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Post by Zenos Galvus on Aug 9, 2024 3:55:23 GMT -6
Zenos viator Galvus
After their short exchange of words, the two started walking towards the area where the machine had been spotted. The mercenary commented that it should be a simple matter and Zenos did not reply, but he surely hoped for it to be interesting - to some extent, at least. The two walked in silence a couple of steps away from each other: neither of them said a single word and Zenos lost himself in thought.
He had fought magic-wielding machines before. Not often, but he did happen to train against Magitek machinery, destroying it in the process… and killing the soldier operating it consequentially. He wondered whether this machine, in particular, would be similar to the ones he knew, or entirely different. It seemed to be a land machine, but would it be able to fly? He did not think so, but one could never be too sure, especially if the machine was dissimilar to the ones the imperial family commissioned.
He was abruptly shaken from his thoughts by a sudden feeling of danger. By mere instinct, he lept to the side just in time to dodge a ray of fire coming from the sky. The flames left a blazing circle on the ground where he stood only a moment before, and the movement in the air forced him to take one more step to keep his balance. Was it a spell or a missile? His answer came only a second later, as the machine tore down a few trees by throwing a missiles at the: as soon as the line of sight was clear, Zenos instantly recognized the “creature”.
It was none other than the Allagan-made and Garlean-improved Ultima Weapon. A mass destruction man-operated weapon, and as far as he remembered the last person who operated it was Gaius van Baelsar, when he was still a soldier of the Empire. He had thought the Weapon to have been destroyed, but it was also true that in this land time was irrelevant, and things from one’s past or future could all gather together in the same place. He readied his scythe.
"Is that you, Black Wolf?" he asked, although it sounded more like an exclamation than a question. In response, the weapon roared in a half-human and half-metallic voice: "ZENOS!" Only a moment later, it started charging a beam of energy, light accumulating in front of the creature’s chest. Zenos smirked and started running towards it, ready to jump only the fraction of a second before the beam would be released. This should be fun.
Post by Zenos Galvus on Jul 28, 2024 7:47:54 GMT -6
Zenos viator Galvus
Step, step, rotate, swing, step, swing, turn, step swing, swing. As Zenos was following his usual no-mannequin routine, he kept aware of his surroundings. He had noticed the approaching man, but chose not to interrupt his practice, only shorten it. The man stood quietly, probably studying him as Zenos would have guessed. A few swings later, as the man spoke, the former prince ceased his training and repositioned his scythe behind his back.
"You. Big Man. I take it you're the other merc they assigned to make some scrap metal today...? Pardon any delays in getting here" he heard the man say. For a long moment, his icy blue eyes stared deep into the man's as the former prince tested him. After a while, he would let his gaze roam along the man's figure. The eyes, the posture, the clothing. The man before him looked like a warrior, and a good one. That, together with his words, brought his mind to the only possible solution: he was the person Zenos had been waiting for. Should he act princely, he wondered? No, the man was a mercenary. There was no need for that. No need for idle chatter or whatever other useless formality.
He nodded. Simple as that. "Let us go." he added soon after, starting to walk in the direction he was told the machine would be. There was no need to talk, warriors often spoke with their weapons more than with their words. "I suppose our target and its location are known to you. It should not be far, less than an hour on foot." he said without looking at the mercenary. If he was as good as Zenos had been told, there would be no reason to tell him to stay on his guard.
Post by Zenos Galvus on Jul 26, 2024 13:47:56 GMT -6
Zenos viator Galvus
Zenos was waiting in silence, under the shadow of a tall tree. Leaning against its trunk with his broad shoulders, he had crossed his arms and closed his eyes. He was asked to cooperate with someone to take down an incredibly powerful creature that had gone rampant soon after it appeared on Zephon. He only knew that many had tried to destroy the metallic monster and none came back, so he had been contacted by he did not even remember who, with the promise of a fierce fight but under the condition of fighting alongside another mercenary - one just as skilled as him.
The description was simple: a mighty metallic monster, black and red in colour, with a tail akin to a dragon’s and incredibly sharp claws, as well as the ability to cast magic. It surely did sound promising, so he had accepted. In the worst possible case, it would all be unbearably boring and nothing would be any different from his usual days. In the best possible scenario, though, he would be incredibly entertained.
One strand of his long, blonde hair fell on his face and he moved it behind his ear, opening his eyes and letting his icy gaze wander among his surroundings. With nobody in sight, he eventually chose to take his scythe and warm up a little. With no mannequin to hit, he simply initiated his routine rotating the scythe above his head and slashing at the air. He then followed with a few slashes one after the other.
