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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 25, 2018 5:56:52 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Prior to having crushed the Teleport Stone within his hand, Dieter and his unexpectant guest, Ivonne Menetril, had both been fated to be crushed beneath hundreds of pounds of rubble. Now only seconds later, they'd find themselves standing perhaps a hundred feet away from the Dalmascan Estersand, directly outside of a towering gate that lead into the heart of Rabanastre. Instead of the far-off sound of battles being waged, their ears would no doubt be bombarded by the excitably chatter of a handful of merchants - each one waiting in line to have their wares inspected prior to entering the Rabanastre. Off to their left hand side, one could hear the excitably squawking of a plethora of Chocobo, a disgruntled Seeq starring intently into their pin mumbling about how they'd eat him out of house and home.
Dieter's head throbbed painfully as his brain tried to process an overwhelming amount of information, specifically the drastic shift in his surrounding environment. He'd inwardly cursed as nausea ravaged him momentarily, his hand darting upwards to his lips as his stomach lurched uneasily - why didn't it ever get any easier. Unfortunately, in his haste, the arm that he'd precariously wrapped around Ivonne just seconds prior had fallen to the wayside, abandoning its' task of supporting her body. If she'd lapsed into unconsciousness during their sudden warp, no doubt, she'd end up eating the sandy pavement beneath her feet - it definitely wasn't going to tickle. Although, it seemed like a menial price to pay for their ensured safety. Truthfully, the worst that Ivalice had to worry about in this region were a handful of rare game, most of whom knew better than to approach the city.
Dieter's head lazily craned to his right, trying to make sense of the urgent shouting of the Moogle that was within arm's reach. What is he saying? , Dieter mused to himself, unable to process it at the time.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2018 7:31:16 GMT -5
[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained.
”Fray?... Why do people fear?”
A young girl no older than nine peered from her book up towards the man casually polishing a dark blade on the floor of the inn room they had been renting out for the last few days now. Uldah was just as it advertised, a city filled with sand and merchants. Fray told her they would be staying within the city for a few days. The heat was nearly unbearable, but it was welcomed compare to the chilling frost covering Coerthas. The girl’s innocent yet monotone expression waited for the man to answer as she stared at him from her seat on the bed. “Because it’s human nature.”
The man shrugged, he didn’t bother looking up at the girl and instead went on with his task. “But aren’t humans supposed to be logical?”
“Logic has long been forgotten midget. People nowadays rarely use the thing we call a brain. Now focus on that damn book, I want to be able to hear you read it fully within a few days.”
It…was that dream again, a memory of the past she rarely dwelled on. A scene within her time with the man who raised her like a second father in a sense, or a grumpy uncle. Both was more how she described it. It was a scene from a past she rarely bothered recalling these days. She remembered it as one of the conversations she had with him in her childhood years. Though… that was all it was now, mere memories she can never forget. It was all in there…saved in a way someone would a favourite movie within a disc. Though… it was not one of her favourites, her memory still saved it. Playing it like a video within her mind’s eye every time she allowed her thoughts to drift far enough. Though now it was the only thing amusing her within the sea of darkness she found herself in. More or less in her mindscape when her body shut down on her. She couldn’t blame it, not after experiencing that unpleasant experience. Hell she didn’t even know what in seven hells Dieter did. It’s not aetheryte travel. It was far too unpleasant for that…
But Dieter had been right on one thing though. The girl’s limp body fell like a marionette with its strings cleanly cut as Ivonne’s unconscious form fell on the ground the second he let go of his grip. She clearly…did not take the travel well if it rendered her unconscious though the child did… look somewhat innocent asleep… she might not be too happy to know she’s not in Hydaelyn anymore…. Oh well another bridge to cross, but first the kid needed to wake up…which…apparently wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 25, 2018 20:12:18 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| The Dark Knight’s gazed shifted downwards, where it’d lingered upon the unconscious Dark Knight, Ivonne. An exacerbated sigh slipped from between his lips as he’d knelt to the ground, begrudgingly unfastening his make-shift holster for his blade. Once it’d slipped from his back, he’d made use of the wyvern-skin straps, wrapping them tentatively along the length of both his own and Ivonne’s blade. The vein in his neck visibly distended as he’d strained to lift both of the cumbersome blades. Little girl is stronger than she appears, expected from one of our own , Dieter mused to himself as he’d hefted Ivonne’s body up into his left arm, cradling her unconscious body closely to his chest. His right hand hafted their blade from the ground, struggling to keep the blades a singular inch from the ground.
