Francis had to give her props for not being so dumb. Though, Francis didn’t really lie, not really. “Miss Shion, what exactly did I lie about? I asked to see my son, did I not? That would also mean for me to know about your…garden. Truly, I did not lie, I just didn’t fully state my intentions right up front.” Francis said as he would see Shion twirl a lock of her long hair between her fingers. She would then state that Michel was strong, good-looking, and a high-ranking member of Utena. “Ah yes, my son is indeed the looker to the ladies, that much I know.” He laughed. He always had known his son to be one to surround himself with beautiful women. If the one in front of him was any indication, then he truly was lucky. “I wish to meet with him. If you do not accept, then I will just have to seek him out myself through other methods.” Francis stated. “So, Shion of Utena, it would do the both of us time and effort to just give me what I want.” He smiled., walking closer to Shion. “Unless, there are other ways I can persuade you.” His right hand lightly caressed her cheek.
He cried and he cried, hearing Nadeline’s screams as she was being raped by the one known as Sylvester. Wesley couldn’t bring himself to even look, but some strange force was making him look and when he would dart his eyes to the let and the right he would see that it was his brother, Sylvester. Wesley’s eyes widened. He just couldn’t believe it. But, that wasn’t the only person there. To his left, he saw his father, Jonathan. He was so confused. Why were there here and why were they forcing him to watch Nadeline get raped? He didn’t understand.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Foolish little brother.”
“You always were the idiot of my three children.”
Wesley didn’t get much out of them. He didn’t even understand. He knew that he was being forced to watch the nasty man that called himself Sylvester rape his beloved with everything he had. Nadeline’s butt being violated and she would cry out in such terror and fear. She looked over to Wesley and she would utter the words “Help me.” in whispered voice as if he couldn’t make out what she said. Wesley tried to speak himself, but he too couldn’t get any sound out. It was like everything he tried to do that was to voice out his regret was fading away. Nothing he did would help her.
Just as Wesley had given up hope, he saw someone come in. His eyes darted to the door and his brother and father, and the false Sylvester went over to it and one man came through the door. This man bore a Gun with a blade on one part of it. As he would slice up the false Sylvester, Nadeline would also look over. Her eyes would widen and then Wesley’s brother was too slain. Wesley’s mouth opened so wide as if to speak, but no volume came out. He heard the screams of his brother being put to death and then his father, with all his might was shot right between the temples and fell to his back in the same instant.
As the man would look to Wesley, the Dalmascan Prince knew who he was. “Grant!” Wesley suddenly had sound come from his mouth. He was amazed, but now his regret and shame took over.
Grant looked to Wesley with such a disgusted look. He walked over to Wesley and spat on his face. “You promised you would protect her, and look at her now! You failed as a fiancé to her, you failed as a friend, and worst of all, you’ve failed as a man.” Grant cruelly said to Wesley.
At this point, Wesley knew Grant was right. He was right and Wesley knew it. He just couldn’t believe how right he was. “You’re right. I failed you, I failed her. I’m not good to anyone.” Wesley said as he started to cry.
Grant turned around in disappointment and faded away. Wesley would look up and he saw Nadeline walk up to him. He didn’t understand. What was this about? How did she get up? She looked at him with sad eyes. “You promised me! You said you would protect me from all harm, even if it would cost you your life.”[b] She said with crying eyes. Nadeline would extend her hand outward, and her rapier would be summoned. She looked at him sad and disappointed. [b]“It’s time to be a man of your word my love..” She raised her rapier and with a slash, blood flew everywhere.
Crying, sulking, feeling so bad for herself — Savayna was in the dirt, laying down. She had nowhere else to go. The fire upon her homeland was burning away any coldness that would bring her peace and warmth(ironic right?). The more the fire ranged on, the more cold she felt. The more she was reminded of her past transgressions, the more Savayna cried her eyes out. There was nothing that could make this moment any worse for. As Savayna would see, she would be proven wrong.
Savayna looked up, and she no longer saw any dirt, she no longer saw any fire burning her village. No, she was in Archadia, in the Emperor’s office. Savayna saw Vincent and she saw herself. What is this? She mentally asked herself. Savayna would inspect closer and she saw that it was the day that Vincent had raped her. She saw herself being forced to strip down, she saw Vincent force her to come near him and she saw that he bent her over his desk, but something different this time. From what she remembered, he didn’t go all the way. He stopped, but this time he didn’t. He actually did it in full force. He could see herself cry and cry out, but no one heard her. Or rather, no one cared to bother to hear her.
She looked further, moving closer and she started crying. The more steps she would be taking, the more her tears would increase and the sounds of her weeping voice would be heard, but from who? She would get right to the desk and the other Savayna(the one getting raped) would look at her.
“You deserve all of this. You did much worse when you were sixteen, so it’s only natural it should happen now.” The other Savayna said as Vincent pounded her ass like ground beef.
Savayna nodded. Her other self was absolutely right. She deserved all of it. She deserved everything from the beatings that Hamut gave her, the countless humiliations that Vincent did to her and every single thing that her so-called friends said to her. She deserved every bit of it. That’s when, as Savayna would want to join Vincent, she heard something call her name. She would turn and for some reason it felt…friendly. She didn’t know what it was, but it made her curious.
All of their words and all of their yelling, Jaakuna knew they were right and he couldn’t stop them from continuing. There was literally nothing that Jaakuna could say or do that would make what he did seem right or justify it. He made Emiri use her powers and now she was gone and frozen in time. There was now a pit of darkness in Jaakuna’s stomach that he now found himself wrapped up in. Soon, that darkness would take physical form and surround him and wash away those who were blaming him. Then, he was teleported to a realm of darkness
Inside of the darkness, Jaakuna heard only his voice and he felt only despair and grief. He was curled up in a ball and repeated the words ‘My fault!” over and over again. This would continue for about five or ten minutes, to which, Jaakuna’s complexion grew paler, and his eyes almost as if he was dead. Jaakuna was lost in his own darkness that he didn’t know what to do, but that was until he heard a voice.
“Do you want to be free?” An echoed, male voice called out to him.
Jaakuna’s head propped up from the ball he was curled up in. “What?” He asked the voice.
“Do you want to be free of the despair that you are feeling?” The voice asked again.
Jaakuna didn’t know what to think about this, but he did want to be free. “Yes, I want this pain to go away.” He answered back crying.
“Good. All you have to do is admit that it was your fault. Admit that you are the poison that causes everyone to die and get hurt.” The voice told him.
Jaakuna wanted to be free and he would do anything. “It’s all my fault. I am the reason all of my friends died, I’m the reason they keep on getting hurt. I am a poison to everyone I know.” Jaakuna admitted loudly to whatever voice he was talking to.
“Good, now repeat the following phrase: Deus unus et verus, suscipio. Unum excipio verus salvator. Custodi praecepta suspicion(I accept the one true god. I accept the one true savior. I accept the Keeper of Precepts).” The voice said.
Jaakuna heard the voice speak and as the phrase was said, it somehow made Jaakuna feel so much better. “Okay here it goes.” Jaakuna said, “Deus unus et verus, suscipio. Unum excipio verus salvator. Custodi praecepta suspicion(I accept the one true god. I accept the one true savior. I accept the Keeper of Precepts).” Jaakuna said.
