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Post by Meliadoul Temgile on Apr 27, 2022 19:40:07 GMT -6
Provo was certainly a place that seemed to hold someone inside of it once they arrived inside of the town. Meliadoul had spent quite a few days here since she had arrived and yet the city's guards were still keeping her inside of the city, not letting her leave. It was almost as if she was a prisoner within a very large gilded cage. A cage that she had placed around herself by her actions in capturing those people for the guards on her arrival to the town. She was grateful though that they at least let her keep her arms and armor. As she knew full well that they could have just taken it from her without much arguments from her.
So another day and another walk around the city was in order for the seasoned knight. Despite attempts to relax she knew that her edge and instincts were still sharpened and she was paying attention to every single little thing as she walked along. Catching tidbits about a group that had helped save a town called Torenstein some months before. It seemed that they were the subject of many rumors. Her wariness in meeting many other people made her nervous about a group of people doing good deeds. Despite her own wants to do just that she had a gut feeling that this group would be more aligned with her thoughts then many others.
Walking toward the center of town she once more heard a commotion and once more she moved forward into the crowd. In the middle of this crowd she saw two people arguing over something at one of the many vendor stalls that dotted this area. This was certainly not a place for her as she was not a diplomatic person. Her attire made it more obvious she was a take action first type of person then a talk things out person. Thankfully it did not seem to last long as some guards appeared to settle the situation and she moved from the crowd.
Yet as she walked along she could not help but feel as if someone's eyes had been on her and she moved to a small park that was not that far from where the argument had been. Walking into the middle of a small clearing she stopped and waited for whoever it was that had followed her to stop as well before speaking as her hand went to the rest of the jeweled hilt of her sword. ”It is not wise to walk upon one who is armed and girded for war. Especially if that person knows that you are already there and came out of the way so none would be hurt should this little encounter devolve into violence. So tell me what I can do for you?”
[attr=class,bulk] Provo. It wasn’t Celes’ favorite city, but she didn’t mind it terribly. It was a nice change of pace, she thought, as she walked along the cobblestone streets that lined the city’s canals. The water was shimmering in the late afternoon sunlight, and she saw a few ducks idly bobbing along under the next bridge. The air was alive with the ambient sounds of people talking, birds singing, and boats sluicing along from one port to the next. It wasn’t quiet here by any means, but it was certainly less crowded than Torensten. It was less humid too. She couldn’t say that she missed the stifling, tropical heat.
She’d come here for a break. A change of pace, she’d thought, though she still didn’t know what good it would do her. This was certainly a change, but for what? Would it really do her any good? She’d been kept so busy helping Yuna with her patients that she hadn’t really had a chance to find herself, and then there was the incident at Provo’s Harvest Festival…
The less said about that the better.
She passed one of the many streetside marketplaces, and heard raised voices among the crowd. Something in her twitched to turn, to move, to march right in there and make sure there wasn’t any trouble. That’s what she would have done in Torensten, but she had special jurisdiction there that she didn’t have here. There, she was a peacekeeper, a member of the Dragonblades, someone with an unofficial approval from the head of state. Here, she was no one but herself, dressed down to her civilian’s clothes without any armor or weapons or anything but the magic she carried inherently.
What were the odds that she’d need any of that in a place like this?
Her path took her across the bridge and down two streets to a park near Provo’s central plaza. It was a lovely place, really. The trees swayed in the crisp autumn breeze, their leaves dry and colorful as they crackled together. The grass was slightly overgrown with late season clovers and wildflowers. There was a pond nearby where a flock of ducks was bobbing and muttering themselves. It was the kind of place that couldn’t have existed back in her world, the kind that still felt wrong and uneasy no matter how hard she tried to quell the feeling. It spelled danger somewhere in the back of her mind. Somewhere like this was just asking to burn.
Celes took a deep breath and pushed those thoughts aside. She’d never get any better if she didn’t. Those thoughts were irrational, she knew. So for now, she’d just…put on a smile and walk through the park. That wasn’t so hard, was it?
She was just admiring a collection of lovely pumpkin sculptures and telling herself that this was fine, completely safe and definitely fine when she heard a woman’s voice not far away. She couldn’t make out all the words, but she could hear the tone, cold and threatening, and was there something about violence?
Celes turned and started walking, faster now. She cursed herself for not bringing her sword.
She saw two figures down the path – one a woman dressed in a green cloak with golden armor and the other a man armed with daggers and carrying an overstuffed pack on his back. The woman hadn’t turned to him, but instead stood confidently with her hand on her sword.
