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Post by Zidane Tribal on Jan 30, 2020 1:51:23 GMT -5
Pinnacle Rocks was, by far, the most difficult terrain on the plateau and often played on the misfortune of travelers stupid enough to attempt and cross the chasms and ravines in hopes of glory. Many of the wild beasts were suited to these areas and were not in the least bit friendly. Zhagnol were often the worst and known to gore the unsuspecting, chasing them down from high above the cliffs. Warbling birds hid the deceptively silent shuffle of blood-sucking bats who swooped down on thin-skinned prey, or hapless Zhagnol who in turn stampeded ever more troubling the inhabitants of the scenic route into the idyllic mountains.
Zidane looked to Absentia, the entity a curiosity. He felt like something was off with them, but their meeting was a curiosity. He tried to ignore the nagging thoughts that pushed loathsome memories into the back of his mind. Turning his eyes to the skies he could her the distant drums of rolling thunder. They couldn't stay in the area too much longer. He tapped his boots against the ground, the wet squelch indicating the marshy ground soaked and highly susceptible to carrying bolt charges were they not careful. The roots weren't much of a hiding spot, but with Monty's gang in trouble they couldn't very well leave them. the little guy had become a real help when they first arrived at the Rocks.
Without any idea where to go or no where safe to sleep Monty had been instrumental in their collecting their bearing. He couldn't abandon the little guy! It seemed the Nobody had attached themselves to the Moogle and his plight as well. Zidane had not seen what had been loaming about. "It could be a Zhagnol. Those things eat anything they can get their tusks through, but to capture a Moogle? It has to be something smart." Moogles were mischievous, cunning and downright troublesome so if something was capturing a bunch of them in this area there had to be someone more clever than a Moogle behind it.
"Oh thank you kupopo!" He would flutter out of the Nobody's arms and point over across the ravine where a long root that was about the width of a man sat between them and the path that led down into the chasm where, whatever it was, was keeping the Moogles.It was one thing to trail through the twisting roots and marshland, but a complete other to crawl into the belly of the Pinnacle's vales. There was no telling what hid between those twisting vines, or who... Below a pair of eyes, or four, looked up toward the trio before disappearing behind a forest of roots that clung precariously to the segmented, sheer walls of stone. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Absentia on Feb 7, 2020 11:06:21 GMT -5
Absenstia's gaze peered around the scenery. In a lot of ways the precarious pillars of stone reminded them of the place they had first awoken. The biggest difference however, and the one that brought them an odd sense of comfort despite the inherent dangers, was the sense of life this place had. Chirping birds, rustling leaves, the rumble of thunder heralding the oncoming storms. It was a stark contrast to the eerie stillness that had once dealt with. Granted, it wasn't as much of a comforting place as Twilight Town, but Pinnacle Rocks seemed to have its charms...Thoughts for another time though. For now, they had some adorable Moogles to save! And if it was this Zhagnol like Zidane had mentioned, the fine furry friends were in some serious danger!
"Let's get a move on then! There's no time to waste. It's down deeper, right? We should hurry." Without much waiting on their part Absentia would march over towards the gnarled and twisted root and with a quick little hop, leap up to the top, motioning for Zidane and Monty to follow. As much as a part of them wished to simply rush on and get the poor cute critters rescued sooner, they had no idea where to even go! The place was as foreign to them as any and they ran the risk of getting lost themselves. And if Zidane had to spend time rescuing Absentia from their own sense of direction, that was less time being spent on rescuing the Moogles! And that just wouldn't stand!
When their monkey-tailed compatriot joined them, Absentia would lead the trek downward across the winding root route as it pathed deeper into the ravine. So determined the young robed strange was to rescue the precious pommed pals, they lost track of their surroundings. Someone experienced in the area like Zidane, however, might notice a new trio of yellow, pupil-less eyes peering out at the group from the bushes that clung desperately to the ravine's walls and how they seemed to move fluidly between that shadows that hung overhead. Something was stalking the group now, and at quite the precarious precipice too...