When he said that one phrase, the darkness was removed. Jaakuna saw his friends and family yelling at him. It was like time stopped in Ivalice and whatever time that elapsed in the Realm of Darkness only seemed like seconds in Ivalice. They would continue say that it was his fault and that he was to blame, but then something happened. The skies went black and in came a black smoke and a laugh that Jaakuna knew all too well. Before he could even let out a word, the smoke entered Jaakuna and in minutes, the black smoke that Jaakuna remembered was inside him. Zodiark was inside him and Jaakuna’s eyes flashed black.
Everyone looked at Jaakuna and they would prepare to fight him. They all drew their weapons, Wesley had his Yagyu Darkblade, Nadeline with her Rapier, Simon with a short sword and dagger known as Twin Heart, Vincent with a long sword known as Terebus Lux(Dark Light), Grant with his Gunblade, and Savayna with her Ice Queen. They all would go towards Jaakuna and prepared to fight, but then multiple tendrils of darkness came from the ground and wrapped around each of them, suspending them into the air. The screams of their fear came from each one of them. Zodiark/Jaakuna would laugh and laugh and laugh until the point that he raised his arms and more tendrils would spout from the ground and they would wrap around every one of their heads. When Jaakuna would clench his hands into fists, all at once, their heads were snapped off of their necks and puddles upon puddles of blood would pour to the ground. It was on that instant that the bodies would be released and topple on top of each other.
“You see Jackson, you are free now. With you as my vessel, there is nothing that we can do.” Zodiark said smiling.
Inside his mind, Jaakuna was in a locked cage, as he was sitting down, knees up, arms around them and opposite of him was Zodiark. Jaakuna raised his head up slightly. “You’re right, Lord Zodiark. You are the one who can save us all.” Jaakuna said, all free will sapped from his voice.
Zodiark smiled and the image of him faded away and Jaakuna lowered his head once more.
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As Mtra spoke about how Michel was a high-ranking member of Utena and that he should be proud. Francis wanted to be proud of his son, but he couldn’t. Or rather, he refused to. His son chose a dark path and only by finding his son and taking him away would Francis be able to save his son. That’s when Mtra would make the mention of a blue flower, well the Blue Rose. Francis raised a brow to this. She was still talking about Utena, as each member seemed to have a title in reference to a flower. She would call this last one unnatural. Francis didn’t understand what she meant, but as he would think about it blue rose petals would dance in the wind and soon would reveal a human shape. As it took form, Francis would see a rather…exotic woman before him. Eyes of the amber shade and blue hair like the rose that was within her hair.
Francis also found this woman quite attractive, but it was probably cause of the gigantic hooters on her. Francis regained his composure of seriousness long enough to hear the woman before him say something about Mtra being no use to him and that’s when Mtra would wink at him. Wait, did she just wink at me? She must like me! DAMN IT! I SHOULD HAVE ASKED HER OUT! STUPID FRANCIS! STUPID STUPID STUPID! While he cursed himself mentally, the woman would say something about plucking a flower from their home. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “You got me all wrong.” He admitted. “I merely wish to speak to my boy, miss…” Francis said,
Wesley was…alive? No, that couldn’t be right, and yet here he was, breathing the air of Ivalice. He sniffed the air and it was so clean. There was a certain freshness about it that made Wesley somehow feel very good, but then he opened up his eyes. The air he smelt was a façade, the freshness he would sniff was false. He was deep underground, chained up. It wasn’t the kind of chain that was metal or even physical. These chains seemed to be purely made of magick. The very touch of them burned his skin. He would look over and he saw Nadeline chained up as well, but something was very wrong.
Wesley saw her clothes ripped up, mainly around the chest and pelvic areas. She was dripping from her lower body, in sweat, in blood, and in some white stuff. The rips in her clothing revealed exposed breats and her privates, she also had cuts around her body, mainly arms and legs. Wesley didn’t know what was going on, but then he would seea man coming in.
The smell of him just reeked of booze and body odor. The man was old, that’s for sure. He had to be at least in his fifties. He was really heavy set. His hair was long, as it came to his shoulders and it had a salt and pepper color scheme going on. In his head was a red bandana over his hair. Wesley saw that his skin was wrinkled, but had a dark tan going on.. Wesley also saw that his eyes were the most god-awful shade of yellow he had ever seen. His teeth shared the same shade. The man was wearing raggedy clothing that were so worn out that holes were showing up all over the place. His white shirt had holes, his black pants had holes, the gloves on his hands had holes, just about everything did.
When the ugly pirate looked at Wesley, he smiled with the most hideous smile that Wesley had seen. He didn’t understand why Wesley was here, he didn’t understand why Nadeline was there chained up and unconscious, and he didn’t understand who the man in front of him was.
“Who are you? Why am I here? Why is she chained up? WHAT’S GOING ON1?” Wesley asked question after question.
At that point, the ugly man just laughed in such a creepy way. “You’re just in time for the show, Wesley of Dalmasca.” He said as his creepy laughed continued.
“Just in time for what?” Wesley asked concerned exactly what he meant by that. “You didn’t tell me who you were though?” Wesley asked again.
The man smiled even more. “You can just call me Sylvester.” His creepy laugh took full effect once more.
Wesley didn’t understand. Was this man his brother? No, that wasn’t right. His brother was nothing like this man, he was older than Wesley, but only about seven or ten years. He was nowhere the age this man appeared to be. “Okay, Sylvester, why don’t you just let us go? We have done nothing to you.” Wesley pleaded with Sylvester.
He just smiled. Sylvester had just smiled and laughed. “I know, Wesley of Dalmasca, but that doesn’t change anything~” He said in a cheery, creepy voice. “Now, just relax Prince, this will be quite the show.”
The man known as Sylvester turned his attention to Nadeline and licking his chops. He would stroke her hair with his greasy, dirty, repulsive, disgusting hands. This triggered anger on Wesley’s face. “DON’T YOU TOUCH HER!” Wesley yelled out.
Sylvester would look over to Wesley, chops still being licked. He would laugh so creepily. Though, his gaze would go back to Nadeline, touching her locks with his hands. He would sniff her hair, then sniff her face, and continue this all the way down her body, crouching as he did so. Wesley could only watch in horror. Sylvester would then proceed to grope Nadeline all over her body. He would take his fingers and run them gently across her breasts, between them, around them, and then squeeze them. All the while he was looking to Wesley as if wanting him to make sure he was watching. Sylvester would then motion his body behind Nadeline. He would start to lick her neck and Nadeline was starting to come to.
‘W-Wesley? What’s going on?” She said as her eyes would start to open and she saw Wesley across her view. She definitely felt the touching and licking of her body and as she would trail her gaze over to what was behind her, she saw some dirty old man. A shriek of terror and fear was released from her mouth. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? STOP IT!” She cried out, but Sylvester just laughed and would grope Nadeline more and more and he would even run a few of his big, dirty fingers along her pelvic area and inside her. Nadeline screamed out, she would wiggle, but that wouldn’t help any. She was chained up and all she could do was suffer from it.
