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[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] It seemed that they would reconvene to talk about the specifics of Dame Maxillar’s school of arts at a later date, and that suited Genesis just fine. There had been plenty of excitement for one day already. Maybe Sephiroth would even regret not coming to this particular party with him, but Genesis wouldn’t hold his breath on that one. He was probably off doing something boring while Genesis made all the money as usual.
Well. He hadn’t exactly made money today since he had abandoned his quest for the Bahamut cult. But he considered picking up a theatrical practice to be well worth its weight in gold. Now if only his friends would agree.
The pair were dismissed into the hallway, and Lady Hildagarde bid him farewell as graciously as usual. Genesis however just gave her his usual theatrical bow and sarcastic smile. Still, she had grown on him during their time in the maze. He might have even been looking forward to working with her. Not that he’d ever admit it. Outside of Angeal, he wasn’t inclined to wear his friendships on his sleeve.
“Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return.” With that poetic promise, he swept a stray black feather off his shoulder and turned away to take his own leave. He had friends to get home to after all. They might not believe the tale he had to tell.
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] The stranger seemed a bit unused to company, but maybe that was to be expected if he lived out in this wilderness. Genesis had no idea how he could bear the humidity really. It was ruining his hair already, but that was something he could take care of back in Torensten. In any case, the blond man had a sense of humor at least as he said that Genesis should claim the title of Red Menace for himself if he really wanted it. “Inspirational. Maybe you’re right,” he said with a slight quirk of his lips as he turned to examine the dog again. It really was an incredible creation—especially with the small amount of tools at his disposal out here.
“Where I come from was filled with so-called scientists,” he explained with a slightly bitter note entering his voice. Talking about Shinra had that effect. “You could even say I’m the product of their work. I very much prefer your brand of creation though.” The mechanical dog seemed harmless enough, and obviously hadn’t come from something that had once been human. Shinra scientists could do with taking some notes from this stranger.
The man introduced himself when Genesis did—Alaric apparently—and he poked a little fun at the SOLDIER’s dramatic introduction. He didn’t really mind though. Actually, Alaric’s mannerisms reminded him a bit of the man Kuja that he’d once met in Sonora. Maybe that meant that he should watch his back. Kuja had certainly always had a delightful scheme or two up his sleeve. Perhaps Alaric was the same.
“As you like,” he said with a slight laugh, extending his own hand in case the blond man really did want to shake hands. “You aren’t familiar with chocobos where you come from then? Odd, I was starting to think they must be universal.” It felt like Genesis had met people from a dozen different worlds at this point, and nearly all of them had seen the big yellow birds before. It was kind of curious now that he thought about it.
When he asked Alaric about the Red Menace, he hadn’t expected the man to offer him the sketchbook that he could look over himself. He didn’t pass up the offer though, taking the book with one gloved hand. “Your drawings are remarkable,” he marveled, skimming the notes that Alaric had taken on the birds. He wondered what else the man had documented, but it felt a bit like an invasion of privacy to flip to other sections. After Alaric commented softly that he wanted to protect the local village though, Genesis shut the book and offered it back to its owner.
“My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow No matter where the winds may blow.”
After quoting the stanza, he gave Alaric a proposal. “Why not join me then? They’re offering a reward for the protection. I’m sure you could do with more supplies.” Genesis twirled a strand of his red hair as he glanced at the robotic dog again. “And if I may be so bold. While I’m prone to bouts of solitude myself, I do think a man of your talents might be wasted out here.”
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[attr=class,bulk] Lady Hildagarde really was growing on him, and Genesis had to laugh at the vivid description she gave of her love life. “Please, I’ll need details after this meeting. Somehow that sounds even more dramatic than mine.” He really was a sucker for a good story as long as it came with plenty of twists and turns.
She pointed out the local police were almost certainly waiting in the room ahead and recommended that he give her a chance to explain the situation before he went around breaking windows. “Ugh, fine, we’ll do it your way,” he complained, throwing up his hands. “But if it goes wrong, I’m smashing double the amount of windows now.”
