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Post by Kimahri Ronso on Apr 13, 2023 15:41:51 GMT -6
A cool breeze carves through the grassy knolls and canyons of this machina-laden valley, sending waves of pollen through the air. Kimahri Ronso lifts a hand up to shield his face from the impending flowery storm, his nose being far more sensitive to the allergens than that of a human's. He couldn't remember a moment that felt more peaceful, save for the days he spent on Besaid Island with Yuna and company. That was, until Tidus arrived.
Kimahri studied his surroundings thoroughly as he walked a worn path between the ruins and hills, noting how the architecture seemed unlike anything he had experienced during his travels across Spira. Not even the crumbled necropolis of Zanarkand demonstrated such an unusual abundance of foreign angles and strange geometries. In the place of pyreflies were leylines that pulsed with ancient power. He gripped the Spirit Lance as it thrummed with the power of lightning, invigorating the Ronso's every footstep with clarity of purpose.
Truth be told, Kimahri found it difficult to walk the roads with a relaxed mindset. Training to become guardian for a summoner required him to be vigilant at all times, a habit already reinforced by years of ostracism and discrimination at the hands of his tribe-kin. Everything, and everyone, had to be kept at arm's length. For Yuna's sake, and for his own...although it could very well be argued that Yuna did not require Kimahri to act the role of protector anymore, else he would not be here in this realm.
Perhaps she had also found her way to this world? Kimahri scoffed quietly at the notion. Wishful thinking, at best.
His ears twitch, detecting noise nearby. Instinct takes over the Ronso's body, and the Spirit Lance is sent spinning round and round until it landed into Kimahri's open hand, buzzing as it cut through the air. Eyes dart left and right, ready to analyze the first thing foolish enough to cross his line of sight with the Scan spell. Worst case scenario, he'd have to contend with a creature beyond his ability to handle.
On the other hand, it might make for good practice.
Post by Alaric Carroll on Apr 13, 2023 21:40:22 GMT -6
Venomous reptiles had propagated as of late, forcing Alaric to keep on well-traveled paths of carts and people, clear of undergrowth and drooping vines. It was unlike him, he who kept to the shadows of weathered trees until his eyes adjusted completely. In many ways he felt exposed, vulnerable, similar to the first time he was freed from the Shrine. At least the familiar clinking of the glass medicinals within his satchel brought a sense of comfort as he all but danced down the jagged, suncaked road. He had yet run into another soul. Not that he minded. It meant his thoughts would not be interrupted this time.
Earlier he had rested in the mishmashed village of Keleawe, having spent the majority of the trip feeling queasy on a tradeship. Nearby his constant companion—a mechanical dog of his own creation—loafed. Unlike him, it fared the undulating waves that rocked the boat better. How blessed you are.
“Does he have a name?”
It had been far too long since he had been taken off guard. Yet this child had done just that, in the span of minutes no less. Alaric’s fingers had hovered just shy of the corked tonic as he considered his answer as one weighed their gil. “No.”
“Why?” she had asked. He should have known. Curiosity was never sated when it came to children. Alaric was painfully familiar with, having dealt with Arie's tendencies throughout the months. Yet a part of him could never let a seething remark when it came to innocent inquiries.
“I”—he deflated, at a loss on how to explain himself—”I hadn’t considered a name for it.”
“You should name him.” She spoke with the unfiltered assurance all children possessed. “Every dog needs one.”
Alaric scoffed at the fresh memory. He needn’t anymore on his plate. As of late the need to scratch an itch haunted his waking moments, bringing out a need to return to the Valley. Something about the ruinous lands stirred a longing akin to homesickness, tugging at the heartstrings, pulling him back no matter how far he roamed. Try as he might to squash the emotions, to erase them as he would a pencil sketch, his traitorous heart won in the end. So Alaric found himself traversing familiar paths.
He felt lighter, more-so when he spied a formation with eerily familiar lettering, jutting from the greenery. Meticulously as possible, he threaded through the overgrowth, keenly aware of his foolish actions. He was tempting fate to sink its fangs like a literal viper in his flesh. Yet the cry for knowledge outweighed wisdom. Besides, he reasoned, his companion would be alert for danger.
Given the dog lopped at his heels, tail a-wagging with imitated delight, he presumed he was safe. Until the whirling of gears sped up and the dog snarled. Twisting around, Alaric searched, eyes darting to and fro for scales. Sweat beaded his brow.
He could not see the threat. To his shock the dog bounded off, charging headlong past Alaric, and into the jungle depths. Rare panic swept the Lufenian. That did not bode well. Not for him, not for his—
Alaric went to holler, to call it back, only to scowl. A name should really be given. Even if he thought it a ridiculous notion. He should just let fate run its course. So what if the robot—his thoughts made his heart lurch and, try as he might, his rabbit-quick pulse would not be tamed. Much like at the Headstone Forest, he could not bear to see it harmed.
With a curse on his lips and despite his vows, he drew the sunblade. It weighed awkwardly in his hand as he slashed, carving a path in the dense jungle, all while pleading for all to be well.
You are more than welcome to control the actions of the dog for the upcoming post! I figured if you wanted more action, you could have Kimahri mistake it for attacking him, when it's trying to forewarn of a larger threat nearby? The choice is yours. 😄
Post by Kimahri Ronso on Apr 14, 2023 8:15:04 GMT -6
From behind a fallen structure leapt some manner of creature, quadrupedal, that Kimahri could not recognize beyond its general canid shape. His sensory spell activates, forming an array of sigils and patterns deep within his mind's eye as it divined information for the Ronso to use against it. It appeared to be machina, given the abundance of plates and cogs in addition to its echoed and tinny growling.
Vestigial reminders of his ally Rikku crossed his mind as Kimahri recalled her lessons on machina as a whole, how the Al Bhed had designed them to crumble and fall apart with the activation of certain failsafe mechanisms. His Scan spell revealed no such weakness here, which could only insinuate that this was no ordinary machina. Whoever built such a sophisticated device could certainly give Rikku a run for her gil, he mused.
Kimahri remained firmly planted where he stood, brushing the Spirit Lance's wrappings with an open palm as he dragged the spear back into a ready position, legs splayed and ready to thrust the weapon forward at a moment's notice.
Then, it started barking. Damn it! That would alert others like it! Wasting no time, Kimahri rushed forward with rapid footsteps and lunged with the Spirit Lance, only to hit air as the dog-like machina bounded out of the way, only to recollect itself and counterattack with a running tackle of its own. Kimahri shifts his body, letting it sail past, but the synthetic creation is just as swift to recover its footing and bark some more.
Kimahri scowled, flourishing his weapon as he prepared to try again. It seemed agile enough, perhaps he needed to be, as well? With a snap of his fingers, the Ronso had used his magic to alter the flow of time around himself so that he could match the speed of his enemy, courtesy of the Haste spell. With reflexes enhanced, Kimahri spun the Spirit Lance around in a flurry of golds and blues until he darted forward a second time, bringing the weapon down, up, and around himself in an accelerated barrage.
Surprisingly enough, the ironwork creature proved just as quick, as none of Kimahri's attacks could successfully connect with it; blow after blow failed to leave a mark against the robotic beast as it deftly hopped and leapt away every time. Moreover, it still kept barking... At this rate, Kimahri would be set upon by more machina, and given how big and expansive this valley was, there were bound to be more just waiting to crawl out of whatever hole they were hiding in.
He could just fry it with thunder magic. But first he'd have to slow it down.
