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[attr=class,bulk] Yuna nodded at Caius’ advice that she just listen during hard conversations where she didn’t necessarily know what to say. “That makes sense. I saw that during my pilgrimage.” So many people’s lives had been devastated by Sin, and most of them had just needed somewhere to turn with their grief. It had been an honor to be someone that they looked to for hope. Even if the concept of a summoner’s pilgrimage had turned out to be based on a lie, Yuna thought that she would always remember that part.
Caius didn’t seem to have found anything else of note during their time researching in the study, so Yuna nodded and retrieved her staff from where it had been resting against the wall. “We can take the front door. Warping makes me a little dizzy,” she admitted with a small laugh. “I’m sure you get used to it though. I have no idea how you know where you’re going.”
Creeping back through the hallway, Yuna cast a regretful look at the abandoned dining room and the dried blood smeared along the floor and baseboards in a dripping pattern. Criminals or not, they had deserved to be arrested, not killed. If only she and Caius had gotten there sooner, but then there was no way that they could have heard about it until the monsters had escaped. It was just a tragedy.
“Here,” Yuna announced, managing to locate the front door past where they had originally stopped to descend into the basement. An umbrella and boots were propped off to the side, which gave Yuna another tinge of regret. This house seemed so normal. What would prompt someone to go into a business like breeding monsters? Just the money? She supposed that they might never know.
Yuna drew the latch back and stepped onto the front porch where they had originally tried to knock. The sky was as overcast as it had been before, and the wind had picked up. Yuna drew her arms around herself a little as her hair whipped around her face with the force of it. “Looks like a storm’s coming,” she murmured, before turning towards the side of the house that they had first entered through. “Some of the monsters must have broken out of the basement. That would explain the scratches on the inside of the basement door and why the window was broken from the inside out...Maybe we could try to pick up their trail from there? They must have left marks in the sand.”
Yuna didn’t have much experience with tracking, but she suspected that Caius probably did. A desolate world like the one where he’d come from must have been scarce on food, but that seemed like a sad topic to broach unless he did first. Those couldn’t have been the easiest memories for him after all.
Yuna was careful to stay a little back from the window lest she mess up any tracks in the sand, though she did her best to scan what was going on in front of it. The broken glass and the scattering of blood was less obvious now that the sun had vanished behind the clouds, but it was definitely there, and she could easily locate the marks from her own boots next to Caius’ slightly larger prints. Her frown grew though when she spotted a larger indentation off to the side.
“What do you think this is?” She asked as she crouched down next to it. Sand didn’t leave as clear of imprints as mud would have, but the hole was large and round with five tiny markings above it that had the appearance of claws. Yuna didn’t have much longer to examine it though when a feral, animalistic snarl echoed from down the beach. Jumping where she was crouched, Yuna glanced up at Caius worriedly.
“Vordun?” She was suddenly hyper-aware that they had left the dragon alone on the beach with monsters on the loose. The only thing that gave her any sort of relief was that Vordun didn’t sound like the one who was in trouble.
Prompto had apparently never heard of machina before, but that wasn’t too surprising away from Yevon and its teachings. The excitable boy at her side hadn’t said anything to confirm one way or another yet if he was from Zephon originally, but he didn’t act at all like someone from Spira even if he had come from somewhere else.
“They’re specific types of machines. Just the ones that were banned by the religion where I’m from,” Yuna explained a bit sheepishly. For how long she had grown up with those beliefs, it was still hard to admit how arbitrary they were. Even after everything she’d done to cast Yevon aside. “Thank you so much for offering though. I can be a bit...confused by it. Even now. Having someone I could go to for questions would be great.”
Was that too forward? He had offered, but he probably hadn’t come here to be saddled with a teacher position. Yuna felt her cheeks grow a bit hot, and she was glad when he seized on the pastry stand that she had suggested instead of continuing that line of thought.
“Boys always pay?” Yuna asked, genuinely curious as she tilted her head to the side. “What if he doesn’t have as much money? That seems like it would limit dates to the wealthy.” It seemed like a strange concept. True, she’d never dated much on Spira since she’d been too focused on her goal of becoming a summoner, but she’d never heard of such a thing before. Maybe it was different on Spira when anyone could lose their life savings at any moment if Sin chose to come calling.
