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Post by Celes Chere on Jul 26, 2020 10:17:02 GMT -6
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Do not mess with Celes when she's in general mode
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
”Again. And keep your stance wide.”
There was muttering around her. A deep ground. Celes’ eyes sharpened as she put her hands on her hips. ”Do you have something to say about it?”
Nothing but a few unpleasant grumblings. Not even the courage to say it to her face. ”Then I want another round. Make that two. For your attitude.”
The complaints doubled in magnitude, but she was already too stern to care. If they wanted to question her then it only meant that they weren’t ready for combat. She’d been a general too long to much care what they thought about it.
The training yard was hot that day. Even at mid-morning, she could feel the rivulets of sweat running unpleasantly down her neck. She’d worn her civilian’s clothes today -- yellow jacket, matching pants, violet undershirt. Her hair was half pulled back with a plate of ornamental beads, and her hair framed her cheeks, lank and frizzy from the humidity. She found that the men always grumbled more when she was out of her armor. It was her hair, she thought, or her jewelry or her scarves. Men like these didn’t care much to listen to a woman in charge. What was true in Vector wasn’t likely to change here.
”Think.” Celes strode behind a new recruit. Damon. He was a large man, more brawn than brains with thick shoulders and a chiseled chest that he liked to show off when he could get away with it. ”Any idiot can swing a sword. Remember your technique.”
Damon was only on a training dummy, and he’d shown no end of displeasure about it. He scowled at her criticism, and she knew what he was about to say before the first word had left his mouth.
”It’s different when it’s a man,” he said. ”Let me at a real monster, and you’ll see what I’m made of.”
He squared off, head high, eyes hard with a challenge. Typical posturing. Celes stood just as tall, not caring that she had to angle her head to meet his eye. Her own were cold.
”Why don’t you prove it on me?” she said. ”Unless you’re all talk.”
Uncertainty pricked his brow. She’d made no end of examples of hot-headed men like him. They struck down a few wolves from their nowhere towns and suddenly they thought they were invincible. It was her job to keep them in line -- whether they cared for it or not. It was the difference between life and death, and if she released them before they were ready then the blood was on her hands.
After a long, tense moment, Damon stood down. He looked tired, not meeting his eye. ”No,” he said.
”No?”
”No…” He scowled. ”Ma’am.”
”Remember your technique,” she said. ”If you don’t get it right, we’ll go over it again.”
She left him to his grumbling and turned to scan the others. They quickly returned to their dummies as though they hadn’t been watching. They always watched. There was a kind of excitement in seeing another man put in his place.
But there was a new man standing among them now. A distinctive one that she wondered how she hadn’t noticed before. He wore mostly black. Black and red, and the combination made her eyebrow raise. He had a kind of quiet brooding about him. He was clearly waiting for her.
”Do you need something?” She walked towards him and crossed her arms. This close, she saw how his hair brushed into his eyes. Dark hair, dark clothes, dark expression. He was imposing. He was try hard. He was…
Entirely innocent. Celes stopped herself and then sighed.
”Sorry. Still in general mode.” She laughed weakly and shook her head. ”What can I do for you?” she asked again. ”Are you looking for someone?”
Post by Celes Chere on Jul 26, 2020 9:44:22 GMT -6
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Ah man. Beach time adventures.
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Cissnei didn’t think much of her offer. ”How noble. But if you are to relax then the first lesson is to accept when others offer.”
”But-!” Celes hesitated. This felt like Locke all over again. He’d always tried to teach her how to loosen up and have fun. Well, as much as they could given the circumstances. ”Well...If you’re sure.” He would have wanted her to, wouldn’t he? He was always such a ball of passion and humor. Had it all been an act? In the end, he’d lost that fire.
Cissnei started up the dune, and Celes followed. Her feet sank into the sand, and she shivered as it oozed between her toes. It was hot. Dry. Not unlike the deserts of Figaro, really, but then she’d had her boots. She wished she had them now. And her cape while she was at it.
”I can’t say I hang around Torensten often,” Cissnei said. ”But I have met Caius. He was the first person I met from the Dragonblades, and we worked a few missions together.”
