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Post by The Nameless Tonberry on Sept 27, 2024 17:00:57 GMT -6
As the sun began its slow dip into the horizon in the opposite direction, Grudge interrupted for the first time a march that had begun at dawn to open the little window in their lamp's chimney, light a flame with a calm gesture of what one could have only called a hand for lack of a better alternative, close it again, and then turn the small brass wick knob counterclockwise until the flame was small enough for their tastes...
...and resumed walking without a word, for there were neither people to talk to, nor anything that warranted a comment. Soon, it would be dark, and the sunset made that notion self-evident. Soon, it would also start raining, and the thick lead-grey clouds blocking the orange sunlight, or at any rate what little was left of it, as well as the humidity in the air and the chilly eastwards breeze biting at their neck made that notion self-evident.
It was not an unattractive prospect, rain. Grudge found pleasure in feeling it stream down its skin, from the top of their head down their back and to the tip of their tail, and in how their burlap cloak felt against their skin once it soaked in it. Grudge reflected on the idea that there were some, in this World as well as their own, that might have called this a portent.
After all, what more appropriate welcome for a creature born of the Crystal of Water to be welcomed by water on the way to a crystal? A crystal, or so they were made to understand. If not a crystal, then a lead. Yet, in the middle of the Fractured Plains lay the Crystallus Divider, and the Crystal Order that spawned as a result of its existence. And before the Crystallus Divider, Grudge would pray.
And that was an unusual prospect for them, for prayers were not born of fatalism. A creature for whom a path had been drawn from the start to – they thought – the finish needed neither guidance nor reassurance: whatever happened was meant to happen, and if it was meant to happen, then it was necessarily unavoidable.
A prayer was instead born of hope, for most of what existed in the World did not come into it with a predetermined purpose, and when it did, it did not necessarily know it, and such indetermination bred uncertainty. If what came into the world without a purpose or without knowing its purpose wished for reassurance and guidance, it sought. When it sought without finding, it prayed. A prayer was not born of despair, because despair implied a surrender, and a surrender begot stagnancy in turn. What prayed, prayed because it still sought, and what reason was there to seek for those who would not wish to move further?
Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 27, 2024 18:47:21 GMT -6
It hadn't been long since Zidane's arrival into the Fractured Plains. With the tribulations of Aljana left behind, the rogue could now focus on his path forward. He was able to secure himself a map of the region, but it took him down to nearly his last gil as he had taken careful precautions to prepare for the next leg of his journey. His goal was the Fractured City as it was the next largest city in this world he learned was called Zephon. The temperate plains were far more tolerable than the burning fields of red that were the Reikinto Sands. He traveled light and what he couldn't fit on his belt wasn't worth carrying along. He had his scabbard, a purse of gil, and some rations he could snack on here and there. He didn't have the luxury of traveling companions where he could divvy up his load amongst them so he was forced to forgo the comfort of having a bevy of potions and medicines.
It was a miserable revelation.
He didn't know if he was on another planet, or some deep, forgotten dimension trapped between the realms, cursed to wander until he could find a way out. He wasn't sure how he got in, in the first place, but there had to be a way back home. There always was. For now all he could do was continue west until he found some answers. He didn't know if they would be the answers he wanted, but something was better than having to deal with this ignorance and being the oddest man out among these so-called Outsiders.
He turned his eyes to the sky. Clouds had begun to collect, casting a heavy shadow across the ground. It seemed the rains were on their way, which was a welcome reprieve. He had been dealing with dust, sand, and gravel for the past month that fresh rainfall would be appreciated. Adjusting the cloak on his shoulders the male would tuck his tail beneath its cover and tug the hood over his straw-blonde hair. After a while of walking Zidane slowed to a stop. There was a strange junction up ahead. It was between road and the wilds, a place where he could assume folk regularly went off road in search for adventure, but that wasn't what had caught his attention. There, in the distance, was a man, a man of incredibly diminutive stature among the hills and knee high grasses.