Celes stepped forward, hoping that her presence at least might be enough to stop any budding conflict. ”Is there a problem?” she asked, shooting a sharp look towards the man. Most petty thieves would back down if they realized that they weren’t as alone as they’d once thought. Or if they thought they might be outnumbered.
But the man for his part looked more surprised than anything. His color faded as he looked between them then swallowed heavily. ”N-No! No problem here! I’m sorry, miss. I didn’t mean to startle you. I just…” He took a deep breath, straightened himself, and stepped forward.
”I wanted you to have this!”
He thrust out a single yellow and red flower, sweating profusely. Celes felt her mouth fall open.
Oh.
”I saw you in the marketplace,” the man went on. ”And I…I know I’m just an adventurer! Nothing special! But…But you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen! I was wondering if you’d want to…to…”
Celes felt her heart sink. She wondered if she should slip away now while she had the chance. She wanted to jump in the pond never to resurface again.
The man balled his fists, stood up straight, and finally spat out, ”Do you want to get dinner with me?”
As it happened, this day had been too good to be true. This just wasn’t exactly the disaster that Celes had been expecting. If given the choice, she might have picked the fire and brimstone.
Post by Meliadoul Temgile on May 27, 2022 11:41:17 GMT -6
As the tension of the situation hit its apex Meliadoul felt another person enter her peripheral vision. A woman by the momentary glance that she had as her attention was turned back toward the man in front of her. Hearing his words come up from an obviously frightened throat made Meliadoul relax her stance if only a little. So many times in the past things had started in this manner before things would go south in a rapid manner.
The man stepped forward and Meliadoul found herself getting ready for a quick attack upon her person and yet there was not one instead there were just words coming from the man’s lips. Apologies came out for startling her and then a beautiful flower was produced and she could not help but smile toward the man as she let her hand drop off her sword hilt. Reaching over she took the flower with a smile beginning to cross her face. Listening to all of his words she could not help but feel the flattery from his words toward her.
”I will gladly take you up on that sir. As an apology for nearly cutting you in twain.” Hearing that the man moved away and smiled toward her. ”How about we meet back here later then?” It was with a smile on the man’s face and a nod he headed off from the two women with a nod toward Meliadoul. As he ran off she could not help but release a sigh that she had been holding. Her hair fell from the kept up place along her head as she let her shoulders collapse just a little.
Turning her head as she gathered herself back up she looked over at Celes and gave a slight bow of her head. ”Apologies if I caught your attention, miss. Once a soldier, always a soldier.” Meliadould reached up and moved aside the hair that had fell down so that she was able to fully see Celes. It seemed that this person was a civilian and yet there was just something off putting about her. Something that she could not place a finger on and yet for now she was not going to do anything but attempt to relax after all that unanticipated tension.
[attr=class,bulk] Despite the inherent awkwardness of the situation, the other woman didn’t seem to mind the stranger’s advances. In fact, she smiled. Was this how women usually acted when approached like this? If it had been Celes in her shoes, she probably would have called the man out for following her, refused the flower, and sent him on his way. The thought made Celes even more uncomfortable than she already was, which was quite the feat in itself.
The two promised to meet at the park later, and after a few bashful nods, the man left. Celes shifted her weight, not really sure what to do or say. Had mercenary work made her too suspicious? Or had that come from working with rebels?
Once the man was out of sight, the green-clad woman let out a sigh. She turned and bowed her head to Celes. ”Apologies if I caught your attention, miss. Once a soldier, always a soldier.”
Celes couldn’t help a laugh. It was a short, awkward laugh, but it was something.
”I know that feeling,” she said. She pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. Somewhere across the pond, a bird was calling. She wondered what it was doing, what it looked like. ”I used to be a general. Some habits are hard to break.”
The woman certainly looked the part of the soldier with her heavy golden armor and sheathed broadsword at her side. What kind of idiot man would think to startle such a woman? He was lucky to have escaped with his life.
”I’m Celes, by the way. Sorry to have bothered you. He really was suspicious.” She shook her head. ”Well, I hope he’s learned his lesson about sneaking up on women in the park.”
Post by Meliadoul Temgile on Jun 17, 2022 11:06:37 GMT -6
Meliadoul was grateful that the man had ran off so readily. It made her feel much less awkward then she would have had he stuck around. Yet now he would have a good memory from an event that could have been horrifying. Thankfully she was not the hot headed younger woman that she had been when she traveled with Ramza. Turning her attention though fully over to Celes she was grateful that the woman had not made things any more awkward then what it was already.