Celes nodded along. That sounded like Caius. He was always ready to fight, and he was always willing to bring an extra hand along with him. He’d made it his mission to bring as many capable fighters into their fold. It reminded her of herself, really. Only then she’d wanted nothing more than the friends she’d lost.
”He does?” Celes blinked at her. Talking of her fondly? She felt a heat rise to her cheeks, abashed. ”Well I don’t know why,” she said. ”I’m not that special, really.”
He was the one that deserved to be talked up. Though she wasn’t beyond a few jokes at his expense either.
As they drew closer to the dune’s edge, a kind of upbeat music reached them. It was short, syncopated, fast. Celes couldn’t help a smile. There was a certain kind of liveliness here. It was exactly the kind of place she’d always wanted to see. The one she’d hoped could still exist someday.
There was a crooked shack at the end of the sand, and Celes dusted off her feet as they came to the earthy path. The sand stuck to her skin in patches, and she beat her hand against it, frowning. Beside the shack was a collection of steel drums and a matching band to play them. Cissnei didn’t pay them much mind as she approached the counter.
”What will it be ladies?” The man behind it smiled widely. Cissnei didn’t return it.
”I’ll have the green river,” she said as Celes drifted up behind her. She stood with her mouth open, desperately scanning the board behind him for some kind of answer. Nothing was straightforward.
”Um.” Celes glanced between the board and Cissnei before she said, ”I’ll have that too.”
It was better than standing here gaping.
”Alright! Two green rivers for two lovely ladies!” The man jumped into action, grabbing bottles and glasses and a mixing cup. Celes laughed nervously.
”I didn’t know anything here,” she said. ”But if you like it then I guess I’ll try.”
Why was Cissnei being so nice to her? It wasn’t like Celes was the best of company. And this time, she highly doubted it was because she reminded Cissnei of some lost love.
”Where do you stay usually?” she asked to break the silence. ”If you’re not from Torensten?” It wasn’t a bad question if she said so herself. She knew how to talk to someone at least. Usually. ”I’m usually working anymore. Someone needs to stay behind and sort out all the missions and paperwork and everything else. We get all kinds of recruits, and I swear, their heads are always so full of hot air that they’d charge straight into a behemoth’s mouth without a sword. It’s my job to train them. I’d say Caius gets off easy.”
She smiled dryly. He was always on some adventure or another. He could hardly sit still when he tried.
”What do you do?” she asked. ”You said you’ve worked with Caius?”
Post by Celes Chere on Jul 22, 2020 7:00:40 GMT -6
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Good thing they have a mutual friend or Celes might explode from her own awkwardness
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Despite her cold eyes, the woman seemed nice enough. She reassured her about the situation and then held out a hand. Celes opened her mouth to say something else, but then closed it and took her hand instead. A firm shake was all it took. It felt like she’d locked into something she couldn’t quite take back.
Cissnei approached the ruined campsite, grabbing the towel without looking at any of the man’s companions before returning it to her. The whole thing was a mess of stains and sticky soda. Celes took it gingerly, trying hard not to notice her stomach sinking. Had she really thought that a few trips to the market would prepare her for this? She might as well throw it all in the trash.
Celes sighed. ”Well. I didn’t have much use for it anyway,” she said, and she didn’t. After this whole disaster, she really wanted nothing more than to head home in defeat.
Still, it wasn’t that bad. Apparently Cissnei recognized her. Celes blinked back in surprise. ”That’s right,” she said. For some reason, she felt heat rise to her cheeks. ”I’m with the Dragonblades. A great impression, isn’t it? I swear I’m better with a sword in my hand.” And something to stab with it. Stay on task. Ground your stance. Don’t show them your back. She’d never learned much else.
”Wait. You remind me of a soldier…” Cissnei trailed off, searching for the right word. ”Acquaintance. He had a hard time relaxing too.”
”Oh?” Was it really so common? It couldn’t have been, she thought. If her men had taught her anything, it was that the ranks of the Geystahlian army had no problems slacking off. ”Well, I guess we have that in common,” she said. ”I don’t really know what to do with myself.”
What was life without the discipline, the fight, the struggle to survive? She couldn’t know. But she wanted to.
Cissnei struck her umbrella back into the ground where it belonged. ”What to grab a drink?” she asked. ”It’s on me.”