He tucked his arms behind the flaps of his dark, grey cloak and pushed up to his tiptoes. There didn't seem to be any others around. For most this was the perfect opportunity to hold a weary traveler at knifepoint and ask for their gil. While Zidane wasn't the sort he couldn't help but think about the kinds of situations people readily put themselves in. He seemed unaware of his surroundings too. The youth approached, his silent footsteps suddenly plodding through the thickets of grass with a crunch and grind. He put his hand to his forehead and looked off into the distance. It didn't seem like a trap.
"Hey, you okay?" Of course he noticed the man was wearing drab looking robes and seemed to be focused on the space before him. "You should be careful out here. Dunno what kinda monsters you can run into."
But was -- was that a tail? Strange shape, not one he recognized, and he's seen all sorts of tails from thin ribbons of flesh to puffy tufts that bobbed when people walked. Were they perhaps an Outsider as well? A queer anomaly among the natives of this world, or was he hoping for too much?
Post by The Nameless Tonberry on Oct 1, 2024 15:41:58 GMT -6
Journeys for Grudge tended to begin and end in solitude, and only once at any one destination – only intermediate destinations, for they had yet to find their final one, if one existed at all – or at some crossroads or checkpoint did circumstances place others before them with whom they could interact.
It was not a rule, not a law of nature or an explicit destiny bestowed upon them by the World. It was rather a string of coincidences that formed a pattern that only existed in interpretation, not unlike constellations. Yet, it was common for those who could interpret to notice and internalise such patterns as self-evident truths.
As a result, when somebody called out for them on the high road, Grudge flinched, insofar as they were able to flinch at all, which translated into them stopping in their tracks somewhat more abruptly than they would have normally done.
Grudge contemplated the newly disproven little truth, and concluded that it did not matter, since it was a personal truth that they had constructed themselves, instead of one of the many Truths bestowed upon them by the World when It created them, which further confirmed that they needed Its guidance after all, and therefore their pilgrimage was sensible. So they turned, slowly, tightening the grip on their cleaver, and saw a tailed boy.
“Yes, I am in good health,” they answered simply as they considered the idea of a human with a tail not unlike that of a monkey. An unusual sight, and not one of their World, yet not an unfamiliar one either. Perhaps, there was a connection between him and her, if only a shared species. “And I am armed. You, too, travel alone on the high road, yet must not be familiar with it yourself, since you said you do not know what creatures may lurk here. Therefore, this must not be where you belong. I am puzzled, and I will reciprocate your advice for caution.”
They studied the boy, their eyes focusing on his tail. It looked exactly like Mikoto's, down to the very colour of its fur. Grudge wondered if he, too, had been created just like them, but then a flash of unrelated realisation knocked unexpected at the front door of their consciousness. It came in the shape of the memory of a mirror reflection.
“Although I am what most would call a monster myself, I want to reassure you, before blood is shed without necessity, that I do not intend to kill those who would not oppose me, nor do I hunger for the flesh of the living.”
Post by Zidane Tribal on Oct 1, 2024 17:57:40 GMT -6
Zidane had noticed the fellow was rather diminutive, but he hadn't thought twice on the matter. In fact, at first glance, he assumed them to be a kid, though he knew plenty of adults that seemed to be just his size. Dwarves, being one of them. He put his hand on his hip and stood, the swaying limb often kept low and out of sight. Some people seemed to freak out if they saw it, calling him an Outsider. He wasn't sure what all that was about, but it had to be something he'd figure out later.
This guy also seemed to have a tail so maybe it wasn't so bizarre and just a rare sight to the locals of Aljana. Whatever the case the man finally responded. He wasn't surprised the fellow was armed. Out on the road it was always safest to keep your weapon close at hand. He knew that better than anyone. Having been the sort, in the past, to occasionally partake in the odd coin pouch or two, he knew that there were those who often sought to liberate you of your hard earned coin with more reckless bravado. He noticed the man's movement. They gripped tight to their weapon and stood defensively.
He didn't blame the guy seeing as a stranger was at arm's length. But it wasn't until he turned around and professed himself a monster did Zidane take notice. A green face with deep amber eyes.
"Oh shit, you're Tonberry!" He jumped, despite himself.
