Altered Tundra

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

The long silence from when he had spotted her and asked his beloved what she heard to the moment she spoke was a killer. Wesley thought that maybe she didn’t hear anything and she was just confused about why Wesley was meeting with Emiri in secret. Alternatively, she could’ve heard every last bit and she was finding it difficult to process. It could’ve been a number of things--none of which were favorable in his humble opinion. However, as soon as she would open her mouth, it became obvious to the Dalmascan prince that something was terribly wrong. It was in the way she spoke and how frantic she was acting.

But what could it be?

Listening to her intently with a partial reason for not wanting to miss any of it and the rest being of intrigue as to why she was acting this way, Wesley became more convinced--if not fully already--that she had heard nothing of there being a high chance of him being Fandaniel. Instead, she seemed to only hear what he told Emiri about wanting to leave the castle. Though, while that mystery was solved, it still didn’t explain why she was acting the way that she was and saying the things that she said. As a man who wanted to understand it all, she was puzzling him. Even Emiri would try to get her to see to reason. However, that fell on deaf ears.

And when she amped up her tone, Wesley saw Nadeline go to her knees as she started to sob hysterically into his lap as she pleaded with him not to leave. Hearing her words, Wesley knew exactly what was happening. Knowing her so well and knowing how observant he was to certain things, Wesley wasn’t like most men. He had read and experienced so much that Wesley understood what was happening. Though, if the gods forgive him for his silence in the moment, this took him by surprise.

“I see,” Wesley said, patting Nadeline’s back to comfort her.

He looked to Emiri, who at this point was unsure what was happening. He gave her an assuring smile, though he shook his head at her. Without saying anything, it was enough. He knew she wanted him to tell her the truth. Had she been in any other state, then perhaps he would’ve, but she was upset enough. If he were to add to her unrest, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. Besides, he was just reminded of something important. What separated him from all other Zodiark Spawn. Even if he was the Protector, he was still Wesley Alexander of Dalmasca.

“How could I have been so blind and not noticed it?” Wesley seemed to be questioning himself rather than Nadeline. Once she would raise her head to him, doubtless with puffy eyes, he smiled gently at her, giving her a comforting kiss. “My fiance bears me a child.”

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Minutes to Manhattan

Well, how about that? I actually ended posting before sleeping. Imagine that?

Minutes to Manhattan

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^{Anna "high as a kite" Arnette _@Aewin, That one Asian Guy _@Grim327, Special Snowflake Girl _@Melo, Not even gonna remember your names _{@Dirty Pretty Lies}.}

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Why is she apologizing if I was the one who bumped into her?

Ava truly became confused in that moment. First of all, the blonde was way too chipper for her own good. If she could turn it down a peg or five, that would swell. Secondly, how in the hell did she have this much energy for someone who nearly tumbled over due to Ava’s klutzy ass? There was no one in existence ever that would automatically forget getting knocked over, let alone happily state their name and the names of their friends. Unless they were high on something. Yeah, that was it. Anna was high. Lastly, which was probably the most important, there was no way in hell--real or otherwise--Ava was going to remember all of their names.

Well, maybe the Asian-looking guy. He had a simple name. The one named Ophelia. That was quite the unique name. And of course Anna. She was hard not to remember. In Ava’s mind, she will forever be the girl that apologized to Ava when Ava was the one who almost knocked her over. That, if nothing else, makes a lasting impression.

Staring at the lot, Ava felt like the odd woman out. These people were obviously close. How in the blue balls of a Mossos male was she going to not feel awkward?

“So…” Ava scratched her head, trying to think of something to say. Really, anything would do. Just say words. “This sure is a fancy party. Is it usually like this in New York?”

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

She could call it whatever she wanted. Call him pathetic. Call him a less of a man than he was before his partnership with Zodiark. At the end of the day, Hamut ensured his survival by aligning himself with Zodiark. Though, perhaps Shion deserved to know exactly why he did join forces with Zodiark. Perhaps he could grant her that much. Considering she’s on death’s door, it was only right that reward all of her hard work by enlightening her. Hamut stepped forward, circling Shion. As he looked at her in those amber eyes of hers, he actually pitied how far she had fallen. After a longing gaze, he would tell his tale.