Yuna wasn’t sure what a cinnamon roll was, but Prompto’s excitement was infectious and the pastries smelled delicious anyway. “One please,” Yuna beamed at the woman behind the counter, handing her badge over before latching onto the rest of what the boy next to her had proposed.
“You can shoot?” Maybe that explained the tiny callouses that had dotted his fingers. Yuna had no real interest in the bulky rifles that the Bevelle guards used, but she’d been secretly fascinated by pistols ever since she’d seen a few Al Bhed wield them. They were so sleek and fast, and she thought that might compliment Prompto well since he was so lanky. “I’d love to see! I’ll do my best too,” she promised, clasping her hands together determinedly before realizing that the woman working the booth was trying to hand her the badge back.
“Oh! Thank you." Clipping it back to her halter top, Yuna took the small plate that was almost completely filled by the pastry and grabbed two disposable forks in her other hand. “Um...Let’s see…” There were tables in the center of the carnival that had been set up so people could sit and eat, but all of them seemed to be full as far as Yuna’s eyes could see, and she didn’t want to make anyone else feel pressured to hurry up anyway.
“Shall we improvise?” She asked Prompto, dropping to her knees in the grass in a quiet corner behind a row of booths. Holding the cinnamon roll between them, she offered him one of the forks with a smile."So what do you do around here, Prompto?"
Yuna laughed weakly at Caius’ grumbling, but she could tell that it was mostly good-natured. He didn’t seem to be hurt beyond some typical scrapes and bruises, and she was relieved that his armor seemed to have protected him from anything worse. “I can’t use it much. It takes nearly all my magic,” she explained sheepishly, making sure that her friend was ready to go before she started the long walk back upstairs. She wasn’t much good on her own without her magic, though she supposed that she always had Shiva if needed. Celes was still very patiently trying to show her how to use the dagger she’d bought as well, but Yuna didn’t think she was good enough to use it reliably yet.
Yuna nodded when Caius said that hard conversations were part of their jobs, though she gave him a curious look when he suggested that she take this one for the practice. “Alright. I’ll try to be empathetic I suppose. I can’t imagine losing your spouse and finding out it was because they were involved in something like this.” Truthfully they hadn’t found any bodies yet, but between the hastily abandoned dining room, the scattered bloodstains, and the monsters running loose, it wasn’t difficult to imagine what could have happened. It was a tragic accident however you looked at it. Even if they had been involved in something illegal, no one deserved to die like that.
The sunlight upstairs was almost blinding after how dim the basement had been, and Yuna only just remembered to hold her breath as they slipped past the dining room and back into the office that they had first warped into. Yuna headed straight for the documents that she remembered being on the desk, dividing them in half in case Caius was interested in starting there as well.
“Well I don’t have to wonder what they needed so much meat for anymore,” she murmured, flipping past the top invoice that had unnerved her when they had first wandered past. The rest of the documents seemed similar, which was a bit disappointing. Yuna was more interested in who was buying from them rather than where they were getting their supplies. Crouching behind the desk, she dug through the drawers for a while, mostly finding standard office supplies until she reached a small bottom drawer.
“Customer invoices,” she announced to Caius as she quickly flipped through them. “They’re written to be pretty vague I think. “Ten of item 4A” and so on. But it’s still something to give to the Torensten police…”
Yuna stowed the documents in her bag once they were ready to go, turning to her friend to see how things had fared on his end. “Find anything?” She asked curiously. “Unless you had any other ideas, I was thinking we could check outside to see if we can find any of the other monsters that escaped before we return to the city?”
Yuna wasn’t sure how long she’d been asleep when her eyes flickered open. She felt like she might have heard something to rouse her, but she couldn’t entirely rule out that it had been part of a dream either. Rolling over in bed, she frowned when she realized that her boots were still on, and the entire busy night came back to her as she squinted up at the full sunlight streaming in through a gap in the curtains.
Cloud had some cruel wounds inflicted on him. Yuna hadn’t seen any so dire since the failed Operation Mi’ihen against Sin, but she desperately hoped that he’d be able to pull through. She should really go check on how her patient had fared during the night anyway in case he needed another round of healing, but she gave herself another few seconds to lay there until the sound of a thump from the front room had her sitting up in alarm.