The laugh after her statement of once a soldier always a soldier made her raise a brow ever so slightly. It was unexpected and it seemed to be awkward but she was not going to push it too far. Though the woman seemed to agree with her and reiterate her own feelings. Yet that wonderment slipped away as Celes made the intrigue disappear as she mentioned that she was once a general and that the habits were hard to break. ”My father used to say the same thing. I thankfully never got to his rank but I at one time led men into battle in command. So I understand.”
Yet here came the introduction that she had been expecting. Her name was an elegant one and one that Meliadoul could of expected to hear from her own lands. Probably from a nobleman's home more then a commoner in her mind. Listening to the rest of what she was speaking she could not help but smile and nod. ”That is why I agreed to meet the man later. One misstep and error should not lead to ones death or injury. This is not a battlefield so such things need not apply… I am Meliadoul, it is a pleasure to meet you Celes. You hold yourself as a soldier. Your posture and the way you are even standing in the moment. Ever ready for even the slightest of manuevers against you even unarmed.”
Meliadoul could not help her appraisal of Celes as unlike Meliadoul who was fully girded for combat anytime that she walked the streets Celes did not look the part of a soldier and yet one could easily acknowledge another if enough time was spent fighting. “I.. just arrived here. Met a few interesting people since I arrived. Every one of them had a story about this world. I can only imagine what yours is Miss Celes.”
[attr=class,bulk] It was nice, Celes decided, talking to a woman who seemed to be on the same page as her for once. It was nice making little jokes about life in the army and how strange it was to be out of it. It was nice hearing of her father, and meeting someone who knew her way around a battlefield.
Celes hardly knew this woman, but it was nice to meet a kindred spirit all the same.
The soldier, Meliadoul, could even tell someone’s stance by looking at them, and Celes smiled sheepishly. ”Is it that obvious?” she asked. She certainly didn’t feel battle ready. She felt silly in her light jacket and yellow pants knitted together at the seams. She liked the look of them. She liked the look of her earrings as well and her half pulled back hair and the decorative scarves she kept tied around her waist. She liked the look of it, but that look was one of a civilian, and she was, as Meliadoul aptly noted, unarmed.
But she was ready, wasn’t she? ’Ever ready for even the slightest of maneuvers against her.’ Celes might have been dressed like a civilian, but some things could never leave her. No matter where she went, no matter what she wore, she would always be a soldier.
”I’ve been here for…gods, I suppose it’s been over three years now. I still don’t feel like I’ve really adjusted.” She shook her head and looked down the path that Meliadoul’s admirer had disappeared down. It seemed to lead back to town, back to the markets and the hustle or people and gil. Celes was struck by a sudden sense of loneliness at the thought of it all. She didn’t belong here. Not really. She missed…
Well, she didn’t miss anything about where she’d come from, really, but the people…
She missed the people.
”I have plenty of stories if you want to hear them though of course I’ll need to hear a few of yours as well. I’ve heard of so many different worlds since I came here. Some of them, I’m half convinced are just tall tales.” She laughed a little and turned back towards the pond. There was a lovely path around it, winding this way and that through the flowers and the half-cover of the autumn trees.
”Why don’t we walk? I came out here to get some air. The city can be a bit stifling, honestly.”
Post by Meliadoul Temgile on Jul 4, 2022 6:52:47 GMT -6
Meliadoul could not help but shrug toward Celes when she asked the question about if it was obvious. Lightly touching the bridge of her nose and pinching it lightly. After taking a few moments to breath she couldn't help but smile and look over at Celes as she spoke. ”I think that it is only so with those to whoms life on the battlefield is their constant companion. When you have seen as much as I think we both have, it is plain to see.”
Finishing up her words she could not help herself as she smiled widely. Another kindred spirit of her wandering spirit to help others. Though hearing how Celes had been here for several years at this point made her a little curious as to what could be keeping her here. Meliadoul could not help but agree with Celes as she motioned and mentioned going on a walk with her. Meliadoul actually was mulling over what stories she could tell and which she would not with the fellow warrior.
”Stories are just that if one can not back them up. It is why a lot of the time I prefer to let mine actions speak for me instead of words. Perhaps you know a few of more levity instead of going straight into the events that created the women that we are today.” She spoke softly but with purpose as she moved to walk over beside Celes on the path that she had pointed out. She never expected to really run into someone like herself inside of Zephon but this was certainly a welcome change.
As she was willing to share some tales of her life and she had the inkling that the two of them were more similar than even she would admit. Stopping as she made her way to the path Meliadoul could not help but stop and rest her hand in practiced motion on her hilt. It was just obvious just how she acted that she was way to used to doing this to stop it even when actually at ease.