Wesley was mortified. He had to look away, but he couldn’t. It was like something was forcing him to look at what that Sylvester guy was doing to his fiancée. Wesley was just so horrified. He couldn’t help her, he couldn’t save her. There was just nothing that he could do but watch in the terror that Nadeline — the light of his life — was getting raped. Wesley found himself crying. His tears flowing down his face, and hitting the ground. Multiple tears were falling and Wesley let out crying noises. “Nadeline, I’m so sorry. I can’t help you. I’m so sorry. I’m just so sorry..”
Where am I?
Savayna was lying in the snow. She was shivering, but as she would look around, she would see a familiar view. She was in her homeland of Snowfall Village in the country of Nevicata. She saw it was the same as when she last lived in it. The snow was all over, but the river that ran through the entire village was unfrozen. It was as if she never left it, but she clearly remembered it being destroyed by the Archadian Empire right after her wedding to Jaakuna. So, what happened? She remembered being in Nabudis.
Savayna would walk over the bridge and something made her want to stop. She looked into the clear waters, and she saw herself, but a younger version of herself. Like, a twelve-year-old version of herself. She remembers now. Savayna was somehow teleported back in time and to the exact day that she was shipped off to Archadia to meet Jaakuna. Savayna really couldn’t believe it. She was so happy that she was dancing in the snow, even as snowflakes would drop from the sky, she twirled around, laughing, and just so happy.
And then everything went dark.
The icy-blue clouds and flakes of snow were gone. She saw red and black skies, fire all around her village and she would look back into the water and saw herself as she was in the present: at the age of twenty-four. Savayna didn’t understand, so she walked to her old home, but as she did so, she looked around the village, and there was blood. It was a massacre. Her mouth led out a scream. It was because of one person she saw. Her father getting killed and by who? Judge Hamut. His Mega Flare sword impaled her father. She didn’t feel anything else but sadness. She ran over to her father, and as she did, she passed right through Hamut and her father. Savayna was so confused, but her eyes were full of tears, she just couldn’t focus on her confusion. As she would cry out for her father, she saw a few familiar faces.
[b]‘Wesley…Jaakuna…Emiri..” She looked on as they would appear around her, “Nadeline…Grant…Vincent…”
She looked at them with happy eyes, but then they turned their backs on her, and each gave her a look. “What are you doing guys? It’s me, your friend Savayna.” She said crying to them.
“Who said we were ever friends with you?” WEsley said.
“You’re just a whore.” Vincent said.
“You almost killed me on several occasions.” JAakuna stated.
“You almost killed me!” Emiri added in.
“You’re a slut and no one likes a slut.” Nadeline said.
Everyone would speak and she heard it all. The tears, the shame — all of hit was so over face that it literally shattered her into pieces. “Grant, you don’t feel the same, right? I mean, you’re not like them. You love me!” Savayna would plead with him, grabbing his hand and he smacked it away.
“You’re a dirty, filthy slut. You actually thought I loved you? You’re cheaper than a one-gil whore and I’m of royalty! I could never love a piece of trash like you.” Grant said cruelly.
Savayna’s world was now torn. She felt her heart pumping, but not in the good way. She was on her knees and she couldn’t feel anything. Everything they said was true. From the fact that she tried to kill Jaakuna and Emiri to the harsh reality that she was a whore. She did fuck a lot of guys in her time, so of course no one would want anything to do with her. “You’re all right. I am nothing but a whore — a good-for-nothing whore who deserves every bit of this.” Savayna smiled at how pathetic she was.
Savayna looked up and saw her father walking towards her. When he got right next to her, he knelt down to her eye level. He took his hand and lifted her head up. Savayna would look at him with wonder and an anger of complete disgrace took over him. “You make me sick! To think, the daughter that I once showed off to the world is no better than a street whore!” He said as he would walk away.
As he would, the others would as well. Jaakuna walked away, Emiri walked away, Nadeline walked away, Wesley walked away, Vincent walked away, and Grant walked away. They all walked away and faded out. Savayna found herself crying on the dirt that she felt that she belonged on.
“We are here to commemorate the crowning of our new Emperor, Jackson Tunick Darcone, the rightful heir to the throne!” The Grand Magister said.
Sitting upon the throne was Jaakuna. There were several chairs lined up as he saw. There were his two brothers, his cousin, all of his friends, and his darling beloved, Emiri. He also saw his Father and mother. Both smiling, both so happy for their son. Vincent was even so happy for his brother, Roman was as well. Everything seemed so right. Jaakuna was about to be crowned. He closed his eyes and counted to three.
One…
Two…
Three….
He opened them and everything changed. He was no longer in the Grand Cathedral, he no longer saw his family sitting in the front. He wasn’t even in the building. He was in the emperors office, sitting beside his brother Vincent. His father stood in front of them. Jaakuna remembered this moment. This was where he thought he killed his father, but something was off. His father was standing there, but was already dead. Vincent was sitting there, but had a dagger in his chest. Jaakuna stood up and soon blood starting pour from his clothes. He looked around and he saw dead bodies. He was mortified.
Jaakuna wouldn’t be so horrified if it wasn’t for the fact of who the bodies belonged to. He saw Nadeline, Wesley, Grant, Roman, Savayna, and his mother. They were all dead, scattered about and Jaakuna didn’t understand, but he didn’t need to. They were all dead and he felt like he was to blame.
“EMRI!” Jaakuna cried out.
In through the door, Emiri came, dressed in a single white dress and white shoes. It was pure just like her. She just walked around the dead bodies and hugged Jaakuna. The two of them held each other for a few minutes without saying a single word. She would look at him, stroke his face, and they would kiss, grabbing each other, but Jaakuna broke free. “Can you do it?” He asked her.
She looked over at all the dead bodies. “I sure can! Just give me a few minutes!” Emiri cheerfully said.
She would look to the dead bodies. She first looked to Nadeline. “Oh dear, what have we here?” She said as she placed a finger on Nadeline’s forehead and she reverted time to heal Nadeline. She would wake up and stand up as well. Emiri would then go to Grant, and the same thing happened to him. She would go to Savayna, Wesley, Vincent, Jaakuna’s Mother, and Simon. Everyone was alive. They all were hugging Emiri, but she would soon fade away in a matter of seconds. “I’m sorry Jaakuna, but it seems that I overused my powers. Goodbye my love…”
When Jaakuna saw her fade away, his world was lost. He couldn’t believe it. No, he could believe it, but Jaakuna wanted his friends and family back, but at what cost/ Emiri used her powers too much in such little time and now she was gone from this world for good. Jaakuna fell to the ground, soaking his clothes in crimson blood. He cried and cried and then through the door in a loud bust, Justine came in.
“YOU PROMISED ME JAAKUNA! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T LET HER USE HER POWERS ANYMORE!” As Jusitne said that, everyone would corner Jaakuna.
At the same time and in repetition, they repeated “IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT1”
Jaakuna shook his head, he held his head and repeated “no, no, no”, but the volume of the others’ telling him that it was his fault overtook his own repetition. Jaakuna was crying and he found himself agreeing with everyone. “You’re right, it’s my fault. It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry Emiri — I just wanted my friends and family back — I didn’t want you to die. Please forgive me.” Jaakuna just kept on saying that in succession of it all.
