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“You know, when I told you to talk to him, it wasn’t to talk about him and Wendy —”
“Jaakuna, whatever you were going to say, please don’t.”
“What?”
As Lannit would give him a scowl, Jaakuna returned to the sight of Lorenzo as he would just look at him back. Jaakuna would mirror Lannit’s scowl as he simply looked ahead. Whatever was happenign right now, someone had to be the adult among the man-children, which was odd considering that Jaakuna wa sone of the biggest manchilds in all of Ivalice.
And with Jaakuna assuming the leadership position. Whether they liked it or not, Jaakuna started walking towards the direction they were previously going before Jaakuna regretfully brought up Wendy’s pregnant state.
The trio of blonde males were trekking through a shortcut, whcih Jaakuna had hoped would limit their encounter rate of monsters. Much to his chagrin, the complete opposite had happened as it looked like about a dozen Wendigos blocked their way to the Hall of the Wroth God. These Wendigos weren’t exactly strong, but in large groups, they could prove to be difficult, especially for three males who weren’t exactly the smartest fighters. Or rather, Lannit wasn’t. Still, Jaakuna would press forth, leading his two blonde brethren forth towards the headless beasts.
“Proceed with caution, men,” Jaakuna said, pulling out his twin short swordsthat he called Blazed Passion(formally Vengeance Daggers). “Flame Coat,” Jaakuna said. His short swords flared up, flames of red and white surrounding them in a thick layer of fire magick.
Lannit scowled as Jaakuna had self-declared himself leader; though he would agree that they had to be careful. He has dealt with the Wendigos plenty of times when he and Wendy had to venture to the Phon Coast. Since they had to go through the underground palace of Sochen, he definitely encountered his fair share of them.
Lannit extended his right arm in front of him, a magickal glyph appeared. He reached into the glyph. As he would, his arm from the elbow to the wrist was surrounded in a dark pink and purple metallic material, a Needle Gun seen as the glyph had disappeared. He cocked his head to the side, looking to Lorenzo. “She’s nice right? Picked her up a few years back from a Dalmascan. The needles are synthesised from a special magicite from those mines of yours in Stigma.” Lannit said, bragging about his Needle Rifle.
Jaakuns shook his head at Lannit. “Four for each of us. That sounds reasonable, right?” Jaakuna said with confidence.
“]And I would miss something fantastic like that, wouldn’t I?” Savayna scowled as she mumbled something under her breath; though, as Grant would say that Levi left herself open, she curled something of a smile. “Yup, that sounds like Levi.”
Savayna recalled a time where she and Levi fought each other. It was probably five or so years before she made Judge. They were in a tournament that Archadia was holding to crown the next general of the Imperial Army. Savayna was against Leviathan. The latter was in favor to win due to her experience over the then-inexperienced Savayna. All eyes were on Glacie, however. They knew she had potential, but against Leviathan? It was like a babe taking on a Ring Wyrm. There might be a shot of victory, but unlikely.
When the fight started, Leviathan had stopped Savayna. Confused, Savayna had asked, “what is this?”
Leviathan would reply, “I will give you one free shot.” Leviathan had her arms in front of her.
Savayna was no doubt puzzled by this. First off, this had to have been a trick. Or a trap. Leviathan was known for that. More to the point, if she went for it, what was stopping Levi from using her preferred snakelike tactics and trapping Savayna in her slippery hands?
Savayna had to make a choice for Leviathan would say, “five seconds,” she started to count down.
One, two, three, four —Savayna took to a large leap upward. With her trademark Ice Queen sword in hand, Savayna had cast haste, protect, shell, faith, and bravery in a matter of seconds, and struck the water serpent with her sword that had been reinforced with a blizzaga spell. As she came down with her weapon, an arc of magick-infused mist was inching closer and closer to Leviathan.
Savayna would look on as Leviathan never stopped smirking. And when she got hit by that wave of icy mist, it still wasn’t off of her face.
The force of the attack sent Levi through a series of walls. But that wasn't nearly as powerful as the shock collective Archadians and Rozarrians and Dalmascans and those that weren’t belonging to either of the great three empires. They couldn’t help but watch with widened eyes as the favored to win had been defeated.
That was the time where Savayna had never trusted anything regarding Leviathan. Considering this was the very same thing, it made her believe that she wasn’t dead. Or if she was dead, then she seriously miscalculated Grant’s power. By the gods, Savayna wished she was conscious so she could have a better idea of how powerful Grant had been.
“So, what do you think we should do?” Savayna asked, “I want to get out of here, but there might be a chance she’s not dead. On the other hand, I really don’t want to stay here any longer than I need to.”