He’d ignored the Moogle’s concerned protests as he’d slipped through the towering gates into Rabanastre. He’d paid others little to no mind as he’d made his way to the Helios’ Ambition Clan Hall. He’d offered a light-hearted grin to the Nu Mou that greeted him from behind a desk. Without uttering a singular word, Dieter deposited Ivonne’s petite body upon one of the handful of leather-bound chairs. With that particular issue addressed, Dieter let out an audible content sigh as he’d lowered their weapons to the ground – ignoring the screaming protest of his fatigued muscles. He knelt to the ground, diligently fumbling with a series of straps as he’d unsecured their weapons, stopping in the midst of his ministrations when he swore he’d heard the sleeping doll groan.
Is she waking up? , Dieter wondered to himself.
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[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained.
Was it possible for a sword to toss a childish fit? Apparently…. There was a thing about anima weapons and the way they were given their sentiency. With the way it started pulsing a darkish sort of aura the second his skin made contact with the hilt as though whatever spirit housed within the blade began tossing a fit worthy of a child tossing a tantrum when their parent refused to give them candy. That’s… probably a way to describe it. But the man clearly wasn’t letting go… and so the warning ‘tap’ if you call it trying to scorch the dark knight’s hand all the way until the knight released it after depositing its owner’s body onto the couch… well it’s clearly one temperamental blade. Though would be worse… had he really gone through with his earlier claim of using it to heal him… an offended spirit is never really a good thing. Especially one… that was rash enough to toss a temper tantrum all the way until he let it go. The joys of having an anima weapon… what’s more is a very sentient anima weapon with a soul firmly attached into it.
But ehhh… Details, the girl isn’t capable of answering his questions as of right now. She barely stirred the entire way to his guild! Not even the noise generated by the bustling city life woke the child. She was, completely still in the man’s arms. Goes to show… just how well she took to dimension travelling… the shock that overcame her system during the entire process was enough to render the fatigued child unconscious.
If she hadn’t been exhausted she might been able to handle it better. But the child had issues with keeping still for a day. Her hands always itched whenever she found herself lacking some form of activity. Like she was ‘allergic’ to the term resting and would have to be forced into it. And now her body was the one doing most of the screaming…
A soft, barely audible groan left the girl’s lips after the ten-minute mark after their arrival. And after he had placed her body on the soft surface of the couch. Her body shifted lightly as it struggled to force her consciousness back into her body. It succeeded once the girl’s eyelids fluttered open. She was back to the world of the living… tired ruby orbs bit back a groan once they opened. Nausea wasn’t too far behind as it slammed into the child once she was semi lucid enough to notice the harsh throbbing within her temple. Oh she felt sick alright, she felt like she wanted to puke her innards but wisely kept herself in check and the urge firmly just that… an urge. One of her hands found themselves on her stomach as she blinked slightly, trying to make the room settle within her sights before she lazily glanced around. Where was she?... This didn’t look like Rabanastre anymore… well it looked different. This certainly wasn’t an airship or her one of the inns within Eorzea… hell it didn’t look like an inn at all. She bit back another wave of dizziness, her body protesting loudly as she weakly forced herself to sit up only for the weakness to rob her of that and sent her back down. “What in seven hells…” She mumbled before her gaze found Dieter.