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Well she's been using magic at full strength for the past twenty minutes or so, her MP has got to be getting low. Anyone seen an Inn somewhere?
At some point Terra is likely just going to pass out.
The blaze that Terra had created drew the attention of several other people who seemed to have some sort of connection to this heavy set Magitech Elite. One was tall skinny and had startling blue eyes that sort of unnerved Terra almost as if they were glowing. The next was dressed in rugged travel wear that would have served him well in the Figaro Desert. Lastly was a man with ruff features, his cloths were as strange of the one wielding Magitech weaponry but of much more somber colors.
Terra used one foot to pivot to the side so her flames were turned on every threat present. The one with the ruff features was the first to approach her and though he seemed to be speaking English the words he said made no amount of sense to her. He used strange words such as 'DUP' and 'bio-terrorist' to which Terra could connect no meaning. He seemed to be referring to both of them as something called 'Conduits'. She considered briefly that it might be his people's word for Espers but disregarded it immediately, Espers resonated with one another, even if he was gaining magic through the artificial application of magicite she would feel it.
The next to speak to her was the Magitech wielder, he did not look particularly intelligent which surprised Terra, most of Kefka's guards were at the top of their game mentally and physically. His facial expressions seemed to say he was running through a very difficult problem. When it broke he did the last thing Terra would have expected, he placed the Magitech Weapon on the ground beside him before stepping forward. He seemed to be under the ridiculous impression that Terra was someone he knew who apparently never took off some sort of mask.
The last to approach her was the tall one with the eerily blue eyes. He talked of them all being in the same boat, about how her magic the only thing keeping her safe was unnecessary and how everyone should calm down.
Terra couldn't concentrate properly, there were too many people crowding her field of attention saying things that didn't add up and didn't make sense. She couldn't process everything that was being thrown at her. She couldn't think properly, her tears had dried on her face leaving streaks behind; she must have been a sight to behold.
"EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP!" Terra yelled breathing hard. Looking at the Heavy she started to yell again. His stupidity had finally convinced her he was not with the Empire. "You!" She yelled at him. "Back off or I swear on the power of the Warring Triad I will end you."
Terra took three steps back as the flames coating her arms grew and spread till her whole body was covered in golden fire. "None of you know who I am, and you," she said looking at the man who had referred to her as a 'conduit' "Never again try to label my people just because you are too foolish to understand what is before you, our world is older than you could possibly dream, so just back off." She turned to the blued eyed one "As for being safe," she smiled viciously "I'll never be safe with anyone who wields Magitech weapons without a thought for the blood that when into building them."
Terra felt energized and ready for a fight, her eyes glowed fiercely with fire daring anyone to challenge her.
Terra used one foot to pivot to the side so her flames were turned on every threat present. The one with the ruff features was the first to approach her and though he seemed to be speaking English the words he said made no amount of sense to her. He used strange words such as 'DUP' and 'bio-terrorist' to which Terra could connect no meaning. He seemed to be referring to both of them as something called 'Conduits'. She considered briefly that it might be his people's word for Espers but disregarded it immediately, Espers resonated with one another, even if he was gaining magic through the artificial application of magicite she would feel it.
The next to speak to her was the Magitech wielder, he did not look particularly intelligent which surprised Terra, most of Kefka's guards were at the top of their game mentally and physically. His facial expressions seemed to say he was running through a very difficult problem. When it broke he did the last thing Terra would have expected, he placed the Magitech Weapon on the ground beside him before stepping forward. He seemed to be under the ridiculous impression that Terra was someone he knew who apparently never took off some sort of mask.
The last to approach her was the tall one with the eerily blue eyes. He talked of them all being in the same boat, about how her magic the only thing keeping her safe was unnecessary and how everyone should calm down.
Terra couldn't concentrate properly, there were too many people crowding her field of attention saying things that didn't add up and didn't make sense. She couldn't process everything that was being thrown at her. She couldn't think properly, her tears had dried on her face leaving streaks behind; she must have been a sight to behold.
"EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP!" Terra yelled breathing hard. Looking at the Heavy she started to yell again. His stupidity had finally convinced her he was not with the Empire. "You!" She yelled at him. "Back off or I swear on the power of the Warring Triad I will end you."