With that promise, he followed Lady Hildagarde inside the conference room and eyed the trio seated along a rounded table. He regarded the police chief the most suspiciously, since living under Shinra’s rule and his time in SOLDIER hadn’t exactly done wonders for his view of authority. Thankfully though, Dame Maxillar seemed to have had the entire situation explained to her and was no longer hostile. She even apologized and expressed her gratitude towards them, which Hilda graciously waved off. If it was up to Genesis, he would have told the woman to grovel if she was actually sorry, so it was probably a good thing that the blonde noblewoman was handling it instead.
To his surprise though, Dame Maxillar then pulled out a scroll of parchment and just casually offered a vineyard to Lady Hildagarde, as if she had unused parcels of land just lying around everywhere. Honestly, maybe she did. Hilda seemed taken aback too, so maybe this wasn’t entirely normal even in the world of the upper-class aristocrats. She seemed to be trying to find a polite way to protest, and even though Genesis had promised to let her handle everything, he waved his arms at her to signal that she should shut up. “No, you definitely want it!”
A vineyard would be plenty of work to run of course—he knew enough about being a wealthy landowner from his lovely dead parents—but it was a solid source of income. Maybe it would even have room for a few apple trees…
Lady Hildagarde seemed far more excited at Dame Maxillar’s second offer of helping to run the music department at her school of the arts. Genesis tilted his head a little since he hadn’t known yet that music was a passion of hers, but then again they’d only just met. Most of the day had been a whirlwind of trying not to die, so it wasn’t too much of a surprise that the topic hadn’t come up. “You’ll be good at that,” he complimented anyway with a flick of his hair. Still, he didn’t expect to be included. He especially didn’t expect to be offered to help run a new theatre branch.
Genesis looked between the two women, waiting for one of them to laugh. When neither did, he offered up a more genuine smile than he’d done in Dame Maxillar’s presence yet. “There is no hate, only joy / For you are beloved by the goddess / Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds,” he quoted before turning to face them. “I would be honored, my lady.”
For the first time, he wasn’t even being sarcastic. At least mostly.
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[attr=class,tagline]@ladyhilda
Hopefully Hilda can deal with him at work sometimes!
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Perhaps Genesis had emerged from the foliage a little too quickly because the man visibly jumped when he spoke. He had definitely startled him, but he was still polite enough to lower his hood so that Genesis was finally able to get a good look at him. Somehow, the ex-SOLDIER had been expecting a bulky man who was used to weathering the elements, but instead this stranger was lithe with fair features and a beautiful head of silvery-blond hair. The humidity hadn’t done good things for the man’s long locks, but Genesis shuddered to think how his own looked right now. He shouldn’t be one to judge.
The man admitted to dismantling the robot, but he claimed it had only been a lucky strike. Genesis wasn’t sure how much of that to believe considering the man’s hand was keeping a careful distance close to his dagger’s hilt even as they spoke, but he didn’t blame him for it either. They really were in the middle of nowhere, and they didn’t exactly know each other yet. Not that Genesis was likely to attack him unless he turned out to be working for Shinra or something.
“You’re too modest,” he said, looking over the ravaged machinery again, though he perked up at the mention of rabid birds. “I take it you’ve seen the so-called ‘Red Menace.’ Really, I’m rather jealous of the title those birds have. I might have to steal it.”
The man had practical advice about always being on the lookout for those haywire robots, though it seemed his dog was programmed to warn him when they were near. That explained the barking that he had heard, though it was thankfully silent at the moment. No killer robots in the immediate vicinity at least.
“Did you build that yourself?” He asked, finding himself a little intrigued as he leaned in to examine the curious dog next to the man. “That’s incredibly impressive. Are you an engineer or something?”
Hopefully he wasn’t coming across as too forward with his questions, but thankfully the stranger seemed just as interested in Genesis’ capabilities of flight. “I can,” he admitted with a slightly bitter smile. Even after so long to come to terms with it, he was still furious about the experiments he and his friends had been subjected to. “Though I suppose I haven’t introduced myself. Genesis, at your service.” He gave a slightly exaggerated bow that even included a little flourish of his wing, because no one had ever accused him of not being dramatic enough.