”What?” Celes opened her mouth and then closed it. Why was she being so friendly? ”Well I guess...Alright.” She stood a little straighter. Wasn’t this exactly what she’d come for? A day away from it all? ”Though I really don’t mind paying. The Dragonblades are getting more attention now. Obviously if you'd heard of us.” Celes shifted her weight. ”Did you meet Caius? It seems like everyone knows him around here.”
Post by Celes Chere on Jul 16, 2020 8:00:56 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@blacksuit
Celes is the most awkward thing
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
The warning came too late. To Celes’ horror, the towel simply barreled into the umbrella, throwing it to the side with a scattering of sand. Another gust of wind caught the umbrella’s folds like a sail and tossed skittering down the beach. Celes stopped, hands over her mouth. ’Oh no.’
”I’m sorry,” she sputtered. She didn’t know what else to say. Why oh why had she thought she could do this?
The woman, for her part, didn’t seem particularly bothered. In fact, she hardly seemed to notice until she’d flipped her page. Then she closed it and lowered her sunglasses to look at her. She raised an eyebrow. ”Hard day?”
It was strange, her lack of expression. She didn’t look bothered or sympathetic or even crack a smile. Instead, she looked like she’d almost been expecting this as she stood, holding out her hand. Celes looked between it and the woman before sheepishly taking it.
”Celes,” she said. ”I really am sorry. I didn’t mean-” She followed the woman’s thumb towards the stripes of white and yellow, draped over someone’s cooler. ”Oh.” Her stomach sank. ”Right.”
The cooler’s owner was a thin man with a high forehead and drab hair. He looked like the kind of man who wanted to look younger than he was, and he wasn’t happy with her. ”Hey! You owe me a drink!” Celes felt her cheeks redden.
She had no idea what she was doing.
”Sorry!” she said again. ”Where do I-?”
But Cissnei didn’t share her discomfort. In fact, she strode straight towards, back straight and eyes narrowed. She pushed her sunglasses to the bridge of her nose, another wall between them. ”Chill out. It was an accident. No need to make a big deal about it.” She pointed towards the shopkeeper up the dunes. While the man started to argue, a harsh look from Cissnei quieted him, and he sputtered something about it only being “fair” before he scurried away. Celes just stood there awkwardly, waiting for her to come back.
She should have been able to handle it herself. Did she really lose her spine just because of a little sand.
”Thanks,” she said. She tried for a smile. ”I’m not used to this. I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
Did that tell her anything? What was “this” in the context of it all? The beach? Relaxation? ”I don’t think I’ve ever been to the beach without a sword. I’m a mercenary. I used to be a soldier.” A smooth introduction. She wanted to kick herself.
Post by Celes Chere on Jul 6, 2020 11:00:03 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@blacksuit
Lol I'm ready for a badass girl's day
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
”Okay. I can do this.”
It was a lovely day at the beach. Not too hot. Not too cold. The sun shone at a half-light, filtered through white tufts of cloud. The waves pulsed against the sands with a steady thrum, and she saw children splashing in the shallows. For a moment, Celes stood on the sidelines, well-equipped but with no idea what to do. She could do this. She could do this.
Celes stepped off the path, shivering as the sand sifted between her toes. In one hand, she held her sandals dangling by their straps, and in the other she had a white and yellow striped towel. She’d bought everything she could to prepare -- a broad-rimmed hat, a thin white cover-up, a tie for her hair, and a one-piece swimsuit that was really no different from her usual leotard except that it was waterproof. She’d never been to the beach before. Not for fun at least. Or...whatever this was supposed to be.
Celes stopped midway to the water and looked around awkwardly. Women laid on their backs, head to the side was they took in the sun. An elderly couple sat in low chairs, watching the waves. A red-haired girl sat under an umbrella with a book in her hand. Was this what she was supposed to do? Just...sit here? She placed her towel on the ground like she’d seen everyone else do and then frowned, trying to straighten out the edges. Finally, Celes gave up and sat on the crumpled thing, knees drawn up and watching the waves.
The last few months had been a gauntlet of stress. There’d been fighting, meeting people, endless tasks and things to do. She still didn’t know how she felt about Caius. That night at the masquerade had been...enlightening.
