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Post by andheavenburns on Nov 30, 2007 8:40:21 GMT -5
The deeper in they moved, the more of an instinctual serenity Squall felt, the more on edge he became.
People were still dying outside Squall knew. This place, this place saturated with calm made Squall want to set aside his Gunblade, to perhaps rest, to close his eyes safe in the knowledge that his position was secure here. He felt that he was safe here. So naturally Squall tightened his grip on his weapon, naturally he tensed with every step he took into the depths of the temple. This lull of false security was a lie to Squall. There was still blood being shed on the streets. Were he to turn around and go back the way he came, retrace his mental map, instead of stillness and peace he would hear pained screams and panicked shouts.
Squall did not relax. He took calm breath after calm breath and set about a contingency plan that if things started to go wrong, which they very well could, he could put into practise.
Aerith wanted them to guard the door. Squall would never admit that he had little desire to go any further in anyway, but simply took up position opposite Xenos, Gunblade ready and silently waiting.
The soft seeping atmosphere of the temple was like a mantra to him. A prayer, or a soothing sentence, stringing silent syllables designed to calm the spirit and put the mind out of reach of the mundane world. It sang of things Squall could recognise. Things he had known once. It was the same old palliative sense of security that came with the sharing of a mind.
Each person reacted differently; he could remember his instructor telling him that once. It felt like years ago. Each mind was different, so in the same way the balm of a healing Cure felt different to all, the Guardian Force felt different to all, their ambience however was undeniable and immediately recognisable to one who had known their presence as intimately as a SeeD did.
But the temple- this temple, this time it was different-
Squall shook it off.
Aerith was important. Not because of the Summon, but because she could heal. She could protect as they fought. Xenos could not do that, nor did it seem he possessed anything past a modicum in offensive magic. … though it was also possible Xenos was holding back. Squall gritted his teeth. It was frustrating. The lack of alternatives, their lack of preparation. It heightened the possibility for failure. They could not afford to keep failing. Once was enough for Squall. Just that once had been detrimental to his entire world.
Because of that, Aerith was important. If they needed to retreat, they would need her. If things started to fall apart, they could double back, take Aerith with them, call Tiamat-
-ignore the dying.
… Squall ducked his head and felt his jaw harden reflexively. The SeeD in him said that the number of casualties outside was discountable. It whispered that the larger whole was what mattered. It reiterated that the needs of the many would always outweigh the few.
It did nothing to stop the tenuous frustration that came with being completely powerless in the face of what Squall knew was happening elsewhere.
He was almost glad at the disturbance outside. He was already readying his weapon at Xenos’ whisper, not needing to be told, regaining his mental balance at the prospect of another battle. He shot Xenos a brief glance, canting his head sharply towards the door and moving fluidly to stand beside it. Right now they had little offensive magic, no healing abilities to back themselves up… Squall reasoned that subtlety would be a lost cause if whoever was outside came in and this came to blows. But he also reasoned that if it did then chances were he could get a hit in while they were focused on Xenos…
Their priority was in ensuring Aerith did… whatever it was she was doing. And in letting her do this uninterrupted.
((Uff. Sorry for the delayed reply. ; Recovering from food poisoning + travelling = bad combination. I think this reply is a bit scatty. But oh Xenos… internal script FTW! ;.; I loved that~! ))
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Post by bahamut on Nov 30, 2007 20:21:34 GMT -5
"There's a very good reason those lights remind you of the Lifestream."
Yes, the Lifestream. The lifeblood of that Planet... the thing from which all life on that planet came from and eventually returned to. There was a nagging feeling, as though this was all just a review for some reason. He simply brushed it off for the moment, as there was a more pressing subject at hand. This was going to be a crash course, to be sure... but she seemed to be intelligent. "Pyreflies are what the lights are called. They're souls of dead people who are yet to be sent on to the Farplane... our equivalent of your lifestream, I'd think. All souls who pass on go there... and if they don't, their stagnation eventually turns them into fiends, who prey on the living to make more spirits to join them in their misery. The ones here... they're here to help with singing the song of the fayth. Aeons are made up of pyreflies too... a special sort of fiend, I guess we could be called... though there's more to it than that. I am... a spirit, over a thousand years old. I met my end a long, long time ago.. and my spirit was kept here... sealed by the fayth before you, and it became my duty to lend my aid to summoners during their pilgramige. I don't see a lot of them, though... and when one finally succeeds, it's my place to stand here and wait for ten more years..."