The blond stranger seemed to admire his wing at least as he opened a book of his notes surrounding the local avian wildlife. A large red feather fell from between the pages as he spoke, and Genesis felt himself brighten. How fortunate that he’d run into a scholar who wrote down his observations of the world around him. “Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess,” he quoted Loveless with a small quirk of his lips. “I don’t suppose you have any notes on that pack of red chocobos?”
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Genesis hated being this far south considering the suffocatingly humid heat during the day. It did absolutely terrible things to his hair and even worse things to his temper. Still, he had completely botched the last mercenary job that he had taken on after he had ended up playing the hero—his conscience was a pesky thing sometimes—so he was in desperate need of money now. He needed to pay this month’s rent if nothing else, since Sephiroth wasn’t likely to step up and do it. His friend was such a freeloader when he wanted to be.
He wasn’t inclined to tell Sephiroth that, but he was more than happy to grumble about it behind his back.
All in all, this wasn’t the sort of job that Genesis usually wanted to take, but the offer had been put out basically everywhere that he’d looked. The “Red Menace” was an odd nickname for a pack of wild red chocobos. It honestly sounded more like something his commanding officers would have called him in his early days of SOLDIER, but apparently the birds were wreaking havoc on the local wildlife. Plus the pay being offered was more than enough to get him to rough it in the wild for a day or two.
Whether or not Genesis could actually look a fluffy, red chocobo in the eye and try to kill it was a different question since he’d always found the large birds more charming than people. He’d cross that bridge when he came to it though. Hopefully he wouldn’t botch two different jobs in a row for being too soft.
As Genesis hiked through the tropical forest, he had just been eyeing a red feather in the undergrowth, trying to decide if it belonged to a chocobo or not, when the barking of a dog from up ahead distracted him. Were there wild dogs that lived in the valley? He hadn’t thought so, but he supposed that maybe the animals liked the climate down here. It certainly never got below freezing. Either way, Genesis decided to follow the sound on the off-chance that the dog was so excited because it had spotted a chocobo. Or several.
Following the source of the barking, Genesis emerged into a large clearing and was momentarily taken aback at what he found. The dog in question seemed to be made entirely of spare mechanical parts, which Genesis hadn’t even known was possible. Whoever had built this thing was a much better engineer than those hacks at Shinra. The robot dog seemed uneasy and hostile towards him as it backed away, and Genesis looked closely at the solemn-looking blond man it must have belonged to. His features were mostly obscured by the hood he wore, but his clothes made it look as if he had lived in the wilds for a decent amount of time. Maybe he was one of the local villagers from the valley? The dismantled robot at his feet seemed to support that theory. Genesis had heard that the ancient robot guards could be a problem in the area, but this man seemed as if he knew how to deal with them at least.
“The wind sails over the water’s surface, quietly but surely,” Genesis quoted from Loveless, trying to decide how he appeared to the man. He’d thought himself alone in the forest, so his single black wing was out at his side instead of hidden beneath his coat. Hopefully that wouldn’t alarm the stranger too much.
“Did you kill that thing? I don’t suppose there are any others around? I'm afraid I've just landed.”
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Gau stopped to have some sort of argument with his possum near the host stand. Genesis glanced around, shrugging at a few people and giving threatening looks to anyone who seemed a little too scandalized. If they had something to say about eating near a big rat-creature, then they had better say it to his face. Eventually though, the possum went skittering under a nearby table as Gau came over to join Genesis in the corner instead.
“Trouble in paradise?” He asked, though he wasn’t sure the kid would get the sarcasm. That was okay though. It was mostly for his own benefit.
Gau had slouched at the table at first, but after glancing furtively in his direction, he seemed to be doing his best to keep his back straight. He really needed to stop being so endearing. He even nibbled on the menu a bit, which wasn’t the most sanitary thing to chew on, but he doubted the kid really cared about germs. He did at least confirm that he could read a little, even if Genesis doubted his word when the boy’s eyes darted to the pictures instead.
“Well, get whatever you want,” he said with a sigh as he laced his fingers under his chin. He should probably choose something for himself, but Gau surprised him by asking why he talked in a certain way. When he realized that what the boy was actually asking about was poetry, Genesis quickly lowered his menu with a snap. He needed no excuses to talk about Loveless.
