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Post by Clive Rosfield on Aug 28, 2023 10:07:10 GMT -6
THE OUTLAW
Celes caught up to him soon after, and in that same, uppity, judgmentally "holier than thou" tone she seemed to take at almost every turn, railed on him for running. But when she spoke, he also realized: She had misspoke herself. They wouldn't be putting Torgal down if he claimed him. And maybe if she had been speaking to one of her subordinates, or fellow "Dragonblades", she would have gone uninterrupted. But he wasn't one of her lackeys.
"You said they would probably put him down!" Clive snapped back at her, his last gasps of wind beginning to form into adrenaline one final time as he finally let loose with the rage he'd been holding in all this time. "Why the fock do you THINK I ran?! Do you even HEAR yourself when you talk down on people?! I have done nothing but cooperate, spent a night in a prison I could have easily escaped from before they even finished locking me up, all without a single complaint until you basically told me they were going to execute Torgal!"
After getting that out, Clive started to calm down, at least a little as it sunk in that Torgal was safe. If he could get past this trial, he could probably take Torgal and go. He didn't even care about going into custody of these Dragonsomethings so long as Torgal was safe.
But he knew he'd made it harder for himself. He knew that. He hadn't meant to, but when she'd said Torgal would likely be killed, he...
Lady Chere went on and on about how the Dragonblades help people, and helped offworlders. Though his attention was taken a moment by the note that this world could take anyone, alive or dead... Even those who...
A horrific image entered his mind in that moment That would be a terror that would plague his nightmares later. He looked to Mid a moment, however, and it probably wasn't hard to tell what he was thinking as his eyes widened soon after she said that. There were things that could put Mid at risk from their world if they returned... Benedikta, Kupka, Barnabas... Ultima. They could all come back to life, and take who he had left.
Which meant he had to get out of here. He had to pass this trial. He refused to let that happen. Whatever it took. Though to his surprise, Celes would actually heal him. Not a ton, but it was enough. Slowly, he managed to bring himself to his feet.
"Thank you," he spoke softly, taking a deep breath as he did his best to get his bearings before looking to Celes. His expression had turned serious, though the rage within was gone. Instead, he spoke with a calmer gait, that would seem almost refined by nobility if not for how breathy his voice had become. He blamed the Empire's conditions they made the Bearers work in for whatever had happened to his voice.
"For what it's worth, I sincerely apologize, Lady Chere" he did actually genuinely apologize at that. "When I found out Torgal might be executed, I... My senses left me. I never thought I'd see him again, and for him to be killed because he was looking for me, it..."
He let out a long breath. The rest didn't need to be said. It was more than he could take.
"It's... Been a long day. A lot's happened, and I owe Mid a long explanation of what transpired after I left her side. I pray I can help you understand what led me here as well. But for starters, for Mid it's been a week since my brother Joshua, Dion and I went to stop Ultima from, essentially, wiping out humankind entirely."
Clive grit his teeth, unable to meet her eyes or Mid's in that moment. "For me... Hardly a day's passed since Joshua died in my arms. Since I killed Ultima, and thought I had died myself ensuring he couldn't hurt anyone anymore. When I saw that crystal... I thought we had failed."
But something was still bothering him, and finally, he couldn't hold that in anymore. "But for Torgal, I know I am in no position to ask for favors and I am sorry if this causes more trouble. But he doesn't deserve to languish in a cell because of me, and I don't think I can leave here without him."
Of course, he doubted she'd give a damn about that. Why would she? He'd caused nothing but trouble, and so had Torgal. So he knew he'd have to bring something to the table.
"You have naught else to fear from me, or Torgal... And if what you say is true about the evils that this world is bringing from our worlds, we're going to need him."
He looked to Mid once more. "Mid can attest. If some of the other Dominants -- Benedikta, Kupka, Barnabas, or by the gods Ultima himself... Were to come to Zephon. Many lives will be in danger. They are all cruel, bloodthirsty, power-hungry and I don't think even I can defeat them again in the state I'm in. Especially not without Torgal."
Post by Midadol Telamon on Aug 28, 2023 11:13:44 GMT -6
"Still busy savin' the world, then?"