Terra took three steps back as the flames coating her arms grew and spread till her whole body was covered in golden fire. "None of you know who I am, and you," she said looking at the man who had referred to her as a 'conduit' "Never again try to label my people just because you are too foolish to understand what is before you, our world is older than you could possibly dream, so just back off." She turned to the blued eyed one "As for being safe," she smiled viciously "I'll never be safe with anyone who wields Magitech weapons without a thought for the blood that when into building them."
Terra felt energized and ready for a fight, her eyes glowed fiercely with fire daring anyone to challenge her.
Well it's not like her issues got resolved at the end of her game. She just had her magic stripped from her which sort if just suspended most of the problems.
I should amend that by saying no one would take Tingle as there only character, it's fine to play the fool every once in a while but most people like to be taken seriously which doesn't exactly happen when your a 33 year old man jumping around yelling "Kooloo Limpah"
As you can tell Terra is working through some emotional problems.
Terra cried, she was by no means weak or emotionally unstable but in the last twenty four hours she had thought a curse that long rested on her had been lifted and the next moment had that hope snatched from her grasp. So Terra cried, letting her impressions of time slip away, she let the tears fall. Terra could have sat there cradling herself for minutes or hours or years but no time would be enough to melt the fierce desperate longing inside her, the longing to be able to touch someone without turning them to stone or to be mad with someone and let her anger run free without the fear of her rage turning them to cinders.
Terra didn't remember how long she stayed there in the center of her scorched earth. The next thing she was aware of after the tears was a voice. "Little lady! Where is Pyro friend?" the man's voice sounded gruff and foreign. He spoke like the inhabitants of Narashe far in the north, you or I hearing it may have called it a Russian accent. "And how did you survive burnings?" He added it as a sort of afterthought like it wasn't really his main concern.
Terra gave a sad almost pathetic smile into her knees. 'Little Lady' he said it like she was gentle and safe... and harmless.
"I'm... s-s-sorry." Terra said her breath coming in raged gasps because of her tears. "I-I d-don't kn-now anyone n-named Pyro." She struggled to speak through her tears. Another shuddering sob wracked Terra's body and she clenched into an even tighter ball. When it had passed she moved her head slightly to get a look at whom she was speaking to.
He was a very large man, two feet taller than her and built heavy with muscle, unlike Locke and Edgar whose toned builds had been subtle this man's screamed of the kind of work he did, messy manual labor, combined that with the scars she could see on his arms it was clear what his occupation was, wet work, putting bodies in the ground. He was dressed oddly in a kind of red clothing she had never seen before; it was so bright it seared her eyes. Lastly he was carrying a strange weapon, she'd seen designs for such things before, built into the arms of Magitech armor. That could mean only one thing; he held her former rank as a Magitech Elite. He worked for the Gestahlian Empire. He worked for Kefka.
Upon realizing this Terra hopped to her feet adrenaline running through her system, her fight or flight responses warring with each other. Terra took two steps back. She'd once destroyed fifty of the Empire's best soldiers, burned so hot that not even their bodies remained. She had sworn to herself never again. She would defend herself but if she could help it there would be no casualties today.
Fire burned behind Terra's eyes and flame lept forth over her arms, cloaking them in red hot light. "Stay away from me!" She shrieked at the man. "I don't want to hurt you but I will never go back to the Empire! Kefka will never use my powers again! I'd sooner die!" She screamed for the entire world to hear, and in response the flames coating her arms danced more violently and the fire in her eyes burned brighter, more intense, ready to incinerate any threat.
Terra didn't remember how long she stayed there in the center of her scorched earth. The next thing she was aware of after the tears was a voice. "Little lady! Where is Pyro friend?" the man's voice sounded gruff and foreign. He spoke like the inhabitants of Narashe far in the north, you or I hearing it may have called it a Russian accent. "And how did you survive burnings?" He added it as a sort of afterthought like it wasn't really his main concern.
Terra gave a sad almost pathetic smile into her knees. 'Little Lady' he said it like she was gentle and safe... and harmless.