He thought about it. All the wars... and the calms after them. It was honestly getting hard to tell which were more hellish. Ten years of BORED, then an indeterminable period of fighting, and watching friends dying at the very end... all for the goal of ten years of BORED. "It's so boring." His voice echoed through his mind a moment before. "Nevermind that. If you're looking for assistance... I guess you're trustworthy." You sort of... seem motherly. And neither of us has family left, either. "So long as the convictions I feel now don't falter.. there won't be any trouble for you either. Perhaps... you could even be the next high summoner." The next to die... he found himself bitterly thinking.
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Post by Aerith Gainsborough on Dec 15, 2007 23:33:39 GMT -5
((BUUuuUU))
Aerith was brought back to the present, and why she was there to begin with. While this conversation was certainly pleasant, it wasn't helping things much on the outside. "We need help from a summon, Bahamut," Aerith said, her voice now strained with urgency. How could she have forgotten? How long had she been kneeling there on the worn floor? "Bevelle is covered in this strange fog. It's thick and tastes like ozone when you breathe. There are these strange creatures..." She thought about the bugs surely pouring into the temple, their wings flickering and their horrible chittering getting louder as they came closer to the inner sanctum. "The nun called them 'sinspawn'."
((short post is short))
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Post by seymour on Dec 17, 2007 2:00:13 GMT -5
After the initial shock of passing through an empty Antechamber (were they really breaking the taboo with such nonchalance?), Seymour entered the Chamber of the Fayth, only to find Aerith speaking to Bahamut himself, alongside the two men from before.
"So nice of you to wait for me," Seymour announced himself in a rather sarcastic manner. "I'm surprised none of you have more respect for the laws of Yevon..." he smirked, looking the masked man over as a ruler may look upon a subject. "Then again, what else should I expect from a man so...well, uninhibited?"
He stepped close to the man with the mask, choosing to toy with him a bit. "Quite a lovely adornment you have here," he grinned, playfully tapping the man's mask. "I'm sure you shouldn't be so ashamed as to wear a mask, though, sir..."
Leaving it at that (and never one to mind awkward moments), Seymour turned instead to the other man in the room. "My, Lady Aerith, but you do manage to have quite a trail of courtiers following you," he laughed, clearly less apt to hide his rage now that the world seemed to be falling apart around them. He bowed cordially to the two men, introducing himself, "I am Maester Seymour, a ruler of this city of laws that you have chosen to disregard.
"Still, I suppose what is done is done," Seymour shrugged, addressing Aerith now. "I am glad that you have been able to pray successfully to Bahamut, but I believe that you should wrap things up soon, my dear," he smiled, touching Aerith's shoulder. "We have business to attend to...business that does not involve outlaws." Looking over his own shoulder at the other intruders, Seymour's disconcertingly calm gaze turned to a disturbingly cool one. For him, there was very little distinction between pleasant conversation and unabashed threats.
After all, as in theater, intent mattered more than words ever could...
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Post by bahamut on Dec 19, 2007 9:59:21 GMT -5
Bahamut's eyes widen just a little, as he eyes her. "I see... Sinspawn and some odd kind of fog. Sin is... well, perhaps you should consider doing a pilgramage." He looks from her to Seymour and back, knowing he'd have to make this last bit of advice rather quickly "Seek Zanarkand. The secret to defeating Sin lies there, past the Calm Lands and over Mt. Gagazet... though it comes at the cost of the summoner's life." He flies forward, into her, before disappearing completely.
Aerith... if it didn't feel like I'd done this several times before, I'm not so sure I'd trust you... But I think you could be the one to bring the next Calm... if you wanted. And if not... heh, either way, things could be interesting.