Engineering Prodigy
Mid couldn't help but sigh as she took off after Celes, trying to keep talking along the way. By the time they reached Clive, she had fallen behind a little, and was panting a bit as she came alongside Celes. She was an engineer; not a soldier, after all, and while she was well known for her whirlwind energy, endurance wasn't exactly one of her strongest points. She stopped, panting a little, and looked at the pair of them. "Would you two 'ang about an' slow down a bit? Some of us are wearin' leather trousers 'ere!" Mid's skin tight leather trousers looked great, and were sturdy enough to withstand plenty of dropped tools or spilled oil, but they were definitely not made for running. Especially when combined with her thigh high leather boots, which also weren't exactly extremely flexible. Or at least, that was her excuse for falling behind.
She took a deep breath, and reached up to brush a strand of hair out of her face. Luckily, her extremely long ponytail held most of it, but that much hair pulled back also did not help with the running. "Okay, look, not take sides or nowt, but you kinda DID say you were gonna put Torgul down," Mid pointed out to Celes. Yes she was now ranting about how nobody was going to hurt Clive's dog, which was definitely not what she had said before. "And YOU jus' got outta jail," she said turning on Clive. "Can you go FIVE MINUTES wit'out givin' Celes a reason to arrest you again? Or is that askin' too much?" she said, just to balance out her criticisms.
"Maybe you shoulda given 'im the pamphlet," Mid pointed out to Celes, since she was now dumping information onto Clive that he really had no way of knowing. She supposed that Celes seemed pretty stressed and exhausted, but she seemed to be assuming that Clive knew all the details of his incarceration and what came next without actually having it explained to him. She guessed that was where the pamphlets came in handy.
She DID however note her comment on monsters could come through too, and presumably had. And she saw the recognition in Clive's eyes too. But unlike Clive, she just took that as confirmation as to her theory. Clearly, whatever took them to this world wasn't locked by the traditional flow of time. As evidenced by Clive mentioning the difference of a week or so for her and him. Which if it was independent of time, it could take anyone from any point in their timeline. And, yes, Clive was panicking that that meant some of their enemies could be returned to life and come through to Zephron. But Mid was instead taking it as evidence that her theory was accurate, and she could learn a way to control it, and return Joshua, and even her father, to life.
Mid sighed, looking between them both. She didn't love that Celes brought her into it and told Clive to apologise to her, like she was some wayward child. She tried to figure out how to mediate between them. Her father would have been good at that. Okay, sure, he'd have probably just hit them both upside the head and told them to 'stop buggerin' about', but it'd have worked. That was a little outside Mid's area of expertise. Mighty tempting though. It was probably kinda hard to reach Clive's head though...
"Alright, listen you two, far be it for me to try tellin' either of you nowt, but 'ow 'bout this?" she suggested. "Torgal in't jus' a dog. 'E's an frost wolf. Smart. Sentient. Keepin' 'im locked up in't fair. I mean, what did 'e do but run after his friend? Then the guard lot tried to stick a sword in 'im 'cause they saw a big monster. In't 'is fault. But I get it. Clive in't exactly endearin' 'imself to the authorities, or to you. So 'ow's this? Release Torgal to me. I'll look after 'im. Me and 'im go way back anyways, and Clive can visit 'im whenever he wants then. An' if 'e does act up, I can guarantee you I can make somethin' that can keep an ice wolf locked up way more effectively than anythin' they got in this place," Mid added. "Once Clive proves 'e can be trusted, provided he does that an' don't piss everyone off on the continent, which I 'int sayin' ain't a possibility, by the way, 'e can have Torgal back. In the meantime, 'e knows Torgal is looked after and 'e can visit any time 'e wants," she suggested.
"Besides, I always wanted a dog. Dad always said no, ever since the 'ole incident with the engines I attached to 'is chocobo's legs to make it run faster, but I were only eleven, an' it seemed like a good idea at the time!" Mid explained. "And he i'nt wrong, plenty of people who weren't too friendly, if you take me drift, back in our world. 'course, most are dead now, but that don't mean nowt 'ere, does it, so best be prepared," she explained. And then she paused. "Least 'til I get this all worked out, an' then can put a stop to the ones we don't want, an' bring through the ones we do," she added cheerfully, still fairly certain that there had to be an explanation for what was happening, and that she would soon be able to unravel it. If her father could unravel the mystery of the crystals with no help, she was sure she could crack this! Finally, a chance to live up to the Telamon name, and prove that she could solve her own mystery, and help the world just like her Dad had, instead of just inventing tiny gadgets and thinking that would do.