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 27, 2018 0:20:54 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Is this blade a rumored “Fellsword”? , Dieter wondered, certain he'd once heard a rumor regarding the accursed blades – their dreaded, cursed steel rumored to trap the souls of those it’d slew. Dieter’s chest reverberated strongly as a hearty chuckle slipped from between his lips. What was so amusing? It was the blade’s childish antics, the way it’d tried to sick its’ parasitic darkness upon him. Perhaps, it hadn’t realized or simply didn’t understand that its’ ministrations had been ineffective. No, that wasn’t entirely true, Dieter felt the hilt of Ivonne’s sword grow hot beneath his touch. Before it could singe the flesh of his palm, Dieter’s own Darkness ran wild, fervently feasting upon snippets of his vitality to counteract the undulating Dark Aura – albeit his manifested itself as a rich amaranthine cloud. His lips tightened and set themselves into a firm scowl, his eyes drifting down to the blade as it’d redoubled its’ efforts. Its’ aura thickened, briefly managing to pierce through his makeshift defenses. He’d let out an audible hiss as he’d felt the heat intensify, a visible red scald left in its’ wake. Quite fickle, aren’t you? , The Dark Knight though to himself as he’d surveyed the damage done, it wasn’t anything too concerning – it’d heal properly in a day or so. Still, he couldn’t deny the blade had piqued his interest, momentarily capturing his interest. Truthfully, he’d never encounter such a blade, albeit, it also wasn’t forged by an Ivalican Blacksmith. Dieter was certain of that fact, despite not being a practioner of the trade, Dieter possessed formidable knowledge pertaining to swords – not surprising given he’d wielded one for over half a millennium. Still, Dieter returned his attention to undoing the straps that bond their blades together, figuring he’d imagined the Ivonne’s pained groan. However, when she’d groaned the second time, Dieter ceased his ministrations, observing Ivonne as she’d begun to stir. A handful of seconds later, her ruby-eyes cracked open groggily. The aftereffects of teleportation , it still baffled Dieter that a handful of Time Mages managed to master the ability to warp freely – the havoc it must of wreaked on their body. The Dark Knight truly pitied them, genuinely unwilling to subject himself to such torture unless entirely necessary. His train of thoughts was disrupted as Ivonne attempted to sit herself up, the aftermath still wreaking havoc upon her petite body. Her strength had yet to fully return and because of that she’d fallen back down. “I apologize, it was all I could do to save us from being crushed by the rubble… the nausea... it will subside with time...” Dieter retorted softly, his tone suggesting that his apology was heartfelt. However, he’d paused for a moment or two, trying not to overload the nauseated Dark Knight “Welcome to the Helios’ Ambition Clan Hall.” He said with a playful smile, not quite sure how to explain to her that they’d warped to an entirely different world.
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[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained.
Fickle wasn’t the word for it. Try a temperamental being with serious temper problems when others except for its ‘mother’ touches its hilt and you have Blood thorn’s current set personality. That of a massive mama’s boy who’s extremely fickle at being manhandled by anyone else. Though… if were talking about its record for tantrums… he’s getting off easy. It was merely trying to scald him, nothing more nothing less.
It wasn’t as if it’s trying to drink him dry of aether… one problem would be is that he doesn’t possessed the same energy it was so used to absorbing on a normal basis. The dark amaranthine energy cloaking his hand only served to confuse the spirit housing within the young blond’s blade. A few more times it did try its normal tactics before like a hissy child it barely managed to keep itself from lashing out. Him placing it down once he got to his destination probably had a factor in that. As long as he wasn’t handling it anymore the blade started behaving itself though the unsettling aura gleaming out of it was… like that of a smug being having gotten its way.