Post by Zenos Galvus on Jul 22, 2024 9:42:07 GMT -6
Zenos viator Galvus
The woman would not leave him be. He swiftly picked up her trail with his gaze and pondered about her face. She was familiar, but where had he seen her? She called him a tyrant and told him he had embarrassed her before. And then things finally clicked into place - that futile attempt to assassinate him. He remembered the shinobi trying to catch him by surprise to take his life, together with his friend, after what had happened at Rhalgr’s Reach. He would have killed her, had others not intervened.
Lost in thought without listening to another of her words, he allowed the auri woman to detach and throw away his scythe before reacting in a flash: he did not counter her attack but simply took a firm grip on the woman’s kunai-wielding wrist, holding it tight enough to be sure it would hurt, possibly enough for her to be forced to drop her weapon, but not enough to snap her wristbones. Then he raised the hand that was holding her until he lifted her off the ground and brought her face to his height. He had not noticed nor cared, but most of the civilians around them had swiftly walked -or ran- away by then.
“I remember you, Doman.” he declared “You tried to take my life, twice, failing miserably in your weakness. If not for the intervention of that samurai and your other friends, you would have died by my hand.” He was talking about the attack, and about the help she received after failing her first attempt and trying a second, with the Warrior, Gosetsu, Alisaie and some villagers intervening to protect her. He did not remember their names, nor half of their faces, but he did remember the event itself. “And now you repeat the same mistake.”
He let her go, basically throwing her away to his side. “Tell me. Where is the honour in an attack from behind? Where is the honour in running into a fight without a plan, or the means to achieve your goal?” he asked. He did not even attempt to take his scythe back: instead, he crouched to take the woman’s kunai, be it the one she had just dropped if he had managed to force her to, or the one he had deflected and planted into the ground before.
“I am not interested in a fight against you. If you wish to try and kill me once again, it will yield the same reward it has before. But if you value your life, you will sheathe your weapons. We may talk, if you so wish. Or you can go, and I shall not follow you. Else, I can -and will- paint the streets red with your blood.” He did not flinch or change his expression in any way while saying these words. He only looked into her eyes, piercing into her soul with his icy gaze.
Post by Zenos Galvus on Jul 19, 2024 15:35:37 GMT -6
Zenos viator Galvus
He waited patiently for his friend to ponder whether or not to accept his offer. As he refused, Zenos nodded imperceptibly, then moved his gaze to the seat opposite to Alex. Only at that moment did he realize he was still standing. He looked at Alex as he leaned backwards, then finally took a seat resting the scythe on the ground, leaning onto the side of the table. He did not quite know why he had not done so sooner, but he would think about it at a later time. Zenos focused on the tale, the summary of what Alexander had done from the moment they separated to the present.
He could understand what a Kingsglaive was, or at least he supposed it was some sort of soldier or warrior, but he could not quite remember the name ‘Cassandra’. He had heard it before, of that he was sure, but he could not quite link a face to it. He still tried to memorize the name, as well as Dragelion’s. If Alex said he could ‘have at it’ if Dragelion started it, then he would fight him only if he started it. As he heard Alexander say that the man was no threat, his eyes brightened. “Of course. You can handle much more than a single soldier, surely. You would not have bested me otherwise.” he said with a hint of a smirk on his lips. He could not help it, he held the Warrior in the highest of regards.
He lost himself in the memory of their fight once again for a moment - but was taken back to reality by Alex’s voice as the Mage, who knew him too well, specified who Cassandra was. Zenos nodded. “I see.” he commented. “She was never worthy of your time or affection, if my opinion is of any value.” he then continued, looking in the man’s eyes. Perhaps it was not the best of ideas to say that about a former friend of his, but he had never lied to Alexander and would not start doing so now.
As his friend asked who had accepted his challenge, Zenos smirked. “A dragoon. I do not quite remember his name, but.. his hair was similar to yours in both length and colour. Brown eyes, a slender build and silvery armour. He wore earrings, I believe.” He cherished the memory of that fight. He cherished the memory of that dragoon. “I saw him leaning against a building with his arms crossed. I needed but one glance to know he was a fierce warrior. I approached him, and I asked. And after explaining my reasons, he accepted to fight on the condition that no lives would be taken.” he explained.
Zenos’ tiny smirk quickly turned into a wide grin as he remembered. “After the initial disappointment… He has managed to send me flying onto one tree after the other. And then he fought well enough that he forced me to enshroud. He used magic - a kind of magic I had never witnessed before. His eyes tinted blue as he blasted a ray of light in my direction. It broke through my barrier and I am not sure I would have survived that attack without consequence, had I taken the full strength of it while in this form. I believe I would have at the very least collapsed.” Back to the present, Zenos looked at Alex like a child telling the tales of an unbelievable adventure, with a genuine smile on his face. “It was not like our fight, but… it felt surprisingly... entertaining.”
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?