[attr=class,bulk] Celes didn’t need this. She didn’t need this. She did not need this.
But here she was, feet aching, sleep deprived, and struggling to catch her breath as this idiot of a self-sacrificing man yelled at her and a plucky girl with an almost incomprehensible accent tried to mediate and her sprained wrist pulsed with pain and she did not need this.
Celes wanted to scream. She wanted to place her head in her hands and let out a long, primal scream until her lungs felt hollow and maybe, just maybe, she could express a small fraction of what she felt right now. But she couldn’t do that, could she? No. She had to be professional. She had to work out a proper solution.
So even though she was in no position to think properly or make decisions or do much of anything at all except curl up on the side of the hallway, rest her head against her arm, close her eyes, and fall asleep, she kept her head high and tried to listen.
Clive had a lot to say for himself. Mid had a lot to say for him too. Even though it was clear that she was trying to be fair, it felt quite a bit as though the two were ganging up on her. Which was only fair, considering she was practically a stranger and they were more like family, but she found that the rational part of her mind wasn’t working particularly well at the moment leaving only that primal scream in its place.
Don’t be defensive. Don’t be defensive. Don’t be-
”You’re sorry? After everything?” she snapped back at Clive. ”Of course this will cause me more trouble! Because that’s exactly what I needed!” She felt a sob rise up in her throat and she cut it off, strangling it before it could reach any other part of her.
Oh damn it all! She couldn’t do this.
Celes put a hand over her mouth and closed her eyes. ”I…I was up all night. Dealing with this mess. Putting out fires. I just…I need a moment.” She hated how weak she sounded. She hated the emotion in her voice. She hated herself.
Why couldn’t she shove all this off on someone else? Make it their problem? She could have easily left Clive in jail. Left it to the state to sort out. Her stomach ached, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten in nearly twenty-four hours. She just needed a moment to breathe and to process and to think.
”I…can’t give you the wolf,” she said slowly. ”It’s not in my power. They asked for my advice, but it’s in the custody of the city guard now. Even if I wanted to, they don’t trust you, and I doubt they’d give a monster back to a violent criminal.”
She took a long, slow breath. This was clearly important to them. Extremely important, apparently. Celes could compromise. She could problem solve. She just had to access the part of her brain responsible for it all.
”I’ll plead your case. At the very least, I’m sure they won’t hurt it if I tell them it belongs to one of you. I’ll tell them it’s Mid’s. That it was brought here separately and came to help when Clive was in danger. After all the damage it did to the castle, I don’t think they’d hand over custody to her until we have somewhere to put it, but that would sort this all out faster.”
Which meant securing a new place for Mid to live. The Wyvern’s Rest didn’t have room for what she’d suggested. And then Mid would need…whatever it was that she needed to build it all. But it was a compromise. A fine compromise, she thought. Maybe it would stop them both from yelling at her.
”In the meantime, we can go and visit and you’ll see that it’s being treated fine. It was starving and dirty when I fought it last night. It looks much better now. They’ve fed it and I think somehow managed to give it a bath…”
Which meant the wolf was being treated better than she was. Wonderful.
Post by Clive Rosfield on Sept 7, 2023 8:41:15 GMT -6
THE OUTLAW
"Yes, because I'm sure you had absolutely no thought to do the same the minute she said they'd off him" Clive remarked back at Mid when she interjected, calling her bluff. Mid had grown up with that dog from an even earlier age than he had. He highly doubted she was capable of much better than him in this instance, if he hadn't run off first.
At first, Clive just glared at Celes when she continued to go off at him. She'd been the reason he had gone bounding off after Torgal because she couldn't string a sentence together to save her life, and yet she was STILL getting all uppity and holier than thou. But as she continued talking, at the least he did understand a little bit. While he had been... Attempting to sleep, she had been putting out fires from yesterday all night and hardly slept herself. And he was reminded that she had no actual power here. Only sway. She'd done plenty just getting him out of jail before the trial to begin with.
None of this was her fault, he knew that. Sure, she had been the one to lock Torgal up, but she had to. And she'd done her best to at least ensure he wasn't killed in the scuffle. She was trying to help them, he did have to remind himself of that.
"I didn't..."
