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Post by Faris Scherwiz on Oct 7, 2019 12:28:06 GMT -6
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Faris is having a great time
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
”Agh! I’m going in circles!”
Faris cursed loudly and fell back onto a flattened rock, fuming. The woods were beautiful. The trees fanned in a solid overhang of leaves and flowering lilacs. The waters bubbled a clear blue, and the air was tinged with a flowery perfume. There was magic here. Magic and life and something mystical that Faris couldn’t put his finger on. All of it a lie. This place was a maze of twittering birds and faerie lights. It had a lot of nerve playing innocent.
Faris huffed and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. He’d only come because he’d heard it was a haven for chocobos. Those lousy birds. So far, he hadn’t caught head nor tailfeather of them, and he’d wasted more time than he was like to admit. All for what? He wouldn’t expect a thank you from Bartz for his trouble.
The back of his hand itched. A ladybug had taken to it, and Faris eyed it wryly. ”Haven’t happened to see a chocobo around here?” The ladybug fluttered its wings. Faris scowled. ”Aye. Didn’t think so.” He swatted the insect away, sighed, and took to his feet. He still had more ground to cover than he knew what to do with -- and that was if the forest wasn’t playing tricks on him. Faris groaned, stretched his arms over his head, and started forward.
’Kupo?’
Faris froze mid-stride. Was he hearing things? He waited a minute longer until he caught the rustling of leaves behind him and whirled around on his heel. Nothing. He glanced from a veil of hanging vines to the willowed trees on its other side. He squinted at them, moving to push the vines aside before he heard it again -- ’Kupo!’ -- behind his shoulder. ”Hey!” He turned again to find a similar nothing. Just a babbling stream and a fat frog sitting along its banks. It blinked at him. Faris muffled a curse.
”I’ll not hurt you!” he called to who knew where. ”I’m looking for someone! A bird! Goes by the name of Boko?” Silence. Faris touched at the bridge of his nose. ”I’m talking to a moogle,” he muttered. Maybe Krile could have spoken between them, but Faris didn’t speak of a word of the fae tongue. ”I’ve gone daft,” he said. ”Hearing things. There’s not a soul here but-”
’Kupopo!’
”There!”To his right. Faris charged towards it blindly, shoving aside leaves and branches and ivy as he forged his own path to the infernal thing. Just out of sight, he heard the light flutter of wings, the bounce of furry feet, and a refrain of the same familiar ’Kupo!’ Movement flickered between the branches. White fur.”Stop! I’m looking for a bird! Have you seen-?”
His foot slipped.
”Agh!” His own momentum threw him forward as his ankle caught and gravity fell away. In a second, he was falling, flailing, and hitting every patch of branches and brambles and cracking branches in his way. He cursed with every bump until he finally tumbled to a stop at the bottom of a mossy ravine carved straight out of the forest like a scar. For a moment, Faris just laid where he’d landed, breathing heavily as he watched the green shade of the canopy above him. Then his blood heated, and he was on his feet yelling just about every obscenity that came to his mind.
”That yellow, thick-headed, trick-footed cur! That lousy, good-for-nothing lout! That-!” Faris flicked the blood from his scratches. ”That Bartz!” Faris kicked at a rock that proved so solid that it crunched straight through his toes and he cried out again, growling towards the heavens.
”I’ll find that bird, you hear me? I'll find it and drive it straight into the sea!”
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Caius stopped Faris to ask about himself. What was he blathering on about? Faris raised an eyebrow, arms crossed as he waited for him to finish. He had to have his reasons? He didn’t need pirating? Looting was below him? It suddenly crossed Faris exactly what had rubbed him the wrong way about Caius to begin with. The lout trusted his own head over anyone else. Suddenly that naive heart of his wasn’t quite so charming.
”Looking a scoundrel in the eye?” Faris turned on him hard. ”I’ve told you you’re wrong. Don’t come calling me a lying cur because you think me something I’m not. I’ll look you in the eye and tell you you’d best mind your own business. You don’t know a thing about me, and you don’t know me better than I know myself.”