Well… considering how Ivy spoiled the spirit with aether, not surprise it grew a bit of a spoiled side. Though what kind of blade it was, the groggy child wasn’t in the condition to fully explain. IF she planned too…she certainly was not in any mood to disclose her blade’s origins. Too much explaining and well, butchery of a man’s perception of sanity when its merely a norm to what she deals with on a by daily basis. Better than being dragged kicking and screaming to deal with primals…
Ivonne barely registered the man’s words as her mind tried to fight off the groggy cloud circling around her senses. Gods… was it possible to feel like she had gone and gotten repeatedly stomped on by a large beastie? Or being physically smacked by one of Zurvan’s thrice damned spears. She didn’t remember feeling this bad when a certain chariot wielding nut within rabanastre tossed her bodily off the ground. It was not an experience she wanted to repeat and now…was being forced reminded of every single event that left her well… feeling so foul.
The child closed her eyes momentarily thankful once the room settled within her sights. Now that she noticed it. Her eyes cracked open, glancing around in mere silence to note the handful of leather bound chairs. A lamp ontop… which was normal, as well as a desk where an unknown creature resided. 'The hells?...is that?...' She thought half groggily while trying to shake the last vestige of sleep out of her mind. Her body still felt weak enough to move, mildly annoying her until she turned her neck slightly over to the man. Craning her head to peer back as he continued to speak. Her mind trying to catch up to his words until he mentioned just where they were. Ambitions clan hall? Another free company? She voicelessly wondered before trying her luck once more at sitting up. She barely managed, shakily grasping onto the couch armrest for her support before hefting herself up to sit. Nausea immediately assaulted her but the girl shouldered on, clenching her eyes tightly in discomfort until she succeeded in pushing it back. Reverting her face back into its expressionless façade. “Hellion’s… ambition?....” She repeated his words. Now it was her turn to be confused. “What…exactly did you do?” Her red eyes settling onto him somewhat half distracted with her new surroundings.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 28, 2018 9:21:10 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| She still hasn’t rebounded? Has she been exposed to such magick before? Alas, it’d hardly seemed an appropriate time to bombard Ivonne with such questions, no, it certainly be postponed until she’d recovered. Dieter wouldn’t admit it aloud, a portion of him sympathized with the nauseated Dark Knight. His pallor momentarily worsened as he’d reminisced on the first time he’d made use of a Teleport Stones’ magick, he’d spent nearly five minutes straight dry-heaving. So, in retrospect, Ivonne was certainly faring better than he had initially, albeit, she’d also been unconscious for perhaps fifteen minutes – a fact that had definitely concerned him.
Dieter cautiously observed Ivonne as she’d let her eyes flutter shut, if only for a brief moment. When she’d opened her ruby eyes again, they’d begun to groggily survey her immediate surroundings. Dieter felt his lips curve upwards into a mirthful smirk, noting how her gaze lingered on the Nu Mou, Nils, whom acted as receptionist – his value to Helios’ Ambition was immeasurable. Dieter had a similar reaction the first time that he’d met a Nu Mou, during his tenure with Belias, he’d never encountered such creatures. His gaze shifted back to Ivonne, his eyes widening in surprise when he’d realized that she had been intently starring at him the entire time he’d spoken.
Poor thing, the Warp sickness hit her hard , Dieter thought to himself as Ivonne struggled to sit herself up. He’d tentatively extended his hand, positioning it behind the small of her back, taking extra care so as not to make contact – he didn’t wish to unintentionally sleight her. He’d remained silent as his comrade suppressed her nausea, her emotionlessly facade returning in full force.
“No, Helios’ Ambition...”
Dieter corrected her, his voice hardly dared to raise above a hushed whisper. When she’d inquired about what he’d done, he’d remained silent for a moment or two, uncertain of how to explain in a way that would make sense. Where is Ysera or Syel when you need them most? Dieter thought begrudgingly, entirely certain that either of the two would be far more qualified to explain what he’d done. However, neither were present so the burden was still his alone. He’d leant forward so that he could rest the side of his head lazily against his thigh.
