@Raijinslayer I'm just loving how Laz was contemplating which one would be his next "target" and dumbass of the year, Asahi, come strolling up, sweaty pits and all. It's like it was destined to be. 
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A decade ago when we made that meme "get kid", this isn't exactly what we meant...
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Do you think the reason Jesus Christ doesn't rise again is because we keep putting up crosses and he gets flashbacks on how that went last time?
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it's not just a rock IT'S A BOULDER!...or whatever Spongebob said
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I will never show empathy for a bigot or a man who believed empathy is a made up term. Simple as that.
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“And that’s how you get it done!” Asahi claimed with confidence, a smug-like grin plastered on his face.
As Rising Sun was among a group of Cloud Chasers, they looked at him with a mix of shock and awe and loathing. Most of them were of his age, while the others were a few years older. They didn’t believe him that he could out drink them. They claimed that he couldn’t hold his ale. They claimed he wasn’t able to outlast them because they drank more than he did. He claimed he could. They were doubtful, so he would show them.
And so there was Asahi, slightly tipsy, possibly unable to get up on his own without some support, but he got up, and he roared, shouting, “I AM THE BEST DRINKER EVER!!”, followed by a loud belch, then he hiccupped.
Asahi would traverse through the surprisingly spacious tavern as he staggered on his feet, knocking into - and down - those who were in his way. When they would say something, he would retort back. A few times on his route to where Maude was tending, he would find himself in a few little skirmishes. Some he walked away with no violence, but there were a couple that were just as loose as he was, so of course they tussled for a few rounds until both grew bored of each other.
Taking a seat at the booth, Asahi seemed to arrive just in time to hear Maude go on about something that he had no idea about, then he heard Laz request a refill of ale. “Oi, Maude! I’ll have what my bud here is having!” Asahi didn’t hestiate to bring Laz into a forced embrace as his left arm roped Laz’s head close to his sweaty pits.
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Text: "The world stopped for a moment, the crowds fell silent, the scars of war went numb, all that was left with life was me and you"
Yes, I know it's been a long-time coming, but better late than never, right? :D
clears throat in any case, here it is man! I hope you like it. :)
@XxLyraxXIndeed I am. Might take a while to get to it, but feel free to put one down. :)
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I suppose that's how it appears to be, but no. i mean, yes I answered "yes" on some questions, but I did read every option. I even answered every question. And I suppose I shouldn't really be surprised considering I identify as an independent. I even put that at the very bottom when they asked what you identify as.
I suppose that's how it appears to be, but no. i mean, yes I answered "yes" on some questions, but I did read every option. I even answered every question. And I suppose I shouldn't really be surprised considering I identify as an independent. I even put that at the very bottom when they asked what you identify as.
Ah, well this was unexpected.
Now that it was settled, the next thing that needed to be decided was how were they going to go about it? No doubt they had to reunite with Shion and the others, that much Jaakuna knew for sure. But the Emperor’s Tower wasn’t necessarily a place you could walk right up and ring the doorbell. One does not simply do that - one has to use strategy. The thing was which strategy to take?
He went over the possibilities in his head, then he did it a few more times. Each scenario he ran, there were equal positives and negatives. One Jaakuna considered was going the way he knew Dominic and the others went, which was a hundred or so paces in the direction they were going, followed by three rights and lefts, each skipping a turn of each one. That would lead them to a secret stairwell. At the top of that was a secret entrance to the Emperor’s Tower.
Jaakuna knew if they went that route, there would be a welcoming party waiting for them. Then, of course, there was the matter that Roman was with him and Lannit. So Jaakuna had to take that into account as well.
There was another route he was considering, but there were risks involved. What he had to decide was whether or not the end results would outweigh the risks.
When he looked at Lannit, Jaakuna smiled, giving his friend an affirming nod. “Alright, so here is what we’re going to do.”
And so Jaakuna would explain the plan he had cooked up. First he would explain what they were going to in regards of getting to Hamut. Jaakuna explained that the best he could. He told them that there was a secret route through the dungeons that Jaakuna himself built. It was a sure fire way to the tower. But what was perfect was that it should get them on the same floor as where Hamut was. The only downside to it was that it involved using some experimental technology, something that was the prototype of what the Ifrit’s Waystone Warping System utilizes.
As soon as Jaakuna explained it to them, he let out a low sigh. “Let’s get going then.”
And so Jaakuna led them down a series of turns and twists through the dungeons. It was rather lengthy, took them about an hour’s worth of walking time. It would have taken them longer if Jaakuna hadn’t taken the shortcut he remembered taking years ago. But, when they reached their destination, they came to the sight of a worn out waystone. It was like those in the Tomb of Raithwall, but it had inscriptions of ancient Archadian, and the shape was more rounded than usual waystones. Regardless, when they each would get around it, they had been warped; though there was the side-effect of nose-bleeding and upset stomachs. The upside? They warped onto the roof of the Emperor’s tower.
“We all good?” Jaakuna was asking for good measure because he felt like throwing up.
“Just a little dizzy, nothing to —” Lannit spoke too soon. He was hurling over, practically swimming in his own vomit. “— nevermind.”
Just perfect.
“Wouldn’t you?” Hamut asked, “we’re similar, Reia. We both have that innate desire to keep our power no matter what the costs. I mean, you can correct me if I’m mistaken, but isn’t that why you not only took advantage of Grant’s weakened state, but in doing so, you sent him after Emir??” Hamut strolled closer to Reia, looking down at her with a smile. “You can say what you want about how I treat my grandson, but don’t try and paint yourself to be the innocent victim here, Empress. You are as much to blame for the rash actions I have taken in recent weeks as my foolish grandson is.” Hamut said, “because you felt the need to ‘turn yourself around’, you have not only doomed your life, but by today’s end, your entire bloodline will meet its end by hands and my hands alone.”
So once again they were at an impasse? Terrific. Just when Savayna was getting used to the idea of maybe - just maybe - getting the chance to relax, Vlyn drops the bombshells of all bombshells on her and Grant. She kept scowling, gritting her teeth which resulted in low musings from Mateus, sarcastically scolding her about how that wasn’t good for her, to which she kindly told him to shove it.
Taking the last bite of the third rabbit leg that Savayna had not-so-subtley helped herself to, she kept on angrily thinking what she was going to say. This conversation had less to do with her specifically, so it wasn’t like she could offer up any insights about what they could do. All the newly-engaged, former general could do was simply eat her food, take in all that she could, and possibly find something useful to say at the end of it.
“Wait, WHAT?!” She nearly gagged on the rabbit. She especially would nearly choke when she heard Vlyn say that he was at the helm. Though she took that at face value, even she knew what that meant. She knew that Hamut, through some stroke of luck, or devious planning(probably the latter), he had gained control of Archadia. The only time in history that Savayna had recalled that happened was when he actually had been Emperor in his youth. But, of course, he wasn’t so young, so obviously something happened.