[attr=class,bulk] Meliadoul agreed to their walk, and Celes started slightly ahead of her, going down the lovely flower-lined paths that she’d already grown accustomed to during her brief time in Provo. Part of her wondered why she’d invited this woman, a complete stranger, to come along with her. It seemed a strange thing to do, really, and not particularly in character for her. The other part of her longed for conversation. It was very much like her, after all, to be completely surrounded by people and yet still find herself somehow lonely.
It was a little sad when she thought of it that way. She refused to feel sorry for herself.
”Hm. Well, my life isn’t exactly light either, but I think I know a few.” Celes didn’t exactly know what stories were appropriate to tell a stranger and which weren’t. She’d never learned such things in the military, unfortunately, but she thought she understood where Meliadoul was coming from. If her life was anything like Celes’ then there weren’t many personal tales that could be told around a campfire for a laugh.
’Well, it all started when I was orphaned in the war, you see. Then I was given magic as a kind of human test subject. You know, the usual childhood.’
Thankfully, her life hadn’t all been military conquest, rebellion, and tragedy. Well, it had, but she’d had a few friends to accompany her along the way. And their stories together were…
They were something.
”After I left the military, I was scouted by the rebellion. To keep things brief, I won’t go into it, but let’s say I didn’t really have anywhere else to go at the time. The rebels weren’t exactly what I’d thought they would be. There was a lecherous king who happened to be an inventor, his martial artist brother who’d lived in the mountains fighting bears for the last ten years, a knight who spoke with the strangest dialect, and a feral wild boy that they picked up in the plains. There was also a thief who insisted he be called a treasure hunter. He’s the one who convinced me to go along with all of this. He’d saved my life so I agreed.”
Celes already felt a little lighter just talking about them. They were a strange bunch, that was for sure, but she really did miss them terribly.
”We decided to go back into the heart of the empire, but we needed an airship to do it. Unfortunately, the only civilian-owned airship on the entire continent belonged to a half-insane man with a gambling addiction. We needed an audience with him, but had no idea how to get one. That was, until we learned that he’d been stalking an opera diva who was performing that night. Apparently, I looked just like this woman. And they all had a truly awful idea.”
She laughed to herself. The memory wasn’t exactly a pleasant one, but with enough time, she could see the humor in it.
”They had me dress up as the opera star and perform that night. It was absolutely terrible. I have no idea how I wasn’t booed off stage. But it worked. Halfway through the performance, the airship pilot kidnapped me. I convinced him to join our cause with a coin toss. Heads, he’d help us. Tails, I’d marry him. It was a double-headed coin.”
Celes shook her head. Despite everything, she missed Setzer too. He was crazy. He was depressed. He had an unhealthy attitude towards women. But she missed him anyway.
”And that was how we secured our airship. With an opera and a coin toss.” She smiled at Meliadoul. ”That’s probably the most ridiculous story I have.”
Post by Meliadoul Temgile on Aug 28, 2022 19:23:59 GMT -6
The walk was nice as Meliadoul could not help but enjoy stretching her legs. Step by step was in front of her as Celes spoke up about responding with a few of her own stories. Her at least coming up and speaking up about possibly sharing a few of them made her smile widen. Hearing her speak about being a military general and then being brought into a rebellion made her chuckle a little. ”Something similar happened to me. Though on a much smaller scale than yours. Your band of traveling companions sound like such a motley group but at the end of it all it seems that you trusted them.”
Responding quickly as Celes seemed to catch her breath as she spoke her own full story bit by bit. Listening to her story just made her sympathize with the other general. Hearing about her opera events brought a light chuckle from Meliadoul. It was truly something that she could not help but attempt to understand. Having to do something in such a different manner as to what she was used to. Hearing the story to its conclusion she could not stifle the laugh anymore.
Letting out the laugh she stopped to lean against alow wall that they were passing. Resting her metal covered arms on it she could not help but begin speaking. ”My stories are barely anything like that. Yet I feel as if I should attempt to tell you such a story of what I have done as well.” Turning her gaze out over the city that she could see from her position as she let her mind wander backwards through time. “The best story that I have in a similar vein as to your own is this. One day my company was traveling into a nearby Trade City. Once there a male member of our troop who obviously had a thing for another knight of my group was stumbling as he tried to find her a birthday gift. He had to get the help of two other women in the group. Those two that he had asked where actually her two best friends. Through a series of funny events he wound up stumbling upon his crush and buying her birthday gift right in front of her. .. I always found that amusing.”
She spoke about a small misadventure but it seemed to pale in comparison to Celes’ story. Yet with that she could not help but worry that it seemed that all of her adventures were not that great in comparison and it was much darker then anything else.