Faris didn't know why he was surprised. Caius had insisted Faris was better than he was even as he’d held a spear in one hand and a stolen lot of gil in the other. Faris wasn’t the worst of them -- he knew that -- but he wasn’t the best of them either. He didn’t know where Caius got off treating him otherwise. Caius had one thing right, at least. If Faris’ nature ended up catching him by surprise, he’d only have himself to blame. Faris had done everything he could to set him straight.
Faris watched as Caius pulled a potion out of his belt, swallowed it, then handed him one in turn. Faris took it without a hint of gratitude and had a long draft of it for himself. It burned like liquor in his throat, but he felt it faster than any ale. It heated his blood, strengthened his resolve, and he winced as his wounds stung and melded together. Not enough to fix them right, but enough that he could move himself well enough. Faris ran a hand through his hair and shook it out over his shoulders. He wanted this done with.
”We’ll finish this and go our own ways. You keep an eye on that drake of yours. I’ll shoulder the rest.” Faris started walking before he could hear a response. It was clear Caius didn't have a scrap of respect for his word. There was nothing else to say.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
”I’m going to need a drink after this. Maybe a few strong drinks.”
Faris laughed. ”Aye, I’d say we deserve a pint or twenty.” He watched the sky with a hazy eye. Had the clouds started trembling or was that just him? ”I’ll have to stop by next I’m in town. We’ll have a round. Not on me, but a round.” He glanced to Caius and smirked. He still didn’t like him -- not really -- but there was a certain bond you could only forge by risking your lives together. He was an honorable man, if a clueless one, and he deserved some credit for that.
And some respect. He’d earned that in spades.
”A good man?” Faris blinked and forced himself upright just to look at him. Faris squinted, sizing him up, before bursting with laughter. ”Are you daft?” He must have been. He looked as serious as anyone. ”Don’t forget how we met, lad. I’ve been a pirate since the first I could remember. I’m not about to quit it now.” Still, there was something charming about it. Caius might have been naive, but he had a good heart. That was for certain.
Then the topic took a turn for the worse.
Faris’ eyes darkened. He'd almost forgotten why they'd come. ”I’ll do it.” He didn’t know if he could. He didn’t know if his body could support it or if his arms would let him. He’d find a way.
Faris grit his teeth and forced himself to his feet. His head spun, but he had enough experience at keeping his balance that he didn’t let it show. If he could keep manage drunk on the deck of a ship then he could manage now.
”If you’ve got any potions, now’d be the time.” Faris didn’t himself. He could have kicked himself for it, but he didn’t have the money for much of anything at the moment. He’d snatch a few once the job was done.
He grabbed at his bleeding forearm, scowling at the blood that dampened his fingers. Potion or no, he'd do what had to be done -- he always had. It was his burden as a captain. Pirating wasn’t the safest way of life.
”We’ll get him home. He’s got people waiting for him.”
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Faris landed hard.
His angle was right. His spear sharp. It cracked straight through skull and bone, severing the dragon's spine and sending it crashing to the stone. Faris gripped his own spear for balance, gritting his teeth as he weathered the beast’s last death throes. Finally, it settled and he was left panting, leaning on it like a staff. It was done. From the sounds of the other dragon, it was done, and they were left alive on the other side. Barely.
Faris didn’t have long to linger on it. Before he could so much as breathe, Caius was shouting and running towards the tower’s edge. Faris watched him hazily, about to call out a warning, before he saw it. The drake. It flapped desperately just barely out of reach of land. Faris’ eyes widened and he dashed forward, wincing when he stumbled on the dragon’s hide. Caius got there first. He reached out, crying desperately for the drake to make the last push, and Faris forced himself upright, running as fast as he could manage. But it was too late. He could only watch in horror as they both tumbled off the side.
