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Post by Kimahri Ronso on Apr 14, 2023 8:15:04 GMT -6
From behind a fallen structure leapt some manner of creature, quadrupedal, that Kimahri could not recognize beyond its general canid shape. His sensory spell activates, forming an array of sigils and patterns deep within his mind's eye as it divined information for the Ronso to use against it. It appeared to be machina, given the abundance of plates and cogs in addition to its echoed and tinny growling.
Vestigial reminders of his ally Rikku crossed his mind as Kimahri recalled her lessons on machina as a whole, how the Al Bhed had designed them to crumble and fall apart with the activation of certain failsafe mechanisms. His Scan spell revealed no such weakness here, which could only insinuate that this was no ordinary machina. Whoever built such a sophisticated device could certainly give Rikku a run for her gil, he mused.
Kimahri remained firmly planted where he stood, brushing the Spirit Lance's wrappings with an open palm as he dragged the spear back into a ready position, legs splayed and ready to thrust the weapon forward at a moment's notice.
Then, it started barking. Damn it! That would alert others like it! Wasting no time, Kimahri rushed forward with rapid footsteps and lunged with the Spirit Lance, only to hit air as the dog-like machina bounded out of the way, only to recollect itself and counterattack with a running tackle of its own. Kimahri shifts his body, letting it sail past, but the synthetic creation is just as swift to recover its footing and bark some more.
Kimahri scowled, flourishing his weapon as he prepared to try again. It seemed agile enough, perhaps he needed to be, as well? With a snap of his fingers, the Ronso had used his magic to alter the flow of time around himself so that he could match the speed of his enemy, courtesy of the Haste spell. With reflexes enhanced, Kimahri spun the Spirit Lance around in a flurry of golds and blues until he darted forward a second time, bringing the weapon down, up, and around himself in an accelerated barrage.
Surprisingly enough, the ironwork creature proved just as quick, as none of Kimahri's attacks could successfully connect with it; blow after blow failed to leave a mark against the robotic beast as it deftly hopped and leapt away every time. Moreover, it still kept barking... At this rate, Kimahri would be set upon by more machina, and given how big and expansive this valley was, there were bound to be more just waiting to crawl out of whatever hole they were hiding in.
He could just fry it with thunder magic. But first he'd have to slow it down.
Post by Kimahri Ronso on Apr 13, 2023 15:41:51 GMT -6
A cool breeze carves through the grassy knolls and canyons of this machina-laden valley, sending waves of pollen through the air. Kimahri Ronso lifts a hand up to shield his face from the impending flowery storm, his nose being far more sensitive to the allergens than that of a human's. He couldn't remember a moment that felt more peaceful, save for the days he spent on Besaid Island with Yuna and company. That was, until Tidus arrived.
Kimahri studied his surroundings thoroughly as he walked a worn path between the ruins and hills, noting how the architecture seemed unlike anything he had experienced during his travels across Spira. Not even the crumbled necropolis of Zanarkand demonstrated such an unusual abundance of foreign angles and strange geometries. In the place of pyreflies were leylines that pulsed with ancient power. He gripped the Spirit Lance as it thrummed with the power of lightning, invigorating the Ronso's every footstep with clarity of purpose.
Truth be told, Kimahri found it difficult to walk the roads with a relaxed mindset. Training to become guardian for a summoner required him to be vigilant at all times, a habit already reinforced by years of ostracism and discrimination at the hands of his tribe-kin. Everything, and everyone, had to be kept at arm's length. For Yuna's sake, and for his own...although it could very well be argued that Yuna did not require Kimahri to act the role of protector anymore, else he would not be here in this realm.
Perhaps she had also found her way to this world? Kimahri scoffed quietly at the notion. Wishful thinking, at best.
His ears twitch, detecting noise nearby. Instinct takes over the Ronso's body, and the Spirit Lance is sent spinning round and round until it landed into Kimahri's open hand, buzzing as it cut through the air. Eyes dart left and right, ready to analyze the first thing foolish enough to cross his line of sight with the Scan spell. Worst case scenario, he'd have to contend with a creature beyond his ability to handle.
