Altered Tundra

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Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Even if they had a general location, there was still the fact that the Creature wasn't necessarily in Bhujerba. The most logical guess would be that the Creature was somewhere in the surrounding area, perhaps even higher than where Bhujerba currently floated: high above the Archadian-Dalmascan sea. Though, while that was true and the instinct they had was to go guns blazing on them, Wesley felt indifferent towards this approach. It was mostly because, given the immense threat that the Creature posed to not only the group present, but all of Ivalice, simply going in with nothing but their magick and weapons was, in Wesley’s opinion, a fool’s errand.

“I am not certain that’s wise.”

Savayna raised an eyebrow. “What’cha talkin’ ‘bout, Wes? We know the where, so best not to waste any time. We have to do this.”

“Going straight in without a real plan would only benefit the Creature.” Wesley added, crossing his legs as he looked around the table. “I believe we need confirmation of its exact whereabouts before we act hastily.”

“Then what do you suggest?”

Wesley’s eyes stopped on Michel, which made the green-haired male to curiously — and somewhat suspiciously — arch his eyebrow at him. “With your experience, I vote in favor of Michel leading an expedition to scout out Bhujerba for any clues leading to the Creature.”

“I’m flattered, but are you sure about this?”

“It makes sense that it’d be you. The rest of us lack the abilities to jump through the void at any given moment. If things do go south, you can get yourself out of harm’s way. There’s also your experience at espionage to factor in.”

Michel let out a chuckle, though he would turn it to a smirk. “Very well, Wesley. If this is what you feel is best, then I will do this.” Michel said, eyes going to Shion. “I’d be more comfortable if I would be allowed to bring Meli with me. Additionally, I’d like to request, with your permission, that the Poisonous Rose assists in this mission. Her skills will be beneficial and would make mission run a lot more smoother.”

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

As she had went on about the truth of the Creature, there wasn't so much as a hint of neutral expressions on any of their faces. To be quite honest, this was a bit of a shocker. To think he was up there in Ivalice's skies, shrouded in such dense mist that no one — not WEsley, Nadeline, Grant, Savayna, or even Jaakuna, who had the Gift of the Ram in his possession — took notice to where this being had been hiding all this time. And why should they? When you wanted to operate in the shadows and didn't want anyone to take notice to your presence or your plans, sometimes the best thing to do was hide in plain sight(as Shion had pointed out).

"Do we know where exactly the Creature is waiting?"

"I do," Jaakuna rose to his feet slowly, groaning. He felt like he got ran over by an airship.

"You do?" Savayna raised an eyebrow, doubting Jaakuna.

"Well, I know the general area that the Creature may be."

"Oh, please enlighten us." She dared him, smirking.

"The Sky City of Bhujerba." Jaakuna said, looking at everyone. "I believe we can find the Creature near Bhujerba." He then looked to Shion, "that is what you were going to say, wasn't it?"

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

It was almost as if Shion was deliberately fanning the smoke to this fire that was the animosity between she and Emiri. Neither of them was doing anything to quell their petty dislike for one another. When one had said one thing to the other, they’d respond with an equally-hurtful retort that would escalate it to higher temperatures. At a certain point, one had to wonder if it would cross the point of no return…

Wesley rubbed his eyes as he let out a groan. He seemed to be the only one who not only could speak without it hurting anyone and do so with a clear head. Savayna wished to see them fight. Nadeline probably didn’t want to get involved. The Gods knew Grant had no idea what to say and Jaakuna was in no position to voice any of his opinion on the matter. Michel and Meli were doing their best to ignore the rising tensions between them, so it was up to Wesley to quell the situation.

“Ladies, perhaps this could wait until a later date?” Wesley suggested, looking at both of them before letting out a sigh. “We have more pressing matters such as how we’re going to find the Creature. Or have you forgotten?”

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

It mattered not where they went. Whether it was in Dalmasca, Archadia, Rozarria, or even some other location, there was no such thing as prolonged silence when it came to this ragtag bunch of royalty and nobility — especially when one factored in Jaakuna. Whether he chose to or not, he was the source of most, if not all, of the noisy antics caused by his foolhardiness. However, in the case of the most recent one, he was actually innocent. Believe it or not, he did nothing to deserve not only getting shoved by a fuming Emiri but as soon as he was going to stand up, Michel and Meli accidentally(yeah right) stepped on his back, causing him to grunt and fall into unconsciousness.