“Have you ever been to a play?” He asked seriously. It was probably a ridiculous question when Gau seemed like he’d lived in the wilderness forever, but it was a good starting point. “Loveless is an ancient piece of poetry that was turned into the greatest five-act play that’s ever been written.” In his entirely unbiased point of view at least.
Since they were on the subject, he wasn’t able to resist reciting the opening lines. “When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end, the goddess descends from the sky. Wings of light and dark spread afar, she guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.”
If they didn’t already stand out, then they definitely did now.
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[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] The girl didn’t seem inclined to drink what he’d brought her of her own volition. Genesis was contemplating shoving the bottle down her throat when two more people suddenly burst into the library. He recognized the older woman as the host of the party—honestly, he’d been doing his best to avoid her all night. If anyone was apt to realize that he didn’t belong there, it was her. She seemed furious at the scene that he had made and demanded to know what was going on, including why her hedge maze was on fire.
Genesis snorted a little at that before flickering his eyes over to Hilda and going quiet. They both knew he wasn’t the best person to handle this. Honestly, they’d probably have to fight their way out of the house past the police if he opened his mouth. Thankfully, Lady Hildagarde was lucid enough now to explain what had happened for both of them. She even offered him her gratitude, and Genesis shot her a slightly startled glance in return. After a moment of hesitation, he even returned her smile, deciding that she reminded him a little of how Zack had acted after their fight. The pair of them were a bit too generous for their own good.
Really, what would they even do without Genesis around.
“That’s me. I’m a Sir,” he added a bit flippantly to the host, but then he wisely went quiet and let Hilda handle the situation again. Apparently she had been eloquent and convincing enough that the formidable woman relented and let the medic attend to her daughter with the vial. She left to attend to the party guests shortly afterward, though not before demanding that they both meet her in a conference room in an hour. Lovely. What a charming creature.
Genesis fell back in an armchair near Lady Hildagarde, laughing lightly when she offered him her thanks again. “Please, I don’t know what to do with gratitude. Though I do enjoy when people are in my debt…” He made a slight face when she added that their host didn’t much like excitement outside of social conventions. “I have no idea how people live like that. Really, you’re the first upper-class person I’ve ever met who wasn’t completely insufferable.”
It occurred to him a little too late that he was supposed to be pretending to be some kind of gentleman, but oh well. Lady Hildagarde had probably seen through that about two minutes into meeting him. She had just been polite enough not to really call him out on it yet.
“Well, it appears we have an hour to kill,” he commented, taking the time to put his feet up and really get comfortable. “So you’re married? Do tell. My love life has been a tragic play split into three parts.”
***
An hour later, Genesis and Lady Hildagarde stood outside the door to the conference room. Genesis himself looked much less disheveled after a trip to the bathroom, but he still wasn’t overly happy about having to explain himself. “Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world’s end,” he quoted unhappily, glancing over at his companion. “If the police are in there, I’m breaking a window and flying off.”
With that promise, he knocked on the door with one gloved hand before walking in when they were bid to enter. Hopefully this wouldn’t be too painful as long as the girl had actually recovered.
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Whatever status effect that she was under, the blond noblewoman definitely wasn’t lucid because she stared at his outstretched wing with something closer to awe than disgust. It wasn’t something he was particularly used to, and Genesis found that it made him more uncomfortable than anything. He knew very well what he was—Shinra had made him a monster, and she didn’t have to pretend otherwise.
Still, he was expecting that the first words out of Lady Hildagarde’s mouth would be either an accusation or a direct answer to his question about whether or not she could cast Esuna. Instead she spoke in Loveless, and he stared at her in shock for a moment since she had only just learned of the poem’s existence today. She had an excellent memory if she’d absorbed that from his own recitations alone.
“To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow, no matter where the winds may blow.” He added to finish out the line that she’d started before he flashed her a faint smile. “Careful, you’ll make me fall in love.” It was more of a tongue-in-cheek remark than anything since women had never particularly held his interest romantically, but he was at least infinitely more fond of her than he had been a moment ago.
He wasn’t sure if that made his standards incredibly low or nearly too difficult to pass, but it came to the same thing. He held people who liked Loveless in high esteem.
