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Post by Zenos Galvus on Apr 22, 2024 14:21:51 GMT -6
Zenos viator Galvus
Zenos waited patiently for Alexander to understand his intentions and let it sink in. He quietly stared at his friend, following him with his eyes, waiting for a signal that could tell him he was, indeed, welcome to stay. And that sign arrived moments later, when his friend sat and started speaking.
The former prince’s heart quivered. Acceptance, once again. He had longed for aeons to feel something similar to this sense of belonging, but now that it was there, he had absolutely no idea what to make of it. He had no clue how to act, what to say or do. It was so unfamiliar it felt almost completely alien to him. He had felt something similar back in Ala Mhigo, after he subdued Shinryu, just before he had chosen to take his own life, and also during their final battle.. but this was even different. There was no fight, no role to play, nothing. And he felt lost.
He listened to the man’s word in complete silence, looking at the fingers drumming on the table and then back into the Wariror’s eyes. He was quite confused about the ‘man-whore’ and even more about the previous life thing, but he did not ask for more information. “Sephiroth?” he echoed instead, in hearing the man’s name. If he truly was such a skilled swordsman, Zenos would be more than happy to fight him. Combat was still one of the very few things that could make him feel alive. Combat, pain and… a quiet talk with his friend, apparently.
Then he heard that one sentence that requested his undivided attention. The ‘man-whore’ was going to try and assassinate him? No, he could never allow it. He had killed his own father for attempting to take his friend’s life -and for many other things, but that was beyond the point- so he would most definitely not let a stranger do so. His gaze narrowed, almost imperceptibly, but probably more than enough for the Warrior to notice. “Should I murder this.. 'man-whore', as you called him?” He asked the question innocently - as if it was completely normal to ask someone if they needed someone to utterly destroy their enemy.
Post by Zenos Galvus on Apr 21, 2024 16:02:48 GMT -6
His friend's reaction was not entirely unexpected. Of course he would be surprised to see him, and of course battle would be the first thing to come to mind. But Zenos could almost feel it. His friend did not want to battle, he had to battle. Only because it was him. Zenos could not help but stare with the slightest hint of a smile on his face, remembering their last battle, but he still forced himself to keep the scythe where it was. He would have loved to take it, to engage in combat and give it his all. For a moment, he was about to give in to his instinct. Then he tamed his hunger, he let it wash upon him as if it was only a wound of the flesh. It felt much worse.
The Warrior's weapons lowered soon enough. His magic dispelled, he spoke. He said he sounded like he had been there for a while. That Zenos had calmed down. That this world should be a paradise to him. Eventually, he asked what he had been doing. "It must have been a few months at best, ever since I was found almost lifeless in the woods." he replied. He could not keep track of the passing time anymore. "And a paradise.. I would not call this place so, no. Every day is as painfully boring as the next, with the sole exception of the days in which I meet the few people who accept to fight me. Fleeting moments, never as fiery and bright as ours." He continued.
He looked sideways to a woman who was looking at them, and that was more than enough for her to stiffen and start walking away. Then, Zenos looked at Alexander again. "I have followed the advice, you see. I would not force myself upon someone who is not willing to accept me. Not anymore." he confessed. Lost in thought, he stared into nothingness for a long moment. In a way, he missed the anticipation, the wait, the hunt. The most he could ask for now was a battle - entertaining in some cases, but not quite as thrilling. And the fiends and animals he had encountered so far had never been enough of a challenge. "May I sit with you?" he asked, back to the present, pointing towards the table his friend was sitting at before. "I would hear your tales, if you could spare some time for me."
His presence was enough, for now. The former crown prince could feel his heart quiver because of that man's mere presence. It felt like home in a way that nothing else had before. As he had told the warrior before, after all, he could settle to be a confidant, now that they were not forced to be rivals. Of course he would have much preferred to fight, but.. maybe the man's tales could reach his inner child, that same child who read every possibile book in the royal library just to experience someone else's life for a while. Not being himself, not living his life.. it always made him feel something. An array of emotions he was unable to feel in any other way. Perhaps his friend could do the same.
