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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2018 23:42:56 GMT -5
Maleficent's earlier comondeered airship had certainly taken a hit that it would not be recovering, but what was worse was the entirely savage hit to her pride. Some insolent creature with an apparent taste for captive kings had managed to bring her the mistress of all evil down with the ship as well. But from that wreckage arose the flames of the sorceress' rage.
She searched for awhile while she gained her bearings but in the end Maleficent didn't know these lands. She was out of resources and the monsters with darkness in them were relentless. Eventually she slipped into the holds of the tendrils of darkness to be lead elsewhere.
Her travels took her to a different world. Some kind of city and in the distance what appeared to be a castle. She emerged from the shadows of some alleyway and she wasn't alone. This meeting felt like more than chance. Maleficent had a sense for the ebb and flow of destiny. "You there! Where is this? Who are you?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2018 13:38:07 GMT -5
Amarant had been on his way around town, collecting the wanted posters of shoddy criminals and thieves that had caused trouble for the locals of Lindblum. Petty thieves, vandals, the occasional "bandit" or two but no one or nothing that rose up to his standards. He supposed such things should be expected in a time of peace, a time where one's soldiers would suffice for the bigger jobs. After all... Who would hire a mercenary when one could be far more economic?
The soldier had left the service of the Alexandrian guards all but officially, utterly disappointed with the work. Much the opposite of his time in the city of Trenno, there was simply too little for him to do. Training meant little if there was nothing to truly hone his claws on! It was why he went back to almost-full time bounty hunting. At least here, he could be occasionally surprised with how scrappy his targets could be. Back at the castle...? He couldn't get a day's work in without feeling as if he were getting softer by it's end. Having friends was... okay and all but he was a warrior.
He had needs.
He would not be shackled to a life without true battle.
...Still...
As he shuffled through the various posters, he couldn't help but feel a small twinge of regret, leaving on such short notice and hardly stopping long enough for Queen Garnet and Zidane to find a suitable replacement. At the time, he was fed up, though he would scarcely express it, and he acted on those impulses. Crossing his arms, the mercenary stared out into the always-bustling traffic of Lindblum as the bounties were crushed between his palm and his bicep. He couldn't help but wonder... how long until Zidane tracked him down again?
...He'd wager one week. He'd put the gil from these measly bounties on it.
Speaking of being tracked down, Amarant's ears twitched as they picked up the sound of feet *clack*ing against the cobblestone floor further into the ally-way, the mercenary turning his head ever so slightly in it's direction. Out from the black and shadow stepped a woman dressed in equally dark attire, a staff in hand, radiating with power... He could practically taste it off of the air that surrounded her, the mercenary's fingers twitching impulsively! He could feel a challenge on his lips before he had thought to say it... but the woman spoke first, demanding his name and location!
Amarant only stared back quietly for a second... maybe two, a single emerald gleaming out from under his long, blownback dreadlocks.
"...Where do you think?" He asked flatly, arrogantly. "You're in Lindblum, lady." He'd pause, pushing himself off the wall, his massive form blocking the way out of their shared alley as he turned her way. "One of the biggest go-to places on Gaia...? Airship-city...?" She looked too... well-kept to be one of the folk who live far out in the villages, villages who barely remembered who they belonged too. Either she wasn't from here... or she was one of Vivi's ilk that knew very little about anything outside their village...
...He was going to assume the former.
"...My name doesn't matter. Yours does." More arrogance from the mercenary... One of his sins but one he would not fix... "Who doesn't know about Lindblum? Who are you?"
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