Francis also found this woman quite attractive, but it was probably cause of the gigantic hooters on her. Francis regained his composure of seriousness long enough to hear the woman before him say something about Mtra being no use to him and that’s when Mtra would wink at him. Wait, did she just wink at me? She must like me! DAMN IT! I SHOULD HAVE ASKED HER OUT! STUPID FRANCIS! STUPID STUPID STUPID! While he cursed himself mentally, the woman would say something about plucking a flower from their home. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “You got me all wrong.” He admitted. “I merely wish to speak to my boy, miss…” Francis said,
Wesley was…alive? No, that couldn’t be right, and yet here he was, breathing the air of Ivalice. He sniffed the air and it was so clean. There was a certain freshness about it that made Wesley somehow feel very good, but then he opened up his eyes. The air he smelt was a façade, the freshness he would sniff was false. He was deep underground, chained up. It wasn’t the kind of chain that was metal or even physical. These chains seemed to be purely made of magick. The very touch of them burned his skin. He would look over and he saw Nadeline chained up as well, but something was very wrong.
Wesley saw her clothes ripped up, mainly around the chest and pelvic areas. She was dripping from her lower body, in sweat, in blood, and in some white stuff. The rips in her clothing revealed exposed breats and her privates, she also had cuts around her body, mainly arms and legs. Wesley didn’t know what was going on, but then he would seea man coming in.
The smell of him just reeked of booze and body odor. The man was old, that’s for sure. He had to be at least in his fifties. He was really heavy set. His hair was long, as it came to his shoulders and it had a salt and pepper color scheme going on. In his head was a red bandana over his hair. Wesley saw that his skin was wrinkled, but had a dark tan going on.. Wesley also saw that his eyes were the most god-awful shade of yellow he had ever seen. His teeth shared the same shade. The man was wearing raggedy clothing that were so worn out that holes were showing up all over the place. His white shirt had holes, his black pants had holes, the gloves on his hands had holes, just about everything did.
When the ugly pirate looked at Wesley, he smiled with the most hideous smile that Wesley had seen. He didn’t understand why Wesley was here, he didn’t understand why Nadeline was there chained up and unconscious, and he didn’t understand who the man in front of him was.
“Who are you? Why am I here? Why is she chained up? WHAT’S GOING ON1?” Wesley asked question after question.
At that point, the ugly man just laughed in such a creepy way. “You’re just in time for the show, Wesley of Dalmasca.” He said as his creepy laughed continued.
“Just in time for what?” Wesley asked concerned exactly what he meant by that. “You didn’t tell me who you were though?” Wesley asked again.
The man smiled even more. “You can just call me Sylvester.” His creepy laugh took full effect once more.
Wesley didn’t understand. Was this man his brother? No, that wasn’t right. His brother was nothing like this man, he was older than Wesley, but only about seven or ten years. He was nowhere the age this man appeared to be. “Okay, Sylvester, why don’t you just let us go? We have done nothing to you.” Wesley pleaded with Sylvester.
He just smiled. Sylvester had just smiled and laughed. “I know, Wesley of Dalmasca, but that doesn’t change anything~” He said in a cheery, creepy voice. “Now, just relax Prince, this will be quite the show.”
The man known as Sylvester turned his attention to Nadeline and licking his chops. He would stroke her hair with his greasy, dirty, repulsive, disgusting hands. This triggered anger on Wesley’s face. “DON’T YOU TOUCH HER!” Wesley yelled out.
Sylvester would look over to Wesley, chops still being licked. He would laugh so creepily. Though, his gaze would go back to Nadeline, touching her locks with his hands. He would sniff her hair, then sniff her face, and continue this all the way down her body, crouching as he did so. Wesley could only watch in horror. Sylvester would then proceed to grope Nadeline all over her body. He would take his fingers and run them gently across her breasts, between them, around them, and then squeeze them. All the while he was looking to Wesley as if wanting him to make sure he was watching. Sylvester would then motion his body behind Nadeline. He would start to lick her neck and Nadeline was starting to come to.
‘W-Wesley? What’s going on?” She said as her eyes would start to open and she saw Wesley across her view. She definitely felt the touching and licking of her body and as she would trail her gaze over to what was behind her, she saw some dirty old man. A shriek of terror and fear was released from her mouth. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? STOP IT!” She cried out, but Sylvester just laughed and would grope Nadeline more and more and he would even run a few of his big, dirty fingers along her pelvic area and inside her. Nadeline screamed out, she would wiggle, but that wouldn’t help any. She was chained up and all she could do was suffer from it.
Wesley was mortified. He had to look away, but he couldn’t. It was like something was forcing him to look at what that Sylvester guy was doing to his fiancée. Wesley was just so horrified. He couldn’t help her, he couldn’t save her. There was just nothing that he could do but watch in the terror that Nadeline — the light of his life — was getting raped. Wesley found himself crying. His tears flowing down his face, and hitting the ground. Multiple tears were falling and Wesley let out crying noises. “Nadeline, I’m so sorry. I can’t help you. I’m so sorry. I’m just so sorry..”
Where am I?
Savayna was lying in the snow. She was shivering, but as she would look around, she would see a familiar view. She was in her homeland of Snowfall Village in the country of Nevicata. She saw it was the same as when she last lived in it. The snow was all over, but the river that ran through the entire village was unfrozen. It was as if she never left it, but she clearly remembered it being destroyed by the Archadian Empire right after her wedding to Jaakuna. So, what happened? She remembered being in Nabudis.
Savayna would walk over the bridge and something made her want to stop. She looked into the clear waters, and she saw herself, but a younger version of herself. Like, a twelve-year-old version of herself. She remembers now. Savayna was somehow teleported back in time and to the exact day that she was shipped off to Archadia to meet Jaakuna. Savayna really couldn’t believe it. She was so happy that she was dancing in the snow, even as snowflakes would drop from the sky, she twirled around, laughing, and just so happy.
And then everything went dark.
The icy-blue clouds and flakes of snow were gone. She saw red and black skies, fire all around her village and she would look back into the water and saw herself as she was in the present: at the age of twenty-four. Savayna didn’t understand, so she walked to her old home, but as she did so, she looked around the village, and there was blood. It was a massacre. Her mouth led out a scream. It was because of one person she saw. Her father getting killed and by who? Judge Hamut. His Mega Flare sword impaled her father. She didn’t feel anything else but sadness. She ran over to her father, and as she did, she passed right through Hamut and her father. Savayna was so confused, but her eyes were full of tears, she just couldn’t focus on her confusion. As she would cry out for her father, she saw a few familiar faces.
[b]‘Wesley…Jaakuna…Emiri..” She looked on as they would appear around her, “Nadeline…Grant…Vincent…”
She looked at them with happy eyes, but then they turned their backs on her, and each gave her a look. “What are you doing guys? It’s me, your friend Savayna.” She said crying to them.
“Who said we were ever friends with you?” WEsley said.
“You’re just a whore.” Vincent said.
“You almost killed me on several occasions.” JAakuna stated.
“You almost killed me!” Emiri added in.
“You’re a slut and no one likes a slut.” Nadeline said.
Everyone would speak and she heard it all. The tears, the shame — all of hit was so over face that it literally shattered her into pieces. “Grant, you don’t feel the same, right? I mean, you’re not like them. You love me!” Savayna would plead with him, grabbing his hand and he smacked it away.