Lady Hildgarde still seemed too foggy to answer his questions clearly, but just as Genesis was beginning to think that he should snatch her up and fly off to a healer or something, she pointed an unsteady hand at something behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, Genesis followed her gaze to the shattered Bahamut figure and finally noticed the shimmer of a glass bottle that he had missed before. Four of them actually. In a voice that betrayed how much pain she was in, she asked him to take one to the girl in the library. She called him an angel, and that was just wrong on so many levels. In different circumstances he might have even argued with the title, but as it was he just clicked his tongue angrily before going over to snatch up the glass vials. Three of them were stowed away in his coat pockets, but he kept one out in the palm of his hand.
“You heroes are all the same,” Genesis complained, waxing a bit poetic as he knelt back down by her side and carefully lifted her upper body to rest on his arm while he opened the bottle. “It’s a good thing you met me. I’m not afraid to be selfish.” With that, he tipped the contents of the vial into her mouth. Given her confused state, he hoped that she’d swallow it on her own, because he didn’t know how to make her do that. Maybe if he slapped her hard enough.
Afterward, he tossed the empty vial behind him before gathering Lady Hildagarde up in his arms and taking off into the air with a powerful sweep of his wing. Thankfully he didn’t have far to go by any means. It was more of a quick escape from the hedge maze than anything as he lightly touched them both down in the back garden and barged straight through the doors back into the ballroom. Not very many people seemed to notice him charging through with a woman in his arms at first, but more and more people turned to look at them as he passed. Eventually, nearly every eye was on them as he charged upstairs and burst into the library without knocking. He never did like to bother with pleasantries once he was riled up.
The woman in the window turned to consider them both with dull eyes that were hardly surprised at all, and that was when Genesis knew that Lady Hildagarde had made the correct call in what was ailing her. “She’s conquered your hedge maze,” he announced as he placed her into the nearest armchair and dug through his leather coat for one of the vials. Normally he’d steal all the credit if his companion was out of commission, but the word angel was still rattling around in his head and he found that he just couldn’t. Pesky conscience.
“And she asked me to bring this to you.” With a clink of the vial hitting the table, he set one down in front of her. Now it was time to see if it would do anything for either her or Hilda.
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[attr=class,tagline]@ladyhilda
She recited Loveless and they're friends now. Those are the rules.
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[attr=class,bulk] “Stop that.”
The boy tried out his name by hissing it like a snake, and even though Genesis rolled his eyes, it was actually slightly endearing. If only slightly. Genesis could remember sounding out his name similarly as a kid when he’d been learning to read, and that mental comparison softened him up just enough for the boy’s next comment to twist the knife.
Gau claimed he didn’t know how to human.
Genesis just stared at him for a moment, glancing between the green hair and the pointy teeth as he wondered if Gau meant that literally. He wanted to ask, but the middle of the sidewalk was neither the time nor the place for that sort of conversation. The ex-SOLDIER wasn’t sure he was quite human himself since Shinra considered him little more than a science experiment. As he thought about it, the wing that protruded from his left shoulder-blade suddenly felt exposed even though it was still quite hidden under his red leather coat. The current topic of conversation was just getting to him.
“Well. Humans are overrated anyway,” he finally said, smoothing back a strand of his own red hair before confiding “I’m something of a monster myself.” Probably not the most comforting thing to tell a kid, but he meant it to be friendly. At least as friendly as Genesis got.
The prospect of a bath seemed to frighten Gau so much that he dropped his possum, and Genesis lightly touched one gloved hand to his forehead as that course of action was ruled out. “The wind sails over the water’s surface, quietly but surely,” he quoted from Loveless before glancing down the street. “Outdoor seating it is then.” That was probably for the best anyway as Pebble came trotting back near Gau’s heels. It was going to be a stretch for a restaurant to allow the marsupial even in their outdoor seating areas, but somehow he didn’t think Gau would react kindly to leaving his friend behind. Go figure.
Thankfully, there was a cafe around the corner that had outdoor seating with a sign at the hostess table declaring ‘Please seat yourself.’ That was the best that they were likely to find, so Genesis hurried the strange pair over to a corner table in the hope that whatever waitress they wound up with was in a good mood.