Someone gave a shout, and Celes blinked, looking up just in time to snatch a ball out of the air before it slammed into her head. A little down the beach, a man in swim trunks looked stunned, muttering apologies before he called, ”Are you okay?”
”Yeah!” The ball was strangely heavy in her hand, all white and banded together. It wasn’t something she thought should be thrown around where people were present, but she smiled awkwardly anyway, getting unsteadily to her feet. ”I caught it!”As if that wasn’t obvious.
She started towards them, all too aware of their eyes on her as the man apologized again. ”Really, it’s fine.” She gave another awkward smile as she held the ball out to him. The wind gave a sudden gust, and she had to grab her hat to keep it on her head. He took the ball, she turned to leave, and then-
Was that a flash of yellow?
”Oh no!” Celes ran back towards her things, cursing as her towel caught in the wind, flapping first one way and then another down the beach. She cursed the sand for slowing her down. She cursed the wind for snagging it away, and she cursed herself for even being here. What had she been thinking? She had no idea what she was doing.
The towel changed course on the wind and plummeted straight on course to the red-haired woman’s umbrella. ”Look out!”
Post by Celes Chere on Jun 26, 2020 8:03:40 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@lala5
AMBUSH
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
The talk went better than she could have expected. Not that the bar of what she’d expected had been set particularly high. The sheer fact that he didn’t argue with her placed it above most, but his expression told her a different story. Confusion. Dismissal. Then a strange kind of caution before his eyes set with resolve. Rufus didn’t seem like the type to say what he could think instead. She didn’t mind that, really.
”A meteor?” Celes frowned. ”That’s…” She hesitated. What was she really supposed to say? That she understood? She didn’t really -- not when her own destruction had come so fast. It had all been a blur of fire and panic. Watching it descend from the sky, however…
”That’s terrible,” she said. It was lame, she knew, but there wasn’t much else for it. She’d always hated whenever someone else had tried to “understand” with too many words and too many comparisons. Because they couldn’t. Not really.
”You’re right,” she said. ”They traveled on foot. If we hurry, we might be able to catch them before they can set the place on high alert. From there…”What would she do if they managed to close the distance? Kill them? Really, Celes hoped that Rufus made the suggestion rather than her.
She smiled weakly. ”Well. We’ll play it by ear.”
She brought the chocobo to a faster trot with a tap of her heel. Another tap and they were running ahead. The road was uneven -- too rough for a wagon, but just right for a bird with a nimble stride. They’d make it, she thought. She could still set things right.
Or so she’d hoped.
In reality, the ridge was quiet. It was nothing but craggy walls, open cliffs, and dry earth scattered only with thistles and crabgrass. A wind whistled through the rift, dry and hollow. Celes kept her eyes sharp for monsters, bandits, and whatever might be waiting in ambush above them. She found nothing. Every minute pounded with that empty weight.
Until they came to a dead end, that was.
”What?” Celes pulled back on the chocobo’s neck, slowing it to a stop. It seemed impossible, but there it was. A sheer cliff face blocking their path. There was the road leading into it. There were the deep marks of wagon tracks. And all of it led to...nothing. Her eyebrows furrowed.
”We must have missed something,” she said. ”A secret entrance. A side path. We’ll have to double-” She heard the twang of an arrow and threw herself sideways on instinct, landing heavily on the ground. Behind her, an arrow deflected off the rocky wall. Celes winced, touching at her bruised shoulder as she pushed herself back to her feet. Surrounding them were archers perched on the upper levels of the ridge. And emerging from the shadows were human figures, swords ready.
”Oh,” she said. She grabbed her runic blade. ”Guess it’s time to sink or swim.”
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Sabin wasn’t hard to convince.
Celes stifled laughter at just how unexpected it was. Here she’d been preparing some hard argument, and Sabin hardly needed a word of it. She supposed it had always been that way. He was a simple man. A well-meaning man. Even if he didn’t mind keeping to himself.
”Boss?” Celes’ lips turned with a smile. ”I don’t think so.” It had always been general or commander or, well, nothing at all. She still didn’t think of herself as much of a leader when she got down to it. Maybe she had an eye for strategy. Maybe she knew how to keep men in line, but she was hopeless when it came to speeches. She just wasn’t a big enough presence to rally anyone behind her. Beside her, maybe, but not behind.