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Feb 26, 2020 15:54:08 GMT -5
The Pinnacle Rocks had long been one of the defining features of the plateau. The skies above crossed for miles, stories cut across its stone and sunset. There were many stories on how it has come to be, such as giants carving it and filling it with the sea so that they may take a drink and how heroes of olde used it as a fortification against invaders and of fae long residing in its wood, whispering to travelers to force them from their trails. The ancient Hunters that had founded the Kingdom, though, likely knew the land better than anyone claimed and how to make use of its natural vales and peaks to not only corner prey but to defeat their enemies. Oh Zidane knew all the stories of the valley. And though he did not live in Lindblum long, nor was he born there: it had become a home and he long listened to the old soldiers who spoke of ages past and young adventurers who had seen the ghosts that haunt the crevasses. It had also been a stop on the story of Ipsen and Colin. Zidane looked to the pair of adventurers with great admiration because they did not begin their adventure to become heroes, or to become rich and powerful. They went to save their home...to support their friend in their time of need. As such Zidane knew the harrowing adventure they had here and how real they were: shoulder to shoulder, and the secrets it once held followed the pair across the world and back . . .
He had told that particular story long ago, on a stage, in the spring... It seemed a dream, one he could no longer recall, but the story was easy to remember. It was vivid and colorful. He had played the role of the narrator who led the audience through the story of the long memorialized adventurers. As he walked with Absentia into the valley and they climbed across the gnarled roots, whose thickness could be compared to the walkway of an airship: broad and sturdy. There was nothing to fear as they stepped, but Zidane was, himself, an agile individual that took no qualms in navigating the winding path. They made their way down into the ravine along this twisted road of root and fiber. The rogue’s boots crunched lightly against the rough surface of the vines, scraping audibly as his worn soles would occasionally catch against the surface’s texture. The thief would do to pause every few steps to ensure the fellow was able to keep up.
They were up high off the ground and sometimes would have to cross paths with no visible surface beneath. Sometimes they were a mere step off a stony surface while others they could be hundreds of miles from anything below... Deeper and deeper they traveled until they had climbed down several miles. The farther down they traveled the more difficult it became to see as they crawled into grounded clouds. The dense fog that filled the vale was actually Mist, so it meant there was a limited amount of time they could explore before eventually succumbing to the madness that twisted people's minds when exposed to the cursed fog long enough. Though one would wonder how the haunting energies would affect someone like Absentia who was, in a sense: no one. The two would eventually arrive at the lip of the cave's ledge where they had seen someone, or something, enter the cavern.
It reminded him of that tale. When traveling through the Pinnacle Rocks, before it had a name and before there was any Kingdom or hunter’s camp here: it had been domain to a subterranean peoples who built bridges across the ravines: some of which still existed today, consumed by moss and vines. This tribe had no name and many had no memory of it. Many wars had come and gone, many decades had since past, but the abandoned homes carved into the trees, and the stone, had been evidence enough that someone had once called this place a home. Regardless of who, or what, had lived here, they were shy to outsiders. Ipsen and Colin had become lost: the Mist so dense that one could not even see a hand in front of their face. Colin heard a voice call to him and they had found a cave. Upon entering it they would suffer a number of maladies that, some say were due to the Mist, while others: cursed fae. Whatever it was, and however bards chose to spin the tale: something had caused them great distress that it tore the friends apart and they, from that point on: had separate adventures.
“At least that was how that old man told me . . . “ He explained to Absentia as he looked around the cave. It was a massive antechamber and at the end was a path leading to the left and one to the right. Monty stood beside Zidane, his paws clung to the young man’s pantleg. The rogue reached down to pat his pompom but little would avail the minuscule fae's worry. So they had a choice to make. In order to find whatever was hunting the Moogle in this area down they had to first find it.“How deep do these caves go?” Zidane looked to Monty.“Kupo?” He looked up before resting a paw to his mouth. “Into the light.” He would state. “We Moogles lived here a long time, but we weren’t Moogles back then.” He noted. “But there’s a lot of water below that comes up kupo-po, washing into the marshes above. There used to be a temple below, but you need a key to open it, kupo.” A key, huh? Zidane shrugged and looked to Absentia. “Well, I guess that’s a good a hint as any what we’re looking for. I’m no monster expert, but if there was a bit, dark abandoned temple with plenty of water and food —” “Hey!” Monty complained.“Sorry, but you know what I mean, what do ya say guy?” he looked to the Nobody. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Absentia on Mar 27, 2020 10:27:29 GMT -5
Absentia listened intently as Zidane regaled them with a tale of Pinnacle Rocks, it was something they were quite thankful for. Headaches were often a constant plague for them and they weren't sure why, but oft times just having the chance to listen to someone telling a story kept them at bay for a good while, and it seemed like their new friend had plenty of stories to tell. It helped that the thespian had the flair for dramatics, it was hard to imagine that the rogue would have a hard time keeping anyone rapt. It brought a smile to their face as he spoke, though it seemed to do little for poor Monty, which in turn did little to help assuage Absentia's worry for the moogle and his fluffy friends. But regardless of worry or nerves the conversation served its purpose, the trail to...wherever it was that they were now...was much less dull. They had hardly noticed they had even arrived until Zidane had finished his story and gazed around the cavern, causing Absentia to do the same.