“I suppose the least I can do is buy you breakfast,” Genesis said with a sigh as he handed over a menu from the pile on the table. “Can you read?” If not, it wasn’t the end of the world since it had a few pictures here and there.
Still, Genesis wasn’t sure what he’d gotten himself into. He was inclined to blame Angeal and Sephiroth though.
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[attr=class,bulk] Lady Hildagarde didn’t seem to care for his dramatics as she protested that magic couldn’t be rushed. Personally, he felt that magic very well could be rushed in an emergency, but whatever. He was the one just channeling magic rocks while she had magic imbued in her naturally. Who was he to argue under those circumstances?
He was someone being attacked by zombies, naturally. And still trying his best not to turn on her again. So on second thought, maybe he was within his rights to argue.
“All that awaits you is a somber morrow, no matter where the winds may blow!” He elected to rely on Loveless to voice his complaints as he was currently a bit too busy holding off the undead to think of something better. He really wished he was armed with something more potent than a Restore materia, but it was at least effective given his current opponents. Unfortunately he could only target one at a time though, since he didn’t have it hooked up to an All materia, and he started to severely regret that as they closed ranks around him.
“Hildagarde! Any day now!” He dropped her title given his current predicament as one managed to latch onto his coat and drag him downward. He managed to kick the creature off him, but there were three more to take its place, their arms grabbing at him while their teeth gnashed at the air as he did his best to hold them at a distance. Thankfully that was when a rush of heat told him that she had succeeded in casting a fire spell out of the materia. Smoke from her herbs started to rise into the air, and the effect was immediate as the zombies that had been attacking Genesis suddenly groaned and slumped to the ground instead. Disgusted, Genesis scooted back a few inches before climbing to his feet, while he was startled to see that even the appearance of the hedge maze was starting to change. What had seemed to be bright and lively looked more withered and decayed now, and in what seemed to be a last-ditch effort, the monster from before flickered back into view before leaping directly at Lady Hildagarde.
Genesis should have gone to her aid—even he knew that—but with the hedge maze reacting so desperately to hold on, the last vestiges of his status effect made his head spin so violently that it brought him to his knees. He ended up only being able to watch as the monster’s jaws clamped down on her arm and she sent it reeling with a powerful spell.
…Come to think of it, had she said Holy? Had she somehow just called down the full power of the planet so casually?
Well, he’d worry about that later. The creature lay dying now, and his head suddenly felt clear again. Springing to his feet, he noted that Hilda had dropped down to the grass and might have been legitimately hurt, but there was a more pressing matter to attend to first.
“Never again,” he scowled as he elbowed the Bahamut statue off of its pedestal and let it fall to the ground. Let it shatter if it would. Good riddance. He wasn’t going to handle that thing ever again, so he sure didn’t plan on delivering it to the Children of Bahamut. He’d earn their rent money this month some other way.
On his way over to Lady Hildagarde, he also stopped to pick up his discarded Fire materia because priorities, but eventually he knelt down by her side to examine the nasty wound on her arm. “Ouch.” He gingerly passed a hand over it to avoid the yellow venom oozing around the edges. “Cure3.” he murmured, hoping that it would at least mend the wound itself, but he wasn’t sure what to do about the rest of it. “Hildagarde? You’re likely poisoned or…something similar. I don’t have a Heal materia, so I can’t fix it. Do you know Esuna?”
White magic seemed to come to her naturally, so hopefully that spell was in her repertoire. Assuming she wasn’t too out of it to fix herself up. If she was…well. He could always just leave her there and move on, but she had gone out of her way to help him so many times in the hedge maze that his pesky conscience got in the way of that one. This was why he hated having any sort of morals. It always gave him extra work to do and not much reward.
“Or I can take you to someone who can.” With a bit of hesitance, he unfurled the large black wing on his left side. It had been hidden under his coat until now, but he did have a slit there for easy access. It was just that he usually didn’t much like showing new people how much of a monster he was, but under the circumstances, he might need to fly the woman somewhere.
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[attr=class,tagline]@ladyhilda
Hilda's hurt! Genesis is going to stop for petty revenge and his materia first.
