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Post by Zidane Tribal on Nov 10, 2024 12:10:37 GMT -6
The boar lowered its head, scraping its blade-like tusks against some store. The action was frightfully intimidating as with each pass sparks would fly from the friction. Once the curved fangs were sharpened the beast looked up towards the offending men. It let out a fierce snort, sharp, gold eyes glaring down the pair.
The Genome turned his head when Cloud spoke up. The rogue grinned and cocked his head. This guy seemed to know his stuff. It wasn't easy to overturn a charging beast that was big and brutish. If the thief hadn't struck at just the right spot and at the correct speed he wouldn't have been able to stutter the boar like he had. The beast swiveled its triangular ears and punched its forehoof against the ground. It looked between Cloud and Zidane, unsure of which of the males was the bigger threat.
Zidane hid his tail beneath his cloak, causing it to flutter in the soft winds. The hay-haired youth thrust his thumb against his chest as he pushed up to stand straight. He had been standing with his legs at shoulder width, in a crouched position so looked much shorter than he actually was. He was about Cloud's height and with a quick look at his bare arms, had a much more slender build.
"Well if that's enough to impress you, can't say this next trick'll be lacking." He'd grin.
Zidane was pretty taken by the young man's surprise. He decided to show off. Throwing back his cloak he would reveal his holster. The rogue wasn't packing a firearm, or any sort of gunblade, by the looks of the ornate scabbard. With a quick and agile flourish that rivaled any ninja, the rogue drew a pair of blades which he pulled up by the hilt into either hand. Once the blades were held tight in either palm he turned them to face back, a peculiar stance with twin blades. They shone with a magenta gleam, the light catching the sow's attention. Lowering her head she let out a bellow and charged.
The hog ripped through a garden plot, causing the farmer to shout out.
"My cabbages!"
But said cabbages were torn into coleslaw as the beast shred the leafy greens and rumbled towards the Genome.
"Watch out!" Zidane called before jumping to the side, the whipping head of the beast cleaving the air with audible slices.
Zidane was able to deflect the boar by throwing up his blade, sending the weapons into the air. The force he had thrown the knife up and forward clashed with the boar's fang, which forced the weapon further into the air. The rogue jumped back, holding his gloved hand up to catch his weapon as it fell. This time it was ready and the boar quickly slid to a stop, turning on its heels before it turned to face the warriors, her rump colliding with a nearby fence, tearing it down, to the dismay of the farmer. The boar thrust her head up, using its tusks like blades in order to slice in Cloud's direction. Zidane landed silently on his tiptoes before settling on the soles of his boots.
"P-please! Stop it! I'll reward you both if you can keep it from destroying anything else!" The desperate farmer hailed the warriors.
Post by Zidane Tribal on Nov 3, 2024 18:41:29 GMT -6
"Hrk!" Zidane coughed out when the tail of his cloak was suddenly pulled back, with him still in it.
The thief nearly tumbled back, head over heels, but managed to throw his arms out to the side, spinning them in order to maintain his balance. He had kicked his leg in the air, stomping it back to earth when he steadied. The grey-ash fabric of the hood fluttered down, concealing his puffed up and frazzled tail, the stiff limb relaxing when he was balanced. Resisting the urge to curse the youth reached back to his neck and rubbed at the base of his skull.
Zidane was fascinated by the glimmer of the lights. He was reminded of the lightning bugs around Treno. A lot of critters gave off a natural bioluminescence, but lightning bugs were special in how they generated the light from their bodies and didn't just 'glow' as if by a circumstance of being a certain type of plant or having deadly markings that shone brightly against the backdrop of certain types of light. It was mesmerizing and called to the young man like a siren's song. It wasn't as if Hr was attracted to trouble like most, but the inherent danger of creatures of a foreign realm was lost on him. It wasn't home and there was no telling what sort of abilities or curses were carried by these creatures. He would continue to forget he wasn't home and the experience he gained through the trials and tribulations from his travel through and between Gaia meant nothing on Zephon. It was like starting over from scratch.