The robed figure would place a hand upon their hip as they pondered. Two paths to go and a terribly deep cavern that went 'Into the Light'...whatever that meant. "So it's likely then that we will be running into resistance on our way down then yeah." they would nod in agreement with their monkey tailed compatriot. "Man nor beast nor nature itself will keep me from rescuing Monty's friends though." Absentia palmed their fist and cracked their knuckles with a nod. "But we believe the first course of action should...probably be deciding on a path. While I am used to traveling alone, we don't think splitting up is the safest course heh." In part it was because really they were lonely, the company made the world of difference to them. But so too was it due to the fact that they couldn't shake the feeling that something or someone had been watching them. Surely it was just paraonia at being in the dank dark ruins, right?
This of course wasn't the case. Behind the trio those piercing yellow eyes gazed from the shadows themselves, slowly but surely trying to inch themselves closer while the group was busy deciding which way to go.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Apr 10, 2020 10:45:16 GMT -5
Telling stories were of second nature to Zidane. The rogue had lived a life on stage and even when he was continents or worlds away the thief always seemed to be capable of stealing the attention of others with his charm. There stood no words that could persuade a man into doing what you want, but there was always a story that enraptured his heart into wanting something more! Though not quite the charismatic bars who could endear a fighting spirit into the meekest of adventurers: the rouge had enough self worth that one could not afford to ignore the woven stories birthed by a thousand years of history and a week of adventure!
"Maybe, but it is just a story. I can handle a few monsters and wild animals. What about you?" As Zidane tried to nosily divine Absentia's ability to fight he would lean in to try and get a look at them. Robed up like that it would be pretty hard to tell if it was them or a monster inbound. He's been surprised before. Monty held tightly to Zidane's pantleg with his paw. The winged fae would examine the surroundings, a weird feeling weighing down their pom. Monty I Hales deeply before batting his tiny wings and taking off from the ground. "Look out!" He squeaked as a ghastly groan expelled from the cave: moans echoing in all directions. From the darkness would shamble a few, desiccated corpses who seemed to fail to understand the meaning of staying dead. They wore tattered clothing that seemed from days past: with one having an old rope around its body, and another with a head lantern, unlit for centuries: wax dried and dribbling down its face. The last had a pickax on its back, a heavy satchel dragging behind it as it struggled to keep up with the small mob of zombies.“Goooooold.” One of them moaned. “The goddess punishes . . . “ The other crackled. “...I like -- turrrrtles.” The other said, which was bamboozling! MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Absentia on Jun 17, 2020 16:44:37 GMT -5
"Some of our earliest memories are of fighting." they would reply with an affirmative nod. If one were to think about it for more than a moment, it might seem rather...sad. Absentia knew this to be true, they had no real memory of friends or family or even loved ones. Flashes of disjointed memories and faces they felt like they perhaps once knew were all they had, there was no feelings attached to that though aside from confusion and frustration as to the why. Why they were without any real memory, why the thoughts that plagued them hurt them so, why nightmares haunted them so often. But it wasn't something that they could do anything about, not now anyway. Maybe not ever, but time will tell.
Their train of thought however would have to wait at the station, because at Monty's suddenly startled cry, Absentia had put the emergency breaks on it and immediately called forth a pair of daunting looking gauntlets around their fists and greaves around their legs. The fist weapons had a motif of snarling dog heads, fangs and all. The robed figure shifted their stance and bounced in place a little as they took in their surroundings. When their eyes landed on the shambling undead, they would let out a soft growl. Fine, it should be no trouble to dispatch a few walking corpses. Something still felt...off though. These aren't what Absentia had felt watching them, but if not them...then what?