“I could spare you the details, but you seem like you want to know exactly why.” He started, gazing upon Shion’s form. “Truth is that Zodiark and I have had a plan from the very get go. Before my grandson ever freed him from that prison in Giruvegan. Before my son’s revival and Zodiark’s true release. Before any of Jackson’s friends or even Jackson’s father, there had always been a plan to not only get Zodiark free but return him to where he truly deserves: ruling over all things. Anything that could be and anything that would be, my master--no, my partner in crime--deserves it all. It was then when I was a young dragon in this world of ours, I devised a plan. Together, through the years, I etched my name into this world and rose to power. Doing everything I could to make sure Zodiark’s revival was inevitable. There were some setbacks, sure, but I was confident that everything would go according to plan.”

“And guess what, Shion?” Hamut knelt down to her, hand on her rosy cheeks. “We’re almost there. The final step was getting you here. Once he delivers the final blow and absorbs that strong mist of yours, we can initiate the final stage of the plan.” Hamut informed her. “With your power, we can--”

“Hamut, that’s quite enough.”

“Of course, my apologies,” Hamut backed away. He looked to Shion. “It’s too bad no one will be able to know of my involvement, Blue Rose. I was really looking forward to getting even with that grandson of mine. I suppose your death in our company will have to do.” Hamut shrugged, stepping aside as he would let Zodiark do what needed to be done.

Zodiark raised his arms, up in the air, conjuring up Michel’s mist around him. Seven colors of his seven auras surrounded him and swirled around he and Shion. His eyes would flash all seven colors and then all of that mist gathered would concentrate into his two fists. And then he would go for a series of punches. “It’s time to reunite you with Rio and Avira,” he said, going in for the final kill.

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Gods he knew she was right. And it wasn’t like he was going to retreat to his vices like Emiri did. He knew that wasn’t the way to go nor was it what he intended to do. Perhaps she misunderstood what he meant in his previous statement. Still, this wasn’t something no one would believe nor accept when they did believe it. While it was similar to what Emiri went through, she herself was not Keiran, but rather had it implanted inside her head. Wesley was a Spawn of Zodiark. From where he stood, there was a difference and not one where he could simply go and tell everyone, hoping for the best.

“I appreciate what you’re trying to say, Emiri. I know it comes from a good place, but I cannot do as you request. If this is the truth, I cannot risk putting anyone in danger. In the event that something unfortunate happens to me, I simply cannot. I refuse to put anyone’s lives in danger--especially Nadeline’s.” Wesley felt a sharp pain in his heart when he thought of Nadeline. “I..need to make preparations for my journey to seek the truth,” Wesley stated, letting out a sigh. It was one that was as if he had no other choice. “I will tell the others some--”

And as Wesley would turn his wheelchair around, he saw Nadeline in the door. In that exact moment, there were a lot of things that went through his mind: how much did she know? What was she thinking right now? He took in a deep breath and exhaled. “How much of that did you hear?”

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When they were left alone by Nadeline and Grant, Savayna and Jaakuna never moved from where they were. The sun’s rays were on them and he held her in his arms, continuously telling her it would be okay and that she didn’t have anything to be afraid of. He assured her, reassured her, and re-reassured her until she got the hint. He wanted her to be sure that there was absolutely nothing for her to fear. As long as he was by her side, he wouldn’t let anything harm her.

And though she protested him in the beginning, after awhile, Savayna ended up admitting defeat. When it all came down to it, she could never say no to him nor stay mad at him for long. It was just the way they had always been. Even when he drove her to her last nerve and it seemed as though she could hold onto her anger with him forever, when it all came down to it, he was probably the only one out of anyone she knew that could get her to see the logic in just about everything. Where everyone else failed, he was always the warmth she sought after. And yet, as they rested on the balcony, watching the birds fly overhead, there was something that she couldn’t help shake. It was as if something had happened yesterday--probably the reason for her meltdown earlier--that made whatever was happening right now seem wrong.

But what was it?

No, she shouldn’t ruin a good moment between old friends by finding a fault in it. Whatever happened yesterday didn’t matter to her. She honestly didn’t care one way or the other. As it stood right now, this was what she needed. She needed a comfort of a friend and that’s exactly what Jaakuna was providing for her.

“Jaakuna..”

“Hm?”

“I just wanted to say..I mean, that is to say..”

“You’re welcome, silly.”

She said nothing after that. They simply stayed there for twenty more minutes before they would venture back to the others in the Grand Hall. They were probably getting worried, anyway.

Naruto: Revival

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Naruto: Revival

>be angel eyes
>have a demisexual character
Seriously pick one please.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

"Just three," Zodiark said through his wincing. "Don't turn around."