Once more, the hymn of the fayth began to swell louder in the room, as if to indicate that something had happened, whatever it was, as the pyreflies began floating slowly around his fayth once more. Dimensional travel... a girl who could die next... and now the new Maester is with her, too. At this rate... this could really be one of the most interesting summoners in Spira. It'd be a pity for her to die... but... there isn't another way, is there? Sin has to be stopped.. or else the world is doomed. That's why I'm sleeping here in the first place...
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Post by Xenos on Dec 19, 2007 12:29:29 GMT -5
((HAHAH! Aerith made me do it! manamorimoto.deviantart.com/art/FFI-Inept-Guards-72492177>.> Seymour.... I'm not wearing my mask. You just poked me in the face. *sploosh* Also, Tiamat is circling around. I'm Lunatic Pandora-ing guys!)) Xenos watched the man walk away, towards Aerith and pushed down the anger that bubbled in his chest. It subsided quickly and left him cool with just enough adrenaline to quickly return Chirijiraden completely to its sheathe. Now was not the time to fight with Seymour. Though the aloof maester surely could be nothing but, the man's mannerisms rubbed him the wrong way. He gave a look to Squall that said as much with the hope that the gunbrandier would sympathize. Sympathy.... Xenos couldn't help but internally scoff. Since when did he ever want sympathy from this child? He refused to admit that Squall's common cool demeanour so often distinguished the fire housed in his soul-- the flickering of anger and betrayan and absolute failure.... and the drive to avenge..... was something that the White SeeD could never and would never entirely release, for while the flame occasionally was snuffed by the opposing nature of his marionette's persona, a single look at that blade-- that accursed weapon which killed Her-- No. Now was not the time. Squall would follow along for now. Xenos would pull on the strings until the SeeD had suffered enough... or until that inevitable pity set in. Seymor was a different story. This maester, so loved by the people seemed to be loved because he took charge in every situation. Unfortunately, in a room full of leaders, Xenos didn't see that there could be much love for the Guado. Xenos yearned to put this religious fanatic in his place. This world was never for him. This world was a mistake from the giver of his little 'trinket', Xenos's only beloved posession. "We are no outlaws, maester," Xenos warned. "You want to stop the suffering of this world? It's impossible. This world was never meant to exist. If you would step outside this church, then you would see that this place is no longer your home. This isn't your Bevelle. It's been torn apart and stitched together. The sinspawn you saw were products of--" A great tremor interrupted his train of thought. Xenos grit his teeth. "Damn," he cursed under his breath, "This place is going to be torn apart! We have to run." Tiamat, the White SeeD called. He needed to know what was happening outside, but the state of turmoil was far less important than escape. The Temple is about ready to collapse. We have to get out of here. Watch for us. I'm counting on you for safe passage.
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Auron
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Post by Auron on Dec 20, 2007 7:53:09 GMT -5
((I'm just making a post (the one I mentioned earlier) in order to leave, and reach the commotion outside. Then I'll be out of everyone's hair for good lol)) He had gained the companionship of Bahamut. He would now have the ability to summon a mighty ally in the form of an Aeon, as a Summoner. He never liked the concept after Yunalesca's revelation, but now that he was to be a summoner after the unexpected third life he recieved, he was going to do whatever he could. And so he left. The Cloister being left behind with little to no regard to what he was leaving behind. But almost out, he passed some people. The shock as he passed a blue haired, blue-veined man, with a red-headed woman, and a young man who seemed out of place more than the red-head, was unbelievable. Seymour Guado. The man was dead for Yevon's sake! But then again, he too had been revived, once again no less. But why would they revive a beast such as Seymour? The coward had no right to live, but a voice inside told him to ignore him, for he would eventually meet some form of disaster. The voice...could it have been Bahamut? Giving him some sort of warning, so he would not make a scene, and maybe become as they nearly did to young Yuna? Or was it instinct? Something was keeping him from becoming a fool. As he thought of her, he began to wonder instinctively what happened to her, and Tidus, and the others. If he was alive, Tidus should be, and if Yuna and he were together, then everything would begin to make sense to him. "Tidus, Yuna...Kimahri, Lulu, Wakka, Rikku...Jecht...are you all, okay?" he wondered, as he stepped back into the world of Bevelle city, he felt tremors, heard the cries, and instinctively reached for his blade. His katana was not very strong, but if there was danger, at least he was prepared to defend against it. As he wandered into the city itself, he spotted the blue, winged sinspawn he so dearly disgusted. "Vermin." he scolded, as he cleaved one in two, as it closed in on a young woman. "Hide yourself," he whispered. "Th-th-thank you Sir Auron!" she stuttered, and ran into a slightly open door behind her, closing it immediately. ((Sorry guys, I just posted what I typed, completely forgetting about the mask and sorry about the Baha bit. I edited both points ))
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Post by andheavenburns on Dec 20, 2007 23:42:33 GMT -5
Taking his cue from Xenos, Squall lowered his Gunblade just slightly, fingers tense on the hilt, poised but not aggressive, as opposed to darting forward and slicing the newcomer in half as instinctual reflex demanded he do.