On the other hand, it might make for good practice.
Post by Kimahri Ronso on Mar 25, 2023 13:21:13 GMT -6
The woman who called herself Sarah of Cornelia, wherever that was in this accursed world, tried to approach Kimahri again, presuming he had family and friends he wanted to see again. Her comment would have normally provoked a wrathful response from the Ronso, but Kimahri was too fatigued, too wounded, to correct her. The only other person he wished to see was nowhere to be found, and his family rested as bones and dust atop the slopes of Mount Gagazet. What did he have to return to?
Yet, she persisted in helping him, even if there was nothing to gain from doing so. The woman tries to enlist the help of her younger, significantly more obnoxious counterpart and notes that her camp is nearby, suggesting they remove him away from the Headstone Forest and off to Provo, which Kimahri had to assume was some kind of settlement nearby.
Averse to help as he was, Kimahri couldn't leave this wretched forest on his own if he wanted to. Whatever was impairing his ability to heal would likely try to interfere with other efforts, and yet, the Ronso could see no other options for himself, apart from death. And something compelled him to live, else he would not be here to experience this moment.
Very slowly, Kimahri rolled himself into a seated position, his back and shoulders hunched over from the pain that seared through every muscle, and merely sat there in silence. Neither of them had to count on defending themselves, for the time being.
Post by Kimahri Ronso on Mar 24, 2023 9:19:40 GMT -6
The overly talkative one complained aloud as her strange green jewel did not work as expected, before trying to polish the gem as if that would increase its efficacy. She made a second attempt to heal Kimahri's wounds, but her rejuvenating magic did nothing to hasten the process. Then she had the audacity to blame the Ronso for breaking her precious 'materia', a comment that caused Kimahri to snarl in a mixture of both anger and pain.
The other woman, far more reserved and soft-spoken, had tried to assert herself as somebody that could help him, even going so far as to produce conventional medical supplies in order to establish a sense of trust. Kimahri could not allow her to get close; the exact nature of his injuries had not revealed itself to these two yet, and he could not run the risk of exposing them to whatever lurked inside his body.
As gently as he could muster with what little strength remained in his body, Kimahri lifted a hand up and tried to push the modest one aside, grunting as pain shot through his arm all the while. He stepped forward several paces, eyes fixed forward on nowhere in particular, save for the forest that surrounded them.
Yuna. Only she rested on his mind. He had to make sure she was okay. Make sure that creature was dead. Nothing else matters. He had hoped their conversations with one another would keep them distracted long enough for him to slip away.
But more pain coursed through his legs, causing both ankles to buckle until Kimahri lurched forward and fell back to the forest floor, barely having made it several feet away from the cave's mouth. The Ronso pounds a closed fist against the soft wet grass in frustration. Why did his body refuse to comply so deeply? Were his injuries really this serious?
He could imagine it now; Yuna, frowning at him, scolding him for pushing too hard against his injuries, for spurning the help of others when he actually needed it. The thought of disappointing her was more than enough to get Kimahri to settle himself down, but only because the feelings that came with it were too much for him to bear with. He simply lay there now, consumed with regret for his own stubbornness.
The two humans could try again, and with far less resistance now. But Princess Sarah of Cornelia, and the so-called 'great ninja' Yuffie, were unlikely to make any kind of headway with him, even using conventional medicines. Conversation wouldn't help either, and they were soon liable to find this detail out, in due time.
[attr="class","ion-heart"] Only those who try, will become.
Kimahri Ronso originates from the world of Spira, and once served as the High Summoner Yuna's most trusted and loyal guardian. A stoic and silent man whose past is marred with tragedy. Once ostracized and disowned by his people, Kimahri would take his place among the Ronso in a contest of strength against his rivals Biran and Yenke, only to have it stripped away in an act of genocide at the hands of the unsent Maester of Yevon, Seymour Guado, leaving him the only living survivor of his tribe. Displaced to the mysterious world of Zephon since then, a dark horror wearing Yuna's face has set its sights on weakening and tormenting Kimahri, threatening to destroy everything he holds dear for the sake of claiming him as its prize.