Savayna thought about it for a moment. How would he be able to do it? Sure Roman wasn’t always the most keen person. In fact, due to his happy-golucky disposition, Savayna recalled many times in her reports about him that, while he was a terrific ruler, he was often too trusting. So maybe that’s how Hamut did it. No, that doesn’t sound right. Even if Hamut did somehow find a way to dethrown Roman - and that was a strong if - that still left the door open for when Jaakuna and company got there.
“Argh!” Savayna rubbed her hair with both hands in frustration, leaning back as she lay on the sand, gazing upon the stars. Through all that happened, it dawned on her that it was night out. Not only that, but it was beautiful. The way the sparking stars danced with the odd clouds and the constellations. “Wait, constellations.” Savayna murmured, hardly audible.
Something on your mind, Ice Queen? The Corrupt One asked, Savayna’s roaming thoughts seeming to pique his curiosity..
Mateus, more or less, was baiting Savayna with the mention of her famed alias. She didn’t seem to mind, though. “There might be,” Savayna muttered to Mateus, propping herself up. “Say, Vlyn, I had a thought.” Savayna hummed thoughtfully, trying to find the right way to phrase it, “this might be out of the blue, but I was wondering what you could tell me about The Esper Seals.”
As Savayna asked that, Mateus made a sound that suggested he was pleased with Savayna. One could say it was a verbal smirk.
She may not have wanted privacy, but Shinto wasn’t about to let the peering eyes of two idiots desecrate the honor of Shion, so with a wave of his hand, he used his telekenisis spell to carefully shut the eyes of Lorenzo and Dominic while effortlessly floating all three sets of armor, dismantling them, and putting them on the two of them as Shion would put her own on. Impressive, as Dom would note with a low whistle, though he scowled when he found himself getting whacked by his own helm thanks to Shinto. Whoops.
By when three minutes passed, the group of four were in their respective sets of armor. The unfortunate fact of them using these disguises was that they had to carry the weapons the soldiers were carrying. It didn’t seem to be so bad for Shion and Lorenzo. Based on what the two soldiers had for weapons, it easily accommodated them. Shion’s had a sword and Lorenzo’s had a pair of gauntlets. However, much to Shinto’s faint scoffing and DOminic’s complaining, they were met with less-satisfactory weapons. Shinto had a dual Koga Blades and Dominic had two Phantom Daggers. It wasn’t so much the weapon itself, but the size of them. They were puny in comparison to Dominic’s bulky muscles.
“Guess we’ll just have to make due.” Dominic moped about his weapon.
“It’s part of the disguise, Dominic.” Shinto reminded him.
“I suppose.”
Shinto sighed. He made sure that his armor was aligned correctly before letting Shion take the lead. Since they were on the same floor, it was only a matter of them maintaining their cover until they reached the Emperor’s Office. Of course, the plan of what they were going to do had to be decided, assuming there was a viable plan that wouldn’t get them killed…
Time after time they went and time after time Ultima chose for them: right, left, center; left, right, center; center, left, right; center, right, left; left, center, right, yet through all of those decisions, they still weren’t any closer of getting out of this maze than they were when it started.
And after a while, it began to get to them. Sylvester was growing wary, Naadeline apparently liked to complain. Still, that didn’t help them get out of the maze they were in any faster, nor did it help morale.
When they were heading down the final pathway that Ultima set them towards, Sylvester stopped, prompting Nadeline to bump into his armored back. He turned around, scowling at what seemed to be at Nadeline. “We’ve been at this for hours. And we’re no closer to getting out of here, so obviously something is wrong.” Sylvester said, trying to contain an obvious need to scream. “Get Ultima out here now.” Sylvester demanded, nostrils flaring, and tone taking a dark turn. “Do you hear me, High Seraph!? Get. Out. Here. NOW!!” for a moment, a small display of sickly green and white mist, laced with black, pulsed around Sylvester.
He went over the possibilities in his head, then he did it a few more times. Each scenario he ran, there were equal positives and negatives. One Jaakuna considered was going the way he knew Dominic and the others went, which was a hundred or so paces in the direction they were going, followed by three rights and lefts, each skipping a turn of each one. That would lead them to a secret stairwell. At the top of that was a secret entrance to the Emperor’s Tower.
Jaakuna knew if they went that route, there would be a welcoming party waiting for them. Then, of course, there was the matter that Roman was with him and Lannit. So Jaakuna had to take that into account as well.
There was another route he was considering, but there were risks involved. What he had to decide was whether or not the end results would outweigh the risks.
When he looked at Lannit, Jaakuna smiled, giving his friend an affirming nod. “Alright, so here is what we’re going to do.”
And so Jaakuna would explain the plan he had cooked up. First he would explain what they were going to in regards of getting to Hamut. Jaakuna explained that the best he could. He told them that there was a secret route through the dungeons that Jaakuna himself built. It was a sure fire way to the tower. But what was perfect was that it should get them on the same floor as where Hamut was. The only downside to it was that it involved using some experimental technology, something that was the prototype of what the Ifrit’s Waystone Warping System utilizes.
As soon as Jaakuna explained it to them, he let out a low sigh. “Let’s get going then.”
And so Jaakuna led them down a series of turns and twists through the dungeons. It was rather lengthy, took them about an hour’s worth of walking time. It would have taken them longer if Jaakuna hadn’t taken the shortcut he remembered taking years ago. But, when they reached their destination, they came to the sight of a worn out waystone. It was like those in the Tomb of Raithwall, but it had inscriptions of ancient Archadian, and the shape was more rounded than usual waystones. Regardless, when they each would get around it, they had been warped; though there was the side-effect of nose-bleeding and upset stomachs. The upside? They warped onto the roof of the Emperor’s tower.
“We all good?” Jaakuna was asking for good measure because he felt like throwing up.
“Just a little dizzy, nothing to —” Lannit spoke too soon. He was hurling over, practically swimming in his own vomit. “— nevermind.”
Just perfect.
“Wouldn’t you?” Hamut asked, “we’re similar, Reia. We both have that innate desire to keep our power no matter what the costs. I mean, you can correct me if I’m mistaken, but isn’t that why you not only took advantage of Grant’s weakened state, but in doing so, you sent him after Emir??” Hamut strolled closer to Reia, looking down at her with a smile. “You can say what you want about how I treat my grandson, but don’t try and paint yourself to be the innocent victim here, Empress. You are as much to blame for the rash actions I have taken in recent weeks as my foolish grandson is.” Hamut said, “because you felt the need to ‘turn yourself around’, you have not only doomed your life, but by today’s end, your entire bloodline will meet its end by hands and my hands alone.”
So once again they were at an impasse? Terrific. Just when Savayna was getting used to the idea of maybe - just maybe - getting the chance to relax, Vlyn drops the bombshells of all bombshells on her and Grant. She kept scowling, gritting her teeth which resulted in low musings from Mateus, sarcastically scolding her about how that wasn’t good for her, to which she kindly told him to shove it.
Taking the last bite of the third rabbit leg that Savayna had not-so-subtley helped herself to, she kept on angrily thinking what she was going to say. This conversation had less to do with her specifically, so it wasn’t like she could offer up any insights about what they could do. All the newly-engaged, former general could do was simply eat her food, take in all that she could, and possibly find something useful to say at the end of it.