"I'm... s-s-sorry." Terra said her breath coming in raged gasps because of her tears. "I-I d-don't kn-now anyone n-named Pyro." She struggled to speak through her tears. Another shuddering sob wracked Terra's body and she clenched into an even tighter ball. When it had passed she moved her head slightly to get a look at whom she was speaking to.
He was a very large man, two feet taller than her and built heavy with muscle, unlike Locke and Edgar whose toned builds had been subtle this man's screamed of the kind of work he did, messy manual labor, combined that with the scars she could see on his arms it was clear what his occupation was, wet work, putting bodies in the ground. He was dressed oddly in a kind of red clothing she had never seen before; it was so bright it seared her eyes. Lastly he was carrying a strange weapon, she'd seen designs for such things before, built into the arms of Magitech armor. That could mean only one thing; he held her former rank as a Magitech Elite. He worked for the Gestahlian Empire. He worked for Kefka.
Upon realizing this Terra hopped to her feet adrenaline running through her system, her fight or flight responses warring with each other. Terra took two steps back. She'd once destroyed fifty of the Empire's best soldiers, burned so hot that not even their bodies remained. She had sworn to herself never again. She would defend herself but if she could help it there would be no casualties today.
Fire burned behind Terra's eyes and flame lept forth over her arms, cloaking them in red hot light. "Stay away from me!" She shrieked at the man. "I don't want to hurt you but I will never go back to the Empire! Kefka will never use my powers again! I'd sooner die!" She screamed for the entire world to hear, and in response the flames coating her arms danced more violently and the fire in her eyes burned brighter, more intense, ready to incinerate any threat.
No one and I mean no one, is going to want to play Tingle. Trust me it won't happen as hilarious as it would be if someone did.
I'd have though the enormous fireball would have drawn some attention.
Link dealt swiftly and precisely with the beast, stabbing it in the center of its eye and using his own mass to tear it open. Arrghus collapsed to the ground and wasted away till the corpse was half the size the beast had been and not remotely recognizable. Her job done Navi descended to the ground. The song she had sung was known to her people as the Lament of the Forsaken. Most commonly it was sung by those beloved of a fairy that had pasted into the next world. Navi wondered momentarily if anyone would ever sing it for her.
The thought was driven out of her head as Link approached her thanking her for her part in the fight. She smiled a warm smile that very rarely appeared on her face. The compliment filled her with warmth. It had been a long time since anyone who knew who she was had cause to thank her for anything. Then again Link didn't know who she was, not really. He thought she was 'Ciela' emissary of the Great Fairy. How would he feel if he knew her real name and the crimes she'd committed.
It was not long after this that Link collapsed, he had expended a great deal of energy since she'd been by his side and she was unaware of the last time he'd slept. She knelt down quickly catching him before he could hit the paving stones. Navi glanced around the square looking for some assistance.
Now that the beast was gone people were returning to the square, keeping to the edges, swapping gossip about what they thought happened. Navi heard snippets, some thought that the Lady Midna had defeated the Hero and would now claim Hyrule as her own, others seemed to think that she had bested a monster he was incapable of overcoming and she thought she heard one who was under the impression that Navi herself was some sort of siren that had seduced the Hero and killed him with magic. It was a deplorable notion.
With the return of the people also came the Hylean Guard, when Navi saw one of the armored men she straightened laying Link gently on the ground. "You there," she said snapping her fingers at one of the guards. "This is the Hero of Hyrule and a personal friend of the Princess." He requires medical attention and rest, have a room prepared for him at the Castle."
Navi's voice was so commanding that the guard didn't think to question her but rather turned running back towards the Castle with any luck to have a place made ready for the Hero. She turned towards Midna.
"Tell me Lady Midna, what kind of ruler releases a monster of this kind into a city of her people; while we're on the subject of your people could you really be so arrogant and proud as to have altered your own History to cover for your misdeeds? This land will never be yours; it belongs to the Goddesses and the Princess." A sudden terrible thought struck Navi, she hadn't seen Zelda since the attack.
The fairy turned her back on the Twilight Princess and surveyed the scene, with any luck Zelda had simply taken some distance from the battle but then again Ganondorf was also gone. It couldn't be could it?
Navi turned back to Midna a fire in her eyes. "Where is the Princess?"
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