FRIENDSHIPS DAYS GO BY, BUT I DON'T SEEM TO NOTICE THEM
It is difficult to befriend Kimahri for many reasons, his propensity towards constant silence notwithstanding. Preferring solitude to the company of others, he makes for poor conversation most of the time, but under the right conditions, Kimahri proves generally tolerant of most people. He does make for an excellent listener, and when he does actually speak, it is because he has something relevant to offer. He is slow to trust anyone, but those who have earned the distinction of being called a friend to Kimahri will find no better companion, for his loyalty is unyielding and steadfast, and he will risk his own life to ensure his allies remain unharmed.
HATESHIPS JUST A ROUNDABOUT OF TURNS
Unless a person has racial biases, to aggrieve yourself with Kimahri is to personally go out of your way to make him an enemy. For better or worse, he tries to not to feed any trolls, as they are unworthy of attention. However, it is not entirely difficult to provoke the wrath of a Ronso, especially one as prone to criticism as Kimahri; commenting on his size, or his broken horn, will aggravate him to the point of unresponsiveness. Attacking his limited circle of friends, however, especially Yuna, is a transgression Kimahri is liable to hold grudges over, and he will personally chase down and punish anyone responsible for bringing harm to the people he cares about.
LOVESHIPS ALL THESE NIGHTS I LIE AWAKE AND ON MY OWN
The prejudices of the Ronso people have compelled Kimahri to suppress his true thoughts about love and romance, and the training he underwent to become a guardian for Yuna has all but completely walled off this portion of his heart to other people. He expresses nothing less than full support for the relationships of other people, but Kimahri secretly yearns for one of his own, yet he cannot bring himself to pursue this dream out of fear that his feelings will go unrequited, as it has happened in the past with Biran; while he never learned this for himself, Biran perceived Kimahri's sensitivity towards him as a weakness, and used it as pretense to break off his horn. Kimahri is, for all intents and purposes, afraid that he will be harmed for feeling the way he does.
SPELLS & ABILITIES MY PALE FIRE HARDLY BURNS
Kimahri's Sphere Grid is a mixture between LULU and TIDUS, respectively. Having no defined path of his own to follow, he took after Lulu and apprenticed under her in the ways of black magic during the ten years he spent training to become Yuna's guardian, becoming adept enough in its practice to learn all there is to know about its applications and the many ways he can exploit monster weaknesses. Following his travels with Tidus, however, Kimahri has since come to be more flexible in his approach to combat and has taken steps to improvise whenever he can to keep his skills sharp, thereby giving him the needed fluidity of body and mind to perform agile attacks and take control over the flow of a fight.[break][break]
All abilities in Final Fantasy X fall under one of four different categories, listed below. Abilities that are inherent to Kimahri, or learned from either Lulu or Tidus, will be color-coded appropriately.[break][break]
BLACK MAGIC
Fire: Inflict small fire-elemental damage.
Fira: Inflict moderate fire-elemental damage.
Firaga: Inflict large fire-elemental damage.
Blizzard: Inflict small ice-elemental damage.
Blizzara: Inflict moderate ice-elemental damage.
Blizzaga: Inflict large ice-elemental damage.
Thunder: Inflict small lightning-elemental damage.
Post by Kimahri Ronso on Mar 15, 2023 12:29:35 GMT -6
The girl seemed to recognize that Kimahri was no mere creature of the wilds, which gave her all the more incentive to start jabbering away as if he had any interest in hearing about her so-called "expertise" in the affairs of beastkin. She then offered to use something she called "materia" to heal his injuries, until a second voice, also female, made its presence known to the unlikely pair.
Another woman, who was dressed far more plainly than the younger child, saw the commotion and attempted to yield medical attention to the Ronso warrior. Discounting the blood and grime that caked his entire body, he wore a leather harness and girdle denoting his tribal origins, themselves a memento of his people, now a reminder of a legacy that held no meaning in this world. For all intents and purposes, the two women had effectively stumbled upon some uncivilized savage incompatible with human culture, were it not for his continued struggle to resist their efforts and escape the cave before more of them showed up.