Post by Zenos Galvus on Apr 20, 2024 10:25:40 GMT -6
His usual, dark attire was more welcome in that season than it had been in the past one. The temperature had been scorching, and probably even fall would be warmer than he was comfortable with, considering the freezing climate he was used to back in Garlemald. Even in winter, for what he had heard, he would not need to change much. It was a temperate zone, meaning that for it to be truly comfortable it would need to be winter at the very least. Sonora would have been a much better place for him, climate-wise, but he could not bother going in such a place. As far as he knew from what he had read and heard, it was no place for him to find something to do. Torensten, maybe. The adventurer's paradise surely had a certain appeal. But wouldn't it all be boring anyways? Would it be any different than any other place? Different from that very moment he was living in and from what he had lived in the past months? He did most definitely not think so.
Zenos was sure, by now, that he would eventually get bored enough to find a way to die. He did think about it a few times: his best option was probably to go all out and exhaust himself before he died, just to be sure he would not come back - although he was not quite sure that he could, in this world. Either way, he would go in the most crowded place of whatever city he was in, take out his scythe, call upon his avatar, enshroud and then start slaughtering whatever came into view. That would surely attract enough fighters and heroes to wear him down and kill him. Maybe he could even enjoy himself in the process.
He was lost in these thoughts, pondering, when suddenly a familiar figure came into view - one he thought he had forgotten, but that engraved itself into his mind and called upon his soul as soon as he laid eyes on the figure of the Warrior of Light. He had forgotten that feeling, that hunger, that craving. Instinctively, his hand went to his scythe, but then it stopped and fell back to his side. He had learned his lesson. He could not. He could not force his will upon anyone. And so he took a deep breath and approached, his golden hair flowing left and right behind his back at every step. "It truly is you.." he said, once close enough ".. my friend. I have longed to see you again."
He was completely honest, and probably his friend knew. There was no reason to lie, to put on an act. Zenos had longed for him. For a fight with him, more specifically. But at this point, he truly would be alright with just spending some time with him, learning of his adventures. His inner child had always loved that kind of tales. At the same time, though, he feared he would be bored by them. He worried that his friend could not want to welcome him in his life. He loathed the idea of being refused once more. Yet again, he had no reason to live except finding a way not to get bored to death. Now that he found him, though, now that he knew his friend was there...
But no, he must not force his presence upon him. He would find another way to pass the time.
Post by Zenos Galvus on Apr 11, 2024 12:14:29 GMT -6
Zenos viator Galvus
Garlean | 26 | 226x130 | M
This is the beast...
He could feel something.
It was that kind of feeling, right behind the neck, that would make anyone think someone is looking their way. That irrational feeling of being observed. Point was, for Zenos it was never irrational - or better, never wrong. His instinct had always been that of a wild beast - always sharp, always ready to point his attention towards whatever interesting event, person or creature surrounded him. He pushed the feeling to a corner of his mind. What did he care about being followed? He knew full well he could handle anything, from a pickpocket to an assassin, with one swing or two from his blade.
A voice - a familiar voice - attracted his attention. The woman had called him by his full name, former title included. A Garlean perhaps? No, her accent was not garlean. Doman, more likely. But where had he heard her before? He did not have the time to think about it, as he instinctively detatched the scythe from his back to hit whatever object was flying towards him, making the item plant itself onto the ground. One glance was enough to identify it: it was a kunai. Doma it was, then.
He looked upon the crowd for a moment, then attached his scythe to his back once again. "If it is a fight you want, come hither. I have no business with cowards who hide among the crowd - not even the desire for my blade to cut through their flesh... And I hold no interest in the promise of a meaningless massacre. I have come to realize I find them..." he paused for a moment, looking for the right words, before settling on: "... Boring." As soon as he finished his sentence, he turned his back to the crowd. He could have simply cut the whole crowd in half with a few slashes, but where would the amusement be? He had learned to be more patient than that.
Post by Zenos Galvus on Mar 25, 2024 12:03:17 GMT -6
Zenos viator Galvus
Garlean | 26 | 226x130 | M
This is the beast...
Provo was getting colder - but it still was quite a pleasant and mild climate when compared to the freezing temperatures of Garlemald. In this somehow sunny day, Zenos was roaming without a precise destination in mind, trying to escape the usual boredom. He had not received word about any jobs he could take as a mercenary, nor had he heard about monsters to slay at all. He would have even accepted to escort a merchant to the next city, to be fair, as he only wanted to do something. Anything at all. Had he been religious, he would have prayed for something to happen.