“Wait, WHAT?!” She nearly gagged on the rabbit. She especially would nearly choke when she heard Vlyn say that he was at the helm. Though she took that at face value, even she knew what that meant. She knew that Hamut, through some stroke of luck, or devious planning(probably the latter), he had gained control of Archadia. The only time in history that Savayna had recalled that happened was when he actually had been Emperor in his youth. But, of course, he wasn’t so young, so obviously something happened.
Savayna thought about it for a moment. How would he be able to do it? Sure Roman wasn’t always the most keen person. In fact, due to his happy-golucky disposition, Savayna recalled many times in her reports about him that, while he was a terrific ruler, he was often too trusting. So maybe that’s how Hamut did it. No, that doesn’t sound right. Even if Hamut did somehow find a way to dethrown Roman - and that was a strong if - that still left the door open for when Jaakuna and company got there.
“Argh!” Savayna rubbed her hair with both hands in frustration, leaning back as she lay on the sand, gazing upon the stars. Through all that happened, it dawned on her that it was night out. Not only that, but it was beautiful. The way the sparking stars danced with the odd clouds and the constellations. “Wait, constellations.” Savayna murmured, hardly audible.
Something on your mind, Ice Queen? The Corrupt One asked, Savayna’s roaming thoughts seeming to pique his curiosity..
Mateus, more or less, was baiting Savayna with the mention of her famed alias. She didn’t seem to mind, though. “There might be,” Savayna muttered to Mateus, propping herself up. “Say, Vlyn, I had a thought.” Savayna hummed thoughtfully, trying to find the right way to phrase it, “this might be out of the blue, but I was wondering what you could tell me about The Esper Seals.”
As Savayna asked that, Mateus made a sound that suggested he was pleased with Savayna. One could say it was a verbal smirk.
She may not have wanted privacy, but Shinto wasn’t about to let the peering eyes of two idiots desecrate the honor of Shion, so with a wave of his hand, he used his telekenisis spell to carefully shut the eyes of Lorenzo and Dominic while effortlessly floating all three sets of armor, dismantling them, and putting them on the two of them as Shion would put her own on. Impressive, as Dom would note with a low whistle, though he scowled when he found himself getting whacked by his own helm thanks to Shinto. Whoops.
By when three minutes passed, the group of four were in their respective sets of armor. The unfortunate fact of them using these disguises was that they had to carry the weapons the soldiers were carrying. It didn’t seem to be so bad for Shion and Lorenzo. Based on what the two soldiers had for weapons, it easily accommodated them. Shion’s had a sword and Lorenzo’s had a pair of gauntlets. However, much to Shinto’s faint scoffing and DOminic’s complaining, they were met with less-satisfactory weapons. Shinto had a dual Koga Blades and Dominic had two Phantom Daggers. It wasn’t so much the weapon itself, but the size of them. They were puny in comparison to Dominic’s bulky muscles.
“Guess we’ll just have to make due.” Dominic moped about his weapon.
“It’s part of the disguise, Dominic.” Shinto reminded him.
“I suppose.”
Shinto sighed. He made sure that his armor was aligned correctly before letting Shion take the lead. Since they were on the same floor, it was only a matter of them maintaining their cover until they reached the Emperor’s Office. Of course, the plan of what they were going to do had to be decided, assuming there was a viable plan that wouldn’t get them killed…
Time after time they went and time after time Ultima chose for them: right, left, center; left, right, center; center, left, right; center, right, left; left, center, right, yet through all of those decisions, they still weren’t any closer of getting out of this maze than they were when it started.
And after a while, it began to get to them. Sylvester was growing wary, Naadeline apparently liked to complain. Still, that didn’t help them get out of the maze they were in any faster, nor did it help morale.
When they were heading down the final pathway that Ultima set them towards, Sylvester stopped, prompting Nadeline to bump into his armored back. He turned around, scowling at what seemed to be at Nadeline. “We’ve been at this for hours. And we’re no closer to getting out of here, so obviously something is wrong.” Sylvester said, trying to contain an obvious need to scream. “Get Ultima out here now.” Sylvester demanded, nostrils flaring, and tone taking a dark turn. “Do you hear me, High Seraph!? Get. Out. Here. NOW!!” for a moment, a small display of sickly green and white mist, laced with black, pulsed around Sylvester.
Jaakuna sighed, then he laughed. “Well, my brother, I actually came here to see you.” Jaakuna said, “you see, I had this rather revolutionary idea that I wanted to help our wonderful world for the great war with Zodiark that is definitely on its way. All of the squabbling that we seem to be doing with Dalmasca and Rozarria is childish. So, when we — my friends and myself, that is — were in Stigma, I had the idea to come here with Reia(Lorenzo came along as a bodyguard) to potentially sign a treaty between our two countries.” Jaakuna would continue, “but apparently grandfather had other ideas.” Jaakuna grimaced, “I don’t know how, but through some stroke of bad luck, he somehow caught wind of what I was planning.”
“But how?”
“I just said I don’t know.” Jaakuna retorted back to Lannit, then turned his attention back to Roman. “But what I am sure of is that, while Hamut has Reia, he has control of Archadia. And what’s even worse, that means Roman is in danger. I just don't know what the next course of action is: do we join the others in the rescue mission or do we take Roman to safety?” Jaakuna mused aloud as he seemed perplexed on the situation.
“Well, Roman isn’t deaf, or incapable of making a decision,” Lannit stated rather obviously, “so what say you former-Emperor! Do you want to fight - assuming you can - or do you want to flee? As they say: the choice is yours.”
“War? Murder? Come now, Reia, you honestly don’t take me for a monster, do you?” There was no feigning here. Hamut had a genuine expression of bewilderment on his aged face as he couldn’t help but laugh afterwards, realizing the situation that he was in. The situation that Reia had just put him in and it only hit him like a ton of bricks to the fact at the very moment he heard her speak. “The rumors about you just don’t do you justice, Reia. Your beauty is only matched by that tendency to speak your mind. Yet another trait that allures a lot to you. If not romantically, then simply presenting their mutual respect for you.”
As Hamut would open his palm, sienna-colored magick flared into his hand, taking the form of an orb. It was a rotating orb of mist that looked like a meteor, emitting sounds that only the one holding it could know what it was. To Hamut, it was the sound of a comet coming from the skies and crashing into the ground. It was the sound upon impact that he heard — and it calmed all nerves that might’ve agitated. For him to hear it was like a soothing melody that quelled even the worst of pains, physical or otherwise.
And when Hamut looked at Reia, seeing the obvious intrigue on her face, he curved his lips into a smirk. “Exodus did me a huge favor. He saw that I possessed an innate ability to tell whether someone was being deceitful or not. As such I unlocked what was known as The Truth-Seeking Seal. Do you know what that means, Reia?” Hamut knew that she knew his question was rhetorical. “It means, anyone that I engage in any conversation with, I can tell if they’re lying. Let’s take you for example. I know that underneath this front you have put up is simply that. A front. You are frightened by what I could do. And frankly, that is justified.”
