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year 5, quarter 3
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I WON'T BE SLEEPING TONIGHT I KNOW THAT IT'S GONNA BE WAR
The quick action of the trainees and Tomoe the intern was rather impressive. Many people wouldn't have known what to do but the fact they seemed prepared for such an eventuality was both a good thing and a bad. It was...telling, for lack of a better word. It sang tales of how many misadventures warranted the need for such preparation. It should have been concerning and yet it wasn't only because of Sam's own experience in the military. For awhile, she watched them work on Caius, slowly helping his breathing steady before eventually regaining consciousness. Once the man of the hour was awake, he actually seemed to remember what happened. Surprising since most people who pass out tend to remember feeling faint before nothing. Regardless, the fact he remembered meant it made things easier.
At least that's what she had thought. She waved off Caius's comment about owing her one mostly because she had broken down the door. It was a fair trade, right? His next set of words were what had Sam's undivided attention. He claimed not to know Bodhum and that this was a different world altogether. A world he called Zephon. Pulse was a different world too and no one from Cocoon knew what the people from Pulse called their home. The more he described the heavy use of magic and crystals, the more it sounded foreign and strange. The only real difference Sam had even noticed between this world Caius called Zephon and her Pulse was the civilization level. This place seemed more civilized. For now anyway.
"So let me see if I understand this. You're saying I'm in an entirely different world and that you and quite a few of the people here are from other worlds as well. I take it the refugees you were talking about happen to be more people from other worlds?" Her arms remained crossed as she double checked the information. There was so much to be suspicious of yet nothing made any sense. "You make it sound like magic is something anyone can learn." The explanation helped clear some things up all while making others feel cloudier than before. "Anyone ever make it back to their home?"
I WON'T BE SLEEPING TONIGHT I KNOW THAT IT'S GONNA BE WAR
When they returned, the mage quickly started work on the husband, leaving Caius to do whatever he so pleased. The ever so slight stagger as he stood up was enough to tell anyone who paid any sort of attention that he was in no condition to stand. If using magic was truly so draining on him, then perhaps he should have given himself a chance to rest before attempting to stand. But hardheaded guys will do dumb things. It was practically a universal law. Once again, Sam found herself at the receiving end of his thanks, though this time, the words felt far more genuine. His assumption was definitely correct, but the part of her that had military nonsense drilled into her was screaming not to answer the question because it had to be a trap.
But it was also the easiest way to at least get her bearings straight. All while walking into a trap of her own making. "I'm from Bodhum. Though I doubt that means anything to you." Just as he was in the process of offering some sort of help, his words faltered along with his breathing and he lurched forward as consciousness escaped him. Luckily enough for him, at the moment, her attention wasn't on what he had grabbed to try not to fall. Her attention was on his breathing and how shallow it seemed. With a quick glance around, Sam assessed what was around her. The wind had changed direction, starting to blow ash from the fire towards them. If she had to guess, the smoke and ash were the likely culprits. Unless of course his using magic had something to do with it. There were a few unpleasant words that came to mind over how easily Caius seemed to collapse but now wasn't the time.
Sort of.
"Idiot..." The comment was muttered under her breath as she tried to recall training in the event someone was unconscious. There were a few things that seemed simple enough to manage, like getting him out of a potential danger zone. The safest way to carry his unconscious self was on her back since it would keep his neck supported and the airways open. It was that or carry him in an unsafe manner and risk him choking to death while being carried. Lucky for Mr. Hero, Sam didn't really have that much of a reason to not help. In fact, helping him as well would probably be better for her in the long run. Especially since he seemed to know where they were in this godforsaken place.
Carefully so as not to hurt him, Sam shifted Caius so she could carry him to town over her shoulders and against part of the upper back. While on the way to town, she occasionally checked his pulse to see if there was any change. So far, nothing of note. The only good thing about carrying Mr. Hero like this was that one of the guards who saw them was actually willing to help her locate his 'home' since apparently someone there should be able to help. Locating the Dragonblade's place was simple enough with the guard having directed her. The problem was now that Sam was there, the situation looked really bad for her but it was about to get worse.
Instead of checking to see if the door was even open, Sam kicked it in so she could bring Mr. Dead Weight inside. Of course the door getting kicked in would get everyone's attention, except for the receptionist who saw Caius and just shook her head. The receptionist looked like she was tired of property damage happening when Caius was involved. "Sorry for the door. Got any smelling salts for Blondie?" While asking about the smelling salts, Sam gently laid Caius on the floor. Where most would have suggested a cushion, it was safer to not be on a cushion since that too could cause an unconscious person to choke.