He raised an eyebrow at how close the robed man dared move to Xenos, darting a cursory glance down at Xenos’ still unsheathed blade. Confidence. The man oozed it. That and other things that made Squall’s grip tighten on his weapon and his senses crawl with an alien sort of displeasure. Confidence. Arrogance. For some the line was so very thin…
To assume that Xenos would not attack, which in this case Squall would concede was true… Suppositions like that one got people killed. Grey eyes narrowed as the man rambled on, obviously irritated and attempting to hide this fact behind a thin veil of ironic politeness – a very thin veil – because as someone who regularly shed his blood in the defence and protection of others, asinine trivialities gave Squall a headache.
He did not acknowledge the Maester’s mocking bow, because it was just that. He filed away the name, doubting the words that came with it, but guessing them to hold at least an element of truth. Probably. Seymour was not a physical fighter, Squall judged. His form had mass to be true, but he did not necessarily move like one…
He had politician written all over him, this man. Squall had never liked politicians. The few he had to work with seemed unable to follow even basic safety procedures; the fools would break away to speak to reporters, to shake hands with members of the public, they always wanted low profile security and a full room and they talked far too much.
Hordes of Sinspawn Squall could handle, but self-important fops like Seymour made his trigger finger itch.
He cast Xenos a quick glance as the Maester turned his back on both of them and could see the vestiges of anger in that scarred face. Squall could half understand it. This Seymour was a complication when they least needed one. Another unforeseen problem. But Xenos did not attack, and so despite his instincts, Squall would not either, though whereas Xenos sheathed his blade, Squall pointedly kept his own at the ready.
No. No fighting yet. But Squall did not trust this Seymour, and the battle was drawing closer to them. Squall had no reason to drop his guard. The Maester gave him another reason not to do so an instant later and the SeeD did not question why he moved when logically he had no reason to, when logically he could see that the Maester was not moving into a position of attack, when logically he had no weapons-
Outlaws. Right.
Seymour was too close to Aerith. Squall reasoned his own movement as the need to ensure she would not be disturbed. To ensure Seymour did not decrease their already limited chances and as soon as the Maester turned his gaze on them, Squall was stepping in neatly beside him, bringing his Gunblade up smoothly- because they did not have time for this.
“Wrap things up. Good idea. I suggest you give Aerith some space to do that …” Squall intoned softly in a well practised tone of hard-edged detachment, the flat of the blade nudging at the Maester’s chest evenly, not pushing but simply suggesting he move back a step or two. Or risk getting sliced open.
Nothing more than dispassion darkened cool grey eyes.
Aerith was one of their priorities. Ensuring Aerith do what she was there to do, was one of Squall’s priorities. Civility could be damned. If this Seymour thought Squall would stand by as he interfered, well, Squall would be content to rip a few shreds out of that particular delusion…
As far as Squall was concerned whatever Seymour claimed, he had already proven himself to be a bad ruler. A real ruler would be with the people. Helping the people. Massing a counter attack with whatever forces he would muster. Protecting the injured- Squall felt the tiny surge of distaste rising and quickly squashed it down, casting a glance at Aerith and then upwards as the structure surrounding them in general shook.
Hyne… Squall took a step from the girl and the Maester around the tremor. It would not hold. Was not going to hold. Wrapping it up seemed to be a very good idea. He threw Xenos a quick glance, hoping he had a plan. No. He had a plan. He looked frustrated but in control. Squall blinked at the weight of certainty settling on him. Good. Xenos would lead. Squall would follow. Squall would fight.