At Auron's query the rogue slowly opened his hands, looking between his fingers where the illuminated little specters through, threading between his gloved fingers. It was a good question, but not one he ever took any amount of time to consider. Dusting off his hands he moved his palms to rest at his hips.
"Well -- not really." He'd admit. "I was always taught to push the envelope and try things. There's always an inherent risk through becoming experienced, right?" At least Baku always warned him about being mindful of his abilities and gear. He didn't want to be caught half way through a desert with no reasonable survival skills. "What about you? Who taught you to be so cautious?" It wasn't just any kind of life experience that made a man guarded.
Though it was true Zidane didn't know what the creatures were, the only way they'd find out was to give it a go. The risk was calculated, at the very least. How much damage could such small creatures do? Though it made Zidane think back to the Movers -- those bouncy little pink moss balls certainly caused a lot of trouble for him. After a trying and tedious battle that left them bloodied and bruised, one of his companions ended up sick for hours with a strange viral infection that affected their ability to acclimate to new scenes of battle until they were able to find a cure. It didn't help that they were far from home in a foreign realm, much like this one.
"There's a lot we don't know." And the youth didn't like not having an answer to a very clear problem. "We can't have that..." The rogue looked around.
They didn't seem to be in any danger, but this unsettling feeling of something moving around, something unlike the animals of the wood. They had to move forward somehow and this standing around wasn't going to get them anywhere. He didn't want to put Auron in danger though. He not only didn't know the man's capacity for combat, but if it went sideways he didn't need on his conscience that he had put someone uninvolved, into danger. More than anything the risk had to be worth the reward. Following Auron the youth looked around. It didn't seem that anything changed the closer they came to the gathering blooms of light. Idling around wasn't his style though.
"Well, let's go see!" What was the rogue thinking? "I'll go out first, if something goes wrong, just run for it."
Zidane pushed up his invisible sleeves and spread out his legs at his shoulder's width. He clenched his hands into fists and stared at the fluttering faerie lights out in the clearing. Zidane bent his knees and took off running from their settled spot. It was dumb as hell, but they had to find out. Halfway across the clearing Zidane dove forward and made an attempt to jump and rapidly climb up the tree.
If it was anything like the Ilfa tree there would be numerous hoards of monsters barring his way up, but if it was more akin to the roots of Pinnacle Rocks and home to the Moogles and other amicable creatures. Worst case scenario he would be in quite a lot of trouble if this ancient arbor housed an Eidolon...
Post by Zidane Tribal on Oct 15, 2024 20:53:34 GMT -6
The Tonberry confirmed he was indeed a Tonberry. Zidane would have probably lost it if the guy tried to claim ignorance and determine himself a different creature. It was pretty obvious. It not those bright, glowing eyes of yellow, it was the knife and tail. The tail was always quite distinct to Zidane. It wasn't shaped like a normal tail, at least those he's seen back home. He's seen long and thin tails, puffy tails, powderball tails, curly tails, and more -- but the fin-like appendage Tonberries seemed to covet was quite unusual. He's never seen their sort by the beach or near any kind of water, so why did their tail look like something out of the ocean?
He crossed his arms over his chest at the beast's words. "Well sure they do talk, I guess..." If he thought about it, Chocobos were kinda the same.
He never thought twice about the warks and warbles until the time came about that he could hear their language from the other side of things. They always spoke, it seemed, just never in a way he could comprehend. For a moment Zidane was taken aback. He shuffled a bit and patted his hands over the sides of his trousers, near his pockets. Poverty?! W-well the guy wasn't wrong. Out here he didn't have a coin to his name, his poor purse freed from the shackles of decent coinage after spending in Aljana.
"Crystallus Divider?" He rubbed his thumb and forefinger against his chin as he tilted his head and thought. "Never heard of it." Why would he want to go there to pray?