“You’re a dirty, filthy slut. You actually thought I loved you? You’re cheaper than a one-gil whore and I’m of royalty! I could never love a piece of trash like you.” Grant said cruelly.
Savayna’s world was now torn. She felt her heart pumping, but not in the good way. She was on her knees and she couldn’t feel anything. Everything they said was true. From the fact that she tried to kill Jaakuna and Emiri to the harsh reality that she was a whore. She did fuck a lot of guys in her time, so of course no one would want anything to do with her. “You’re all right. I am nothing but a whore — a good-for-nothing whore who deserves every bit of this.” Savayna smiled at how pathetic she was.
Savayna looked up and saw her father walking towards her. When he got right next to her, he knelt down to her eye level. He took his hand and lifted her head up. Savayna would look at him with wonder and an anger of complete disgrace took over him. “You make me sick! To think, the daughter that I once showed off to the world is no better than a street whore!” He said as he would walk away.
As he would, the others would as well. Jaakuna walked away, Emiri walked away, Nadeline walked away, Wesley walked away, Vincent walked away, and Grant walked away. They all walked away and faded out. Savayna found herself crying on the dirt that she felt that she belonged on.
“We are here to commemorate the crowning of our new Emperor, Jackson Tunick Darcone, the rightful heir to the throne!” The Grand Magister said.
Sitting upon the throne was Jaakuna. There were several chairs lined up as he saw. There were his two brothers, his cousin, all of his friends, and his darling beloved, Emiri. He also saw his Father and mother. Both smiling, both so happy for their son. Vincent was even so happy for his brother, Roman was as well. Everything seemed so right. Jaakuna was about to be crowned. He closed his eyes and counted to three.
One…
Two…
Three….
He opened them and everything changed. He was no longer in the Grand Cathedral, he no longer saw his family sitting in the front. He wasn’t even in the building. He was in the emperors office, sitting beside his brother Vincent. His father stood in front of them. Jaakuna remembered this moment. This was where he thought he killed his father, but something was off. His father was standing there, but was already dead. Vincent was sitting there, but had a dagger in his chest. Jaakuna stood up and soon blood starting pour from his clothes. He looked around and he saw dead bodies. He was mortified.
Jaakuna wouldn’t be so horrified if it wasn’t for the fact of who the bodies belonged to. He saw Nadeline, Wesley, Grant, Roman, Savayna, and his mother. They were all dead, scattered about and Jaakuna didn’t understand, but he didn’t need to. They were all dead and he felt like he was to blame.
“EMRI!” Jaakuna cried out.
In through the door, Emiri came, dressed in a single white dress and white shoes. It was pure just like her. She just walked around the dead bodies and hugged Jaakuna. The two of them held each other for a few minutes without saying a single word. She would look at him, stroke his face, and they would kiss, grabbing each other, but Jaakuna broke free. “Can you do it?” He asked her.
She looked over at all the dead bodies. “I sure can! Just give me a few minutes!” Emiri cheerfully said.
She would look to the dead bodies. She first looked to Nadeline. “Oh dear, what have we here?” She said as she placed a finger on Nadeline’s forehead and she reverted time to heal Nadeline. She would wake up and stand up as well. Emiri would then go to Grant, and the same thing happened to him. She would go to Savayna, Wesley, Vincent, Jaakuna’s Mother, and Simon. Everyone was alive. They all were hugging Emiri, but she would soon fade away in a matter of seconds. “I’m sorry Jaakuna, but it seems that I overused my powers. Goodbye my love…”
When Jaakuna saw her fade away, his world was lost. He couldn’t believe it. No, he could believe it, but Jaakuna wanted his friends and family back, but at what cost/ Emiri used her powers too much in such little time and now she was gone from this world for good. Jaakuna fell to the ground, soaking his clothes in crimson blood. He cried and cried and then through the door in a loud bust, Justine came in.
“YOU PROMISED ME JAAKUNA! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T LET HER USE HER POWERS ANYMORE!” As Jusitne said that, everyone would corner Jaakuna.
At the same time and in repetition, they repeated “IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT1”
Jaakuna shook his head, he held his head and repeated “no, no, no”, but the volume of the others’ telling him that it was his fault overtook his own repetition. Jaakuna was crying and he found himself agreeing with everyone. “You’re right, it’s my fault. It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry Emiri — I just wanted my friends and family back — I didn’t want you to die. Please forgive me.” Jaakuna just kept on saying that in succession of it all.
A happy weekend indeed. :D And the posts were wonderful. :D
The Viera spoke of flowers and roses and how sometimes different flowers have their own different thorns. She also spoke in such riddles in the sense that Francis seemed to get their attention by asking about Utena. Francis didn’t understand much what she said, but she would then bring up the fact that if he wanted to speak to Michel, he should go ask him, but then she would point out that if he could, he wouldn’t be in The Wood seeking answers. Francis smiled at that.
Francis would look at the Viera and pressed the side of his helmet and showed his face. “I wish to know two things.” He said and he would raise up his hand and show one finger. [b]“Number one, I wish to know if what Levi said was true about my son being in the group Utena.” He said as he pointed up his middle finger(index finger still up). “Number two, I wish to know anything and everything you know about Utena, that ranges from where they can be located and where they are gathered right now.” Francis said as he stared at the Viera sternly. He, however, found himself physically attracted to this Viera. It might just be the lack of clothing or just the way she kept on flipping her hair. Oh the gods, how his wife used to do that and it turned him on so much.
When they entered the Necrohol of Nabudis, everyone no doubt felt the intensity of the mist around. It definitely had that creepy vibe going about it. Everywhere they would look, they would no doubt be reminded of how the mist was in Giruvegan, as it was difficult to see anything and even when they did, the only amount of visibility that they had was right in front of them. The darkness didn’t help much either. Even if a few members of the group were wearing lightly-colored clothing, they would have a tough time barely seeing what was in front of them. Continuing more down the path that they were on, all of them heard the wind. It was ominous, it was spooky, and it was just totally out of place. Jaakuna found himself looking at a direction, Wesley also did, but a different one, and the same went for Savayna. This caused the group to stop and it only got worse from there on out.
Nadeline would call out something about the floor and before Wesley knew it, him and Grant were being pulled into the ground by some shadow. “Damn it!” Wesley said as he tried to tug himself up in some way, he even took out his Yagyu Darkblade and would stab at the ground, but no good. The shadows seemed to be unharmed by anything of the physical kind. Wesley was about to use his magick, but he would get to the point where he couldn’t precisely triangulate where to shoot his magick at. He also didn’t want to hit Grant by accident. He didn’t like this at all. Wesley looked up to Nadeline, seeing she was also being pulled in. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t my promise..” Wesley would say as he sunk into the darkness.
Savayna also felt something pull on her and just as she heard the screams of Grant, Wesley, and Nadeline, she looked at her arm. There were shadow arms pulling her up. She tried to wiggle out of the grip, but that only seemed to make the grip tighter and tighter. “Shit shit shit!” She repeated over and over again. She was about a good five feet in the air and by then, more arms grabbed around her neck, legs, and waist. She was fully constricted by these shadow arms and she couldn’t do anything about it. Her head would turn over and her eyes looked to Grant, a tear falling from them as she was consumed into the ceiling darkness.