Between the pair of young women, the more dignified of the two tried to insist that Kimahri not strain himself and let her examine his wounds, only for the more outspoken child to rebuke her by insisting on her earlier plan: use this so-called "materia" to cast a powerful healing spell and bring aid to the injured Ronso. He would have found their concern for a total stranger to be touching, if the migraine headache and the blood loss hadn't complicated his ability to be thankful in the moment.
A green wave of rejuvenating magic practically blossoms over Kimahri's body, drenching it in healing light. But nothing occurs, even as the spell's effects begin to wane. The Ronso sputters, once again trying to rise up to his feet, a task that would have been easier, had he still carried his spear. Did he leave it behind? Had it been destroyed during the struggle?
He stumbles until his upper frame hits the cave wall, leaning against it for support. Infected wounds were the last thing on his mind. As far as Kimahri knew, his entire being was tainted. These two have no idea what kind of creature did this to him. And he could not speak of it, lest he put their lives in danger, as well. Even at the risk of severing all contact from society at large, Kimahri Ronso still thought of others before himself.
Post by Kimahri Ronso on Mar 15, 2023 10:48:25 GMT -6
Between the sound of his own body scraping against the earth and his haggard breathing, Kimahri could just barely make out a third noise coming from deeper inside the cave he was attempting to leave, well beyond the remains of the fire that had long since burned out. Sharpened steel had been drawn.
Too weak to roll over completely, Kimahri's hand flickered with static energy—the beginning vestiges of a Thunder spell—until a more literal bolt of agony causes him to spasm and howl aloud, consequently dispersing the crackling magical energy as fast as it had gathered. Had that demon siphoned his ability to cast spells, too?
Instead, he used that hand to crawl further away from the new threat, certain it was ready to kill him, until it spoke. What sounded like a small female child asked Kimahri to fight back, namely so that she could kill him without feeling bad about it. He would have rolled his eyes, if they had not ached so badly.
She levies another question at him, using a word Kimahri does not understand as a description of his appearance. He ignores her blithering, certain it was a ruse of some kind; the Ronso tries to lift himself to his knees, yet his legs wobble with each attempt to walk. Blood trails from every wound on his mud-caked body, his fangs practically smeared with it.
What's happening to me? Kimahri grit his fangs at the thought of his dignity, his pride as a guardian, being soiled so thoroughly as it had been. How have I failed so much? Without Yuna, his guiding light, he was lost to the darkness of uncertainty and doubt. Now he was here, about to be slain like some common monster.
Still, Kimahri persevered onward. Purpose drives him. Fight, he did not want to, but prepared for his own end, he was. If he was to die here and now, then he would be ready to take his enemy with him.
Yet his condition betrayed Kimahri's feelings about the matter. He was in no state to do any fighting, and if this girl knew better, she'd drop the charade and try to act sensibly.
Post by Kimahri Ronso on Feb 25, 2023 14:56:37 GMT -6
Salvation from the elements is granted, to both the dying Ronso and the human that dragged him through the muck and grass. Slowly, carefully, the unconscious body of Kimahri is pulled, inch by inch, until it was set down without pomp or ceremony when no more rainfall assailed them. But serendipity is not as kind to the flaxen-haired man, as the lack of warmth and light forced him to return into the howling downpour. Moments later, he would come back, arms full of sticks and tinder to use for the building of a fire. Lacking flint, it is magic that sets the kindling alight, thus bridging the divide between life and death a little more.
The stranger adjusts the Ronso's body until it lay closer to the firelight. No fur would catch, although an audible hissing noise began to produce itself from the injuries closest to the flames. If he were to listen with intent, the noise, while faint, almost resembled screaming. Muscles twitch in response to the rising heat, and from the openings in Kimahri's arm come sprouting thorny vines that crept and crawled their way along the surface of his body, as if to put distance between their host and the flames. There was no response from the person they were attached to.
Furtive and vulnerable in the tenuous firelight, Kimahri's vital spirit hung by mere threads. Closer inspection of his figure would show the full extent of the damage he had suffered mere moments ago: mud-caked burn marks, caused by an induced explosion centered squarely around their only source; lacerations and puncture marks still congealed with blood; the vines that sprouted from these injuries; and a mysterious pinkish ichor that also seeped from these wounds. For all intents and purposes, this was no mere ailment of the body. And if healing magic could not stave death off, what would?