“I will give you an answer when these rumors are proven either false or true.” Isabella said with a sigh.
As much as she wanted to admit it, Isabella could not bring herself to submit to the temptation of believing her oldest son was alive. It was hard enough losing him the first time around. If she were to believe that he was alive and it turned out these were simply rumors, her heart couldn’t take it. She had to make sure that it wasn’t a rumor before she would accept he was alive.
Isabella had looked to her son, who was less as distraught than he was a moment ago, but he still looked out of it. “Wesley, look at me.” She asked. Wesley did. “Let the spies do what they can.”
He simply nodded, seeming to shake off the remnants of his wandering thoughts.
“Now, tell me why is it that you have returned? Given what is happening, I figured you would be trying to save the world.” Isabella let out a laugh.
Wesley would sigh regretfully. “As much as I would love to, I am needed here.” Wesley said, feeling that those weren’t the right words. “What I mean is, I am going to claim my birthright.” Still not right. “I am going to assume my place as King of Dalmasca.”
For a moment, there was a neutral expression on his mother’s face, then it curved into a proud smile. “You remind of Jonathan more and more.” Isabella said.
As Wesley would smile with gusto, he said, “I couldn’t be given any higher praise, mother.”
“This will require time. I hope you understand that. Given what’s happening with these rumors about your brother, it could provide complications. Still,” Isabella clapped, “if this is what you wish to do, then I will do all that I can to help you achieve that goal. I think your sister will —” As Isabella would speak, she saw her daughter in the door. “Oh, Cassandra, I thought you were resting.”
“I was, but I had this weird dream about Wes. It was about him as a male Viera and he was boinking some whore,” Cassandra said. Her eyes barely open. She still had crust in the corners of her jade-colored eyes. As she would finally adjust them to the origin of her mother’s voice, she saw her brother and Nadeline. “WESLEY!” her voice jumped a few octaves. She ran as fast as she could, and tackled her brother in a tight embrace, forcing both of them over the chair.
Wesley grunted as he couldn’t help but smile as he returned the embrace from Cassandra. “Missed you too, Cassie.”
“I can’t believe you’re home! Does this mean you’re done travelling?” Cassandra would manage to ask amid the way she was snuggling her brother. Wesley would make an affirming noise, not able to say anything due to the fact of Cassandra’s hair over his mouth. Anything he said would come out muffled.
Isabella laughed. “Well then, while they get reacquainted, Nadeline, won’t you come with me,” Isabella rose up, “I require your assistance about something.” Isabella said, grabbing Nadeline’s arm as she would tug the blonde princess away from Wesley.
As she led Nadeline out of the room, and into the halls of the Royal Palace, Isabella waited until they were out of earshot of any knights. That required her to lead them to room that was empty. She locked the door as it would close behind her. “Nadeline, I did not want to say this in front of Wesley, but there is more to those rumors,” she said, gripping her arm with her other arm’s hand. “It’s more than a rumor. Sylvester is alive. And he’s in Rabanastre.”
“Yes, you have suffered a great deal in these past few months, haven’t you.” Zodiark stepped forward, placing a hand on Emiri’s cheek. “You’ve experienced terror of being an object of a prince, but found bliss in a sky pirate. You have felt love and joy from friends, but then you were abandoned a few times by Jaakuna. You’ve experienced brief lapses of memory, but came back through your own will. You are strong, that much is certain. Even after Chaos intervened, you proved yourself stubborn. No doubt you got that from your beloved, Jaakuna.” Zodiark said, counting the times of Emiri’s life as if checking off things off of a list.
As Zodiark looked at Emiri, he saw she just wanted to be among friends, she just wanted to not feel alone. “For being such a complex hume, you have simple desires, don’t you Emiri?” Zodiark removed his hand from Emiri’s cheek, “you don’t want to be alone.” Zodiark mused, bringing one his arms under his chin, then he smiled at Emiri. “Fear not, Time Scion, you will never be alone for as long as you are here.” Zodiark gave her a comforting smile. “Despite what you have been told by the Blue Rose, by those two Viera, by your travelling companions, or even by Chaos himself, I do not wish to hurt you. In fact, I need your help.” Zodiark said, seeming to be embarrassed. Or something similar to it. “You see, there is a task that I need to accomplish, but even with all my expansive powers and knowledge obtained throughout the years, I do not possess the gift that you have.” He said, looking at her with the utmost focus. “You were told that you would die from using your gift, but what if I told you that, you have been lied to. What if I told you that your gift is simply your way to ascend from your Hume origins? What if I told you that you can become a goddess?”