Jaakuna definitely noticed that everyone was getting grabbed and he would hear Grant yell out something about the walls, but Jaakuna also was too late to notice it. Arms of darkness would grab Jaakuna and pull him with immense force into the wall behind him. He would resist to be pulled in any deeper. He saw that Emiri was also getting pulled in. He would reach his arm out, trying to get free, but one of the shadow arms would grab his own and slowly he sank into the darkness. “EMIRI!!!” Jaakuna’s only word as he was the last one to sink into the darkness.
Francis would look at the Viera and pressed the side of his helmet and showed his face. “I wish to know two things.” He said and he would raise up his hand and show one finger. [b]“Number one, I wish to know if what Levi said was true about my son being in the group Utena.” He said as he pointed up his middle finger(index finger still up). “Number two, I wish to know anything and everything you know about Utena, that ranges from where they can be located and where they are gathered right now.” Francis said as he stared at the Viera sternly. He, however, found himself physically attracted to this Viera. It might just be the lack of clothing or just the way she kept on flipping her hair. Oh the gods, how his wife used to do that and it turned him on so much.
When they entered the Necrohol of Nabudis, everyone no doubt felt the intensity of the mist around. It definitely had that creepy vibe going about it. Everywhere they would look, they would no doubt be reminded of how the mist was in Giruvegan, as it was difficult to see anything and even when they did, the only amount of visibility that they had was right in front of them. The darkness didn’t help much either. Even if a few members of the group were wearing lightly-colored clothing, they would have a tough time barely seeing what was in front of them. Continuing more down the path that they were on, all of them heard the wind. It was ominous, it was spooky, and it was just totally out of place. Jaakuna found himself looking at a direction, Wesley also did, but a different one, and the same went for Savayna. This caused the group to stop and it only got worse from there on out.
Nadeline would call out something about the floor and before Wesley knew it, him and Grant were being pulled into the ground by some shadow. “Damn it!” Wesley said as he tried to tug himself up in some way, he even took out his Yagyu Darkblade and would stab at the ground, but no good. The shadows seemed to be unharmed by anything of the physical kind. Wesley was about to use his magick, but he would get to the point where he couldn’t precisely triangulate where to shoot his magick at. He also didn’t want to hit Grant by accident. He didn’t like this at all. Wesley looked up to Nadeline, seeing she was also being pulled in. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t my promise..” Wesley would say as he sunk into the darkness.
Savayna also felt something pull on her and just as she heard the screams of Grant, Wesley, and Nadeline, she looked at her arm. There were shadow arms pulling her up. She tried to wiggle out of the grip, but that only seemed to make the grip tighter and tighter. “Shit shit shit!” She repeated over and over again. She was about a good five feet in the air and by then, more arms grabbed around her neck, legs, and waist. She was fully constricted by these shadow arms and she couldn’t do anything about it. Her head would turn over and her eyes looked to Grant, a tear falling from them as she was consumed into the ceiling darkness.
Jaakuna definitely noticed that everyone was getting grabbed and he would hear Grant yell out something about the walls, but Jaakuna also was too late to notice it. Arms of darkness would grab Jaakuna and pull him with immense force into the wall behind him. He would resist to be pulled in any deeper. He saw that Emiri was also getting pulled in. He would reach his arm out, trying to get free, but one of the shadow arms would grab his own and slowly he sank into the darkness. “EMIRI!!!” Jaakuna’s only word as he was the last one to sink into the darkness.
As the two Viera would look to the in the silver attire(if one could call it that) and they would just walk past Francis, completely ignoring him. They would open up the pathway that would lead to their village. Francis couldn’t help but notice it and see a light at the end of the pathway. Francis would just release a slight sigh of surprise. That’s when the one that stayed behind would circle around Francis and just call him a lapdog. He took offense to that.
“Actually, I’m called The Golden Wolf, thank you very much.” He proudly corrected her on that. She would then ask him what he really was at the Viera Village of Eruyt for. He chuckled as she probably knew he wasn’t here for the news about Zodiark, though he would press on that afterwards. “You caught me. I am actually here for information about a group known as Utena.” He said. “I heard from Levi that you might know something about them, but more specifically, my son, Michelangelo Von Sicarius.” He said.
The cheers and pats to Savayna(once again) proceeded for a few minutes, but that was until Nadeline suggested they head on their journey to Nabudis. Everyone nodded and on they went. They would cross the bridge that connected the Grand Bower to the Corridor of Ages. Once they made it through that, and killing monsters when they would appear, the group would come to the entrance of the Necrohol of Nabudis. Even without being in the actual location, they could feel the intensity of the mist from it.
They would walk through the entrance and there they were in Nabudis. Wesley was feeling so angry right now. Just looking at this place he felt just as bit as angry as he was talking about it, perhaps a little more. Yes, it truly was a lot more than he thought it would be. “Can’t believe after all these years, I would be back here.” Wesley said as he definitely didn't want to be back in Nabudis, but he knew he had to so that they could get Chaos before anyone else would..
“Actually, I’m called The Golden Wolf, thank you very much.” He proudly corrected her on that. She would then ask him what he really was at the Viera Village of Eruyt for. He chuckled as she probably knew he wasn’t here for the news about Zodiark, though he would press on that afterwards. “You caught me. I am actually here for information about a group known as Utena.” He said. “I heard from Levi that you might know something about them, but more specifically, my son, Michelangelo Von Sicarius.” He said.
The cheers and pats to Savayna(once again) proceeded for a few minutes, but that was until Nadeline suggested they head on their journey to Nabudis. Everyone nodded and on they went. They would cross the bridge that connected the Grand Bower to the Corridor of Ages. Once they made it through that, and killing monsters when they would appear, the group would come to the entrance of the Necrohol of Nabudis. Even without being in the actual location, they could feel the intensity of the mist from it.
They would walk through the entrance and there they were in Nabudis. Wesley was feeling so angry right now. Just looking at this place he felt just as bit as angry as he was talking about it, perhaps a little more. Yes, it truly was a lot more than he thought it would be. “Can’t believe after all these years, I would be back here.” Wesley said as he definitely didn't want to be back in Nabudis, but he knew he had to so that they could get Chaos before anyone else would..
As Francis would wait for any Viera to show themselves to him, he heard a rather odd, yet feminine voice from behind him. When he turned around, he saw three Viera, two of them bearing bows ready for attack. Francis would instantly put his hands up as if not posing any harm. The one who placed her hand on her hip would wave her hand. Francis had seen enough groups of people to know that she was most likely the leader. Plus, Fracnis just got that vibe from her. As they would place their bows upon their backs, one would cross her arms on her chest and the other would flip her hair. One would say that the Viera were popular as of late and the other would mention something about the Keeper of Precepts.
When Francis would hear that, he raised an eyebrow. He knew not what that one meant. “Keeper of Precepts? That’s Zodiark right?” Francis said, “I know a thing or two about the Esper myths. “Francis admitted, “but I am here for another reason. A colleague of mine sent me here to seek out someone whom she has gone to for information. “ Francis said treading carefully as he did.
