realization. It was a bit late, but his mind finally caught up with his mouth as he realized that he had actually been talking to Venat. So he stayed quiet, letting mom handle the grown up things. As he followed her over, there was a small little bit of hope. Maybe she would actually remember. He doubted it, very few ever did thanks to this accursed world, but he really hoped. Of course, this was dashed when she actually started talking about how she couldn't sense him and all that. Leaning a cheek into a raise fist, he let out a resigned sigh before blurting out "When'd you get here?" He shook his head. "What, no, hold on, no, nevermind." On topic.
Looking at the ground by the stone wall, he raised it up some with a spell, allowing him to sit cross legged on the thing. It was just how he preferred to sit. A minor thing, and when you have magic, why not use it? "I honestly hoped you'd remember, but fair." It was becoming familiar, already was. Clearing his throat, he dramatically placed a hand to his chest. "I'm Alexander Sorel. I'm..." Azem, he'd almost said. The current Azem. The latest in a long line of incarnations that gets reincarnated time and again into a world of troubles to be part of that world. Explore, fight, die, save the world, die, then be reborn later on to do it all over again. So far as he knew, that was what he'd been doing since the world had been turning. "I'll tell you in a moment." He wanted to see something first, being interrupted by a sudden influx of static.
Pass the torch to the next generation my ass. Spend more time with my friends my ass, I spend plenty. You're just leaving because Hades is the new Emet-Selch and you don't wanna deal with his grump, I'm on to you.
That was, well that was weird. And confusing. Touching a hand to his forehead as he closed his eyes for a moment, he dismissed it with a shake of his head, unaware of the door that had been opened. "Right, okay then. Think you can tell me everything leading up to you being here?" That would be a good place to start. Maybe it was just a Venat that never went through the Elpis funtime adventure. He wondered if that would be for the best. As it meant that if nothing else, she didn't have to remember... literally everything that came after, now that he thought about it. The image of her covered in that black grime came to the forefront of his mind and he winced. Yeah, that might be a pain better left forgotten.
Venat, glad to be alone with the man, waited patiently as he kept jumping from question, to retraction, to statement. "Alexander," she said rolling the name on her tongue like a tonic. And two names. She gave him a glance over. He was donned not in the robes of the ancients, as were everyone else around them. She hmmed to herself striking the theory that perhaps she had returned to an unsundered world. "I just awoke," she answered even as the man had told her to change topics coking her head as she continued to listen and think.
"The universe has many secrets, but isn't that what makes learning them all the more interesting," she mused to herself as Alexander asked her to recount everything she remembered. How was it that a Hyur would know her? The only being who should be able to make those connections would be her chosen, her beloved spark. This man was clearly that snowy haired Miqo'te that had brough and the universe hope but perhaps, "Before I begin, I do truly feel a deep regret at not remembering our time together. Per chance, do you know the Warrior of Light. Perhaps his friend, companion, or another adventurer with the blessing of Light?" She smiled softly placing her hands in her lap as she watched the man for any reaction that may indicate he did or was.
"If it as I believe you do know him then you also know that I was the heart of Hydaelyn if he deigned to share such information" she began straight forward and to the point. "And if you do know this information then the regurgitation of my tale has probably been retold. As for myself, my last memory was of my beloved chosen passing my trial, and my sending him on to stop Meteion and her song of oblivion." Tears pooled in her eyes as she brought her hand to her breast. "I do believe his journey a success as this place, this star wither a fragment of our own or another is vibrant, full of life. The skies blue and unburning." She looked up to take in it's blue again.
"I was to return to the aetherial sea, my role finally complete, but it seems the universe and it's secrets had other plans for me," she looked back to Alex wiping away some of the falling tears. "I woke up in field and walked until I happened upon you. And that's the all of it." She did believe. Her heart burned with the love and hope that her spark had done it. This was proof enough was it not? That people were able to continue on. To live.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jan 14, 2022 19:20:49 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Okay, so she knew everything else that was going on, but not who he was specifically. That one... that one kind of stung. It was one thing to forget him, he could write that off as a general memory wipe that happened all too often in this place. But to remember everything else but specifically forget him, his lips thinned as he just quietly shoved that revelation down. It was best to just not think on it. Instead, he let her continue on, before shrugging ever so slightly. There was a small snort. "Well, of course I know him." He remarked, motioning to himself. "He's me." The one who had passed the trial, the one who had silenced the song of oblivion, the one who was the entire reason for this bloody world even existing. Or, well, continuing to exist. He made no claim to having actually made the place, at least. "Needless to say, yes, I do know the whole story." From beginning to end.