Absentia's eyes shot open wide as realization struck from a faint sound hitting their ears. "Zidane, watch your back!" with a quick spin on their heel, they would launch a swift kick outwards just behind Zidane...just in time to launch a Shadow that had lept towards the thespian into a wall. "Damn, of course it's them." stepping their way behind Zidane, Absentia readied themselves for combat. Heartless and zombies, just what they needed. "We suppose we're going to find out how well we each do against monsters and wild animals, hm?" they would say with a little chuckle over their shoulder before turnning and hardening their gaze at the Shadows. "Lay a claw on either of them and I will tear you to shreds, we swear it." granted, they would probably still have to tear them to shreds, but it was worth a shot.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Jun 19, 2020 21:11:51 GMT -5
Zidane our his hands on his hips. "Yeah? I remember my earliest memory was of this cute girl…" Of course the rogue had meant his beloved. "Before that I feel like I was in a deep dream that I couldn't wake up from." Love does wild things to your brain and libido. Not that it did anything to improve the rogue's recklessness. He was a destructive force by his very nature. It was a miracle that Baku was able to wrench any productiveness out of it. He was mischievous as he was a handful. Any port they arrived him him and those boys would haul in a boat's worth of trouble. The lot had their ears plenty boxed by Baku in their day. Though their light was never snuffed out so they rail their troubles over poor sods that need it. It keeps the band of highwaymen thick as thieves. It seems that they had other problems to deal with now, aside from some old memories. The Genome would pay his hips, shifting the scabbard to his right as a grin played at his features. The rogue jumped at Absentia's warning, but it seems the Nobody had his back. The rogue shrugged and moved to pay his new friend's shoulder, trying to calm him down. The rouge seemed to have an idea as he thumbed up behind the Heartless. There seemed to be some stairs. "There's a passage that way, kupo!" Though it likely was one of the many waterways that fed the Pinnacle Rocks.
"These slow pokes don't stand a chance!" He would dash forward, a frightening speed! The moogle fluffed up and charged in, flailing his little paws, bowling over a few shadows. The zombies were, thankfully, too slow, so would shuffle and fall behind as they skulked after the others. Zidane landed with ease and hurried up the stone carved steps. It seems Zidane was a touch less fearful than most towards the shadows, but he had a measure of experience in avoiding their advances. Up the stairs was a tunnel, water up to ones ankles. Monty would hitch a ride on Zidane's shoulders. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Absentia on Jun 23, 2020 22:18:49 GMT -5
Absentia's gaze was stick darting between the approaching zombies and the encroaching Shadows. After having spent so long dealing with the damn Heartless, it was second nature for them to keep their situational awareness high. They should have realized so much sooner what was following them. They had gotten distracted, careless...but, while they normally would chastise themselves over it, this time it felt...good? It felt nice being able to feel like they didn't need to look over their all the time. Maybe there was something about this world or maybe it was just how incredibly soft and wonderful the moogle was. Whatever the answer was, finding it would have to wait. Right now they had some butt to kick and it wasn't going to kick itse—"Hmm?" well so much for that idea. It seemed like Zidane and Monty had a different plan in mind. Glancing between the groups of enemies and the stairs, Absentia would eventually nod. "Got it, let's move."
Keeping their weapons at the ready still, Absentia would follow their new friend up past the Shadows, but not before pausing for a moment at one of the Heartless that Monty had bowled over. Reeling back, they would launch a kick forward at the Shadow, sending it careening towards one of the Zombies. Most of the time, Absentia would stay to watch the mayhem, but there were more important things to think about. Monty's friends were still in trouble, and if the Heartless were here it could be even worse than they had originally anticipated.
It didn't take long for them to catch up with Zidane and Monty, and from the fading sound it didn't seem like the Shadows or the Zombies were catching up any time soon, giving the trio at least a moment to catch their breath. "We apologize for not noticing the Shadows sooner Zidane, Monty." they'd say with a little dip of their head, rubbing the back of their neck as they did. "I'm usually more careful than that, but I suppose we need to start paying more attention." Absentia sighed and looked around at their surroundings. This part of the caverns was flooded a bit, they weren't sure if that was a leak from a river, or if there was an underground lake that filled this portion of the cavern or what. What they did know is...they were quite thankful their boots were tall enough that water wouldn't get in. Wet socks were terrible no matter what world you were from.