Hamut judged her expression. He couldn’t get a read on it, despite what he just claimed. “Still not convinced? Fine, allow me to mention another.” Hamut kept his curved smile, “my grandson, Jackson. He spoke to me before arriving here. Did you know that? He was calling Roman, but couldn’t reach him because - well, I think you know why. He didn’t tell me why he had to speak to him, only that it was urgent. Truth is, I know why. This Seal allowed me to know. And do you know what it is I figured out? It was that he made some agreement with you about to sign a nonaggression treaty with our countries.” Hamut said, dropping the bombshell on Reia. “yes, I am well aware of that. And while I commend my grandson for having the gall to actually attempt something like that, I just could not let it happen, not when Archadia is in the perfect position carpe diem Ivalice.” Hamut crossed his legs, humming sinisterly.
“So yes, to answer your question, I aim to incite war. But you asked me if I wanted to end the Roselia bloodline. Why stop there? Why should I limit myself to just one? Empress Reia, what I aim to achieve - what I am going to achieve - is to not only end your bloodline, but the Alexanders and any who will oppose my reign. And you walking into my hands has made a third of that easy for me. All I must do is —”
Okay, so this was certainly a development. Or so Savayna thought so as she dug into the rabbit leg that had been cooked over the open fire. Delicious as always, it had been sprinkled with a bit of cinnamon and some other spices she wasn’t knowledgeable of. This region wasn’t exactly familar to her.
But that wasn’t the only thing that had happened. Apparently Emiri got a new friend too, and not a very nice friend. Someone worse than Jaakuna. Well, Savayna couldn’t really dismiss what Jaakuna had done for the girl. To her knowledge, Emiri was a runner. Obviously she was because she ran away from home, and now she’s with the new bad boy in town.
“Fuck me,” Savayna muttered. That was really all she had to say about it. “What is it with that bitch running off with someone interesting? First it was Jaakie, now it’s whoever this fuckboy is. On top of it all, she has turned to the dark side? Just like Jaakuna did that one time.” Savayna took another bite of her rabbit, swallowing before continuing. “Quite frankly, I’m disappointed, ya male bunny. You and Aloa, despite what most might think, are actually quite strong. And Shion is too. Lord knows she gave us a few rounds for our gil. Yet, somehow, you couldn’t defeat the selfish, little brat who —” Savayna would have continued speaking, but she felt the nudgings from Mateus, begging her to shut up. Not only that, but she might’ve caught the look on Grant’s face. “Well, you know what I mean. She’s strong, but she’s still just a girl who I could wipe the floor with without the use of my magick.”
Cocky aren’t you. Mateus sassed her. She scowled.
“So, tell me, Vlyn, how was it that two of the most-skilled Viera and one of the strongest, bit-tittied bitches I have ever seen fight, couldn’t defeat our little Emiri and her new friend?”
During Savayna’s rant, Vlyn would answer her question with the mention of dark magicks. Savayna raised her eyebrow in a suspicious way, huffing as if knowing that she shouldn’t have welcomed silence before speaking, because she looked at Grant. She could only guess what was going through his mind. She wanted to say something, but no words came out when she opened her mouth.
ALong the way, Dominic spent his time divided between pouting about how he has yet to prove himself worthy of Shion’s love, scowling at Shinto for what he said about not being worthy of Shion’s love, and Shion nonverbally telling him for certain that he wasn’t worthy of her. Or rather, because she found one that was, who apparently was the Golden Wolf of Archadia. Dominic couldn’t believe he lost out ot Francis. Of call people, he lost out to the one person he never thought would love again after what happened to his wife - and mother of Michel - passed away years ago. There was nothing Dominic could do aside from shoving the thought of them two out from his mind, and focus on the mission.
And with Shino with them, there was no way that they could lose.
As they would make their way through the dungeons, dodging and evading any signs of guards as they came. Some they surpirsed and fought, some they avoided fighting with altogether, but eventually, through several turns, a few flight of stairs going up and down, they were able to make it to the surface. Not only were they out of the dungeons, but the band of a prince, a famed assassin, and two criminals were in the Emperor’s Tower. Though, unlucky for them they were on the first floor.
“So, now that we’re here, what’s the next course of action?” DOminic asked the group as lowly as he possibly could due to the simple fact that there were soldiers at all possible corners.
“Isn’t it obvious? We get to the top floor where the Emperor’s Office is, and rescue the Empress Reia. Though,” Shinto bit his thumb thoughtfully, “we are wanted criminals, Dominic. Then, there's the matter of Lorenzo.” Shinto turned his gaze onto the prince, “apologies Lorenzo, but the rumors of your reputation don’t do any justice for the actual man.” Shinto coughed, going back to what he was saying. “If we are to have any chance of blending in and not alerting any soldier, a visit to the armory, or —” Just as Shinto was going to finish what he was going to say, he caught sight of four Archadian soldiers coming down the hallway. One was female with admirable bust, two were lean and of similar height, and one was a bit bulky. “How convenient.” Shinto curved a smirk, then looked to the others. “It seems as though the armory has come to us.” He chuckled, “Shion, when I give the signal, can you used a sleeping spell on them.”
“How will she know what the signal is?” Asked Dominic.
Shinto grinned, then he held one arm up, the other near his legs. Both were jerking to the opposite wall, then suddenly the four archadian soldiers were jerked that way as well effortlessly. And when they would pass the group, Shinto said, “Shion now!”
Just as Hamut had finished speaking, he heard a series of frantic knocks on the door to the Emperor’s Office, followed by “First Judge Magister Darcone! First Judge Magister Darcone!”
“You may enter,” Hamut said.
The door would open and a man named Wyatt would enter. He was the apprentice of Hamut. A general of equal respect of Savayna. He had olive-colored skin and kinky dark hair. Eyes were of light jade. He bore a deep green and dark yellow armor. He took the knee, head bowed. “First Judge Magister, I come bearing horrible news!”
“Yes, Wyatt, what is it?”
“It seems as though Shinto Glacie, Master of Technicks, has been broken out of his high security cell.”
“Is that all? Simply you do not think a lowly Glacie is worth interrupting my very important meeting with our esteemed guest, do you?” Hamut said, clearly irritated and a little insulted.
“N-no, but there is something else.” He hesitated.
“Speak or forever remain silent.”
“It’s about Emperor—I mean, Former Emperor Roman.”
Hamut arched his eyebrow curiously.
“It seems he too was broken out of his cell in the same wing.”
Upon hearing that, Hamut’s face twitched. His eyebrows scrunched, fists tightened, and he grimaced. It lasted for over two moments, then he regained control. “Very well. I thank you for telling me, Wyatt. Please leave us.”
Wyatt left, and closed the door behind him. As he would, Hamut looked to Reia. She must’ve been enjoying this immensely.
When Nadeline said what Ultima told her, Sylvester would nod, and move towards the center pathway. The walls looked smooth, almost like granite or mable. The entire length of the passageway was overflowing with hues of blue: cyan, cornflower, sky, azure, sapphire, cerulean - all shades of the monotonous spectrum of blue flew around, dancing in sparks of mist. It was riveting. There was a certain order that one felt as they would walk through it.