Reaching into his coat, he pulled out the orange crystal, the emblem of the sun shining bright. "Alexander Sorel. Azem. The current in a long line of reincarnations." He wondered who he could summon with this thing. Ryne. Cassandra. Prompto. Noctis. ... As much as the man currently infuriated him as a business rival, he would, if teeth were pulled and arms were twisted, admit that he could conjure up Caius if he really had to. There was just... a lot of salt towards Caius on his end. But he wondered about the rest of the Scions. How they were doing. He hadn't seen any of them since he'd come to this world, and it'd been over a year. Did they ever think about him? Did they even remember him? Had they simply written him off as lost and moved on with their lives?
But Venat was right here, and the thought of the Scions, well, he had to wonder, seeing as this was a better time to ask. "... Say, did you have any particular dislike for Alisaie?" The Echo afforded him many abilities, and being able to see Hydaelyn's plans had been invaluable, even if infuriating. Everyone on Alisaie, go go--Alisaie, no! He could almost see the young Elezen moving away at the last second to close the distance to their next Crystal of Light. A spectacular slam that effectively made Alisaie go splat. You--dumb--! Followed by the panicked sounds of Alphinaud getting a spell ready to get his sister back up.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose. He really, really hoped they didn't need him right now.
Venat sat with anticipation wondering just what a man this Alexander was. What she had not expected was his response. "Azem," she said more to herself than to Alexander got up to move towards him to examine the crystal. There was no mistaking it. That was Azem's crystal. "How very interesting," she started putting a finger to her lips, taking a step back before pacing in a small line back and forth. "Even as Hydaelyn, parts of the universe were still unknown to me. The flow of time, it's rewriting proven possible by G'raha Tia and your efforts, and the mechanizations of dimensional travel between stars was not my domain to grasp. A quandary that I would like to explore when given the chance as well as my continued existence" She stopped turning to Alex with a smile even as her mind raced a malm a minute. "So, that would not dissuade me from believing that you too somehow are Azem, and in that fashion also my chosen in some time and place." She stopped coming in closer and cupping Alexander's cheek in her hand. "And for that I must thank you from the bottom of my heart." Her smile was soft, her eyes gazing softer than usual as though trying to apologize for all the things that he had had to do for her by her. This Warrior of Light that was not hers, but also entirely hers.
"Alisaie?" she said stepping back after the brief tenderness. She gave a soft hmpf and shrugged her shoulder. "Why ever would you ask that? To see her be able to work with others, to stop believing the fate of the world rested on her shoulders and hers alone was a path that filled me with joy." The twins. Small little lights of hope that had grown and grown into an inferno of it. Perhaps when Alexander had faced her trial Alisaie had taken a hit or two, but he must understand she could not hold back on any of them.
Venat stopped for a second closing her eyes. "It's not fair, and I apologize I must ask for your help yet again." She opened her eyes looking at Alexander. "Are there others from our star here? And if you know where we are or anything about our predicament I would be indebted if you could enlighten me. That is if you would be inclined to help. I would understand if you would be done with me after everything." That itch, that desire to find a solution to the problem and questions before her burned bright once again. The same desire to explore this new place. To learn what there was to be learned. To see the beauty that was to be seen. To fall in love with creation once more.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Feb 13, 2022 10:44:28 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
As nice as ever, at least. Though Venat had always been a bit warm. At times she may have seemed distant or cold as Hydaelyn, but that seemed to finally melt when he actually met up with her in the lifestram. Still, her question made him really curious. Why would he ask that? He stayed quiet for a moment before he finally gave an answer. "Just curious." Yeah, let's go with that. He knew that Alisaie was partly to blame for it, too. When everyone was supposed to stick together to weather a storm together, it was counter intuitive for someone, like Alisaie, to decide that such was the perfect time to stab something else. And use up the accumulated power that they had gathered. Though at least now he knew what that was. Before he'd always just known it as something that came along in the most desperate of times. That girl was basically some kind of, middling ground between sister and adopted daughter, but he knew full well how impulsive she could be.