Some people were arguing, not far from him. He could hear their shouts, but could not bring himself to care. He looked in their direction for no reason in particular and went back to looking in front of him as soon as he saw the two men be separated from other people. He did not know, nor did he care, about the reason behind their argument, so he pressed on, resuming his silent stroll. He walked right past an inn and stopped. He had not bathed yesterday, had he? No, he had not. So he traced back his steps and entered the building, ignoring the few concerned looks sent in his direction. He took a room, bathed, and then rested for a little while, taking his time to polish and sharpen his scythe, before eating a warm meal and then heading out once again.
He started walking in a random direction once again, waiting for something to happen. But everything was so terribly dull and grey. Boring, boring, boring. Why did it all, always have to be so boring?
Post by Zenos Galvus on Jan 29, 2024 3:55:47 GMT -6
Zenos viator Galvus
Garlean | 26 | 226x130 | M
This is the beast...
He smirked just slightly as he saw her eyebrow raise up. He could imagine what her thoughts could be, or at least their subjects. If not his wounds, then his scars. He was more than aware of the amount and although he was used to them she may have not. Or perhaps she was simply pondering whether or not she truly should help him.
They told each other their names and he did not miss the sudden twitch in her eye. Did she realize who he was in that instant? Perhaps she was not well informed on the recent events, but heard the name before? Not that he was particularly fond of it. But if she did, she did not let the information stop her.
"Interesting, you say?" He asked weakly. He might as well show some interest in her, until he was out of danger. "For what reason?" He was still feeling weak, but his voice was already somehow more steady and a little louder than before. He then looked at the blue liquid in her hands and let out a chuckle at her question. He could not help it. "Not my first, not my last." he said afterwards, looking straight into her eyes. "Surely not worse than cauterizing the wound myself with fire." then he looked at the potion again. "And better than being bedridden for days."
His voice was still pretty low in volume, but at least he did not need to stop and breathe in between one word and the other anymore and could complete a sentence without pause. "I am willing."
Post by Zenos Galvus on Dec 20, 2023 12:02:23 GMT -6
Zenos viator Galvus
Garlean | Age 26 | 226x130 | M | Wanderer
His smile was genuine - as genuine as when he had fought with the Warrior of Light in their most memorable battle. As he threw himself at his opponent, he chose to ignore his words completely. He did not know what a dominant was, he assumed it was a way in which his people called enshrouded reapers and let the information slide. The dragoon jumped away and soon threw at him another set of light orbs that Zenos deflected by erecting his magical barrier once again. He chuckled to himself, unable to control his own emotions. It was so rare for him to feel something, the sensation was still unfamiliar to him, although not entirely by then.
He grinned wide, looking at the dragoon on top of the trees, and started to gather aether in his scythe to use the Unyielding Blade Technique once again, but then he stopped as he noticed a shift in the man's presence. Soon enough, he followed him with his gaze as the dragoon fell down onto the ground, one broken twig after the other. As the knight sloppily landed, ending up on his knees, Zenos let his aether dissipate. He approached slowly, studying the man's condition. Could he still fight? Could he still make his heart quiver?
He could not, that much was clear.
Zenos walked closer until he was one step away from him. He stared at him for a long moment, evaluating his options, then released the Avatar and hung the scythe onto his back, reverting to his original appearance. "You have done enough, my friend." he stated "This will end here - for today, at least." He crouched in front of the dragoon, then swiftly loaded him onto his shoulder. Should his own clothes be soaked with blood, he would not care. It would not be the first or last time. If the man dropped his weapon, he would take it and bring it with him.
After ensuring that the man would not fall, the Garlean started walking back to the city. He remembered the way back to where he had meet the dragoon, so he brought him in the same place without a second thought. People would see him carrying a wounded man on his shoulders like a sack of popotoes - that would also not be the first or last time, probably.
Once in front of the place, someone rushed outside, but he moved the woman to the side and entered the building. He ignored everything and everyone, and half-threw the soldier onto the first bed he found. He stopped for a moment, staring at him. He did not even know why he brought him back, this behavior was unlike him. It was also true, though, that Zenos wanted the man to survive. He wanted a rematch on another occasion, and could only have it if he survived.