I WAS NOWHERE, I HAD NO ONE I HAD NOTHING. LOST WITHOUT A VOICE AND ON MY OWN
It was hard not to detect sarcasm in the response she was given from...what was his name again? Right, Caius. The way he spoke sounded as if the name of this city was supposed to mean something to her. Surprise, surprise. It didn't. Sadly, this 'university of magic' sounded far more interesting than Mr. Hero was right now. Though her thoughts wandered, her attention remained on the elderly man Caius worked with, only drifting back to the city after a few moments of silence to yet again check for any sort of danger. Each time she checked in the city's direction, there was nothing. That alone, was far more unnerving for her than being face to face with death.
The knowledge of a mercenary unit in town wasn't surprising. It was expected. The only surprise was hearing that this guy was a member of the group. Perhaps he was the 'distraction' that some units would send in to draw attention so the rest could flank an enemy. Tactically it was sound, but as a distraction, he didn't seem that impressive either. After a bit, the process of keeping the injured man stable seemed to be taking it's toll on Caius. Enough that he even asked her to check on where the wife was but the thinly veiled 'or screw off' wasn't exactly lost on her.
At this point, Sam would usually have chosen the option to get out of there since the silent permission to do so was given. Meaning no one had the right to be pissy for her leaving. This time though, there was a job that needed to be seen through to the end. "Right. Whatever you say." Once again, Sam stuffed her hands in her pockets and started heading towards town. Part of her wanted to take her sweet time collecting the wife and returning, on the downside doing so would likely endanger the injured man further. It was a shame that choices like this were only presented when there was actual danger to someone.
By the time Sam reached the entrance to the city, the wife was just about to leave with a rather average looking person tailing behind. There was no way this was their so called 'medical mage' right? Weren't they supposed to look...more impressive or something? "Mr. Dragonblade is getting impatient waiting for you ma'am. I'm here to escort you and your...mage back." It wasn't like she was lying. He wanted the wife to return asap and this was the easiest way to get her there. At least there was a guarantee that the wife and the 'mage' would make it back unharmed.
BREATHE EASY, TAKE YOUR AIM, BOY AIN'T NOBODY GONNA SAVE YOU SO WHAT YOU GONNA DO?
A calm, unknown voice spoke up with words of thanks, drawing her attention away from the couple to the stranger that had just shown up. Had she paid attention, Sam would have seen him approach from wherever he'd come from but that wasn't the case. The second his hand touched her shoulder, the instant reaction was to pull away just a bit to put a tad more distance between them. The last time anyone had a hand on her shoulder was when she was being brought down so the cuffs could be put on her without issue. Bad memories that had no place surfacing here and yet they did. The entire time this blonde stranger worked on the man Sam had pulled from the fire, she remained quiet, just listening to him practically bark orders at this poor woman.
From how this stranger carried himself to how he so easily ordered about a random woman who nearly lost her husband, there had to be some sort of military training. Or maybe he was a guard for the city she'd seen? With a quick glance at his attire, that thought was dismissed immediately. He was too casual to be some sort of guard. The only other option was law enforcement of some sort. But did they even have that on Pulse? Who knew. What she wanted to know however was the answer to a question that wasn't stopped by the malfunctioning brain to mouth filter. "A proper medical mage? Do those even exist?" As far as they'd been taught on Cocoon, everyone on Pulse could use magic. With that logic, why couldn't the lady heal him herself?
There was only one real explanation. It was a cover as a means to get soldiers or guards or whatever they were called here. With war being the last thing Sam remembered, the implication was enough to put her back on edge. At the same time, part of her wanted to make sure the injured guy actually got proper medical treatment. Sam watched like a hawk as the woman headed towards the city. Paranoia was slowly creeping in, digging it's claws deep in Sam's perception of this stranger and the woman that was now out of sight. There was only one other question that mattered right now.
"So, who are you?"
The suspicion in her tone of voice was clear as day. There was no attempt to hide the fact she suspected foul play was likely to happen or even that there was about to be a set up. It was fair in war to pull strategies like that even if it was a terrible move to make. Every so often, her gaze flickered back to the direction of the city, checking to make sure there wasn't some swarm of soldiers heading in their direction. The last thing she needed right now was that very thought to become a reality.
This city is poisoned to the bone I hear all my voices tell me No one is telling the truth, no one cares about you
Walking away seemed too easy. Either the authorities were corrupt or busy, that was the only real conclusion. It was the same assumption that could be made anywhere, really. With the wallet now behind her, there wasn't really a way to tie her to the crime unless someone was actually going to play witness here. From the murmurs that had circled from the moment she arrived, this city seemed to run on a 'mind your own business' state of being. That alone was easy enough for her to play to her advantage.