”Caius!” Faris staggered forward with a new wind, eyes wide and heart racing. He prepared himself to jump. Would he make it back? How didn't know, but he didn’t think twice as he twirled his spear, gathered up the last of his power, and-
There was a flash of light and both man and dragon tumbled backwards onto the tower. Faris backpedaled wildly, shoving his toes into the stone to keep from throwing himself off instead. Then he turned to face them. Caius coughed blood into the back of his hand. The drake perked up in his arms and let out a happy chirp. Faris stared at them and then laughed. Hard.
It had all turned out alright. He wouldn’t watch the drake taken by the waves. This one, at least, they’d saved.
Caius clutched the drake tighter. His cheeks glistened with tears. Faris stumbled towards them, armor clinking with every unsteady step until he half-collapsed beside them. He felt his magic fade away as his knees hit the ground. Armor, spear, all of the fight in him -- scattered on the wind as though it had never been there at all. Faris smiled tiredly.
”Aye, it’s alright.” He put a hand on Caius' shoulder. ”She’s safe. Er, he. Your drake. He’s lucky to have a man like you.”
By the final words, his eyes were swimming. He swayed and then he found himself on his back, arms throbbing from his wounds and the fall that had jostled them. His breath was staggered -- his tunic stained with blood. More than that, his crystal felt ready to break. He laughed.
”Aren’t we a sad sight?” He watched a cloud pass over the sun and willed his vision not to darken. ”But we did it,” he said. ”Those devils won’t befoul another soul again.”
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Caius’ drake rushed past them. Faris’ eyes widened. He shared in Caius’ shout of warning, reaching out to grab him but missing as his arm flinched in pain. She thrust herself into danger, flapping her wings and clawing, burning, scratching until the nearest dragon went crashing down. Faris stared at her before he broke out in a grin. ”Aye, that’s it!” he cried, readying his spear for his next jump.
Then the last dragon sent her flying.
”No!” His voice joined a chorus with Caius’ as Faris launched himself into the air after the drake. He was too late. By the time that Faris had rocketed past, the drake was already beyond his grasp. Faris backpedaled in the air, barely managing to divert his momentum back onto the tower’s edge as he stared down in horror. A drake that young wasn’t steady enough on her wings to take to the skies. Maybe she could glide down if she got her bearings. Maybe…
Shots fired behind him like cannon fire. Caius was in a rage, cheeks flushed, eyes red. He blasted his hand cannons again and again with a crazed fervor before he brought his blade to his hand again and faced off against the thing -- wounds be damned. Faris felt a growl form in his throat.
”That devil!” It had struck down a brilliant wind drake. He could still hear her cry as the blow landed, as she tumbled off the edge, as she fell and fell and-
The sea claimed her thrashing into the waves. Heat erupted into Faris’ throat. He would end the beast himself.
His finger clenched around his spear as he dashed forward, jumping before he reached it and crashing down again. It pierced between the fiend’s ribs and it screeched its pain. Between the spear and the gunshots and whatever Caius chose to do with his blade, the thing recoiled back, thrashing and clawing wildly. Faris thought he caught Caius’ light zipping around him, but he kept his eyes forward. The beast was outnumbered, and the two were in a frenzy for blood.
Faris yanked twice on his spear before he loosed it again. The dragon bucked so hard that Faris nearly toppled over, teeth grit and stance squared. His arm shot with pain that only now pulsed in his shoulders, but he just launched himself up again. He wouldn’t be defeated. Not now. Not when they were so close.
From so high, he could see the dragon, Caius’ specks of light, and the ground so far below that it was dizzying. Still, he angled himself out of a straight drop. Its head. If he missed, he could be seconds from meeting the same fate as Caius’ drake. If he landed, he’d end it. There was only one way to find out.
He thrust himself down. There was nothing left but to fall.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Caius did, in fact, have his head on straight.
In fact, it seemed the blow had hardly done a thing. Caius was back on his feet in a breath, sword raised and ready for a fight. He disappeared in a flash of light and danced above the dragons’ heads with his blade slashing about with a raging fervor. There was a click and then the man’s drake went charging forward, fire at its snout. She spewed the flames directly into the dragon’s eyes, and it staggered, reeling with animal shriek. Faris hardly had time to appreciate her before another dragon was on him, and he barely blocked its claw with the broad side of his blade.