It looked like whatever had woken her up hadn’t been a dream after all.
Peeking out into the hallway, Yuna did her best to smooth down her sleep-strewn hair before she strode out into the living room. She had been fully expecting that maybe another member of the Dragonblades had dropped by, so she was completely taken aback to find the blond man sitting up in the middle of the couch.
“Oh! Putting a hand to her mouth, Yuna crept forward a few steps. “You’re awake! You...probably shouldn’t sit up so soon though.” That might have been an understatement. It didn’t look like he’d ripped anything open again, but his face was deathly pale, as if just getting that far had cost him a great deal.
“My name’s Yuna. I’m a healer who works with the Dragonblades. I think Caius was afraid to take you to a hospital in case-...” Well. There were still a lot of questions about what had happened to cause so much destruction in the city. Caius had missed the battle so he hadn’t been able to tell her, but the Provo authorities were probably interested in finding who was responsible. Cloud didn’t need to hear that when he had just woken up though. Yuna felt her cheeks grow a little warm as she glanced to the side. “You don’t need to talk about that yet though.”
Approaching the couch, she knelt to retrieve the glass of water that she’d poured for him earlier and left on the coffee table. “You should try to drink something if you can…” Holding it out, Yuna held it by the base to leave it open-ended on if he wanted help or wanted to try by himself.
Prompto seemed enthusiastic about the idea of checking out the festival, and Yuna noted that he placed particular emphasis on the idea of the food. Maybe he was hungry? Yuna herself had been too nervous to eat much today, so she could understand the sentiment. “I haven’t seen a festival before either!” Sometimes there were celebrations after Blitzball tournaments, but they were nothing as grand as this. “At least not one so large…”
Sin had always put a damper on gatherings of too many people, but Yuna tried not to follow that train of thought. Dates probably shouldn’t start with a description of how her life’s goal had always been to die in order to defeat a sea monster. Thankfully Faris had taken that one in stride, but Yuna liked to think that she had learned a little since then.
“Camera,” Yuna echoed the strange word that Prompto used to describe his machina, but it didn’t ring any bells unfortunately. Her confusion must have shown on her face because he stepped closer to show her rather than explain it, so she gave him a grateful look before glancing down at the smooth glass screen on the back of the device.
It lit up suddenly, and Yuna gave a start, scanning the images as he flipped through them. The pictures showed booths and people from the festival happening all around them. They were like snapshots of a moment in time, and she found herself unable to look away. “That’s amazing! Machina can do incredible things. They’re like statues if they were exact replicas,” she mused out loud. “Or like sphere recordings if they were still…”
Yuna listened to why he liked taking photographs, smiling a little sadly when he said it could make a moment feel like it would last forever. “...That’s beautiful.” She knew the feeling well of wanting to stop time for a moment. It was why she had taken a secret sphere recording for her guardians during her pilgrimage, so she thought she could understand the appeal for Prompto. If cameras had been permitted on Spira, she might have liked one too.
Prompto exited out of his final picture so fast that Yuna was left blinking up at him in surprise. She thought that she’d recognized that blue skirt and halter top in the split second that it had been on-screen. “Was that-?...”
Unfortunately he didn’t give her much time to wonder as he hurriedly suggested that they take a selfie instead. “A...what?” The blond boy crowded in close to her and held up the camera. Yuna blinked up at it before realizing at the last second that he meant to take one of his snapshots, and she quickly smiled before there was the tiny sound of a shutter. Lowering the camera, he offered it to her for her to see. It had been well-timed--the glow from a nearby booth lit up Prompto’s eyes and complimented the freckles dotted along his nose and cheeks. Yuna herself was startled to see how striking her different colored eyes were. They never stood out that much when she was just looking in a mirror.
“You’re good at this.” Yuna adjusted her long earring before smiling up at him. “Thanks for showing me. Machina wasn’t really...allowed where I’m from, so this is all still new to me.” She felt a little embarrassed at the admission, so she quickly reminded herself that Prompto was hungry and pointed towards the booth that had been giving off an attractive sweet smell.