When Jaakuna, Savayna, and Wesley had all successfully dodged the King Bomb coming in for a full-body tackle, he would see that while Nadeline would use a protect spell to avoid any damage from the King Bomb, Grant and Emiri worked together to utilize an attack. Grant would toss a few bombs from his Handbomb into the air and Jaakuna knew that based on the quickness of the attack, Emiri used her power. Jaakuna definitely noticed the pain surging through her head. Damn it Emiri! Jaakuna mentally yelled to himself.
After the attack that Emiri and Grant did to the King Bomb injured it a bit, Nadeline would cast Hastega beneath herself, Wesley, Jaakuna, and Savayna. Jaakuna could feel his reflexes being multiplied by almost ten times what it was at normal speeds, and his speed was increased just as much. Wesley and Savayna felt the same thing. The three of them would rush to the King Bomb. Jaakuna would run on the left of it, Wesley to the right, and Savayna in the air. Jaakuna would distract it by shouting at it, Wesley would fire Holyra at it, damaging it in moderation. All the while that was happening, Savayna was above it, arms crossed, and eyes closed.
As Savayna floated above the King Bomb, she would surround herself in a unique form of Mist that took the form of white and icy-blue. The mist wasn’t like any regular kind of mist. It was chilling the air and eventually it would start to extend its reach to the King Bomb. By this time, Jaakuna had waved Wesley to get away. He knew exactly knew what was going to happen. Savayna would uncross her arms and out flew the mist in a five foot circumference. The ice would freeze the King Bomb where it floated. Opening her eyes, Savayna spoke. “Stillbite Frost!” As she said that, the King Bomb became crystallized and she would descend gently, slowly taking her Ice Queen sword and slicing down the King Bomb. The total amount of one minute would occur and as she touched ground, two halves of the King Bomb crashed down to the floor. As soon as that happened, the area that was frozen soon melted away.
In shock and awe, Wesley couldn’t believe it, but Jaakuna smirked. “Been a while since I’ve seen that from ya.” Jaakuna said as he walked over to Savayna and high-fived her. She smirked as well. “Well you guys were taking too long.” She said returning Jaakuna’s high-five with her own.
When Francis would hear that, he raised an eyebrow. He knew not what that one meant. “Keeper of Precepts? That’s Zodiark right?” Francis said, “I know a thing or two about the Esper myths. “Francis admitted, “but I am here for another reason. A colleague of mine sent me here to seek out someone whom she has gone to for information. “ Francis said treading carefully as he did.
When Jaakuna, Savayna, and Wesley had all successfully dodged the King Bomb coming in for a full-body tackle, he would see that while Nadeline would use a protect spell to avoid any damage from the King Bomb, Grant and Emiri worked together to utilize an attack. Grant would toss a few bombs from his Handbomb into the air and Jaakuna knew that based on the quickness of the attack, Emiri used her power. Jaakuna definitely noticed the pain surging through her head. Damn it Emiri! Jaakuna mentally yelled to himself.
After the attack that Emiri and Grant did to the King Bomb injured it a bit, Nadeline would cast Hastega beneath herself, Wesley, Jaakuna, and Savayna. Jaakuna could feel his reflexes being multiplied by almost ten times what it was at normal speeds, and his speed was increased just as much. Wesley and Savayna felt the same thing. The three of them would rush to the King Bomb. Jaakuna would run on the left of it, Wesley to the right, and Savayna in the air. Jaakuna would distract it by shouting at it, Wesley would fire Holyra at it, damaging it in moderation. All the while that was happening, Savayna was above it, arms crossed, and eyes closed.
As Savayna floated above the King Bomb, she would surround herself in a unique form of Mist that took the form of white and icy-blue. The mist wasn’t like any regular kind of mist. It was chilling the air and eventually it would start to extend its reach to the King Bomb. By this time, Jaakuna had waved Wesley to get away. He knew exactly knew what was going to happen. Savayna would uncross her arms and out flew the mist in a five foot circumference. The ice would freeze the King Bomb where it floated. Opening her eyes, Savayna spoke. “Stillbite Frost!” As she said that, the King Bomb became crystallized and she would descend gently, slowly taking her Ice Queen sword and slicing down the King Bomb. The total amount of one minute would occur and as she touched ground, two halves of the King Bomb crashed down to the floor. As soon as that happened, the area that was frozen soon melted away.
In shock and awe, Wesley couldn’t believe it, but Jaakuna smirked. “Been a while since I’ve seen that from ya.” Jaakuna said as he walked over to Savayna and high-fived her. She smirked as well. “Well you guys were taking too long.” She said returning Jaakuna’s high-five with her own.
Once they had landed in the Salikawood, they would move on from the Quietened Trance. Crossing a bridge, the sounds of footsteps on wood was heard. It was like an army marching through wooden plates. They would then come to a clearing and everything seemed just a little too quiet. Jaakuna sniffed the air and he smelt something burning. It was probable oil or some kind of burning substance. A minute later, there were some beasts that came to the area, but they were different from any monster that Jaakuna, Savayna, and Wesley remember being in the Salikawood.
The majority of those that appeared were Bombs, but the much larger one amongst them was the King Bomb. Jaakuna remembers hearing about these beasts from hunters and bounty hunters. They said that the King Bomb was a really tough opponent and that killing it would be difficult. Jaakuna gulped, but then took out his Vengeance Daggers. He took a fighting stance and as did Savayna and Wesley.
Savayna knew her mastery over Water Magick would come in handy, so using her ice to glide her into the air, she, well glided over to smash some of the Bombs into dust. Her sword would hit one, and split it in half. She would flip her body and axe kick another, sending it to the ground, and exploding.. There were a few more and that’s where Jaakuna came in. He jumped into the air, and by X-crossing one of the remaining three bombs, the bomb was sliced and as Jaakuna would sort of land on his feet in a slight crouching position, the explosion happened behind him.
Wesley looked to the two remaining bombs left. They looked at him, as if ready to make their move. Wesley stood poised. For a few seconds, no one made a move, and in the next few seconds, both came at him, bodies overcharged with Fire. Wesley closed his eyes and in the second of five seconds that elapsed, Wesley raised his blade and sliced once horizontally. His eyes would then open to see both Bombs explode to the right and left of him. Savayna looked to Wesley and Jaakuna did the same. They let out a low whistle.
When all the bombs were finished, the King Bomb just looked at all of them and roared out. It seemed like it was just waiting for them to show it what the group had. Suffice to say, King Bomb was pleased. “The real fight begins now.” Jaakuna said, looking at the King Bomb as it would then launch itself at the group with a full-body tackle. Wesley, Savayna and Jaakuana would dodge, and hopefully the rest of the group would as well.
Within the hour that passed, Francis had made his way to his private airship to which dropped him off just outside the entrance to The Gilmore Jungle from the Ozmone Plain. As he proceeded through it, killing monsters when they would appear and trekking through The Wood as he knew he would have to. He eventually came to a portion that led to a few steps and turns. He went up said steps and took said turns. That eventually led him to a dead-end. He would touch the seemingly dead-end, and he saw that a green glyph appeared before him. He knew that he had arrived at the Viera Village of Eruyt.