Caius screamed.
”Hey!” Faris looked over to see the dragon’s fangs clamped around his shoulder. Faris eyes widened before a fire lit them and Faris staggered forward, stopping only as his own dragon lunged and he held his blade against it. Caius was in trouble. In more than trouble from the looks of it, and Faris grit his teeth, trying his best to backstep towards him as his own dragon kept him on edge. Caius struggled and pulled at his wound, but made no ground as embers lit the dragon’s maw. Faris felt a cold chill of horror. If he could just slip his blade away for a second, he could dodge over and-!
Boom! A different fire rushed the dragon’s mouth and it reeled, giving Caius enough time to throw himself back in another flash of light. He stumbled, breathing hard and shocked with pain. His arm was useless. Still, the other dragon rounded on him, maw aglow. Faris felt his breath catch. There wasn’t time.
”Caius!” Faris threw himself back, wincing as dragon’s claw ripped through his forearm and he dashed forward. His mouth was dry -- his heart pounding. He didn’t think as he threw himself towards Caius, acting on instinct alone. Something flickered hot in his blood. It surged with his panic, his fear, and his rage as he felt a light engulf him and then he was rocketing through the air. The wind struck his face in daggers. His spear fell heavy in his hand. He twisted it around and then thrust himself down.
His spear struck hard at the back of the dragon’s neck. It pierced through scales and flesh and then the dragon was bucking and screeching as Faris grasped desperately at his spear to keep balance. He tried to pull it out, but his arm had taken too much damage and he couldn’t get a proper grip.
He yanked once, twice, three times before it finally freed itself with a sickening squelch and Faris took to the air again, landing panting at Caius’ side. He spun his spear around with difficulty and thrust it between himself and Caius. ”Get back and lick your wounds! I’ll keep it on its toes!”
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
”Aye.” Faris stood, pushing his chair back behind him. The girl was nearly finished with what he’d bought her, and she’d taken his gil just like he’d asked. His stomach churned as he saw it disappear into the girl’s pocket, but there was relief in it too. It would’ve been a blow on his pride to turn it away. It wouldn’t have done either of them any good.
”I’ll walk you back to the street once you’re done. Gotta make sure you get out of this with that gil intact. This lot would steal it away in a breath.” Faris crossed his arms waiting for her to finish before he nodded towards the door and started out.
Here was another lost soul chewed up and spit out from the sky. When had Faris grown to expect it? It felt like ages since he’d washed ashore.
Once they’d made it back to the main road, he stopped and turned to her. She was young -- that was for certain -- with a heart too soft to fight the current. Should he have brought her along? Maybe if he’d had a ship. Or a place to stay. Or money that wasn’t speckled with blood. As it was, their paths weren’t meant to align -- not now at any rate.
”You keep your back straight and your head high,” he said. ”This isn’t your church. This world will grind you into the earth if you let it.” He shook his head. Why did he care so much for this girl he’d hardly met? Maybe she reminded him of Lenna. Maybe, in some distant way, she reminded him of himself. He’d had to claw his way through the waves just to stay afloat. He knew what it was to find himself adrift.
”Our paths will cross again. I can feel it.” He looked her head on with almost a challenge in his eye. ”You’ll show me how strong you’ve gotten, aye? I’ll want to see a fire in you fit for a warrior.” Faris laughed. ”Maybe then I’ll have you along. A mighty crew I’d have with you on board.”
There wasn’t anything more to give her than that. A meal, some gil, and advice. It was more than he’d had at any rate.
”I’ll be on my way then. And if you see Bartz, tell him he’s an air-headed lout for running out on me.”
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
It occurred to him in some distant, muted way that perhaps this was not his best idea. ’You’ve lost your power,’ it said. ’Do you really want to take on a dragon without it?’ But whatever reservations he had flickered and died in the face of the fire in his heart. It didn’t matter if he could handle the threat or not. It didn’t matter if the dragons struck him down where he stood because the image of that mangled child still burned hot in his chest, and he’d be damned before he forgot it.