"Farewell, my friend, and thank you. I shall come find you again." He said, still looking at him. "Next time... I shall look forward to it." Then he walked out the door without as much as a glance to anyone else.
"This is the beast I've longed to face."
Someone will not be amused. Namely Yuna and Monori.
Post by Zenos Galvus on Dec 19, 2023 5:02:43 GMT -6
Zenos viator Galvus
Garlean | Age 26 | 226cm x 130kg | M | Wanderer
Zenos looked at the woman as she said something about him teleporting. He had a resource, why not use it? But it was true that garleans, especially pure-blooded garleans such as him, were not supposed to be able to use even the simplest form of magic. Yet he had never been normal to begin with. The woman was about to spout some more nonsense, and Zenos chose to shut her up with his next attack.
He could see it in her eyes. Fear. Simple yet powerful, perhaps a good reason for her to give him something more? But no, for a moment she was so utterly shocked that her grip on the spear loosened. She would have to go a long way -a very long way- before she could truly fight him. And that became even clearer when the latest of his blows sent her backwards onto a wall.
He stared at the woman for a long, long moment after she hit it. He had seen something in her eyes, something special. Was she also one of Hydaelyn's chosen? But he thought She had disappeared. Could the blessing hold on? It would not surprise him, considering Her power. "You have potential." He said, looking at her from head to toe and then back to her eyes. "You should not waste it on being murdered by someone like me." He continued, closing his eyes for a moment. He sighed. She had potential. She could grow. She would live.
"Leave. Take your time and return, stronger, when you stand a better chance to overpower me - be it through magical mastery or physical prowess, this matters not. If you aspire to properly engage in combat with me, you must possess power that matches my own." He looked straight into her eyes, his gaze as cold as the winters of Garlemald. "You do have the right hunger.. but at this moment, you are unquestionably lacking power. Leave with your life, or attack me again, and die." he stated, then he turned around and started walking away without waiting for an answer.
Post by Zenos Galvus on Dec 15, 2023 10:59:58 GMT -6
Zenos Galvus
About Zenos
He's an absolute madman with a huge problem with boredom. He loves to fight and feels alive only when doing so. He's selfish, insensitive and pretty arrogant - and on top of that, to him live has close to no value, both because he was raised as the heir to the Garlean Empire, and because he only values good fighters. He doesn't like meaningless massacres, though, as he enjoys the hunt and the fight, but only when the prey is worthy.
Plot ideas
★ The Hunt ★ Are you a good fighter? Then you'll end up in this eventually. He does not care in the slightest whether you're good or evil, old or young, or whatever else, he only cares if you are strong enough to be good sport... which means if you have the potential but are not quite what he wants yet, he will let you be and come back in the future like a flippin' stalker.
★ Mercenary ★ As he does whatever happens to pique his interest in the moment, he might just want to look for something to fight in the meantime - especially if he is getting paid. He could guard something, or simply kidnap or kill whomever as long as he is well paid, as he kinda needs the money to roam around, eat, sleep, and so on.
★ Father ★ He deeply, completely despises his father. The man has dared stand on his path and attempt to kill his prey before, and he has been slain for it. He most definitely would slay him again. Not to mention Zenos has more than a few grudges against him.
Relationships
★ Fandaniel: The Ascian and clown and madman that "served" him for a while when he had taken the throne in Garlemald. He can't stand him, and thanks to him Zenos now hates jesters, clowns, and anything similarly looking or acting.
★ Varis Galvus: His father. They have seldom seen each other, and Zenos despises him for many reasons, from being an absent and abusive father to trying to kill his prey.
★ Alexander Sorel: His first friend, and his enemy. Zenos wants to find him, to spend some time with him. He hopes that his friend is still alive.
★ Thisei Virleth: the person who saved his life. He's not too sure he's happy about it.
★ Dion Lesage: The best fight he's had ever since arriving in Provo. He is now his friend. But probably doesn't want to.
★ Renitra Starspear: She wants to kill him. He doesn't understand half of what she says when she accuses him, but he doesn't care.
★ Solus Galvus aka Emet-Selch: Technically the grandfather of his father, they haven't really interacted much.