Pointedly ignoring the Maester, Squall leaned in slightly, “Aerith,” he murmured, soft but with an undercurrent of urgency. “Whatever it is you’re doing, now might be a good time to finish up.”
If she did not move in the next minute, Squall would haul her over one shoulder and just run for it…
((Hope this is all right. Apologies for the not-being-around-more. Stuff happened. Got a lovely image of Seymour just… poking Xenos’ face there. Even though, as Xenos has insisted, he is not wearing a mask. Apparently no one realises this but him?BTW...still loving that internal script, Xenos…))
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Post by Aerith Gainsborough on Dec 27, 2007 23:24:28 GMT -5
((SO MUCH IS GOING ON GAIZ))
Aerith was so far within her trance that she didn't realize several things that happened at once. First was the heavy hand that rested upon her shoulder, then she opened her eyes and saw the boy Bahamut. The spirit - fayth? summon? - merged with her psyche and could hear his voice in her mind. Was this how it worked in Spira? She didn't have time to examine the differences, nor did she have time to explore this new intimate connection to the summon.
She was still waking from her trance when the floor lurched and she was thrown from her numb knees to the cold stone ground. "I... I've got Bahamut... He's with me." She held her head and willed the odd numbness to pass. "He's in my mind." Wincing, she stood and braced herself against the rolling ground. "What's going on?"
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Post by Xenos on Dec 29, 2007 12:08:51 GMT -5
Xenos grit his teeth. "I don't know. I have to see the outside to be sure, but...." He shook his head. Of all times for this to come around. How could it be possible. There was no way for the Lunar Cry to come here! Not now! A spiritual buzz filled the air and it seemed to the SeeD that this could be nothing but the Lunar Cry.... there was something about this feeling.... He'd never experienced it before, but enough reading....
"I have a vague idea of what's happening, but there's no time to talk about it now. We have to get out out of here and get back to the Castle or we won't have a chance." He drew Chirijiraden with a quick and practiced motion. It was only on rare occasion that Xenos even believed he needed the shorter, secondary blade that remained securely fastened in the triangular base, but this anxiety in his stomach (The same anxiety that was pushing adrenaline through his arms and legs-- telling them to MOVE) was enough of an influence for Xenos to draw even the secondary blade.
He furrowed his brows.... How were they going to get out of this sanctuary? "The only door leads back out to where the monsters are and we can't afford to have them slow us down." Mismatched eyes darted around the room in vain. There was no other exit. If they didn't do something this building was going to come crashing down.... unless they outran it....
"Gravity. We need a Gravity spell to take down this wall." Xenos could do it if it was necessary, but his magic wasn't exactly the strongest, or the most practiced. They needed someone with enough training in the art to take down the wall without effecting the high ceilings.
((Okay! Someone go! Please!!!))
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Tiamat
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Post by Tiamat on Dec 30, 2007 13:26:05 GMT -5
((I'm here. Finally. To save the day, you know, except I can't cast gravity because... I don't have that spell. But I can step on monsters and fly you away.))
Tiamat was passing her time making idle circles in the sky when she received Xenos' command. Without delay (well, with a little delay, as she had no real interest in involving herself in the fray below) she spiraled down to land at the Temple. She hit the ground with a heavy thud and a powerful whoosh of air displaced by her massive body. Tiamat shifted around uncomfortably; it seemed she'd landed on a moderately sized contingent of monsters.
I am here, Xenos. I wait, she growled into his mind. At your leisure, of course.
There were untold numbers of hideous bug monsters swarming the Temple, and, Tiamat assumed, the city as well. She raised herself to rest on her hind legs and scrape bits of iridescent exoskeleton and clingy innards off of her underbelly. More of the monsters were skittering towards her on their spindly legs. "Eager to share the fates of your kin, I see," she laughed, and her laugh was a horrible, barking snarl. They would no doubt be fine sport until Xenos was out of the Temple. Tiamat dropped down onto all four legs, her wide jaws set in a fierce rictus, and her tail swinging in lethal arcs behind her. She would tolerate their attacks and prepare her Dark Flare. Yes, that should take care of most of them.