It made the rogue wonder if this was anything like the Crystal... Was this really a dream world? Or was it truly reality and he was bordering on an unnatural madness because of his recent isolation? He only had one direction in mind, and that was away from whence he came. He turned to the Tonberry and held out his arms.
"Let's go together. I'd like to see this Crystallus Divider!" Though he had no idea what it was, his interest was piqued by the familiar term. Maybe if he saw this Crystal his questions could be answered. "What do ya mean byproduct? Does this Crystal make things?" One couldn't have a byproduct unless one produced something. Kind of like monsters being the byproduct of Mist.
Post by Zidane Tribal on Oct 1, 2024 17:57:40 GMT -6
Zidane had noticed the fellow was rather diminutive, but he hadn't thought twice on the matter. In fact, at first glance, he assumed them to be a kid, though he knew plenty of adults that seemed to be just his size. Dwarves, being one of them. He put his hand on his hip and stood, the swaying limb often kept low and out of sight. Some people seemed to freak out if they saw it, calling him an Outsider. He wasn't sure what all that was about, but it had to be something he'd figure out later.
This guy also seemed to have a tail so maybe it wasn't so bizarre and just a rare sight to the locals of Aljana. Whatever the case the man finally responded. He wasn't surprised the fellow was armed. Out on the road it was always safest to keep your weapon close at hand. He knew that better than anyone. Having been the sort, in the past, to occasionally partake in the odd coin pouch or two, he knew that there were those who often sought to liberate you of your hard earned coin with more reckless bravado. He noticed the man's movement. They gripped tight to their weapon and stood defensively.
He didn't blame the guy seeing as a stranger was at arm's length. But it wasn't until he turned around and professed himself a monster did Zidane take notice. A green face with deep amber eyes.
"Oh shit, you're Tonberry!" He jumped, despite himself.
His tail's fur stood on end, hands at either side. He didn't jump for his weapon, seeing as the Tonberry's words seemed to express more reason than not.
"You talk too... I didn't know monsters could talk." Though, scratch that. He has met some rather friendly monsters who were quite versed in human speech. Maybe he was one of their sorts. "Well I guess I take that back..." He pulled his gloved hand to his chin, tapping thoughtfully. "Well if you don't wanna fight I guess that's good enough. But you're out of luck if you want gems or something. My hands are empty." Though perhaps the desire was nonexistent in this fellow. He's never known Tonberries as creatures to wont.
Though he's never known their sorts to not wanna stab either.
"So what are ya doin' out here? Out in the open..." That seemed like a poor choice for a monster.
Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 27, 2024 18:47:21 GMT -6
It hadn't been long since Zidane's arrival into the Fractured Plains. With the tribulations of Aljana left behind, the rogue could now focus on his path forward. He was able to secure himself a map of the region, but it took him down to nearly his last gil as he had taken careful precautions to prepare for the next leg of his journey. His goal was the Fractured City as it was the next largest city in this world he learned was called Zephon. The temperate plains were far more tolerable than the burning fields of red that were the Reikinto Sands. He traveled light and what he couldn't fit on his belt wasn't worth carrying along. He had his scabbard, a purse of gil, and some rations he could snack on here and there. He didn't have the luxury of traveling companions where he could divvy up his load amongst them so he was forced to forgo the comfort of having a bevy of potions and medicines.
It was a miserable revelation.
He didn't know if he was on another planet, or some deep, forgotten dimension trapped between the realms, cursed to wander until he could find a way out. He wasn't sure how he got in, in the first place, but there had to be a way back home. There always was. For now all he could do was continue west until he found some answers. He didn't know if they would be the answers he wanted, but something was better than having to deal with this ignorance and being the oddest man out among these so-called Outsiders.