“Jaakuna, whatever you were going to say, please don’t.”
“What?”
As Lannit would give him a scowl, Jaakuna returned to the sight of Lorenzo as he would just look at him back. Jaakuna would mirror Lannit’s scowl as he simply looked ahead. Whatever was happenign right now, someone had to be the adult among the man-children, which was odd considering that Jaakuna wa sone of the biggest manchilds in all of Ivalice.
And with Jaakuna assuming the leadership position. Whether they liked it or not, Jaakuna started walking towards the direction they were previously going before Jaakuna regretfully brought up Wendy’s pregnant state.
The trio of blonde males were trekking through a shortcut, whcih Jaakuna had hoped would limit their encounter rate of monsters. Much to his chagrin, the complete opposite had happened as it looked like about a dozen Wendigos blocked their way to the Hall of the Wroth God. These Wendigos weren’t exactly strong, but in large groups, they could prove to be difficult, especially for three males who weren’t exactly the smartest fighters. Or rather, Lannit wasn’t. Still, Jaakuna would press forth, leading his two blonde brethren forth towards the headless beasts.
“Proceed with caution, men,” Jaakuna said, pulling out his twin short swordsthat he called Blazed Passion(formally Vengeance Daggers). “Flame Coat,” Jaakuna said. His short swords flared up, flames of red and white surrounding them in a thick layer of fire magick.
Lannit scowled as Jaakuna had self-declared himself leader; though he would agree that they had to be careful. He has dealt with the Wendigos plenty of times when he and Wendy had to venture to the Phon Coast. Since they had to go through the underground palace of Sochen, he definitely encountered his fair share of them.
Lannit extended his right arm in front of him, a magickal glyph appeared. He reached into the glyph. As he would, his arm from the elbow to the wrist was surrounded in a dark pink and purple metallic material, a Needle Gun seen as the glyph had disappeared. He cocked his head to the side, looking to Lorenzo. “She’s nice right? Picked her up a few years back from a Dalmascan. The needles are synthesised from a special magicite from those mines of yours in Stigma.” Lannit said, bragging about his Needle Rifle.
Jaakuns shook his head at Lannit. “Four for each of us. That sounds reasonable, right?” Jaakuna said with confidence.
“]And I would miss something fantastic like that, wouldn’t I?” Savayna scowled as she mumbled something under her breath; though, as Grant would say that Levi left herself open, she curled something of a smile. “Yup, that sounds like Levi.”
Savayna recalled a time where she and Levi fought each other. It was probably five or so years before she made Judge. They were in a tournament that Archadia was holding to crown the next general of the Imperial Army. Savayna was against Leviathan. The latter was in favor to win due to her experience over the then-inexperienced Savayna. All eyes were on Glacie, however. They knew she had potential, but against Leviathan? It was like a babe taking on a Ring Wyrm. There might be a shot of victory, but unlikely.
When the fight started, Leviathan had stopped Savayna. Confused, Savayna had asked, “what is this?”
Leviathan would reply, “I will give you one free shot.” Leviathan had her arms in front of her.
Savayna was no doubt puzzled by this. First off, this had to have been a trick. Or a trap. Leviathan was known for that. More to the point, if she went for it, what was stopping Levi from using her preferred snakelike tactics and trapping Savayna in her slippery hands?
Savayna had to make a choice for Leviathan would say, “five seconds,” she started to count down.
One, two, three, four —Savayna took to a large leap upward. With her trademark Ice Queen sword in hand, Savayna had cast haste, protect, shell, faith, and bravery in a matter of seconds, and struck the water serpent with her sword that had been reinforced with a blizzaga spell. As she came down with her weapon, an arc of magick-infused mist was inching closer and closer to Leviathan.
Savayna would look on as Leviathan never stopped smirking. And when she got hit by that wave of icy mist, it still wasn’t off of her face.
The force of the attack sent Levi through a series of walls. But that wasn't nearly as powerful as the shock collective Archadians and Rozarrians and Dalmascans and those that weren’t belonging to either of the great three empires. They couldn’t help but watch with widened eyes as the favored to win had been defeated.
That was the time where Savayna had never trusted anything regarding Leviathan. Considering this was the very same thing, it made her believe that she wasn’t dead. Or if she was dead, then she seriously miscalculated Grant’s power. By the gods, Savayna wished she was conscious so she could have a better idea of how powerful Grant had been.
“So, what do you think we should do?” Savayna asked, “I want to get out of here, but there might be a chance she’s not dead. On the other hand, I really don’t want to stay here any longer than I need to.”