While he had questions, especially regarding this "too" business, Venat was a bit more lost than he was, so he figured fair was fair, help her out first. "There is Ryne. Well, if you remember her anyway. She's been staying with me. She's back to looking like a Minifilia, and we haven't figured out why that is." In truth, he'd accidentally called her that when they reunited, but he was pretty sure she didn't even notice. "We also had Cassandra, but well, when things got tough she left for greener pastures." Talk about fair weather friends. That homewrecker wrecked his home and off she went to join their top competitor. Though he realized, with Venat here, he should probably add in that she "Took Argos with her, too." That was still some bullshit. She wanted the dog so she just took him. He wondered how Argos was doing now, being treated like some fluffy pet.
Probably hated it.
Done with her after everything, though? He crossed his arms, murmuring some gibberish to himself and shaking his head. He didn't think she had that much in her. "Still though, guilt tripping? Really?" He raised an eyebrow. "You're on Zephon. I don't know where, exactly, in the cosmos that is. But we're on one of the few planets that didn't get blown to bits by Meteion. Which is kind of impressive considering this place has no lifestream and barely any aether." That still surprised him. He couldn't fathom a world that was lacking in two such critical components doing so well, but here Zephon stood, or floated in the dark expanse or something, all fine and dandy. "Now then," He coughed lightly. "What's this business about me being Azem, too?" A previous incarnation? Someone trying to say they were the current incarnation? He'd accept no pretenders.
Venat sat quietly, giving Alexander a nod as he described those companions still near to him. "Would that I could have helped the First against the Flood of Light more directly," she responded with a sigh. "If not for Minfillia, I had feared another Thirteenth." One world lost to darkness. One lost to light. Venat shuddered at the thought of the cosmic implications of that. Would she have survived such a blow? But there was naught to learn mourning over the could haves of the past. "I know of Ryne, but as Minfillia faded my connection to her waned and faded away. I would love to meet who she has decided to become."
Cassandra? Another name she was not familiar with. Had the Scions of this man's dimension or timeline, still her running theory, been comprised of others? That train of thought stopped when Alexander had mentioned Argos. "Argos?" She hummed low to herself stroking her chin. "Cassandra must have been able to forge a strong bond with him if he was willing to leave you to follow her," she conjectured. "Or," she said giving the man a mischievous smile, "Perhaps you've lost your spark with him." She gave a soft giggle before shaking her head. "Forgive me, I know full well that his bond and approval would last through millennia and ages. It seems that I simply must go to this Cassandra. Albeit his bonds, he is still my familiar after all."
"Having no aether would explain my own inability to summon forth my chakram, and why I feel considerably weaker even sans divinity." Venat said walking over to Alex looking out over the vast planes and the crystals that littered the area. "As for the Lifestream, that is a true shame. That souls should have to be cease upon returning to the Star, a sad reality." She sighed. "Though there is naught to be done about that it would appear, still this place has a power hidden. Perhaps it has not been explored enough." She cast her gaze back at the magnificent gate, it's power glowing and ebbing albeit there seeming to be no way to open the door.
Venat turned to Alexander as he asked the question she did not have an answer to. "Although your tales are tales I know, have watched, have endured through my chosen, the fact of the matter is that the Warrior of Light I knew was a rather raucous and flamboyant male Miqo'te." She looked at his head and then around to his behind, "And if my eyes do not deceive me, you've neither the ears or tail or fangs of a Keeper of the Moon." She gave a chuckle, her smile bright. "But isn't that fascinating? A mystery worth finding the answer to! If we had the answers to everything, what would we have left to wonder? So what say you, shall we find the answers to our new questions together starting perhaps with Argos?"