His tail's fur stood on end, hands at either side. He didn't jump for his weapon, seeing as the Tonberry's words seemed to express more reason than not.
"You talk too... I didn't know monsters could talk." Though, scratch that. He has met some rather friendly monsters who were quite versed in human speech. Maybe he was one of their sorts. "Well I guess I take that back..." He pulled his gloved hand to his chin, tapping thoughtfully. "Well if you don't wanna fight I guess that's good enough. But you're out of luck if you want gems or something. My hands are empty." Though perhaps the desire was nonexistent in this fellow. He's never known Tonberries as creatures to wont.
Though he's never known their sorts to not wanna stab either.
"So what are ya doin' out here? Out in the open..." That seemed like a poor choice for a monster.
Post by The Nameless Tonberry on Oct 13, 2024 14:10:53 GMT -6
All of the boy's words, Grudge had heard often enough that immediately came to the forefront of their mind a response that they would not be using for the first time, short as their existence they understood to be. It was a speech so well-rehearsed to have broken through the barrier of mere second-nature and etched itself right into the very fabric of their being.
“Yes, I am a Tonberry,” they said calmly, putting away their cleaver out of a forefeeling that the boy would not seek a fight precisely because they were a Tonberry. “All creatures living and otherwise have a way to talk, one way or another, but that does not mean that they will, or that we will be privy to their words.”
All creatures, and therefore all monsters. Grudge considered the boy's tail, and pondered what it was that otherised sapient creatures to monsterhood while others remained, for a lack of a better expression, “non-monsters”. Where was the threshold? Who set the threshold? What made it so that certain “who” could set the threshold?
“I do not seek gems, nor do I know of anything that a traveller might hold that I may want for myself. Your own poverty is of no concern to me.” Grudge meant that last sentence to be reassuring, yet a small part of their mind suggested that it might have been misconstructed. For some reason, that suggestion took the form of a memory of Mikkel erupting into raucous, deriding laughter. They ignored it, for there had never been any way for them but forward. “All that I seek is the byproduct of the crystal that lies ahead. I am heading towards the Crystallus Divider. There, I will pray. I am not aware of any other ways to get there; therefore, I am journeying out here, in the open.”
Post by Zidane Tribal on Oct 15, 2024 20:53:34 GMT -6
The Tonberry confirmed he was indeed a Tonberry. Zidane would have probably lost it if the guy tried to claim ignorance and determine himself a different creature. It was pretty obvious. It not those bright, glowing eyes of yellow, it was the knife and tail. The tail was always quite distinct to Zidane. It wasn't shaped like a normal tail, at least those he's seen back home. He's seen long and thin tails, puffy tails, powderball tails, curly tails, and more -- but the fin-like appendage Tonberries seemed to covet was quite unusual. He's never seen their sort by the beach or near any kind of water, so why did their tail look like something out of the ocean?
He crossed his arms over his chest at the beast's words. "Well sure they do talk, I guess..." If he thought about it, Chocobos were kinda the same.
He never thought twice about the warks and warbles until the time came about that he could hear their language from the other side of things. They always spoke, it seemed, just never in a way he could comprehend. For a moment Zidane was taken aback. He shuffled a bit and patted his hands over the sides of his trousers, near his pockets. Poverty?! W-well the guy wasn't wrong. Out here he didn't have a coin to his name, his poor purse freed from the shackles of decent coinage after spending in Aljana.
"Crystallus Divider?" He rubbed his thumb and forefinger against his chin as he tilted his head and thought. "Never heard of it." Why would he want to go there to pray?
It made the rogue wonder if this was anything like the Crystal... Was this really a dream world? Or was it truly reality and he was bordering on an unnatural madness because of his recent isolation? He only had one direction in mind, and that was away from whence he came. He turned to the Tonberry and held out his arms.
"Let's go together. I'd like to see this Crystallus Divider!" Though he had no idea what it was, his interest was piqued by the familiar term. Maybe if he saw this Crystal his questions could be answered. "What do ya mean byproduct? Does this Crystal make things?" One couldn't have a byproduct unless one produced something. Kind of like monsters being the byproduct of Mist.