It would last all the way until Sylvester and Nadeline got to a door with blue gemstones engraved into its steel foundation. When Sylvester pushed on it, the door lit up with the strongest light blue glow that one could ever dream of. It danced through the lines of the pattern of the door. Each time it passed a gemstone, the glow would coincide with that specific stone: default blue, azure, navy, midnight, icy blue, light blue, cornflower, sky, deep sky, and then back to azure. Once it came back to azure, the door would show signs of it fracturing, then it crystallized. Crumbling into thin air, sucked into a vacuum of time-space, and thus revealing the end of the pathway to them: a flight of stairs leading up.
“I guess Ultima does know what she’s doing after all. Do tell her a lowly Hume give her his thanks.” Sylvester feigned appreciation, scoffing towards Ultima herself.
And then he stepped forward, gesturing Nadeline to follow him after she had time to talk to Ultima. The stairs would seem endless, but eventually they came to an end. When they reached the last step, and would get off the flight of stairs, they came to yet another fork in the road with the same choice of three options with the same colors, only the left was jade, the center was crimson, and the right was azure.
“Again?!” Sylvester groaned, seemingly displeased with it. He turned to Nadeline, gripping her by the shoulders. “Hey, Ultima! I thought you said this was the way to go, huh? Don’t tell me this is your way of a practical joke!” As he spoke, Sylvester’s tone got loud and his expression seemed twisted, based in a deep-rooted anger.
“But how?”
“I just said I don’t know.” Jaakuna retorted back to Lannit, then turned his attention back to Roman. “But what I am sure of is that, while Hamut has Reia, he has control of Archadia. And what’s even worse, that means Roman is in danger. I just don't know what the next course of action is: do we join the others in the rescue mission or do we take Roman to safety?” Jaakuna mused aloud as he seemed perplexed on the situation.
“Well, Roman isn’t deaf, or incapable of making a decision,” Lannit stated rather obviously, “so what say you former-Emperor! Do you want to fight - assuming you can - or do you want to flee? As they say: the choice is yours.”
“War? Murder? Come now, Reia, you honestly don’t take me for a monster, do you?” There was no feigning here. Hamut had a genuine expression of bewilderment on his aged face as he couldn’t help but laugh afterwards, realizing the situation that he was in. The situation that Reia had just put him in and it only hit him like a ton of bricks to the fact at the very moment he heard her speak. “The rumors about you just don’t do you justice, Reia. Your beauty is only matched by that tendency to speak your mind. Yet another trait that allures a lot to you. If not romantically, then simply presenting their mutual respect for you.”
As Hamut would open his palm, sienna-colored magick flared into his hand, taking the form of an orb. It was a rotating orb of mist that looked like a meteor, emitting sounds that only the one holding it could know what it was. To Hamut, it was the sound of a comet coming from the skies and crashing into the ground. It was the sound upon impact that he heard — and it calmed all nerves that might’ve agitated. For him to hear it was like a soothing melody that quelled even the worst of pains, physical or otherwise.
And when Hamut looked at Reia, seeing the obvious intrigue on her face, he curved his lips into a smirk. “Exodus did me a huge favor. He saw that I possessed an innate ability to tell whether someone was being deceitful or not. As such I unlocked what was known as The Truth-Seeking Seal. Do you know what that means, Reia?” Hamut knew that she knew his question was rhetorical. “It means, anyone that I engage in any conversation with, I can tell if they’re lying. Let’s take you for example. I know that underneath this front you have put up is simply that. A front. You are frightened by what I could do. And frankly, that is justified.”
Hamut judged her expression. He couldn’t get a read on it, despite what he just claimed. “Still not convinced? Fine, allow me to mention another.” Hamut kept his curved smile, “my grandson, Jackson. He spoke to me before arriving here. Did you know that? He was calling Roman, but couldn’t reach him because - well, I think you know why. He didn’t tell me why he had to speak to him, only that it was urgent. Truth is, I know why. This Seal allowed me to know. And do you know what it is I figured out? It was that he made some agreement with you about to sign a nonaggression treaty with our countries.” Hamut said, dropping the bombshell on Reia. “yes, I am well aware of that. And while I commend my grandson for having the gall to actually attempt something like that, I just could not let it happen, not when Archadia is in the perfect position carpe diem Ivalice.” Hamut crossed his legs, humming sinisterly.
“So yes, to answer your question, I aim to incite war. But you asked me if I wanted to end the Roselia bloodline. Why stop there? Why should I limit myself to just one? Empress Reia, what I aim to achieve - what I am going to achieve - is to not only end your bloodline, but the Alexanders and any who will oppose my reign. And you walking into my hands has made a third of that easy for me. All I must do is —”
Okay, so this was certainly a development. Or so Savayna thought so as she dug into the rabbit leg that had been cooked over the open fire. Delicious as always, it had been sprinkled with a bit of cinnamon and some other spices she wasn’t knowledgeable of. This region wasn’t exactly familar to her.
But that wasn’t the only thing that had happened. Apparently Emiri got a new friend too, and not a very nice friend. Someone worse than Jaakuna. Well, Savayna couldn’t really dismiss what Jaakuna had done for the girl. To her knowledge, Emiri was a runner. Obviously she was because she ran away from home, and now she’s with the new bad boy in town.
“Fuck me,” Savayna muttered. That was really all she had to say about it. “What is it with that bitch running off with someone interesting? First it was Jaakie, now it’s whoever this fuckboy is. On top of it all, she has turned to the dark side? Just like Jaakuna did that one time.” Savayna took another bite of her rabbit, swallowing before continuing. “Quite frankly, I’m disappointed, ya male bunny. You and Aloa, despite what most might think, are actually quite strong. And Shion is too. Lord knows she gave us a few rounds for our gil. Yet, somehow, you couldn’t defeat the selfish, little brat who —” Savayna would have continued speaking, but she felt the nudgings from Mateus, begging her to shut up. Not only that, but she might’ve caught the look on Grant’s face. “Well, you know what I mean. She’s strong, but she’s still just a girl who I could wipe the floor with without the use of my magick.”
Cocky aren’t you. Mateus sassed her. She scowled.
“So, tell me, Vlyn, how was it that two of the most-skilled Viera and one of the strongest, bit-tittied bitches I have ever seen fight, couldn’t defeat our little Emiri and her new friend?”
During Savayna’s rant, Vlyn would answer her question with the mention of dark magicks. Savayna raised her eyebrow in a suspicious way, huffing as if knowing that she shouldn’t have welcomed silence before speaking, because she looked at Grant. She could only guess what was going through his mind. She wanted to say something, but no words came out when she opened her mouth.
ALong the way, Dominic spent his time divided between pouting about how he has yet to prove himself worthy of Shion’s love, scowling at Shinto for what he said about not being worthy of Shion’s love, and Shion nonverbally telling him for certain that he wasn’t worthy of her. Or rather, because she found one that was, who apparently was the Golden Wolf of Archadia. Dominic couldn’t believe he lost out ot Francis. Of call people, he lost out to the one person he never thought would love again after what happened to his wife - and mother of Michel - passed away years ago. There was nothing Dominic could do aside from shoving the thought of them two out from his mind, and focus on the mission.