Savayna ignored Jaakuna and paid more attention to how Emiri seemed angrier than usual. “Don’t get mad — get even.”

Wesley shook his head at Savayna’s poor word choice. “I’d recommend not following that advice. Fighting Shion, even in her weakened state, might not end well for anyone.” Wesley joined Michel, mirroring his grimacing expression. Both feared what would happen should things get any more hostile between the two, equally-agitated women.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

A desperate screech emitted from one person as their body became engulfed in raw mist, distorting the air around them. They charged forward at a single entity — a shadow that personified death itself. Unlike the lawful death that the Death Seraph represented, that which had been the focus of this individual’s anger threatened all life, not just the lives of all mortal races that walked on Ivalice’s soils and breathed in her air. It was the greatest threat to not only humekind but the Gods that have created all living beings and all living, organic matter.

Mist collided with shadows and a collision of epic proportions had been created; light and dark; fire and water; life and death; good and evil — all that which opposed each other and were the up to the other’s down became present in this one, singular colliding of forces.

Their movements were blinding fast — too fast for any who witnessed it to keep up with their movements. They went from one corner of the cave to the other in a single second. When one had been pushed to assume defensive countermeasures, the other counteracted that to turn the tables. Spell after spell had been launched and each was met with the perfect counter. It was almost as if they could reach each other’s thoughts. It was almost as if one knew what the other was going to do. A game of chess, this was. Only the one who could predict the next move before the other had a chance to adjust would get the leg up on their opponent.

Even still, this was a lot of give and take. The more they gave into their attacks, causing fissures that had the potential to drive a wedge in the largest of cities and evolve into massive earthquakes(as well as aftershocks that were just as disastrous), the more they realized they had equal footing, yet neither was going to give up because both had as much to gain by emerging victorious. Both had equal motivation to see the other became nothing more but a distant memory.

But for one, it was much more than just eliminating that which threatened all life. It was about saving the one who meant more than anything to him.

“I will kill you!” Said Jaakuna Darcone, facing the Creature, though eyes were to the left of him.

“I wish you all the luck in the world in that endeavor, Jackson.” The Creature spoke, but its voice was no longer distorted. It had volume and form. Not only that, but its form was no longer of complete shadow. It was a solidified form much like the form Venat had taken before. It was clad in black armor with the sigil of the devil himself throughout it.

“You will pay for what you have done!”

And as Jaakuna’s eyes drifted over to the ground, he saw a lifeless body that was drowning in a pool of blood. The color of their hair unrecognizable as it had been tainted by the very blood their body harbored inside it. Whatever remnants of its shade had remained was now gone. Only maroon remained.

“I’m sorry.” He said to the body, wiping away a single tear as he charged forth towards the Creature for yet another attempt to kill it.

Sorrow woke Jaakuna up, his emerald eyes slowly opening to the sight of something he had already deemed it being too early to endure. Not even in an upright position and already Emiri and Shion were at each other’s throats. Of course, it had been Emiri’s defensive stance about how Jaakuna was forced into a position they both knew he didn’t want to be in and Shion retorting back in saying how he didn’t have a choice.

“Can’t you do this elsewhere? I was in the middle of a very...enthralling dream.” Jaakuna groaned, forcing himself to stand up. It was obvious he was up. His eyes were open somewhat. Eyelashes were hindering the full view of his emerald gaze and his frequent yawning signaled that this Archadian had yet to enter the state in which people were officially awake. But, as he stood, Jaakuna heard all what they were saying, but that didn’t stop him from walking sluggishly between them, both of his arms brushing past the two busty babes of his life. His left arm pressed against Emiri’s forcing her to make a quarter, clockwise turn, and his right arm had made Shion make the same turn but half of a quarter.

And before either of them could say anything about it, like a walking corpse, Jaakuna had left the room, leaving both gals to their devices.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Morning had dawned on Ivalice and all of those who had been asleep were most likely getting up. Either to do their daily, morning rituals and greet those who lived with them or any and all errands they had to take care of. Some more so than others, obviously, but all had their respective things to do when the sun brought first light this world, illuminating it from the darkness.