"By the way, I must say your speed is very impressive, Zidane. We would have trouble keeping up if you had kept running for long." Absentia would comment with a nod, stepping over to Zidane's side, giving Monty a gentle pat to the head. "And you're quite stronger than you appear, Monty. Bowling over those Shadows like nothing. I'm confident that we'll be able to rescue your friends with little trouble." they hoped anyway. Letting their weapons vanish for now they'd place their hands on their hips and glance around the cavern again. "We suppose one of you might know where this path leads? Because I'm fairly certain if you were to follow us, I'd just end up getting all of us lost..." they'd say with a little chuckle as they turned their attention back to the two.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Jul 2, 2020 15:54:52 GMT -5
The waterways were quite expansive and dark, but there seemed a few light peeking through eroded spaces in the stones that provided what light they needed to continue along a safe footpath. Not that the nimble Zidane or flight ready Monty had much to worry about. The rogue's boots easily found grip, his tail weaving around as he stopped up, around and over the uneven terrain. Zidane came to a stop at a split in the path, arms folding behind his head as he looked back to the Nobody.
"Huh? It's no big deal. Not like those guys aren't real quiet. It's part for the course." Zidane seemed hardly shaken by the encounter. "Besides we gotta find Monty's tribe." He thrust a thumb at the Moogle who fluttered off the young man's shoulder."Oh yes kupo, those of us that escaped the danger ran deep. We didn't know a lot of this was here. There were places to hide, homes, but we were pushed deeper and it became dangerous kupo-po!" He explained. Indeed it seemed every few chambers they met there were homes cut from the surrounding nature. Out in the Pinnacle Rocks were homes carved into the trunks, small enough for Moogles, in the previous chamber a few stone dwellings were carved out. But now they were reaching a point where it was becoming more waterbound. Whichever passage the picked would have them meet with a great sluice. Zidane understood his worry. Holding up his gloved hand he would offer it to Absentia. "Here, it's pretty dark. This way we don't get separated." Monty seemed pretty pleased with the praise, puffing up proudly! "Who knows what's this way, but Monty can probably sense his friends. Moogles have good senses for that, right?"More praise! Monty would blush and spin about mid-air! "Of course l, kupo!" He pointed. "They're down this path, but it's faint, po. They're probably far off." They would likely need to get to it! The Zombie shuffling was getting louder! MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Absentia on Feb 12, 2021 15:01:24 GMT -5
A soft chuckle escaped Absentia, who would nod and take Zidane's offered hand in their own. "A wise choice to be sure. While I believe we have been likened to the walking dead before, I have no interest in joining them any time soon. Or ever, all things equal." they'd shake their head as they followed along with Zidane and Monty throughout the wet and winding tunnels. The Pinnacle Rocks seemed to be quite the dangerous place to live, they felt so bad for the poor moogles. Furrowing their brow, Absentia mused to themselves as they walked around. As of yet, Munny wasn't particularly in their grasp, it wasn't really something they had desired overmuch. But, they had to wonder...How much would a giant mansion big enough to fit all the Moogles in and keep them safe cost?! How cute of a house would that be?! If there were even a hundred Moogles, how much would it cost to make sure they would always have food? These were very serious questions that they would have to find out the answers for! Though the first step would be actually making the Munny to do so to begin with...the second step would be seeing if there even was a mansion here that could fit them all. Siiiigh. What a wonderful place that would be.