“Want to split one? My treat.” She pointed to the badge that had been loaded with points a little teasingly before popping over to look at what they were offering. There were pastries of every size and shape, and Yuna had to resist from pressing against the glass to get a closer look at a spiral-shaped one covered in icing.
When Yuna was finally able to take a break from the blond man’s bedside, she was startled to see that the eastern horizon outside the window had lightened to a bright blue. It had been a long time since she’d had to stay up all night tending to the wounded--the last time had been at the Djose Temple with her guardians, and that felt like forever ago. A lifetime where she’d still had faith in the church and in the path of a summoner.
Now the only thing that Yuna had faith in was in forging her own path forward.
From the adjacent bathroom, Yuna splashed a little water on her face in an attempt to refresh herself before meeting her own tired, dichromatic eyes in the mirror. It had taken a long time to stabilize the man that Caius had brought to her, and for a while, Yuna had thought that she might end up having to send him instead. The severe magic burns would have been one thing entirely, but he had lost too much blood on top of that. Something had impaled him all the way through his lower chest, causing severe damage to his internal organs and making that her first order of business to attend to. He was lucky that the blade appeared to have been oddly thin. If the wound had been any worse or if Caius hadn’t found him quickly enough, then Yuna wasn’t sure that all the magic in the world would have been able to stop him from suffocating on his own blood.
Letting out a breath, Yuna brushed back her mussed hair before returning to the front room of the loft that she’d been renting. Right now it doubled as her own apartment and as the Dragonblade’s Provo operations that she was starting to get set up, so the room was a mismatched collection of her own furniture and weapons that other members had needed to store somewhere. Her patient was laid out on a couch near the front door where Caius had placed him. He was probably stable enough to be moved to a bed now, but Yuna wasn’t strong enough to move him safely on her own. The last thing that she wanted to do was jostle his healing wounds.
The man--Cloud, Caius had called him--was a patchwork mess of bandages, though Yuna had at least managed to sponge off some of the dried blood once he was out of the danger zone. She’d had to remove his sweater and shoulder armor to get to the wound on his chest, and she hoped that wouldn’t spook him too badly when he woke. She’d left his pants completely alone for that reason, even if they were as filthy and bloodstained as the rest of him had been. It was better to let people do certain tasks on their own until they specifically asked for help.
Cloud’s hair had been matted down with sweat from the aftermath of whatever battle had gone down in the middle of the city, but the blond spikes reminded her enough of Tidus that Yuna didn’t have to wonder why she was going so far to save a stranger. “Stupid,” she murmured to herself, rubbing her eyes and telling herself that she’d clearly been awake too long. Cloud was stable now, and it was time to get some sleep before she opened up that particular hole in her heart. She’d done her best not to dwell on the people waiting back on Spira for her, and this wasn’t a good time to start.
“Here,” she murmured, leaving the man a glass of water on the coffee table in front of him in case he woke up while she was gone. All squared away, Yuna went straight back to her bedroom and fell on top of the blankets in a heap. In her hurry she even forgot to remove her boots.
Balthier agreed that it looked like a gate or archway might rest across the underground lake, but it was difficult to make out by only the dim light of a single candle. Yuna was starting to wish that one of them had a machina on them that could make light. She’d heard tales of flashlights since coming to Zephon, and one of them would have been incredibly useful right now. It was too late to turn back now though. Yuna wasn’t even sure if they’d be able to find one in the castle given the chance.
Balthier went down to investigate the boat, and Yuna followed while pressing one sleeve carefully over her nose. The water smelled stale and fetid, which wasn’t surprising given how long it had probably sat here unmoving. The whole thing seemed older than Yuna had thought at first glance, and Balthier even had to clear some cobwebs out of the thick metal boat so they could sit down. Thankfully the vessel didn’t seem to have decomposed at all, though there were dark brown and green rings near the bottom where it had rusted from the water.
“Always an adventure,” Yuna agreed when he said that something didn’t feel right, though a slight frown crossed her lips when he said that she was welcome to stay behind. “Here?” Yuna did a thoughtful look around the moat, though he clearly meant that she could return to the surface if she wanted. “No thank you. I rather think I’d like to know what the royal family makes so much effort to hide,” she said with a faint smile before taking his offered hand and stepping carefully into the boat. Oddly enough his fingers were rough with slightly faded callouses, though he didn’t seem the type to swing a sword around. He didn’t seem to have any weapons on him at all besides the gun, so Yuna gave him a slightly curious look, though it didn’t seem the time to ask about it.