It didn't take long before that feeling of being followed started to rear it's ugly head. Had she not been trained, Sam would have simply looked around like some paranoid thief. The difference was, in the event of a potential assailant, Sam's military training kicked in. Each step she took was met with her gaze sweeping the surrounding areas in a way to make it appear nonchalant and as if she wasn't really watching her surroundings. When the stalker finally dropped in front of her and glared, he was met with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.
Based on appearances, this was some kid around her own age but at the same time, the posture was different. The way he carried himself was different than the average snot nosed brat that felt like stepping in. Then he ruined it by speaking. It took every ounce of self restraint to not roll her eyes at him. Instead, she fired back with her own comment. "What are you, the police?" Obviously, he was not the police and she knew it. While the exchange happened, she took a quick inventory of her surroundings for anything usable. "Walk away." The smirk faded slightly as she gave him the two word warning.
Sonora was a city of technology, even in it's worst sections. Electricity was circulated even here. With the slightest bit of engineering knowledge it wasn't too hard to figure out where the currents ran and connected. If the assumption based on whispers was correct, then electricity was also how the citizens got heat. But if the current was overloaded, it would leave them without heat even if it would serve as a decent distraction. The next best option was using magic. The option was detestable and made Sam feel like she'd be sinking to the level of those snakes from Pulse.
"Or don't. It'll be your funeral."
As soon as those last words left her lips, she removed her hands from her pockets and shifted her stance as if preparing to fight. Her gaze was locked on Noel, watching how he moved so she could prepare a decent counter if needed. Instead of letting him get the first move, Sam tossed a blizzaga spell at the ground between the two of them, creating a massive wall of ice to separate them. The smirk returned and she chose to attempt escape, using the maze of alleyways as a means of getting around. Even though a good fight would be fun, for once she needed to use her head. All this trouble over a stupid jacket.
"Almost like running from Sanctum. Wonder who's more competent."
NOTES: Domino by Divide Music, sorry for the wait, ravager paradigm rn; TAG: @noel made by capt. meows
IS THIS POST TRAUMATIC STRESSIN' OR AM I SUPPRESSING RAGE?
Sonora.
It was a city that very clearly was split in two distinct halves. On one side, the wealthy reigned supreme and were treated to the luxury of a comfortable life. On the other, was a cramped, filthy, undercity filled with crime and the whispers of black markets. In it's own way, Sonora reminded Sam of the place she called home. Well, the decent side reminded her of home. The less than pleasant side was similar to what happened while they'd been at war with Pulse. The only real difference was that this godforsaken place was cold. To be honest, every time something about this place reminded Sam about home, there was a fraction of her that almost felt like lighting it aflame and watching it burn along with those memories.
She hated it simply because it was a reminder that no matter what, she was stranded here with no way home. Torensten had been a bust in terms of anything vaguely helpful aside from the piece of information that had led her here. Compared to Torensten, Sonora was far superior with it's technology. Technology was something Sam understood. It didn't lie or manipulate the way people did. Technology was a constant. It either worked or it didn't. It was simple, even at it's most complex. As every thought crossed her mind, Sam clenched her fists tightly as if prepared to strike something nearby.
After walking around for who knew how long, everything just seemed to irritate her. The next person to take the wrong tone or shoot her some dirty look was promptly met with a fist to the face and their jacket getting stolen. It didn't matter if someone had seen her. At least it was better than using magic to deal with the cold and at least the person who had lost their jacket didn't wind up in the gutter. Sticking her hands in the pockets of her newly acquired jacket so her hands wouldn't freeze and to hide the brand on the inside of her wrist, Sam headed for the closest inn she could find even if it was some rundown, shoddy piece of work. It was better than rotting in jail back home. On her way to the inn, Sam realized the jacket she had still contained a wallet in the interior pocket. Without bothering to check everything, she pulled the GP from the wallet and pocketed it before tossing the now empty wallet on the ground.
NOTES: lyric is Popular Monster by Falling In Reverse. Lemme know if you need more. Figured Mr Vigilante could handle a thief lol TAG: @noel made by capt. meows
LOOK OUT, THEY'RE CLOSING IN ON YOU NOW WAKE UP, OR YOU'LL WAKE UP SIX FEET DOWN
The soft sand of the beach complimented the crystal blue waters that gently lapped at the sand. The sky held not a cloud in sight. In comparison, this felt like Bodhum. Even the salt on the gentle breeze felt the same. But this isn't Bodhum. The people were different. The culture was different. It felt wrong. Yet at the same time, it was satisfying. Perhaps it was because the breath of fresh air reminded the soldier that had this been home, there would be no gentle breeze, only the bars of a jail cell or the adrenaline rush of fighting a war. Given the choices, freedom was nice but it left a lingering bad feeling that there was a job left undone.
Even if the hope the military provided was a false one.