He turned his eyes to the sky. Clouds had begun to collect, casting a heavy shadow across the ground. It seemed the rains were on their way, which was a welcome reprieve. He had been dealing with dust, sand, and gravel for the past month that fresh rainfall would be appreciated. Adjusting the cloak on his shoulders the male would tuck his tail beneath its cover and tug the hood over his straw-blonde hair. After a while of walking Zidane slowed to a stop. There was a strange junction up ahead. It was between road and the wilds, a place where he could assume folk regularly went off road in search for adventure, but that wasn't what had caught his attention. There, in the distance, was a man, a man of incredibly diminutive stature among the hills and knee high grasses.
He tucked his arms behind the flaps of his dark, grey cloak and pushed up to his tiptoes. There didn't seem to be any others around. For most this was the perfect opportunity to hold a weary traveler at knifepoint and ask for their gil. While Zidane wasn't the sort he couldn't help but think about the kinds of situations people readily put themselves in. He seemed unaware of his surroundings too. The youth approached, his silent footsteps suddenly plodding through the thickets of grass with a crunch and grind. He put his hand to his forehead and looked off into the distance. It didn't seem like a trap.
"Hey, you okay?" Of course he noticed the man was wearing drab looking robes and seemed to be focused on the space before him. "You should be careful out here. Dunno what kinda monsters you can run into."
But was -- was that a tail? Strange shape, not one he recognized, and he's seen all sorts of tails from thin ribbons of flesh to puffy tufts that bobbed when people walked. Were they perhaps an Outsider as well? A queer anomaly among the natives of this world, or was he hoping for too much?
Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 22, 2024 17:16:25 GMT -6
Of course Zidane wasn't really sure how old the man was, but with his grizzled appearance and the general 'tired of your shit' air about him -- the man reminded him a little bit of his boss, Baku. Though Baku was more mirthful than this fellow, the bat appeared a lot older than he was because of his years of worldly experience. Though Baku had not seen much of the world he had experienced many things with the troupe and was wise beyond his years. Hardships were no stranger and that fleeting desire to just lay down the sword never came.
Zidane turned to follow the man. Unlike before his steps were not the ghostly whispers they had been before. Since he wasn't trying to hide his boots plodded into each trench and his soles scraped into every gnarled root. The scabbard on his hip softly trembled, bouncing against his hip with his light and agile steps. The terrain was little more than an afterthought for the rogue, his ventures having taken him far and wide across the lands. Though he was still a stranger in these lands that didn't mean he hadn't made the effort to adapt. By hiding a portion of his identity he was able to fend off a majority of the mistrust sewn into natives towards Outsiders.
He pulled his arms beneath his clock, tucking his thumbs into the band of his trousers. He couldn't help the laugh that escaped his chest when Auron turned the question back to him. Indeed it was strange that someone like Zidane roamed the woods. He was more of a city boy and hated more than anything the great outdoors, but he was also prone to wanderlust and sitting in one place never suited him until recently... His eyes drifted to the side, the lights floating about their bodies.
"You know -- that's fair." He'd grin. "I think a stroll through the forest is less antithetical than the marshes." He turned his eyes away as the corner of his mouth curled up into a light sneer. "You made a good choice." Whichever direction he was going, east or west, the Metaia Marshlands was not a choice an educated man made. He clearly had experience with the latter and it had not turned out well.
The luminous wisps appeared to be converging on a singular spot. Though Zidane didn't have much experience with otherworldly things he was reminded of how the Ilfa tree had felt and how his friends compared the place to being alive. Though he wouldn't have been able to point it out on his own he did remember the sensation. It made his skin crawl and the fur on his tail stand on end as if a chill was coursing through his veins. The rogue rubbed the thumb and forefinger of his right hand together. The gloved limb reached out towards one of the wayward orbs, finger stopping inches from one before Auron muttered something that was difficult to hear.
"What's that?" He finished his action, prodding at the orb. "They're kidna cute. They remind me of a Moogle's pom pom." He would attempt to capture one between his gloved palms as he looked towards Auron. "What do you think they are?"
He didn't know why they gathered about this one spot, but if he had to guess maybe there was font of power deep underground.
Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 15, 2024 18:14:28 GMT -6
'Them'? At the mention of a 'them' the rogue turned his attention towards the floating lights. The young man didn't discern any sense of sentience from them like one would get from a Chocobo or person, but they did seem to have a presence all their own now that he took a moment to observe them. It was strange. The wood had seemed so full of life and he supposed this was the reason why every corner felt -- alive, somehow. How weird.
First his ear caught the man's words, responding to his query of whether or not he's passed in this world. When the man wholly denied the accusation with a simple answer, Zidane couldn't help but let out a laugh. Now that he thought about it, it had been a strange thing to ask, but the man seemed to respond with such stalwart sobriety that the thief was taken aback for a moment. This man was a serious fellow that reminded him of a certain someone from his past.
"There's plenty of sentient creatures, if you know where to look." Zidane moved to fold his arms behind his head, seemingly more relaxed than he had been but moments ago.
His posture seemed quick to change, but it also flowed in a natural way that made it difficult to discern the intentions of his actions. While clearly not out to rob someone in the dead of night, he also didn't have any reason himself to be deep in these haunted woods.
He'd speak again. This time it was less concerning him as a person, but the wood as it was. This place was weird and Zidane was only incidentally passing through. He had no personal interest in delving into the mysteries of its nature until Auron gave him an ultimatum. To him the guy seemed strangely lonely, yet at peace with his solitude. Zidane couldn't have that! His long tail flicked beneath his cloak as he made the decision to follow the older man.
"Ah well if that's the case, can't just leave you alone. Old guy like you may keel over from a heartattack if someone unfriendly jumped you!" He teased in a friendly manner. "Name's Zidane." He offered, with no intention of asking or exception of being offered a name in return. It was merely a courtesy, as far as he knew, that provided a convenience for traveling companions. "What's a guy like you doing neck deep in haunted woods. You don't look like a hunter." Normally hunters had a teams or at least an old Chocobo with matching scars that warbled with equitable gruffness.
Why did the wood move like this? If Zidane had to compare it to something, he'd regard it similarly to the Ilfa tree. It was alive, but he didn't see zombies, ghosts, or any skeletons about. So what kind of life did it possess?
Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 10, 2024 17:46:48 GMT -6
Upon hearing the ravenous bellow of the denied boar ZIdane kicked off the ground and took off running. The young man made his way into the clearing where Cloud had sliced off a section of the sullen sow's tusk. It did not take kindly to the attack and stamped its hooves against the muddy ground. The farmer rushed back, not wanting to get between the warrior and the beast. Zidane noticed the chunk of ivory thrown aside. His tail flicked beneath his cloak, a thought coming to mind. He wouldn't mind collecting that bit of treasure, but it would have to come after/
The boar lowered its head, its btistleback strengthening its hide like steel. It wouldn't be as easy to cut through its skin as he had done with its tusk. The boar charged. Realizing the guy was in a dangerous pickle Zidane charged forward, unaware if the man knew how dangerous an angry boar was. Zidane has been at the sharp end of a Zahgnol's tusks before and if this beast's was anything like theirs it was going to be quite a doozy. Their horns could cut like any blade and their hooves stomp harder than an ornery Chocobo out for blood.
When Zidane drew close enough he jumped up mid way through his dash and piled a heavy kick into the beast's side. Unaware of the incoming volley the belligerent boar nearly toppled over, its charge cutting past Cloud without a single strike. The giant pig slammed into a nearby fenceline, trampling it to the ground before it crashed into a tree. Both the boar and tree toppled over. Zidane landed, the cloak elegantly fluttering down, covering his body from view. When he turned on his heel it would be revealed to Cloud that he was just a young man, perhaps close in age with him. He put his hand over his forehead and watched as the pig took the fall.
"That was close. Gotta be careful with beasts like that." Zidnae pulled back his hood, the sky clear or rain, though the clouds had yet to fully disperse.
Of course that wasn't the end of the ham. It wouldn't easily give up its prize of fresh truffle and pumpkins. It pushed back to its hooves and shook out the debris from its coat before turning around, trying to figure out what had hit it.
Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 5, 2024 20:06:40 GMT -6
Zidane stood among the crowd with his arms folded behind his head. He had been watching the boards for a while, searching for the perfect job. His blond hair was tied back in a small tail, by a green ribbon. The hood of his cloak hung against the back of his neck, with the looser strands of golden hair tousled over the dark fabric. The ash, almost black cloak, guarded against the chill of the evening air, but it also helped the rogue hide his tail from the rest of the company. The fact of the matter is the locals of Zephon didn't take too kindly to Outsiders and Zidane stood out with his extra appendage so made the effort to obscure it until he could better get to know the person or would wait until he was out of town.
Nothing was holding his interest. It wasn't until a whisper tickled his ear. Someone mentioned pirates. Zidane had heard a lot about pirates since coming to Zephon. Back home there wasn't such a thing as a thief who rode the waves, mostly because riding the waves was quite difficult and very few, if any, had any ability to. Alexandria was the superior force on the ocean which made him wonder if there were none who'd even bother with the idea because of it.
Looking over at the person who appeared to have said that was a young woman. He watched her collect the mission and slide away through the crowd. The male pulled his hood up over his head, tucking his hands into the cloak before he moved to follow her. He didn't hide his face, despite obscuring his features in the case the woman decided to mistake his intentions.
That seemed to happen a lot as of late. The women of Zephon were quite sensitive to his advances.
When he got a little closer the male moved to match his pace with hers and walk at her side. "That looks like a tough job you got there. Not something a cute girl like you should be taking alone."
Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 1, 2024 22:46:56 GMT -6
There weren't many willing to brave the dangers of the Metaia Marshlands and even fever capable of it. While indeed the quickest route from Aljana to Torensten it was also one rife with natural hazards as well as unnatural ones. There are many ancient tales that speak of the majesty of Metaia in its past.
Scholars speak of the long lost Kingdom while others tell tales of the riches lost to time. Many try to claim these forgotten treasures for themselves and there are some who chase the glory of successfully traversing the long, overgrown roads of the ancient realm.
Deep in the Metaia Temple there was more than just the odd undead or ghastly ghoul. Through the twisting corridor of corpses and deep within the gheist filled gaols was a great treasure waiting to be recovered. somewhere in the basement of the innermost sanctum was a decorative Ampule of Holy Water. This artifact was requested by a certain collector who was not only willing to pay top gil, but introduce the treasure hunter to a difficult to reach associate with gil to spend. All one needed to do was rescue the necklace, once believed to be a centerpiece to the priest's rituals, from the clutches of its dour prison.
But why was it always zombies?
Zidane could handle Fangs. He didn't mind dealing with Frogs. But places crawling with undead always left him feeling out of sorts. It wasn't as if he was scared of ghosts, but the ghoulish misers were reluctant to part with their worldly possessions and could fight harder than a Chimera with a thorn in their paw.
He had been bonking skeletons and dodging ghouls for the past hour. The deeper he climbed into the temple the harder it became to believe the place hadn't already been cleared out by adventurers. He soon came upon a pitfall. He peered inside and noticed it went down at least another floor.
"May as well, It looks like it leads somewhere." As opposed to He nowhere he felt he was going.
Without a second thought the agile Genome leapt into the passage. With an echoing tap he landed in what appeared to be an abandoned antechamber. At the center of the chamber was an altar with a great statue proudly standing over an altar. On the podium was an old stone tablet and beside it the Ampule...
Dusty Skeletons lay scattered around the room. some wore moth-worn robes while others appeared to be wearing old leather armor and wielding weapons. That aside, nothing seemed to be moving. There weren't even any bats or rats to contend with so deep in the ruins.
"I think my luck just turned around." He grinned.
Since the part-time adventurer was wearing his cloak he decided to pull the hood over his head and collar over his nose to better protect from the dust that seemed to kick up whenever he moved. It also helped to hide his figure from view were there any curious corpses or meandering mice.