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Post by Xenos on Jan 5, 2008 12:32:27 GMT -5
((DARK FLARE WOULD WORK! Also, Aerith... I'm going to claim a gravity spell as one of the ones I choose as a villain, okay? I need to update my spells list.))
Upon hearing Timat's reply, Xenos gtir his teeth and his expression set into a resolved, dutiful frown. No one else had anything to break through, he assumed by the silence and as much as he disliked the use of strict magic, there wasn't much of a choice and not much time, either. "Alright," Xenos started. His years as SeeD general glowed in his eyes. Xenos wasn't someone to be ignored and he refused to lose any more of his party members. " I want all of you to find the sturdiest part of the building, but don't move too far...."
Desperately, mismatched eyes searched the ceiling and found what he was looking for. There was a fissure lining a portion of the casted decor. All he needed to do was use that as a weak point and hope tht the building didn't come crashing down around them. Xenos grit his teeth. It was now or never.
"Take cover," he whispered amidst the din of rattling earth and pulled from his fingers and legs the universal power that ran through his veins. Life was the source of magic. It could be pulled from beasts, it could be crystallized and it could be gifted but there was no denying the hum of this unique power. Xenos felt his core dense and darken like a black hole in the center of his being. He closed his eyes and drew on one strand of this, the length stretching and coiling on top of itself like a snake until he threw it from himself towards the target.
It expanded over the fissure like spattered grease and Xenos narrowed his eyes. "Gravija," he commanded and the whole of it collapsed on top of itself. The plaster surrounding was left untouched and, thankfully, the building seemed to hold. For a moment, relief surged through Xenos at an amazing speed and his legs seemed to go numb, then the floor gave another violent shake and he was drawn back to the larger danger at hand. "We have to get out of here. Squall, you and I will lead."
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Post by andheavenburns on Jan 5, 2008 19:30:41 GMT -5
Squall cast his eyes around the mess the situation had become and gave an internal grimace. The building was unstable. It was not going to hold. It was that simple. They could not retrace their steps fast enough. Four of them. He speculated that he could. Alone. But he was not alone, so the concept was discounted The structure was going to collapse and most likely on top of them. They had to move to somewhere safer, or blast free. Perhaps a combination of the two.
Worse still was the low almost vibrational hum that shivered through his skin, right to his bones and Squall knew this was something he had felt once before. It was familiar. It was the ghost ache of a sensation he had thought he would never feel again. It made stormy eyes flicker to the crumbling ceiling and his brow furrow.
That feeling, the familiar feeling, that was the shit hitting the fan, Squall thought distantly.
Unthinkingly he reached out to steady Aerith, shifting his own stance wider to compensate for the trembles. The woman looked unstable on her feet and Squall knew that she would probably not be running anywhere for the moment. He shot a flat look at Xenos, eyes narrowing in silent frustration. Yes, a gravity spell would help. It was not amongst his arsenal however.
His senses screamed at him to stop hesitating and to get moving. Somewhere. Now.
If they found somewhere more stable- centre of the room worked if there was no cover something urged- and he glanced around briefly. Xenos could call on Tiamat to … burst the place open. He had seen Aerith use offensive magic. Healing magic. A protective spell.... Surely she had something?
Then Xenos was moving and at least someone was doing that. Squall realised the man had magic at his disposal after all and ignored the stab of anger that the other SeeD had waited as long as he had to act. He followed Xenos’s gaze for a moment and realising what he was about to do, turned his eyes on Aerith and canted his head towards the wall furthermost from that small crack.
”It’s more stable there,” he offered and taking her arm he escorted her away from Xenos and the tumult to come. Glancing at the Maester, Squall figured he could take care of himself. Not his priority. Not his problem.
The wall wasn’t that much more stable he realised on reaching it. They would have to take what they could get however. Squall shifted in, dropped his blade and braced his arms over the woman- she really was too small to be in this sort of mess, she’d be broken in two…- palms flat against the wall. Protecting Aerith still took precedence. Then he half turned his eyes on Xenos as he brought the place down.