He didn't mean to cause her trouble. He didn't mean to make her be as miserable as she looked and sounded. He hadn't intended for any of this. He wanted to free this world from Ultima, that was all. He couldn't have known that things were as they were. For a moment, he raised a hand as if to place it on her shoulder, some attempt at comfort or support, some sort of apology. But he thought better of it.
Even then, it was still hard to trust her, given everything he'd gone through. He didn't know this woman, and while Mid seemed to like her well enough, there was always the chance she could turn around and be completely different. Almost everyone with a measure of power in Valisthea had been horrible. He still didn't know if the same rang true here.
It seemed all she could do was plead their case. Spin it a little. Mid mentioned an incident with a chocobo she put engines on, and he shot her a look that said she wasn't helping. But in the end, he shook his head with a long sigh. "Mid's father took care of Torgal for years while I was an Empire conscript. I trust Torgal in her hands" he would resign to, at least. He sure hoped he could trust her, anyway. Not that Torgal would let her put engines on him. Would he? "For the time being, I just... Want to see him. And know he's alright. If he's hurt because of me, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself" he expressed softly.
Celes claimed that Torgal had been fed and had been bathed, though, which made him squint in suspicion. "Somehow I doubt that" he admitted bluntly, staring point blank at Celes as if trying to discern if she was either lying or trying to make a joke. He hadn't doubted a lot of what she'd said so far, but the soldiers giving Torgal a bath? "I can't bathe him myself half the time. You'd have better luck bathing a dragon. I was lucky to have Lady Charon around when I did, since she spoils him rotten."
Now he really did have to see Torgal, because that bathing insinuation just made her seem all the more suspicious. "Please, lead the way, Lady Chere."
Post by Midadol Telamon on Sept 25, 2023 6:18:36 GMT -6
"Still busy savin' the world, then?"
Engineering Prodigy
Mid looked back at Clive with an annoyed expression on her face when he pointed out that she was just as likely to run off after Torgal, and put her hands on her hips. "No, I din't, actually," she replied. "I jus' planned to break 'im out in the middle of the night before they could do nowt. You know, like a normal person would," she pointed out. There was a distinct possibility that being raised by Cid Telamon had somewhat skewered Mid's point of view on what 'normal' was, but she wasn't entirely willing to consider it right then and there.
Of course, Celes replied to Clive, seemingly very stressed. It seemed Clive had been causing more problems than even Mid had anticipated. Usually, things seemed to work out for Clive. That or he ended up back at the Hideaway while total chaos reigned elsewhere. It was a little unusual to see it from another person's point of view, and she felt a pang of sympathy for Celes. Only a pang, however.
"Great Greagor's Gash, you all like this 'ere? 'e's a dog. What kinda people put a dog in jail? What you gonna do? Put 'im on doggy trial? 'Oo's gonna be the judge? Fenrir an' a Moogle? Clive's right. Me Dad basically raised me and Torgal together. Pro'ly known 'im longer than Clive has, an' last time I checked, I'm not a violent anythin', so they should let me take 'im. Lemme talk to 'em, I can be proper convincin' when I wanna be. Bet they'll let me walk away with 'im." Although that was usually because Mid's approach was 'a whirlwind of words until they gave in and let her have what she wanted', but it was a persuasion type that worked.
"Ah, you just gotta 'ave the knack for it, Clive. Trus' me, I can get him all bathed an' 'appy," Mid nodded. Yes, Mid had been raised around Torgal, so the two basically saw each other as siblings. Or at least, that's how Mid liked to think Torgal viewed her. So she knew some tricks to help bathe him. Okay, so Clive would always be his true master, but she liked Torgal too. Plus, privately, she thought she was probably a better owner than Clive. After all, she didn't take him out to fight dragons or anything.
Torgal seemed to make a noise from behind the cell.
"Oi, that was one time. Besides, it worked, din't it?" she said back to Torgal. "Automatic dog washer I built," she explained to Celes and Clive. "Torgal weren't a fan," she added with a rueful look from Torgal.
And then, swiftly moving on, she clapped her hands together. "Right. We all settled then? No more runnin' off, no more dramatics, no more nearly bein' arrested again? Can we get Clive outta 'ere now and I'll go sort Torgal, and everythin's good and proper, yeah? 'cause, seriously, only you, Clive Rosfield, could turn bein' collected into such a giant drama," she added, rolling her eyes teasingly.