And with Shino with them, there was no way that they could lose.
As they would make their way through the dungeons, dodging and evading any signs of guards as they came. Some they surpirsed and fought, some they avoided fighting with altogether, but eventually, through several turns, a few flight of stairs going up and down, they were able to make it to the surface. Not only were they out of the dungeons, but the band of a prince, a famed assassin, and two criminals were in the Emperor’s Tower. Though, unlucky for them they were on the first floor.
“So, now that we’re here, what’s the next course of action?” DOminic asked the group as lowly as he possibly could due to the simple fact that there were soldiers at all possible corners.
“Isn’t it obvious? We get to the top floor where the Emperor’s Office is, and rescue the Empress Reia. Though,” Shinto bit his thumb thoughtfully, “we are wanted criminals, Dominic. Then, there's the matter of Lorenzo.” Shinto turned his gaze onto the prince, “apologies Lorenzo, but the rumors of your reputation don’t do any justice for the actual man.” Shinto coughed, going back to what he was saying. “If we are to have any chance of blending in and not alerting any soldier, a visit to the armory, or —” Just as Shinto was going to finish what he was going to say, he caught sight of four Archadian soldiers coming down the hallway. One was female with admirable bust, two were lean and of similar height, and one was a bit bulky. “How convenient.” Shinto curved a smirk, then looked to the others. “It seems as though the armory has come to us.” He chuckled, “Shion, when I give the signal, can you used a sleeping spell on them.”
“How will she know what the signal is?” Asked Dominic.
Shinto grinned, then he held one arm up, the other near his legs. Both were jerking to the opposite wall, then suddenly the four archadian soldiers were jerked that way as well effortlessly. And when they would pass the group, Shinto said, “Shion now!”
Just as Hamut had finished speaking, he heard a series of frantic knocks on the door to the Emperor’s Office, followed by “First Judge Magister Darcone! First Judge Magister Darcone!”
“You may enter,” Hamut said.
The door would open and a man named Wyatt would enter. He was the apprentice of Hamut. A general of equal respect of Savayna. He had olive-colored skin and kinky dark hair. Eyes were of light jade. He bore a deep green and dark yellow armor. He took the knee, head bowed. “First Judge Magister, I come bearing horrible news!”
“Yes, Wyatt, what is it?”
“It seems as though Shinto Glacie, Master of Technicks, has been broken out of his high security cell.”
“Is that all? Simply you do not think a lowly Glacie is worth interrupting my very important meeting with our esteemed guest, do you?” Hamut said, clearly irritated and a little insulted.
“N-no, but there is something else.” He hesitated.
“Speak or forever remain silent.”
“It’s about Emperor—I mean, Former Emperor Roman.”
Hamut arched his eyebrow curiously.
“It seems he too was broken out of his cell in the same wing.”
Upon hearing that, Hamut’s face twitched. His eyebrows scrunched, fists tightened, and he grimaced. It lasted for over two moments, then he regained control. “Very well. I thank you for telling me, Wyatt. Please leave us.”
Wyatt left, and closed the door behind him. As he would, Hamut looked to Reia. She must’ve been enjoying this immensely.
When Nadeline said what Ultima told her, Sylvester would nod, and move towards the center pathway. The walls looked smooth, almost like granite or mable. The entire length of the passageway was overflowing with hues of blue: cyan, cornflower, sky, azure, sapphire, cerulean - all shades of the monotonous spectrum of blue flew around, dancing in sparks of mist. It was riveting. There was a certain order that one felt as they would walk through it.
It would last all the way until Sylvester and Nadeline got to a door with blue gemstones engraved into its steel foundation. When Sylvester pushed on it, the door lit up with the strongest light blue glow that one could ever dream of. It danced through the lines of the pattern of the door. Each time it passed a gemstone, the glow would coincide with that specific stone: default blue, azure, navy, midnight, icy blue, light blue, cornflower, sky, deep sky, and then back to azure. Once it came back to azure, the door would show signs of it fracturing, then it crystallized. Crumbling into thin air, sucked into a vacuum of time-space, and thus revealing the end of the pathway to them: a flight of stairs leading up.
“I guess Ultima does know what she’s doing after all. Do tell her a lowly Hume give her his thanks.” Sylvester feigned appreciation, scoffing towards Ultima herself.
And then he stepped forward, gesturing Nadeline to follow him after she had time to talk to Ultima. The stairs would seem endless, but eventually they came to an end. When they reached the last step, and would get off the flight of stairs, they came to yet another fork in the road with the same choice of three options with the same colors, only the left was jade, the center was crimson, and the right was azure.
“Again?!” Sylvester groaned, seemingly displeased with it. He turned to Nadeline, gripping her by the shoulders. “Hey, Ultima! I thought you said this was the way to go, huh? Don’t tell me this is your way of a practical joke!” As he spoke, Sylvester’s tone got loud and his expression seemed twisted, based in a deep-rooted anger.
He tried not to show it, but when Reia said that Jackson was the true heir, there was a grimace on the patriarch of the Darcone family. Though it was only for a brief moment, no doubt the ever-observant Reia Alexandria Roselia caught it. In fact, the thought of her questioning him about it brought an amused smile to the face of Bahamut. But to the matter of her question, he mused a thoughtful hmm.
“True heir you say?” Hamut mused aloud, “well, pray tell, what constitutes a “rightful” heir? Your brother — Roland was it? — was the rightful heir before he was hung, wasn’t he? I mean, correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t he caught murdering your father. And it was Grant who caught him. Tragic. To think your older brother, through no fault of his own, had to lose his rightful place as Emperor of Rozarria because he simply was at the wrong place and wrong time.” Hamut had a grin on his face as he spoke. “The same with my grandson. He had been wrongly convicted for the heinous act of killing his own father, which in fact he didn’t. Not the same, but you can probably see where I’m going with this, can’t you Empress?”
When they stopped and Grant caught the notice of a fire, Savayna did as well. As a dominant ice magick-user, there was an uncommon trait she shared; it was a sixth sense. To her, fire magick has this strong presence. It’s not that it weakens her or anything, but if it’s in a general distance of three miles, she can detect it.
And at the fire was Vlyn, the male Viera. Savayna still wasn’t used to that no matter how much time she spent around him. Given what had just transpired at Omisace, she was going to spend a lot of time at Stigma, so she would have to get used to it one way or the other.
As they would take a seat around the fire, Vlyn offering a meal to them, there was a thought that crossed her mind: how did he know where we were at the exact moment we chose to stop? It was peculiar, and it made her raise her eyebrow at the Viera. “So, this thing you need to tell us,” Savayna said, “you mind being a little more specific?”
That hurt him like a sword to his back, it really did. It was like she didn’t think he was a man or anything. Well, not a real man. That wasn’t true. He was definitely a man. Come on, just look at his bulky muscles! Only a real man would have those kind of muscles. But nope, guess that didn’t matter. Her cold tone was evidence enough of how she truly felt about him. Still, Dominic would not lose faith in their future together. He had faith that he and his honey would be together at long last.