The longer she spent on the beach, the more foreign the sensation of peace was. With fragments of war surfacing ever instance her eyes closed, peace was a fallacy...a sham. Every time a monster howled and snarled only served as a reminder that there was no such thing as a true peace. While Sam had been lost in her thoughts, her footsteps drew her off the beaten path of the beach to a slightly more wild area. A flicker of a smirk touched her lips as the idea of venturing into somewhere remotely dangerous struck her. Maybe if she was lucky there'd be a monster or two she could hit.
Unfortunately at first glance, there wasn't really anything that interesting here either. A soft sigh left her lips as Sam ran a hand through her vivid pink locks. This place and her didn't mix. They were like oil and water. 'Relaxing' wasn't going to happen any time soon. Figuring that she'd gotten all that could be had at the beach, Sam decided it was time to leave and stuck her hands back in her jacket while she walked. "At least Bodhum was more interesting..."
NOTES; lemme know if you need more. muse was annoyed at the fact this was peaceful lol TAG Young Claire made by capt. meows
The screams as people died filled the air with each person who fell. Blood splattered the ground and stained anything that came into contact. Sharp plates of metal were torn from the sky and thrown to the world below, crushing any who were caught unawares. The death...the fire...the gunshots... Was it real? Or was it all some horrible dream that plagued every moment of silence?
Brilliant blue eyes opened to a sky void of screeching monsters ripping homes apart and raining hell on the world. The air was warm and carried the scent of salt as if the ocean were nearby. With a glance around, the landscape was far different than anything that could be recalled. There was no inkling of a war ever having happened here. It was...peaceful, for lack of a better word. Only a single word crossed her mind at how different this place was from home. Pulse. There was no other option. She had to have fallen to the hellscape below and somehow survived. Was that even possible though? It had to be or she wouldn't be alive.
Sighing softly, Sam brushed the dirt off her fatigues. Her jacket had been burned and torn in several places with specks of blood barely making their presence known. What she didn't know was if it was her own or someone else's. Looking around the area she had woken up, Sam found fragments of her utterly shattered gauntlets. There was no way they were going to be repaired in their current state and they'd likely need to be rebuilt entirely. A quick glance at the inside of her wrist told her all she needed to know. The screams of death? Those were real. This quiet peaceful land? Had to be Pulse and they had to have won the war. Great.
In the land of the enemy with no weapons but her own two fists and whatever else the damn brand gave her was not how Sam wanted to start exploring. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her fatigues and started following a well trodden dirt path, hoping it led to some sort of settlement. If this was really the land of her home's enemy then her brand needed to stay hidden or she'd have quite the problem on her hands. After walking for a couple hours, the sight of a city came into view further confusing her. From her knowledge, Pulse didn't have cities like this.
Just what was happening here?
The faint scent of smoke carried on a soft breeze, interrupting her thoughts and drawing her gaze in the direction the wind blew. The smoke that rose into the sky was an oily black that was far from that of a signal fire or anything harmless. That color alone would easily draw the attention of anyone who knew a thing or two about fire. Someone had to be taking care of it right? But what if they were too late? Instead of heading towards the city to possibly get some help, Sam changed direction and ran in the direction the billowing smoke was reaching to the sky from. By the time she arrived, it appeared that someone's home had been engulfed in flames.
Outside of the home was a woman in a panic and a child crying, clinging to their mother as the tears flowed. Almost as if on instinct, she approached the pair and asked the only question on her mind. "Did everyone make it out alright?" The woman was startled by the sudden words of this stranger but was polite enough to answer, saying her husband was still inside and had stayed back to make sure they made it out. Without a second thought, Sam bolted into the home and started searching for the missing husband.
The crackle of flames as they devoured the wooden panels drowned out everything. The air burned with every breath and every second that went by only grew more dangerous. With every piece of wood that was reduced to cinders, the fire was simply fueled further and grew more intense. Just as Sam had been about to turn her attention upstairs, a burning beam fell, cutting off the path upstairs and making part of the ceiling fall to the floor below. Caught in the rubble was an unconscious man, barely breathing and covered in burns. From the singe marks, it appeared his lower half had been caught beneath debris, trapping him. If he stayed any longer, the wife would have to mourn the loss and the child would no longer have someone to call dad. That...wasn't going to happen. Not now anyway.
As the house started crumbling around her, Sam had no choice but to pick up the man and carry him outside. The task was easier said than done. More remnants of the floor above came crashing down on Sam as she made her way back to the entrance. After what seemed like an eternity in the fiery grip of hell, Sam's figure stepped out of the home and set the man down beside his wife safely. "You should have someone check him out to make sure he's alright. But I don't think your house is going to make it. It'll probably need to be rebuilt." Little did she know, this area was famed for it's ability to rebuild after even the most deadly of events.