“ I used a Teleport Stone , its’ magick returned me to the point I had it bound too, the city of Rabanastre.”
He admitted, certain that Ivonne would no doubt have questions of her own, it was a bit ironic that the shoe had been on the other foot just an hour or so prior – the humor of which was lost upon him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2018 21:04:25 GMT -5
[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained.
Hey! He would be too if he was in her shoes. With the same sensitivity to any changes done to the aetheric realm. Whatever he did awhile ago had been strong enough to cause a backlash in the aether. Unfortunately for Ivonne, her unusual boon from mother darkness also cause her to be extra sensitive. Meaning… she felt that full brunt of that backlash twice over if seeing how much it affected her physically body.
Internally as well as it took awhile to stabilize her own aether so that it wasn’t trying to screw her over. What’s more, now that she’s slightly lucid she began to take note how… the area around her was in a way lacking the same denseness when it came to aether. Aether was around them, it’s in the soil and in every plant and living beings. This she knew quiet well because it’s the life blood of the planet. But here… it wasn’t so thick. There was a strange energy around the air but… it wasn’t as dense as the aetheric field she knew.
JUST WHERE IN HEAVENS WAS SHE?
The though rang clear as day in her mind. Clamouring up front for attention while trying to push away the dizziness currently fogging up her thought process. It took another fifteen minutes for her to finally clear away the last traces of nausea from trying to make her puke. But still, the dull throb pounding at the back of her head still remained, and would so until her body fully bounces back from whatever it went through. ’Note to self, avoid whatever caused it.’ She noted mentally, adding it into her internal list of things to avoid, setting it down right under ‘Ishgard’ and above religion. For her to brand it worse than religion… Then it’s clear its bad.
He was near, the girl discreetly glanced back. Thankful that her hair slightly blocked the view from her eyes because of her bangs. But he was closed, her skin nearly tingled upon contact with his before she forced back every single reflex she held on snapping her neck to look. She didn’t need the sudden movement, not when she finally won a round against weakness plaguing her body. Another thing she was sure as hell will force herself to pretend never happened. Was him seeing her at her weak point. This…definitely is a weak point. It didn’t bode well to Ivonne that someone actually saw in this state. Can she still silence him? The thought mused, trying to tempt her until she tuned it out.
Him correcting her on a term though… was a welcome form of distraction as she body still continued to recover. The dull pain was disappearing, finally just as her own energy began to drip back into her body. Slow at first until a shaky hand coiled tightly into a fist. So fight that her nails were digging straight into skin allowing a drip of blood to open from the punctured skin. She concentrated on that hand, tuning out the sudden hard slap of her headache as she forcefully summoned her own soul crystal. Darkness immediately flew to her hand, wrapping around it with its black tendrils before. It dissipated and in its wake once she opened her palm, was a dark black crystal that looked like an jagged inverted triangle and carved onto the middle of it was some sort of sword symbol. The chilling aura around it though was unmistakable, it was connected to the abyss. The very darkness itself they commanded. The foreboding aura a dark knight’s soul crystal carried wasn’t lost to the young girl. But she needed it.