Thankfully the boat held both of their weights, though it certainly wasn’t the sturdiest vessel that she’d ever traveled on. Yuna sat on her knees while carefully grasping the candle since it was their only means of sight right now. With her free hand, she grabbed the roughened end of one of the oars before raising it out of the water. “Ah...Hm…” The actual paddle end of the oar had not aged as well as the rest of the boat--likely because it had been submerged. It was thick with rot and Yuna eyed it a bit dubiously before cautiously using it to push them away from the edge of the land. “This might take a while,” she said with a faint smile, looking up at Balthier expectantly to see if he would take the other oar.
As they slowly made their way across the lake, the cavern was still and quiet beyond the splash of the water made by the oars. It was straining Yuna’s ears and eyes to focus so closely on their dim surroundings, but everything stayed calm until the archway came more into view and Yuna raised the candle in the air so they could see it better. The tiny flickering flame reflected off the rusted iron bars of a gate. The doors were drawn closed and sealed with a chained lock, but it looked as old as the rest of the ancient room around them. “What do you think? I'd say this calls for a pirate,” Yuna teased Balthier, dutifully holding up the candle for him as she looked cautiously behind them at how far they’d come. Maybe she only imagined it, but she thought she saw something white glinting in the water, though it was gone as soon as she took a second look.
A blinding flash of light lit up the room way more than the dim bulbs overhead could, and Yuna fell gasping to her knees as Holy drained her magic to its very limit. The creature in front of her gave a shriek before there was a thundering crash. As Yuna’s eyesight returned with tiny spots dancing in front of her vision, she saw that the crab was on its back. Its legs gave one final twitch before it went still, and Yuna let out a breath of relief before she looked up to survey the situation in the rest of the room.
A terrible smell of cooked flesh was wafting over the cell-block, and Yuna found the source as she spotted the second crab that she had swept towards Caius with a Water spell. The monster was blackened and smoking from where it lay in a pool of water, and she was glad to see that her friend had managed to take care of it. Not that she had ever had any doubts. Caius was one of the best people in combat that Yuna had ever met. If he had been from Spira, then she thought that he would have made an excellent guardian. Sir Caius had a nice to ring to it.
Yuna started to grow slightly alarmed as she realized that she couldn’t find Caius, and her eyes darted around until they landed on a disheveled head of blond hair slumped in the corner. The stone wall was cracked above him from where had been thrown against it.
“Caius!” Feeling her stomach sink, Yuna pulled up her skirt as she leapt to her feet and ran over to check on him. Dropping to her knees next to him, she apologized anxiously as she checked him over for wounds. “I’m so sorry. I try to be careful about what I cast indoors for that exact reason…” Remembering that she was out of magic, Yuna bit her lip before rummaging through her supply pouch for an ether. Uncorking the glass bottle, she downed a bit of the bitter green liquid before murmuring “Cure,” in an attempt to patch up her friend. Hopefully that would get him on his feet at least. Yuna knew that he kept some potions in his armiger too, so maybe he’d be able to summon those once he was feeling better.
“Here.” Stowing the rest of the ether away, Yuna took his arm in an offer to help him to his feet. “Let’s get you upstairs to the office. You can sit while we research if you need to.” In her worry about Caius, Yuna had nearly forgotten about how she was dreading this part, but it came back to her now.
“Though I don’t know how to tell the man who hired us what his wife’s been up to. This was supposedly their vacation house…”
The blond boy’s face lit up in a too-wide grin that was somehow still endearing as he raised a hand to wave back at her. Yuna’s heartbeat picked up a little with nerves as he started to jog his way through the crowd to come over and meet her. Still, she was so much less nervous than last year even though it was a busier setting and she felt more vulnerable outside of her normal clothes. She really needed to thank Faris properly sometime for being such a laid-back first date.
The boy slid to a halt in front of her, and Yuna instantly felt a little better as he went on a self-conscious ramble about how maybe they were a match but maybe he was wrong and that was cool too. He was clearly nearly as nervous as she had been at her first blind dating event, and somehow that made the situation feel infinitely more manageable.