“Excuse me, I am here seeking answers. “ Francis said at the darkness. “I was told there was someone here who could help someone like me.”
The majority of those that appeared were Bombs, but the much larger one amongst them was the King Bomb. Jaakuna remembers hearing about these beasts from hunters and bounty hunters. They said that the King Bomb was a really tough opponent and that killing it would be difficult. Jaakuna gulped, but then took out his Vengeance Daggers. He took a fighting stance and as did Savayna and Wesley.
Savayna knew her mastery over Water Magick would come in handy, so using her ice to glide her into the air, she, well glided over to smash some of the Bombs into dust. Her sword would hit one, and split it in half. She would flip her body and axe kick another, sending it to the ground, and exploding.. There were a few more and that’s where Jaakuna came in. He jumped into the air, and by X-crossing one of the remaining three bombs, the bomb was sliced and as Jaakuna would sort of land on his feet in a slight crouching position, the explosion happened behind him.
Wesley looked to the two remaining bombs left. They looked at him, as if ready to make their move. Wesley stood poised. For a few seconds, no one made a move, and in the next few seconds, both came at him, bodies overcharged with Fire. Wesley closed his eyes and in the second of five seconds that elapsed, Wesley raised his blade and sliced once horizontally. His eyes would then open to see both Bombs explode to the right and left of him. Savayna looked to Wesley and Jaakuna did the same. They let out a low whistle.
When all the bombs were finished, the King Bomb just looked at all of them and roared out. It seemed like it was just waiting for them to show it what the group had. Suffice to say, King Bomb was pleased. “The real fight begins now.” Jaakuna said, looking at the King Bomb as it would then launch itself at the group with a full-body tackle. Wesley, Savayna and Jaakuana would dodge, and hopefully the rest of the group would as well.
Within the hour that passed, Francis had made his way to his private airship to which dropped him off just outside the entrance to The Gilmore Jungle from the Ozmone Plain. As he proceeded through it, killing monsters when they would appear and trekking through The Wood as he knew he would have to. He eventually came to a portion that led to a few steps and turns. He went up said steps and took said turns. That eventually led him to a dead-end. He would touch the seemingly dead-end, and he saw that a green glyph appeared before him. He knew that he had arrived at the Viera Village of Eruyt.
“Excuse me, I am here seeking answers. “ Francis said at the darkness. “I was told there was someone here who could help someone like me.”
When Roman spoke, he approved of Francis’ idea of going to Eruyt. He thought it was a smart idea and it wasn’t like that they had many leads to go off of. Roman would warn Francis that the Viera might be hostile to the Humes, especially one such as an Archadian Judge. Francis would make a note of that as he and Levi would depart as that was pretty much there wasn’t anything left to discuss.
When Levi and Francis departed, Francis left to the Aerodome and Levi would just smile. She had something in store, that’s for damn sure. She would just have to bide her time until that came to be.
An hour would pass, everyone would chit-chat here and there, and they would just wait until the Ifrit arrived at The Salikawood. Jaakuna and Emiri would chit-chat(and do other stuff), Nadeline and Wesley would do the same, Savayna and Grant as well. Everyone would eat just something here and there, but soon they would all be informed by Iris that the Ifrit had arrived at the Salikawood. Once that happened, everyone would get their respective weapons from the Armory. Jaakuna got what he called the Vengenge Daggers, Wesley got his Demon Shield and his Yagyu Darkblade, and Savayna got her Ice Queen Sword and a new shield
Once everyone had gotten their weapons, they would shortly make their way to the Beaming Station to which all six of them would get in it and beamed down. As they would touch ground, Jaakuna would look around and actually liked the look of this place. Aside from some obvious things that made him surprised, he did seem to like the scenery. Wesley also looked around, but not in the way that Jaakuna or Savayna were, as she was also joining Jaakuna in admiration of the Salikawood.
“It seems this area is called…”Wesley tried to remember. “Ah yes, it’s the Quietened Trace..” Wesley said. His knowledge actually surprised him.
When Levi and Francis departed, Francis left to the Aerodome and Levi would just smile. She had something in store, that’s for damn sure. She would just have to bide her time until that came to be.
An hour would pass, everyone would chit-chat here and there, and they would just wait until the Ifrit arrived at The Salikawood. Jaakuna and Emiri would chit-chat(and do other stuff), Nadeline and Wesley would do the same, Savayna and Grant as well. Everyone would eat just something here and there, but soon they would all be informed by Iris that the Ifrit had arrived at the Salikawood. Once that happened, everyone would get their respective weapons from the Armory. Jaakuna got what he called the Vengenge Daggers, Wesley got his Demon Shield and his Yagyu Darkblade, and Savayna got her Ice Queen Sword and a new shield
Once everyone had gotten their weapons, they would shortly make their way to the Beaming Station to which all six of them would get in it and beamed down. As they would touch ground, Jaakuna would look around and actually liked the look of this place. Aside from some obvious things that made him surprised, he did seem to like the scenery. Wesley also looked around, but not in the way that Jaakuna or Savayna were, as she was also joining Jaakuna in admiration of the Salikawood.
“It seems this area is called…”Wesley tried to remember. “Ah yes, it’s the Quietened Trace..” Wesley said. His knowledge actually surprised him.
When WEsley walked away from the group, Nadeline followed him. He would lead her to his room and of course, she would follow. He sat upon his bed and he was looking down. "I'm sorry I lost it back there. It's just--there's more to the story about when my father took me to Nabudis." He admitted, "sure he took me there to tell me about it, but it was more than that. You see, among the soldiers that died, there was one in particular that hit my family hard." He said. "My eldest brother, Silvester, died in the horrible event that transpired in Nabudis, but that's not all." He said, "Silvester — and half of my bloodline — is Archadian, from my mother's side, at least. "He revealed to Nadeline, telling her that he was half-Archadian.
As Wesley left, then Nadeline, Jaakuna would hear Emiri warn him that he might fall, he just waved it off and he kept on rocking back and forth until he went too far back and his head hit the wood floor. He let out a slight yell of pain. "Ow, that hurt!"Jaakuna said as he held his head and slowly would get up.
Savayna shook her head at him. "She told you dumbass!" She told him.
As the two judges would listen to Roman speak about the effects that were taking over the minds of Ivalice from the black smoke thing, Francis would nod with a 'mhm' sound. "I agree. These events are starting to trouble me as well. I think whatever it is, we should go look into it." Francis said. "I think I will make a trip to Eruyt, if his lordship would allow me to do so. I believe the Viera would be able to answer some questions that need answering."
As Wesley left, then Nadeline, Jaakuna would hear Emiri warn him that he might fall, he just waved it off and he kept on rocking back and forth until he went too far back and his head hit the wood floor. He let out a slight yell of pain. "Ow, that hurt!"Jaakuna said as he held his head and slowly would get up.
Savayna shook her head at him. "She told you dumbass!" She told him.
As the two judges would listen to Roman speak about the effects that were taking over the minds of Ivalice from the black smoke thing, Francis would nod with a 'mhm' sound. "I agree. These events are starting to trouble me as well. I think whatever it is, we should go look into it." Francis said. "I think I will make a trip to Eruyt, if his lordship would allow me to do so. I believe the Viera would be able to answer some questions that need answering."
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