From outside the Headstone Forest, concealed by the pouring rain, the unknown presence lurks ever closer, as if it had developed an interest in the two people that took shelter in the cave...
Post by Kimahri Ronso on Feb 21, 2023 17:17:19 GMT -6
A sudden jolt sends life rushing into his lungs. Kimahri screams, his roar echoing all around the cavern walls. Only the cacophonous chirping of crickets and the shuffling of dirt beneath his leonine body were what greeted him back.
Pain. His entire body felt nothing but sharp, stinging, throbbing, burning pain.
As if somebody had lit him on fire.
The world spun all around him as he tried to regain a sense of direction, forcing Kimahri to roll onto his side as nausea began to set in, until he reflexively heaved forward once, twice, three times, and viciously emptied the contents of his stomach against the cave floor. His gasps are loud and haggard; every breath he took felt like he were stealing it. Like he was living on borrowed time.
Time? How much time had passed since—
Yuna! Confusion gives way to horror, then to panic. What happened to Yuna!? Is she okay!? Where is—
Kimahri hacked and wheezed as he struggled to make sense of it all, lurching forward as he tried to crawl along the cave floor. Something happened to him. Made him lose control. Become lesser than himself. How did it happen, was what he would have asked her. But between the overwhelming vertigo and the all-consuming pain, he could only recall fragments in between the vast, gaping darkness that rested where his memory should have.
But after the fact, however? Kimahri wasn't certain if he would be worthy to ask her. How could he? Flickers of her face, filled with terror and confusion and streaked with tears he never wished to see, made it impossible for him to consider the likelihood of such an event ever occurring.
Still, he had to make sure. He needed to know if she was still alive. Even if she would hate him for it. For everything he put her through, he had to make sure. More importantly, he needed to see if that monster was truly dead. And if not, on his honor as Yuna's guardian, he would make sure to finish the job personally.
But the pain that wracked him sapped away at what little strength he had, threatening to immobilize Kimahri altogether. He scowled with every inch he moved forward, grunted as the scorched wounds and muddy cuts sent more spikes of pain stabbing into him. It was nothing compared to how badly his heart hurt for Yuna.
He was prepared to do it, then. He would die for Yuna twice, if it meant she lived.
Post by Kimahri Ronso on Jan 22, 2023 16:43:40 GMT -6
Rain beats down upon the land with merciless affect, turning dirt into sludge and mud. Lightning crackles between the dark grey clouds, with each bolt sending out a resounding peal of thunder as if Ramuh himself took anger upon the world. Every living creature scrambled to escape the sweeping deluge; only the most fragile among them are lost to the downpour. A cruel reminder of nature's impartiality. Live or die; this was the law of the land.
Two figures, in particular, struggle to resist this immutable fact of life. One was a blue lionoid, unconscious and practically carved from head to toe in terrible lacerations and puncture wounds, all of them caked with still-moistened blood. The other was a blond man, much smaller than the former, who had to drag the former through the softened earth in order to perform some manner of medical intervention. The torrential conditions made it impossible to tend these wounds. Earlier yet, a third person had tried to help the blond man, convinced their healing abilities could be of use. Perhaps they were not far behind?
But these were no ordinary scars. Something vile, malignant, coursed through the beast-man's veins, corrosive and infectious unlike any virus or disease imaginable. A fiend most horrible and cunning had now clung to the Ronso warrior's haggard body, unwilling nor unable to be excised, magically or otherwise. It was far more accurate to say that this poor soul had been possessed.
Now, his life hangs in the balance, resting between the fingertips of total strangers.
How did it come to this, would have been Kimahri Ronso's first question to himself. Provided something was done about the evil that threatened to claim his life, he may not be able to ask it...
As everyone fights against mounting odds, a presence, hidden by the rain and the cold, leers at them with gleaming curiosity from within the outermost thresholds of the Headstone Forest, eager to see where they attempt to make shelter...