For a moment everything was dust and masonry and a pandemonium of sound around him. It forced him to close his eyes, hold his breath against the weight of dirt in the air. But as soon as it became apparent Xenos had succeeded and they were not dead, Squall was moving from the wall, retrieving his weapon, fighting the urge to cough, pulling Aerith with him and ignoring Xenos’ immediate command all in one. He looked at the woman with cool grey eyes. Again, there was that sense of deja-vu. Brief and insistent. But Squall crushed it ruthlessly.
“Are you injured?” he asked automatically. “Can you run?” They were going to move eitherway, Squall just needed to know if he would be carrying her.
((I was waiting for Seymour! ;o; Is anyone else waiting for Seymour!? And dunno if that was right. I dislike presuming with characters. So arg, and sorry Aerith but it’s what Squall would do? ; I can change it if you like. Also, out of practice with Squall. Naruto is in my head. ; And... does the guy have any spells/can he claim any spells because dude, useless atm~! ))
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Post by Aerith Gainsborough on Jan 10, 2008 3:20:18 GMT -5
((I'm not sure on Tidus/Seymour's activity status. He hasn't played since before the semester ended and it's about to start again. /sigh))
The world felt like it was about to end. Maybe this unstable planet was finally tearing apart at the seams. They were standing at the epicenter and the planet, Spira or otherwise, wasn't telling her anything. Maybe it didn't know itself.
Aerith still hadn't really recovered from her trance, especially to find the world in this chaos. It was unsettling and disorienting to say the least. This was complicated by being out of touch with her body for so long. When Squall grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to shelter, she focused back a little. More when she found that he'd pressed his body close. She knew that he was protecting her. She also knew that this was strictly business. But he was an anchor, someone strong and sure, and they'd worked together for so long. His body heated the leather of his jacket and the cotton of his shirt. It was a warm scent, despite his demeanor and despite the black leather. For a moment she was struck with the idea of burying her head in that fur trim. Though he didn't look at her, Aerith was looking at him. The heavy chain and lion's head waved gently with his breaths. His collarbone was on eye level with the woman. She stared into the dark hollow of his throat because she didn't want to look up. That gentle tilt of her head would betray these thoughts. No, she stared at the flash of his throat as he breathed.
Then Squall moved away. Aerith shook her head and blamed the thoughts on her trance. No, she had to remember that Squall was her bodyguard in the most professional of senses. All the same, hope rose in her chest when a glimmer of familiarity rose on those storm-grey eyes. When it faded, so did that warm bubble. His concern was once again businesslike, distant, and cold. "No, Squall," she said with her hand to her face to filter out the rubble of Xenos' spell. She'd never counted him as a mage, but then again, she'd known stranger people to be magic users. The air was tinged with energy residue and dust. From here, she could see the blood red sky from the hole in the temple wall. The dischordant screeches from outside were not the ones they'd left behind. Those were insectoid chitter. Now, all manner of beasts cried into the night - sinspawn, unnamed monsters, humans. She could feel their souls spinning around in the heavy atmosphere; they wandered aimlessly - lost and afraid and angry... "No, I can run."
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Post by Xenos on Jan 15, 2008 12:05:16 GMT -5
Xenos climbed onto the stones that had fallen from the ceiling and peered, carefully out of the hole. For now, it seemed that the area was clear. He climed up onto the roof and stared at the area around. How was it that nothing had made it up so high? He redrew Chiriji raden and observed the area. Empty. There was nothing. It was as though something was driving the beasts away.... Cold and searing eyes turned up to the sky and he knew what was happening. The red eye on the moon was pulsating and pushing towards them. He grit hit teeth. Why here? Lunatic Pandora was supposed to be in Esthar. "Squall, Aerith, hurry! It's the Lunar Cry."
Red dragons winged towards them and stirred the air with the beating flaps. Other beasts seemed to simply ride on the current. Fish in the sky with dragons.... Xenos couldn't imagine anything stranger, but the simple denied logic frankly scared the shit out of him. There was no time to be frightened. They had to get out of there-- fast!
He offered a hand up to whoever was first out. The ground shuddered. "There's going to be more problems than just the sinspawn soon.
((We can't sit around and wait for Seymour. I hate to be heartless, but if he gets left behind, that's his own problem.))
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