Or she thought so anyway.
Celes stood, straightening her cape and pauldrons. It would be nice traveling back with someone she knew. She hadn’t realized exactly how much she’d missed the feeling. Caius was nice, but…
Well, they couldn’t exactly understand each other. She’d longed for something connected. Something familiar. She hadn’t even realized how much she’d missed it. No one here shared her memories.
They went together to the bound bandits, and Celes was just about to suggest how they split the work when Sabin simply hoisted two of them onto his shoulders. Then he punched them until they stopped moving. ”Oh.” Celes stared at him. Well, brute force was one way to do it.
There was only one more, and grabbed him beneath the shoulders, forcing him to his feet with a sharp pull. He cursed something awful, trying to jerk away before she placed a hand on the back of his neck and brought magic to her fingers. Then he froze. She was suddenly grateful for Sabin’s unexpected help. She wouldn’t have had a chance at a single trip alone.
”We’ll have to go by foot,” she said. ”It’ll be a long walk, but it’d be a longer one to find a cart. They won’t get far even if they manage to wriggle away.” They were still bound by whatever rope Sabin had tied around them. They weren’t going anywhere.
Celes started forward and then stopped, glancing at him. She smiled at him -- a real, genuine smile. ”It’s good to see you,” she said again, and then she was off with Sabin at her side. What happened next she hardly cared. She’d found a friend, and in the end, that was all she could ever ask for.
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
”Celes?” That cool facade cracked in an instant, and Celes slowed, alarmed. He sounded vulnerable. Fearful. She hadn’t liked him with his measured words and cool eyes, but the lack of it unsettled her even more. ”Where are we, exactly?”
And Celes’ stomach dropped. There it was. The exact question she’d been dreading.
How was she supposed to explain to someone like this?
Celes sighed and pulled her chocobo to a stop. For a moment, she just listened. ’You don’t know what Shinra is or where Midgar is. Do you?’ She’d once felt the same. They all had, and it wasn’t a feeling someone got over quickly. How had anyone never heard of the Empire? How could Celes say her full name here, knowing everything she’d done? How had they never heard of Kefka?
It sounded like this Midgar was exactly the same. She turned her chocobo around, trotting past him and then circling up until they were side by side. Celes kept them moving forward. She hoped that Rufus would keep pace.
“I’m not very good at this talk.” She looked at him sheepishly. What was it about her and words that didn’t get along? She wished Caius was here. ”This is going to sound crazy, but…”
More than crazy, actually. She expected that a man like him would dismiss her in the harshest possible way. Still, there was no way to go but forward.
”This isn’t where you came from,” she said. ”It isn’t where I came from either. It’s like a whole new world. No one’s ever heard of anything you knew. Nothing important.”
Like the Empire. Their conquest. The end of the world. She still wondered if she’d lost her mind in the stress of it all. She guessed it didn’t matter much now.
”I don’t know Midgar,” she said. ”And I don’t know Shinra. I’m sorry.”
The whole thing was depressing if she told the truth. It wasn’t that she wanted to go back -- they couldn’t get her back if they dragged her there -- but there was something about saying it aloud that was just…
Wrong.
”A lot of us are…special in some way. I’ve heard all kinds of stories. Crazy ones, but who am I to judge? Mine might be the craziest of them all.” She smirked bitterly. A magical clown general becoming a god and ending the world. She hadn’t heard much worse than that.
”I don’t know why it happens,” she said, looking at him. ”But you might still find someone you know. We’re not always pulled alone.” Well, she had been, but she’d been told to stay positive when handling a situation like this. It wasn’t something that came naturally.
”Did something happen? Something...terrible? That seems to be the theme around here.” She smiled weakly. ”My world was razed by a mad god.”
Post by Celes Chere on Jun 3, 2020 11:11:31 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@sabin
Let's goooo
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Sabin shrugged. "Well, I've been a prince, martial artist, a freedom fighter - why not a mercenary? I'll try anything once.”
Celes laughed. He had been all of those things, hadn’t he? It sounded ridiculous said aloud like that, but it was true. A prince, a martial artist, a freedom fighter. None of them seemed to lead to the other, but she supposed that was just Sabin. He wasn’t someone who likes to set roots. They’d never been close, exactly, but she knew that much about him at least.