He readied his sword.
Faris didn’t notice Caius falling into place behind him, but the dragons sure did. Caius zipped forward like some kind of insect all aglow in magic light, flitting between them with a sword in his hand while his drake charged forward with fire on his tongue. Between the two of them, the dragons nearly forgot about Faris altogether. His cheeks burned with passion.
Faris had already started forward when he noticed one of the dragons turn its eyes towards Caius' drake. It was about fifteen feet taller and about ten times fiercer, and as Faris saw it lunging towards the drake, he thrust himself instinctively forward. His sword caught sharpened fangs -- if only barely. Faris winced as they sliced into his arm, but he kept his sword steady, shouting curses both at his pain and the lizard itself. The dragon reared back, but the opening was already made clear. The man's drake quickly shook off her fear and shot out another round of fire. It struck the dragon’s snout and it bellowed in rage. Faris glanced towards the drake and nodded.
”Aye, now that’ll send them running.”
The dragon did, in fact, stagger back though not for long. While Caius kept the others busy, Faris stayed by the drake’s side, dodging back and forth to compliment her fiery breath. With Faris weakened and the drake too small to take the dragons head on, they protected each other with fire and sword working as one. Faris wasn’t about to let a good-hearted drake come to harm.
Then Caius fell out of the sky.
”Have you got your head on straight?” Faris angled his blade for a better grip. ”It’ll take more than that to bring you down!” Or so he thought. Faris didn’t get a good look at Caius when he was too busy blocking an incoming dragon’s claw. It shifted his blade to one side and pierced his other shoulder. Without his armor, it tore straight through, and Faris let out another string of curses as pain flooded him only slightly muted by adrenaline.
Why wouldn’t the crystal come? He tried to will it forward with sheer rage, but felt only a dim glow of what he needed. His geomancy had struck it straight through. That’s what he got for pushing such an unpracticed class.
Still, even as he felt the claw drag down the flesh of his arm, he didn’t call for help. He only cried for the dragon’s blood, and he refused to back down. He’d hold his ground -- crystal or not -- because a crystal didn’t make a man. If that was all keeping him on his feet then he didn’t deserve a single shard of it.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
There was a lot to say about Caius, but Faris couldn’t deny that he was good with a sword. He acted as soon as Faris gave the word, and he made short work of it. The dragon was easier to take while it flailed in a panic, and Caius knew well enough to take advantage of the opening while he had the chance. A good thing too. Faris didn’t think he could hold the cave a second longer.
Faris gave one final thrust against it before he dropped his arms, breathing hard. Reforming stone was no easy feat, but without the constant trembling, he managed well enough. Faris had acted more on instinct than thought, and he could feel the crystal drained within him. What right did he have to call on geomancy so suddenly? It had never coursed naturally through his blood, and he’d refused to dress that way if he could help it. And he could always help it when he’d had three others more with him who hadn’t known the meaning of indignity. Faris had managed through the strength of the crystal alone, and his crystal hadn’t liked it one bit.
Caius started forward without waiting for him. They had places to be, Faris cursed before running after him. He felt the crystal’s power slip from him as he went, melting in a trail of red light. By the time he caught up, he stood bare of magic or sword or spear. There was only him, panting and cursing something fierce. It was better to let his crystal rest while it could.
”That was a tough one,” he said once he could find the words again. ”I’ve not tried that power since the moment I found it, and I’m not keen to take it again. If you’d have been a second longer, that might have been the end of us.” Faris looked to him with something like respect. He wasn’t about to thank the man, but that was as close as he’d get. ”There’s like to be more ahead. That took the wind out of me so I’ll have you take point if you could-”
Caius stopped. Faris about stumbled into him, cursing again, before he managed to sidestep him and gave him a sharp look. But Caius wasn’t looking at him. No, his eyes were below, and there was something so hollow in them that Faris was wont to follow them. Yet follow he did, and the sight was every bit as grisly as he could have imagined.