When he uttered those words before she would even know what hit her, a sword of darkness pierced through Shion's stomach, spraying crimson liquid out from her torso and onto Michel-possessed Zodiark. The sword itself appeared out of nowhere. However, in a matter of three seconds, it would appear as though it wasn't. A form that blended with the light started to step out as if through a portal of some kind. First, its leg came out, clad in red armor and soon, after about a minute of it slowly coming through and pulling the sword from Shion's stomach.

Given that Shion would look behind her, she would see a face that was all too familiar. "You're off your game, Blue Rose," the deep, aged voice said.

Zodiark smiled, finally free from Shion's clutches. Taking a moment to collect himself, Zodiark knelt down to Shion so he was at eye level with her. "I do hope you understand what just happened. Though, perhaps you should ask my loyal subject."

Their face was now revealed and they stepped into the light.

"Isn't that right, Hamut?"

Hamut whipped his sword free of Shion's blood and simply watched her with curious eyes.

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"I cannot explain this, but..it's true, Emiri. My new powers granted me several things. The ability to see through Keiran's charade. The likely bonus that, on some level, I know what he is planning is also something I might be capable of too; unsure about the details. but what I do know is that this...dream I had. It showed me in a different form but it was still me. My mist was very much the same. I was in the heavens when the Espers rebelled against them. I was Fandaniel, the Protector. I was the one who banished Hashmal and locked him once more into a prison in Pheros." Wesley couldn't shake the feeling that he was right. Why else would he know these things? If he truly was Fandaniel, then that meant... "I can't let anyone know this. Not until I am absolutely sure. I need to make sure this isn't the work of someone else. Or if it isn't, then I cannot be around anyone. I need you to promise you'll keep this to yourself until I can make sense of it."

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

"You must truly not value the life of young Michel. What would your love think?" Though Zodiark was able to get that out, he grunted at the pain of the purification that was currently underway. Deep down, he knew this was a mistake. But his plan was worth the risk if he could get into her mind long enough to distract her from his true objective. It required a little sacrifice.

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Wesley understood Emiri's hesitant reaction to keep secrets from anyone, especially Jaakuna. He knew that asking this of her would only put her in an awkward position, but what was plaguing his mind could no longer be kept from anyone. He needed to tell someone. He knew he couldn't bear to tell Nadeine and everyone else would not understand. She was the only one he could disclose this to.

"Since I woke up yesterday, I've found out things; things that were otherwise out of my reach. Knowledge-wise, I know certain things." Wesley understood he was making little to no sense. "Allow me to rephrase." He pressed his thumb to his lip, looking at Emiri with his darkened indigo eyes. "I had a dream last night that made a lot of things clear to me. The Word, while different for everyone, seems to give me clairvoyance. With this, I dreamt of something frightening." Wesley found himself unknowingly gripping Emiri's hand. "I know who the protector is. The man who is responsible for the tragedy that befell my family. The man who was also responsible for Nadeline's kidnapping. The very same man that.." unknowingly, Wesley was gripping her hand, "it's me, Emiri. I am The Protector. I am...Fandaniel, the Protector, spawn of Zodiark."

And as he spoke that, Wesley felt ashamed to even look her into the eyes.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Even though it was excruciating, Zodiark still stood there as still as water, letting Shion’s spell take effect. Though it had just started, he didn’t anticipate how much it would actually hurt. Purifying magicks truly were no joke. For his plan to succeed, he would simply have to endure. And as he would look at Michel’s skin, it was working. The body he was using was starting to decompose. “I underestimated you, Shion. Your hatred for me has blinded you to the fact that if you purify me, young Michel also gets purified. I wonder, what would Meli think of this?”

And so the mind games continued.

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So Wesley’s fears to distrust Keiran were justified. If Emiri had her doubts to his sudden change of heart, there must be something that she worries that he’d do. Wesley knew that any spawn of Zodiark, no matter if they appeared to be one thing, there would be an air of doubt that no one could shake. But Emiri proposed the question of the century: what was he up to? If he truly was planning something, then what could that be? To understand what goes through the mind of a Spawn, one had to think like a Spawn.

“I..am unsure he’d do anything out in the open. Keiran might try to convince us that he’s idiotic, but any spawn of the Keeper of Precepts, no matter their outward persona, shares his vision. This Is something I know. However, since my awakening, I’ve been...I guess different.” Wesley stated, looking down at his legs--the legs that refused to move on their own. “Emiri, I find myself needing to confess something but..I need you to swear you will not disclose this to Nadeline nor Jaakuna. No one must know this.” Wesley emphasized on the urgency. “Do I have your word?”