“No, no! I think so too,” she reassured him, plucking at her own badge pinned to her blue halter. “Red, right? They said to find the person with the same color.” She had to confirm because he had a dozen other smaller trinkets pinned to his vest next to the badge, so she wanted to double-check that she had spotted the right one. Yuna didn’t mind though. She thought it gave him character. Not that he seemed to need much help with that. He really was cute between his anxious energy, the freckles across the bridge of his nose, and the way that his hair didn’t seem to be naturally spiky at all but held up with some kind of substance. Maybe it was magic? Yuna would have to ask later.
“Oh! Really?” Yuna flushed a little when he said that she looked good, and she glanced down at her outfit a little self-consciously. “It’s not my usual style, but...I thought it might be fun. Today.”
The boy introduced himself as Prompto--he seemed to jump between topics because he was so high-energy--so Yuna quickly nodded respectfully and dipped into a small bow. She found it hard to do the full Yevon prayer lately, but some things were just ingrained. “Nice to meet you, Prompto. I’m Yuna.” It was only while she was straightening up that Yuna realized he had stuck out a hand to shake.
“Oh!” Yuna had seen several hand-shakes since coming to Zephon. She felt that she knew the theory, so she took his hand with both of hers and gave it a solemn shake, confident that she was doing it correctly. She could tell that his fingers were a little calloused under his glove, but not in the same way that Tidus’ had been from handling a Blitzball for so long. Not even in the same way that Tidus had slowly developed new callouses from his sword, but she couldn’t place what else it could be from.
“Do you want to walk around the festival? I don’t even know where to start. There’s so much going on here,” Yuna confided with a smile as she released his hand, glancing past him to a food booth just over his shoulder. A delicious sweet smell was wafting through the air as the hologram of a moogle spun overhead, but Yuna reluctantly turned her eyes away and glanced down curiously at the device that Prompto was carrying around instead.
“I meant to ask what you were doing. That’s a machina, right?”
It seemed that Balthier was an airship pilot rather than a ship captain, and Yuna brightened a little as she considered that. The only airship in use on Spira was the one her uncle had unearthed, so there was plenty more she wanted to ask him before the wall trap sprang on her and she was ushered through to the other side. Yuna had landed hard on the stone floor, and she rubbed her skinned knee as the muffled sound of Balthier’s voice came from the other side of the wall.
“I’m okay!” She called back to him with no idea of if he could even hear her or not. Tiny skittering noises echoed around her along with the steady drip of water, and while the sound was probably just rats, Yuna was still incredibly nervous as she felt along the dusty stone floor. Finally her fingers bumped against the round shape of the candle, and she let out a sigh of relief as she gripped it. The wick had burned out when she’d dropped it, but the candle was still spotted with droplets of hot wax that burned her fingers.
There was a click behind her as someone stumbled in past the wall, the voice and timing letting her know that it was just Balthier as he wondered aloud what the king felt that he had to hide. “Nothing good,” she murmured, nodding when he asked if she had any magic left before realizing that he wouldn’t be able to see it.
“Don’t worry. I always have a few ethers if we need them,” Yuna said with a faint smile before holding the candle out away from them and lightly touching the wick. “Fire.” Her concentration must have been shot because the spell was a tad too big this time, and she barely managed not to scorch her fingers as the candle lit and gave them a tiny space in which to view the chamber.
“Oh.” Yuna’s lips parted slightly in surprise as she raised the candle higher to make sure she was seeing correctly. “I thought I’d heard water…” The hallway led forward to the shore of a massive underground lake. The water was almost completely still, but as Yuna cast her eyes around, she could have sworn that she saw a ripple near the center. The thought made her step a little closer to Balthier.
“There’s something on the far side. A gate maybe?” It was nearly impossible to make out with the dim light of the candle, but there was almost certainly a passageway across the water. The feeble flame only allowed her to make out the barest hint of iron bars. “Hopefully it isn’t locked.”
A small wooden boat was propped up on the shore below them with a simple set of oars, and Yuna looked it over carefully, wondering if it was a trap before looking to Balthier for his opinion. “Seems convenient, but I suppose his men would need a way to cross…”