Cloth. Bone. Rot. The pieces came before the whole. It clicked into place against his want or will. A corpse long forgotten. A child. ”Oh.” It was all he could say. The sight before him wasn’t fit for human eyes. Hearing it was one thing. Looking to find it was another. Now that it was here, it finally felt real.
Faris something flare within him. Whatever had done this would pay in blood.
”The devils won’t breathe a second longer!” He heard his voice rise. ”Those damned, yellow sons of-!” He felt a growl beneath his teeth and then he was charging forward. It didn't matter that he'd lost his power. It didn't matter that Caius might not have followed because there was a fire in his heart and his head was clouded with the flames. A child. They'd killed a child. Something not even the lowliest of pirates would do, and something he'd draw blood for if they had.
It didn't matter that his own blood could spill when that sight still burned in his heart.
He heard the wing flaps. He heard the lumbering thing before him, and still, he charged ahead to face it. Fear couldn't find a place inside him, and he wouldn't have known it if it had. He rounded the last bend until he stood before it, the towering beast and the head of the hive. Its eyes burned with fiendish fire. Its scaled glinted black beneath the glare of the sun. It loomed at five times Faris' height, but Faris squared himself against it with a challenge in his eye.
"I'll take you on, crystal or not!" He drew the dagger from his belt and thrust it out before him. "You swellheaded lizard!"
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Despite the crystals, Joanna’s world was a sight different from Faris’. He listened with his arms crossed, noting off everything she said mostly for the knight’s sake rather than his own. Faris had vowed that their paths would cross again, and he wanted something to offer the man once they did. There was nothing more valuable to an amnesiac than memories.
”A dragon king, eh?” It seemed unlikely even to him, but then again, there were details of his own world that would have had the girl scratching her head. He’d learned to take it in stride. ”If it worked for you then that’s quite the boon. A shame about your power though.”
Faris’ foot tapped under the table. ”I’ve met the other Warrior, but it’s been a time since then. At least two seasons if memory serves. I’ve not a clue what he’s been up to or where he’s been. He was in a slump last I saw. I wanted to stay with him but…”
But the warrior hadn’t wanted it back. Faris wondered if the knight had managed to atone for the mistakes that Faris only vaguely understood.
”It’s a hard thing, landing here, and even harder getting on your feet. There’s not one of us who hasn’t struggled to keep our heads afloat. There’s not much I can do, but I can get you started.” Faris rifled through his pocket, found his coin purse, and winced at the lack of weight inside. He couldn’t afford it -- he knew that -- but he couldn’t let this poor girl stumble about without it either. Faris couldn’t handle a parter yet, but he could do this at least.
Faris pulled it out, careful not to let its meager contents clink together and give him away, as he took a handful and slid it across the table at her. ”That should do it for a week at least. Keep your eyes open for anywhere like this and stay clear. You’ll find work posted on the west side of town. The world could use a healer like you.”
Something in him sank as he shoved the now substantially lighter pouch in his pocket. Faris would manage even if it meant falling back on less than tasteful habits. This girl reminded him a little of Lenna. Faris doubted she’d ever resort to intimidation or theft.
”Most of us you can spot from a mile away. Outlanders, they call us. Nearly all of us’ll help you if you ask for it, but don’t trust everyone you meet. There are devils dragged here just the same as the rest of us. Not many, but I’ve heard tell of them.”
From Chaos. From the knight. There were still too many questions left to answer. Why were they here? Where was this? How? But it did no good to ask what he couldn’t solve and so Faris shoved the questions to the back of his mind and tried to drown them for good.
Faris leaned forward. ”If your knight’s here then there’s a good chance the others are too. It took ages to find a familiar face, but I did just as I'd lost hope for it. Keep your head high, and your paths will cross in time.”
Words he could use right about now. Faris smirked wryly. Sometimes, the best advice came from your own better mind.
”Joanna,” he repeated. ”The White Mage of Light. I’ll pass along the message if I find any of them. You do the same for me. The lout’s name is Bartz. He’ll crop up about anywhere there’s trouble.” He looked her straight in the eye. ”Deal?”