Lost in their reverie as they were, Absentia wasn't entirely oblivious to facts. Facts such as the encroaching zombie hoard slowly shambling closer. That was hardly an issue at this juncture though. No, the bigger issue was the water level that was slowly rising as the trio went deeper. Given that Monty could fly and that Absentia was rather tall, it wasn't so much an issue for the two of them. But with how...vertically challenged Zidane was, they hoped the bohemian wouldn't get swept away if the current dared to pick up! "Zidane, if the water gets to be too much, let use know and I can lend a hand." they would comment with a nod and a smile.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Feb 14, 2021 14:51:01 GMT -5
A long time ago Zidane may not have even thought twice about living in a rundown clocktower in the Theater District, at least after he came to understand home was where the heart was and in his youth his heart was anything but tame! It was prone to wanderlust and fed the curiosities he held about his birthplace. So contrary was he to have looked passed the love and care Baku had taken to raise him. After nursing his wounds and ego from the physical and verbal lashing that day: he had come to better understand that he was being stupid! He was an idiot to overlook the privileges he had been freely given. Not everyone had a roof over their heads, clean clothes studiously mended by a red-nosed slob who was surprisingly nimble-fingered, and big brothers who knew his idiosyncrasies and sometimes encouraged them! If not for their meddling he supposed he would have still been moping about Dagger's growth and ignored his own feelings. Even now it seemed silly to have even, for a moment, think he had no where he belonged. It wasn't the past that was important.... It was what you did with the present so the future can be great. He looked to Absentia and canted his head. The guy must have had it rough, falling from the sky like he did. " Hey," Zidane called. "D on't worry about that, after this you can come over to my place and we'll have drinks." He pointed to the distance, though they were underground. " I live nearby." He promised with a smile as he found himself wading waist deep in the water. Monty landed on Zidane's head and tapped at his skull with his paw. The rogue looked up and grinned at Absentia's offer. He was always pretty small in his group, but he was far from helpless. Zidane pointed up, to where Monty had alerted them. It was a passage that seemed to climb straight up. Through it they would find themselves in another watery passage, but the water was flowing down and into the room below where they currently were. Upon climbing through they would find themselves in the main thoroughfare of the temple. Ancient carvings of animals and text that neither would have the capacity to read unless they knew Ancient! At the end of the hall was a great and old Adamataimai thrice the size of the common breeds found in the deserts of Gaia. This one had moss and flowers growing all on its back: its horns scarred by age-old contests of strength and its beak cracked from hardships. Its flipped lay still in the waters: its chin against the stone ground as the water rushed by, cooling its entire form. Above it was an ancient bell that looked akin to the ones Burmecians used. Zidane blinked. " That looks like the bells from Gizmaluke's Grotto... and these images -- kinda look like him, except with a shell. I wonder if they lived here a long time ago and worshipped this guy...?" Did that mean he was an old one, forgotten in the gnarled roots of the pinnacle? MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Absentia on Dec 22, 2022 20:56:42 GMT -5
Something in the back of Absentia's head was ringing like a clarion bell. It felt so familiar yet so distant at the same time. Not entirely unlike deja vu. The place, the faces, the atmosphere was different — they were sure it was dryer for one — but this memory of camaraderie was the same. From whence did it spring though? When they tried to pin it down, it would scatter like the seeds of a dandelion on a breeze, a thrumming pain in their head following shortly thereafter. How could one ever hope to know who they are if they can't even know from where they came? Idly the lengthsome wandered chewed upon their lip as they walked, falling deeper into their musings until Zidane's voice chimed in once again.
A smile spread across Absentia's face, that warm familiar memory again pushing away that pain. "Ah, that sounds delightful, we would love to." they replied with a thankful dip of their head before it turned to follow where Monty and Zidane had pointed. A climb it was, it seemed. Before they would climb themselves, they waited at the bottom and watched their friend. In part to catch them if they fell, but also to spot the foot and handholds the young rogue had used. Once they were sure that Zidane and Monty both were safe and sound, Absentia would clamber their way up and through the new passage.
Pulling themselves up, they gave a heave of a sigh and leaned on their knees. Hardly the first time they climbed through such ridiculous spaces... They think. After giving a thumbs up to signal they were fine, they stood up and gazed around at the temple walls. Curious carvings of creatures and calligraphy that Abesentia couldn't quite place. Familiar yet distant, just as all their memories seemed to be. Idly they would run their fingertips over the reliefs with a canted head. "I can... read some of this, vaguely. This bell...", they trail down the line with a digit. "Guardian... quell... nests in snow." Shaking his head, Absentia sighed. Regardless of what memories may or may not be there, the halls were still just as curious to them. Who built these ancient causeways and for what purpose? "I'm afraid that doesn't tell much more than we knew really. Apologies."
The wanderer's eyes trailed over to the resting gargantuan turtle. "I don't suppose you could tell us more, by chance?" it was hard to tell if the turtle was awake or asleep... just as hard as it was to tell if Absentia was serious or not in speaking to a giant napping Adamataimai. They seemed, at the very least, curious and enamored by the majesty of the creature either way.
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