But until then, he watched as she and Lorrie would dominate. Only, he noticed something off. “Wait, there was…” DOminic was sure there was more than just twelve of those guards. Based on how he counted before, there was one missing.
And as Shion whistled, he saw one uncloaking themselves from a vanish spell. Shion didn’t see him. Lorenzo didn’t see him. He had a poisonous dart aimed - and shot - towards Shion. Dominic didn’t think. He just acted, and used his incredible speed, to burst forth. He placed a protect spell in front of Shion, and crimson sparks would surround his fist as he punched the last guard out with such force that it broke the metal door of Shinto’s cell.
“Whew, that was a close one.” Dominic mused aloud.
“Jesus, Dominic,” the Arc would hear a voice say, walking from the wreckage of the door, dust in his sandy blonde hair, and sunglasses, though they were vastly slimmer than Dominic’s aviator-styled ones. “You overdid it again.”
“Shin, my best friend!” Dominic brought Shinto into a big, bearhug. The blonde protesting but giving in due to Dominic’s overwhelming size.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Shinto let out a huff as he saw who were responsible for his release. “]Shion how good to see you again. I have heard through the grapevine that you’re doing well for yourself. And if i’m not mistaken, during the attack on Archadia by Zodiark, you were caught dining with Francis von Sicarius.” Shinto recalled.
“Wait what?!”
“What what?”
“That bastard Francis was with my honey!?”
Shinto whacked Dominic across the head. “You delinquent, you and shion had one night together. One. I’ve told you plenty of times that it wasn’t serious, but nope, you don’t listen to me, do you? Maybe now you’ll realize this one is far above your league.” Shinto let out a heavy sigh, “my apologies Shion. I forget how hard-headed he can get. For any stupidity you have suffered through because of him, know that it will not happen again.” Shinto said as if swearing it to Shion. “Now then, mind telling me why you broke me out of prison? Not that I’m not grateful , but you have me at a loss here.”
“It’s quite simply really.”
“Oh?”
“Lorrie here(Lorenzo Of Rozarria) wants us to help him rescue his sister who is currently the prisoner of Hamut —”
“Lorenzo Roselia?” Shinto chuckled, “you’re Grant’s older brother. The same Grant that’s taking a fancy to my sister.” He said, chuckling again. “To think Savayna found herself a proper prince that loved her the same.” Shinto walked up to Lorenzo, smiling at him. “A brother of my sister’s love is a friend of mine. So, I’ll help in any way I can, but allow myself to formally introduce myself,” Shinto held his hand out to Lorenzo, “Shinto Glacie, older brother of Savayna Glacie.”
When Nadeline spoke, suggesting that Sylvester go back to Rabanastre with her, back to Wesley, a thought came across his mind, momentarily halting any outward facial expression. It was as if his mind went blank. Then, like switch, he turned back on, smiling gracefully at the future queen. “I cannot. At least, not yet.” Sylvester informed Nadeline, holding his tone at a low, hushed, yet completely audible, level. “But, I will escort you out of these god-forsaken tunnels.” Sylvester took the lead.
Sylvester extended his hand outward. A brilliant white light shone in front of him, bright with hints of gold. Magick would take the form of an oval-shaped portal three paces wide and five tall. As he would put his hand into that portal, he gripped something, and pulled it out. From portal came an elegant sword with a pure gold hilt that curved into the blade in the form of a claw of some sort. The blade itself flashed white, particles of holy floating around it. An inscription of some sort could be seen on it.
Whipping it to his side, the portal ceased, and he looked at Nadeline with a guile smirk. As he did, he took Nadeline’s hand. The warmth of her skin brought confidence to him. The halls of wherever they were were dank and smelled like rotting flesh. They were poorly lit, but they felt familiar. Sylvester knew which way to go. He knew that taking a left where it would seem like a dead end would lead them to a secret staircase that went up. He knew not to take them because that would lead to a trap. If Nadeline questioned, he would explain to her to trust him. When they would head down a series of flights of stairs that went up, down, spiraled and contorted to mess with one’s equilibrium, they came to a door. It was locked. It wouldn’t budge no matter what either of them tried. Then Sylvester scoffed at the door, pressing his free palm against it. Pulses of red and white and gold and black went through the metal door, and completely dematerialized it.
When they came into what the door hid, it was three passageways, each having a different colored light: the left had a red, almost crimson light at the end of its route, the center was azure, and the right had jade. “It seems we are at a crossroads of sorts,” Sylvester ironically remarked. “All three look cheery, don’t they? But I fear that we can’t leave it up to chance. So,” Sylvester placed a hand on Nadeine’s shoulder.“Ultima, why don’t you make yourself useful and decide which is the safest route. I mean, that is what you Scions like to do, right? You like to make decisions for us mortals.” Though not blatant, a hint of loathing for the espers was present in Sylvester’s tone.
For the love of the Scions, why was he so fucking positive? Did he not realize what kind of situation he was in? Or rather, did he not realize where he was? He acted as though he was in his office, sipping his evening tea and enjoying the sunset view from his office. There is no black tea with saffron, cinnamon, and a dash of some fancy rose. There was no sunset view. He was in a prison cell, yet he acted like he had nothing to worry about.
Jaakuna shook his head, finding his brother’s optimism sickening. “Well, I’m here to break your happy ass out. Unless, of course, you would prefer to stay here?” Jaakuna was more asking for his own sarcastic self. He wasn’t going to leave it to ROman, because in a matter of moments, his two short swords would slice cleanly through the bars in a diagonal motion. “Now, let’s go. General night is going to be back, and I’d rather not be here when he does. Unless you want to face his wrath.”
“I personally do not.” Lannit chimed in, feeling left out.
“See, you’re outnumbered, so let’s go.” Jaakuna tugged his brother by the arm, and hurled him over his shoulder.
A haste spell was cast from Lannit, and they sped away from the dungeon, away from where General Night’s men would be present, and to a safe location about one-hundred paces away. Still not close to where Dominic had been, but it was far enough.
“I think we’re far enough,” Jaakuna said, setting Roman down on his ass as gently as he could. Getting a haste spell done on him throughout the day really took its toll on JAakuna. He needed to catch a breather.
“True heir you say?” Hamut mused aloud, “well, pray tell, what constitutes a “rightful” heir? Your brother — Roland was it? — was the rightful heir before he was hung, wasn’t he? I mean, correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t he caught murdering your father. And it was Grant who caught him. Tragic. To think your older brother, through no fault of his own, had to lose his rightful place as Emperor of Rozarria because he simply was at the wrong place and wrong time.” Hamut had a grin on his face as he spoke. “The same with my grandson. He had been wrongly convicted for the heinous act of killing his own father, which in fact he didn’t. Not the same, but you can probably see where I’m going with this, can’t you Empress?”
When they stopped and Grant caught the notice of a fire, Savayna did as well. As a dominant ice magick-user, there was an uncommon trait she shared; it was a sixth sense. To her, fire magick has this strong presence. It’s not that it weakens her or anything, but if it’s in a general distance of three miles, she can detect it.
And at the fire was Vlyn, the male Viera. Savayna still wasn’t used to that no matter how much time she spent around him. Given what had just transpired at Omisace, she was going to spend a lot of time at Stigma, so she would have to get used to it one way or the other.