And it wasn’t any different for those who currently occupied rooms in Utena headquarters. Though, for some, they were a bit more stubborn to wake up than others. Whilst Wesley and Nadeline, not to mention Savayna and Grant had been up for nearly a full hour(about half the time since the sun’s been up), it seemed as though one particular Archadian was finding it difficult to get up even despite the repeated attempts to get him to open up his eyes. Everyone from Wesley to Michel had tried their luck. Some were more gentle with him like Emiri and others tried to physically manhandle him(Savayna). In the end, it didn’t matter because, much like with everything else, Jaakuna Darcone was stubborn to open up his eyes.

Meanwhile, as everyone else had done what the above couldn't, they were in a room that resembled a dining hall, though it seemed to be a bit rustic as what most of them probably were used to.

"Seems he still won't get up, huh?" Savayna mused, digging into the food in front of her.

"It doesn't seem like it." Wesley noted, quietly doing the same.

"And what about Emiri?"

"Seems she's still trying what all of us have failed to do."

"Sounds like a waste of time."

"Quite."

Crooked Young - An Altered Lies Production

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Eli had been avoiding his family as if they were the plague. He was among those who didn’t know him one bit. They didn’t know about his reputation nor did they treat him as some sort of outcast because he didn’t fit the norm of what a Mossos was supposed to be. Even Ava, as much as she tried to deny it, was a proper Mossos. Eli, however, refused to portray himself as anything that he wasn’t. There wasn’t anything or anyone that could force him to act in any other way that wasn’t 100% Elijah Mossos.

So, of course, he had taken deliberate routes through the house to ensure they didn’t see him. The only exception to this was Georgios, but he was the only one that didn’t seem to really hate him all that much. After a short conversation with him, Eli had made his escape. And he found it in the garden. “Finally some peace and quiet.” He let out a sigh, walking a few steps to get a better view of it. He didn’t really give two shits about flowers, but the fresh air was welcomed. Though, as he had, he took notice to a woman who was enjoying a smoke all by herself. It was that same one from before. The one who had arrived with the human-sized mouse. “Got an extra?”

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It had seemed like an eternity. Every moment spent enjoying one another’s company in any way, shape, or form that was physically or emotionally possible, these two had done it. Alexandros, when it called for it, was a gentle lover. And the reverse was the case when he needeed to take control. Both had chances to dominate the other while they also had more tender, submissive moments. To put it quite simply, it was like heaven between the sheets.

And when it had all been said and done and the two were laying beside each other, Audrey had asked the million-dollar question that had been on Alexandros’ mind since they finished. After all of the fun and games and the equal opportunities they took to hurt each other, what happened next? There was no going back from this point, that much was certain. Neither of them knew the other knew, whatever this was, it was a turning point in their relationship. As toxic as it had been, up until this point, it was nothing but a game of cat and mouse, but now Tom and Jeri had ceased fire and formed a pact with each other. This pact included some very real feelings.

So, truly, what will you do, Alexandros?

He took a moment to think about it. And then he took a few more. Before he realized it, Alexandros had been quiet for over three minutes. He occasionally looked over at her, thinking he was going to respond, but he smiled at her. He didn’t want to worry her, but truth was he honestly didn’t know how to answer this question. Or maybe he didn’t want to answer it. He knew exactly what this meant.

He turned his head to face hers, still smiling at her. “You’ve always been an impatient woman,” he noted, laughing slightly, “but I suppose this means we can’t go back to the way things were before, now can we?” That was rhetorical. Of course, he knew they couldn’t go back to what they were prior to this happening. “Then, I guess this means we’re...official.”

Saying those words actually made his heart lose a beat. Of all people, Alexandros Mossos, the womanizer of the West Side, was off the market. He was in a relationship.

What on God’s green earth just happened?

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Francis was at a loss for words, but not what Shion might think.

Hearing the name Rio Corona brought Francis back to when he was younger. It brought him to a time when his father, Lionel von Sicarius — a famed scientist who oversaw many of the military projects that the then-Emperor, Hamut Darcone, ordered. These projects were what ended up paving way for such innovations like the MTB, or otherwise known as the Magicite Transportation Beam. A prime example of it could be seen used in the Ifrit. Indeed the name of that famed general of Archadia’s history, back when it was at its darkest time, had struck a chord with Francis.