”I think you’ll like it,” she said. ”I think I do.”
Why else would she have organized it in the first place? Lost in this place, her options were “get paid to fight things on my terms” or “get paid to fight things on someone else’s.” She could do without the latter, thank you.
Sabin sat up, slapping his hands on his thighs as he looked to her like a student to a teacher. ”So what do I need to know to be a mercenary? There a lot of 'em in this group? If you helped start it, does that make you the leader? If I have to salute anybody I can't promise I'll remember to.”
”Huh?” Celes blinked at him and his barrage of questions. Mercenaries, leadership, numbers. It wasn’t much, but the sheer speed of it took her off guard. She paused, thinking, before she laughed.
”You don’t salute anyone,” she said. ”This isn’t the military. I’d know.” She straightened, eyes teasing. She’d had exactly as many salutes as she could use in a lifetime. Military life hadn’t agreed with her in the end.
”Basically, we do work for money. Which is what I was doing before starting all of this anyway. Clients put in requests, I review them, and if they seem like something we’d be interested in, and I assign it to whoever seems best for the situation. And it has to pass my entire review. We’re only interested in helping people.”
She paused. It was charitable when she put it like that. Not so different from the life they’d left behind. ”It gives people somewhere to ask for help,” she said. ”If they need it.”
In that way, they weren’t really much of mercenaries at all. Well, they were in the definitional sense, but not in the average idea of it anyway. Celes only sent out what she thought was best. She hoped her heart was good enough to decide what that was.
”I’m the co-leader actually,” she said, settling her hands into her lap. ”I founded it with someone else. He’s...well-meaning. And determined. And stubborn.” She sighed. ”He’s...good. As a person, I mean. He’s always helping people.”
And so he was. More than she did at any rate. It seemed he was always traveling the country, fight off monsters, running into new people and getting them on their feet. Meanwhile, what did she do? Man the fort, usually. Which was important in its own right, but still…
She could never compete with the sheer force of will that was Caius.
”Well. I’ll probably take these bandits and get back. I came here to take care of them, but it looks like you beat me to it.” She smiled slightly before getting to her feet. ”You can come along, if you’d like. I could use an extra set of hands if I’m going to bring these guys all the way to the city.”
Post by Celes Chere on May 31, 2020 9:39:51 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@lala5
She's really too nice for this
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Rufus stared at her as though he’d never seen anything quite like it before. ”How…?” Celes blinked. How had she cast magic? Was he really questioning it? After all this time…?
She’d nearly forgotten that it was something to gawk at. Since she’d gotten here, no one else had so much as batted an eye. It was almost comforting, really, to know that not everywhere was so different from her home.
”Do you need help?” She watched the mind lift himself clumsily onto the chocobo’s back. He didn’t seem like the type to ride in rough conditions, it seemed, though he managed fine. She was suddenly glad she’d given him the saddle. Celes could manage on her own no matter how uncomfortable it made the ride.
He directed her to lead, and she nodded. ”Keep an eye out,” she said. ”My magic takes time to cast so you’ll have to cover me at long range. Once we close in, I can handle myself.” She touched at the hilt of her sword. He’d seen her use it -- if only for intimidation’s sake. It felt a little strange to act as the front line after all of her time with Caius. She didn’t particularly mind the change.
Finally, he asked about her spells. She didn’t know what materia was, but she could guess. Something like magicite, she thought. Though it certainly wasn’t so unfamiliar to him.
”I’m a special case,” she said. She smirked bitterly. ”I was raised as a general in my home country. They injected magic into my blood when I was very young. It was cruel, but I might as well use what they gave me.” For good, if she could manage. She’d hurt too many innocent people on the empire’s orders.
She touched at the chocobo’s side with her heel and it trotted forward on her command. In truth, she wasn’t exactly comfortable directing the thing without any reigns. She wasn’t exactly good with animals, and she wasn’t about to start now. Still, she had enough training to guess how to steer it on course. She hoped.
”Let me know if you need to slow down. It might be a long ride.”
And from the way her legs were already sore, she didn’t think she’d mind a break either.