“I will give you an answer when these rumors are proven either false or true.” Isabella said with a sigh.
As much as she wanted to admit it, Isabella could not bring herself to submit to the temptation of believing her oldest son was alive. It was hard enough losing him the first time around. If she were to believe that he was alive and it turned out these were simply rumors, her heart couldn’t take it. She had to make sure that it wasn’t a rumor before she would accept he was alive.
Isabella had looked to her son, who was less as distraught than he was a moment ago, but he still looked out of it. “Wesley, look at me.” She asked. Wesley did. “Let the spies do what they can.”
He simply nodded, seeming to shake off the remnants of his wandering thoughts.
“Now, tell me why is it that you have returned? Given what is happening, I figured you would be trying to save the world.” Isabella let out a laugh.
Wesley would sigh regretfully. “As much as I would love to, I am needed here.” Wesley said, feeling that those weren’t the right words. “What I mean is, I am going to claim my birthright.” Still not right. “I am going to assume my place as King of Dalmasca.”
For a moment, there was a neutral expression on his mother’s face, then it curved into a proud smile. “You remind of Jonathan more and more.” Isabella said.
As Wesley would smile with gusto, he said, “I couldn’t be given any higher praise, mother.”
“This will require time. I hope you understand that. Given what’s happening with these rumors about your brother, it could provide complications. Still,” Isabella clapped, “if this is what you wish to do, then I will do all that I can to help you achieve that goal. I think your sister will —” As Isabella would speak, she saw her daughter in the door. “Oh, Cassandra, I thought you were resting.”
“I was, but I had this weird dream about Wes. It was about him as a male Viera and he was boinking some whore,” Cassandra said. Her eyes barely open. She still had crust in the corners of her jade-colored eyes. As she would finally adjust them to the origin of her mother’s voice, she saw her brother and Nadeline. “WESLEY!” her voice jumped a few octaves. She ran as fast as she could, and tackled her brother in a tight embrace, forcing both of them over the chair.
Wesley grunted as he couldn’t help but smile as he returned the embrace from Cassandra. “Missed you too, Cassie.”
“I can’t believe you’re home! Does this mean you’re done travelling?” Cassandra would manage to ask amid the way she was snuggling her brother. Wesley would make an affirming noise, not able to say anything due to the fact of Cassandra’s hair over his mouth. Anything he said would come out muffled.
Isabella laughed. “Well then, while they get reacquainted, Nadeline, won’t you come with me,” Isabella rose up, “I require your assistance about something.” Isabella said, grabbing Nadeline’s arm as she would tug the blonde princess away from Wesley.
As she led Nadeline out of the room, and into the halls of the Royal Palace, Isabella waited until they were out of earshot of any knights. That required her to lead them to room that was empty. She locked the door as it would close behind her. “Nadeline, I did not want to say this in front of Wesley, but there is more to those rumors,” she said, gripping her arm with her other arm’s hand. “It’s more than a rumor. Sylvester is alive. And he’s in Rabanastre.”
“Yes, you have suffered a great deal in these past few months, haven’t you.” Zodiark stepped forward, placing a hand on Emiri’s cheek. “You’ve experienced terror of being an object of a prince, but found bliss in a sky pirate. You have felt love and joy from friends, but then you were abandoned a few times by Jaakuna. You’ve experienced brief lapses of memory, but came back through your own will. You are strong, that much is certain. Even after Chaos intervened, you proved yourself stubborn. No doubt you got that from your beloved, Jaakuna.” Zodiark said, counting the times of Emiri’s life as if checking off things off of a list.
As Zodiark looked at Emiri, he saw she just wanted to be among friends, she just wanted to not feel alone. “For being such a complex hume, you have simple desires, don’t you Emiri?” Zodiark removed his hand from Emiri’s cheek, “you don’t want to be alone.” Zodiark mused, bringing one his arms under his chin, then he smiled at Emiri. “Fear not, Time Scion, you will never be alone for as long as you are here.” Zodiark gave her a comforting smile. “Despite what you have been told by the Blue Rose, by those two Viera, by your travelling companions, or even by Chaos himself, I do not wish to hurt you. In fact, I need your help.” Zodiark said, seeming to be embarrassed. Or something similar to it. “You see, there is a task that I need to accomplish, but even with all my expansive powers and knowledge obtained throughout the years, I do not possess the gift that you have.” He said, looking at her with the utmost focus. “You were told that you would die from using your gift, but what if I told you that, you have been lied to. What if I told you that your gift is simply your way to ascend from your Hume origins? What if I told you that you can become a goddess?”