When she ended up telling him how she and Rio were lovers, at first, Francis thought he might’ve heard her wrong, but he knew her well enough to know that she never said anything unless she was telling the absolute truth. In that, his mind went to something he had thought about once when they first met in the Golmore Jungle, just after they fought. It was that she was an ancient being whose strength outclassed his in almost every single way that mattered. Her swordsmanship was perfect. Her fighting stance was unmatched. The way she could effortlessly switch from physical to magickal attacks was if there was no transition. Her ability to go from one to the other appeared to be organic. Francis had thought that maybe she was something more than hume. Maybe she was a Scion herself, but of course, after the events of that day and when they went on their series of dates, it had retired those thoughts for something more logical: she was a spectacular woman around his age that taught him how to love again since his wife’s passing a few years back.

And now? Well, those thoughts not only came back but now they were proven. Francis, of course, took it as only someone like him could: step by step.

He took a few minutes for himself. The silence was a killer, this was true, but the wolf always had to prepare for the worse in any given situation, so time was essential for the thought process of how to attack any situation. Of course, Francis wasn’t just an ordinary wolf. Francis von Sicarius, son of Lionel and father to Michelangelo, was also the man that Shion had chosen to confide in. This made him a particularly exceptional man. A lucky man, if you will.

“We may have walked different journeys in our lives, but the sands of time have guided us to the same destination. We have felt pain and loss, but we’ve also felt love and comfort.” Francis recited a few lines from a symbolic text he had memorized from his youth. “That was a small snippet from ‘The Trial of Time’, written by one of Archadia’s first emperors, Larsa Solidor.” Francis said, giving Shion a smile. “I am well-aware of what this means. Truth be told, I’ve always had a feeling you had kept some secrets. Understandably so, but I also know that you’ll tell me them whenever you’re ready.” He took her hand, looking at her with the same steely blue that she had seen every night they lay in their bed with their hands locked after a few, long moments of passion. “I’ve never thought I would love again after Mirabella. She was the one who I chose to bear my one and only child. And when she passed due to an incurable illness, I truly thought I was lost, so I buried myself in my responsibilities. I rose the ranks and became Second Judge Magister. I had sworn my oath to the Imperial Court that I’d fully commit myself to that role, but then I met you. Of course, I didn’t know at the time, but I swear it was Mira’s ghost guiding me towards you. As her final act, she shifted my views on love and by her graceful hands, I found my second chance in you.” Francis, while keeping a loving gaze on Shion, got down on his knee. “I know not what awaits us in the next rising of the sun nor do I know if we all will get out of this alive, but a wise man once told me that we shouldn’t waste our breath on the trivial or be wondering ‘what if’. The only thing that should matter is focusing on what you want most out of life.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a single necklace. Its chain was crafted from silver and reforged in quicksilver. Along the chain, little stones of blue and white magicite were placed along it, spaced equally from each other. And in the center, framed perfectly in gold and silver magicite was a rare magicite-conductor stone known as Sapphirite. It was carved and forged in magical fires into the shape of a rose. Along the frame were pearls — six of them, in fact.

“I’ve kept this since Mira’s passing. I thought of selling it, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. There were too many emotions and I couldn’t bring myself to, so I decided to keep it. I thought about giving it to Michel and letting him give it to Meli, but I don’t think this would be her style. She seems like a diamond kind of woman,” Francis let out a low chuckle, “but then, just last night, I was looking at it as I was watering your rose bush out in the garden. And then it hit me. All this time I spent here, I’ve had it with me, never knowing what I was going to do with it. Until now.” Francis smiled, letting out three, individual laughs to himself. “I feel as though the signs are all there and it’s time I admit it to myself. Shion, your petals shine brighter than Ultima’s holy light. And they flourish with more life than a Rozarrian festival. I may not be the most graceful of men, but I am a man who knows when he is in love.” He held the necklace above her head, letting it fall gently onto her neck. “I won’t pretend to know what it was like between you and Rio, but what I don’t have to fake is my love for you. That is the one thing I know is absolute. And that is why, with this necklace, I promise I will always be there when you need me. Whether it is my sword, my council, or my heart — not only as an honorable Judge but as your wolf, I will protect you. You are mine and I am yours.”

He took her hand once more, the same steely, loving gaze surrendering itself to her. A vulnerable Francis had all walls down and was now completely exposed to her. And as he waited for her to reciprocate that same regard he had given her, there were only three words he said to her.

“Marry me, Shion.”

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

Unfortunate but I understand. It was a fun ride while it lasted.