As they would take a seat around the fire, Vlyn offering a meal to them, there was a thought that crossed her mind: how did he know where we were at the exact moment we chose to stop? It was peculiar, and it made her raise her eyebrow at the Viera. “So, this thing you need to tell us,” Savayna said, “you mind being a little more specific?”
That hurt him like a sword to his back, it really did. It was like she didn’t think he was a man or anything. Well, not a real man. That wasn’t true. He was definitely a man. Come on, just look at his bulky muscles! Only a real man would have those kind of muscles. But nope, guess that didn’t matter. Her cold tone was evidence enough of how she truly felt about him. Still, Dominic would not lose faith in their future together. He had faith that he and his honey would be together at long last.
But until then, he watched as she and Lorrie would dominate. Only, he noticed something off. “Wait, there was…” DOminic was sure there was more than just twelve of those guards. Based on how he counted before, there was one missing.
And as Shion whistled, he saw one uncloaking themselves from a vanish spell. Shion didn’t see him. Lorenzo didn’t see him. He had a poisonous dart aimed - and shot - towards Shion. Dominic didn’t think. He just acted, and used his incredible speed, to burst forth. He placed a protect spell in front of Shion, and crimson sparks would surround his fist as he punched the last guard out with such force that it broke the metal door of Shinto’s cell.
“Whew, that was a close one.” Dominic mused aloud.
“Jesus, Dominic,” the Arc would hear a voice say, walking from the wreckage of the door, dust in his sandy blonde hair, and sunglasses, though they were vastly slimmer than Dominic’s aviator-styled ones. “You overdid it again.”
“Shin, my best friend!” Dominic brought Shinto into a big, bearhug. The blonde protesting but giving in due to Dominic’s overwhelming size.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Shinto let out a huff as he saw who were responsible for his release. “]Shion how good to see you again. I have heard through the grapevine that you’re doing well for yourself. And if i’m not mistaken, during the attack on Archadia by Zodiark, you were caught dining with Francis von Sicarius.” Shinto recalled.
“Wait what?!”
“What what?”
“That bastard Francis was with my honey!?”
Shinto whacked Dominic across the head. “You delinquent, you and shion had one night together. One. I’ve told you plenty of times that it wasn’t serious, but nope, you don’t listen to me, do you? Maybe now you’ll realize this one is far above your league.” Shinto let out a heavy sigh, “my apologies Shion. I forget how hard-headed he can get. For any stupidity you have suffered through because of him, know that it will not happen again.” Shinto said as if swearing it to Shion. “Now then, mind telling me why you broke me out of prison? Not that I’m not grateful , but you have me at a loss here.”
“It’s quite simply really.”
“Oh?”
“Lorrie here(Lorenzo Of Rozarria) wants us to help him rescue his sister who is currently the prisoner of Hamut —”
“Lorenzo Roselia?” Shinto chuckled, “you’re Grant’s older brother. The same Grant that’s taking a fancy to my sister.” He said, chuckling again. “To think Savayna found herself a proper prince that loved her the same.” Shinto walked up to Lorenzo, smiling at him. “A brother of my sister’s love is a friend of mine. So, I’ll help in any way I can, but allow myself to formally introduce myself,” Shinto held his hand out to Lorenzo, “Shinto Glacie, older brother of Savayna Glacie.”
When Nadeline spoke, suggesting that Sylvester go back to Rabanastre with her, back to Wesley, a thought came across his mind, momentarily halting any outward facial expression. It was as if his mind went blank. Then, like switch, he turned back on, smiling gracefully at the future queen. “I cannot. At least, not yet.” Sylvester informed Nadeline, holding his tone at a low, hushed, yet completely audible, level. “But, I will escort you out of these god-forsaken tunnels.” Sylvester took the lead.
Sylvester extended his hand outward. A brilliant white light shone in front of him, bright with hints of gold. Magick would take the form of an oval-shaped portal three paces wide and five tall. As he would put his hand into that portal, he gripped something, and pulled it out. From portal came an elegant sword with a pure gold hilt that curved into the blade in the form of a claw of some sort. The blade itself flashed white, particles of holy floating around it. An inscription of some sort could be seen on it.
Whipping it to his side, the portal ceased, and he looked at Nadeline with a guile smirk. As he did, he took Nadeline’s hand. The warmth of her skin brought confidence to him. The halls of wherever they were were dank and smelled like rotting flesh. They were poorly lit, but they felt familiar. Sylvester knew which way to go. He knew that taking a left where it would seem like a dead end would lead them to a secret staircase that went up. He knew not to take them because that would lead to a trap. If Nadeline questioned, he would explain to her to trust him. When they would head down a series of flights of stairs that went up, down, spiraled and contorted to mess with one’s equilibrium, they came to a door. It was locked. It wouldn’t budge no matter what either of them tried. Then Sylvester scoffed at the door, pressing his free palm against it. Pulses of red and white and gold and black went through the metal door, and completely dematerialized it.
When they came into what the door hid, it was three passageways, each having a different colored light: the left had a red, almost crimson light at the end of its route, the center was azure, and the right had jade. “It seems we are at a crossroads of sorts,” Sylvester ironically remarked. “All three look cheery, don’t they? But I fear that we can’t leave it up to chance. So,” Sylvester placed a hand on Nadeine’s shoulder.“Ultima, why don’t you make yourself useful and decide which is the safest route. I mean, that is what you Scions like to do, right? You like to make decisions for us mortals.” Though not blatant, a hint of loathing for the espers was present in Sylvester’s tone.
For the love of the Scions, why was he so fucking positive? Did he not realize what kind of situation he was in? Or rather, did he not realize where he was? He acted as though he was in his office, sipping his evening tea and enjoying the sunset view from his office. There is no black tea with saffron, cinnamon, and a dash of some fancy rose. There was no sunset view. He was in a prison cell, yet he acted like he had nothing to worry about.
Jaakuna shook his head, finding his brother’s optimism sickening. “Well, I’m here to break your happy ass out. Unless, of course, you would prefer to stay here?” Jaakuna was more asking for his own sarcastic self. He wasn’t going to leave it to ROman, because in a matter of moments, his two short swords would slice cleanly through the bars in a diagonal motion. “Now, let’s go. General night is going to be back, and I’d rather not be here when he does. Unless you want to face his wrath.”
“I personally do not.” Lannit chimed in, feeling left out.
“See, you’re outnumbered, so let’s go.” Jaakuna tugged his brother by the arm, and hurled him over his shoulder.
A haste spell was cast from Lannit, and they sped away from the dungeon, away from where General Night’s men would be present, and to a safe location about one-hundred paces away. Still not close to where Dominic had been, but it was far enough.
“I think we’re far enough,” Jaakuna said, setting Roman down on his ass as gently as he could. Getting a haste spell done on him throughout the day really took its toll on JAakuna. He needed to catch a breather.
Dragon Slayers do not exist here since they are ridiculously OP and piece of trash backstory.
Guess we won't be seeing the Magic Power Rangers in this rp.
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