Or more precisely, the extra boost she can gleam as a pick me up on cases such as these. “….One letter wrong…” She quietly pointed out but otherwise kept her mouth shut as she listened until well…he started to talk about teleporting. Sure aetheryte travel, everyone does it unknowing that it wasn’t exactly what he did. But do humour the girl for a bit, just until it finally clicked that what he did was something she might not find amusing. “Teleport crystals?....” She intoned, confusion seeped into her tone, a tiny bit at first. Clearly he just lost her. Rabanastre?! “…..But we were…just at Rabanastre awhile ago… And this place is clearly not a pile of rock and dust.” She eyed him with those crimson blood orbs of hers. Ignoring the dull ache now seeping back into her head. Something tells her… she was going to flip once he really starts getting blunt. She just knew it. There was a certain eeriness with the way light hit her crimson orbs. As though there was a darkness lurking within the blood colored irises that never fails to unnerve even the bravest of men.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 30, 2018 19:47:31 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Good, the sickness is starting to subside , The Dark Knight reassured himself, pleased that a fraction of Ivonne’s strength had returned to her. Dieter’s face contorted in thinly veiled concern as Ivonne’s fists clenched, her nails digging harshly into the flesh of her palm until it’d drawn forth a singular rivulet of crimson. Why is she hurting herself? , Dieter couldn’t ascertain until Ivonne managed to conjure forth some manner of crystal. Its’ brilliance was eclipsed by the sudden presence of Ivonne’s manifested darkness, the inky tendrils completely circling the crystal. What is that? , He could only spectate, though it’d reminded him oddly of the crystallized left behind by human and foe alike – a soul crystal or arcana depending on situation.
He’d remained silent as the conjured Darkness was dismissed, the once vibrant crystalline structure was replaced by a rich onyx crystal, its’ shape transformed to that of a jagged inverted tringle, a depiction of a sword located in the middle. That crystal, it is connected to the Darkness wielded by Dark Knights , albeit, he didn’t quite grasp how. His lips curved upwards into a visible grin, pleasantly surprised by the fact Ivonne had already regained a bit of her abrasive, argumentative spunk. Around this time, Nils had left his appointed position from behind the desk, the aged Nu Mou approached Dieter only to hand him a cup of tepid tea, a handful of sliced apples on the side – a light meal to help Ivonne regain her strength.
“Thank you, Nils, I am certain our guest appreciates the gesture.”
He retorted as he’d placed the small saucer aside, it’d rested on the small wooden end table at the head of the sofa. Ivonne’s tone gained a curious edge as she’d repeated, Teleport Crystals, to which he replied with a curt nod of his head. He wasn’t entirely certain to explain what they were or how they’d worked. He only knew that the Moogle understood how to bind the crystals to a set return point, more often than not it was their own machines. However, he’d heard rumors of them being able to bind to points beyond the city – he hadn’t experimented with that notion yet.
“Hmm, so your world, it also has a Rabanastre.”
He’d exclaimed, although, he was also a bit concerned by this knowledge – the resemblance that existed between the two was mind-boggling. He’d paused for a moment, studying Ivonne’s expression for concern as he’d continued.
“Ever since the Dark Ones appeared, they come from their Passageways… they connect to any number of unknown places… When you found me, I’d fallen through one..”
He’d admitted, sheepishly adverting his gaze as he’d essentially admitted that he’d been overwhelmed by them – it was worth it to by the children time to escape. The fact that Nil hadn’t mentioned that they’d come in frantically, it told him that they’d escaped unscathed.
“We are currently within Ivalice, in one of its’ bigger cities.”
Why didn’t this seem to phase him as much as it should? Perhaps, it was because Helios’ Ambition had already learned of a handful of other worlds, hell, they’d even managed to establish a network with some – Ivonne’s world sadly was not one.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2018 20:43:23 GMT -5
[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained.
The paleness within the child’s pallor lessened as the sickness she felt soon faded into a bad nightmare. One that left a bad taste lingering within her tongue. Did she ever mention she hated looking weak? This was one of those occasions she’d rather pretend didn’t happen. It helps in keeping her pride in one piece. The girl reasoned to herself, keeping most of her thoughts away from her expression as she concentrated on siphoning a bit of energy from the crystal within her hand.
To be reduced to loaning strength from her ancestors… disgraceful. And the payment she’s honour bound to give for the loan didn’t exactly help clear her annoyed mood. She was… annoyed in a sense, being dropped in an unknown land because of a mishap within the old ruins. Ryan’s voice once more rang in her head. Him reminding her for the thousandth time not to venture alone into places infested with creatures who wont hesitate to tear them to pieces. His words not hers,
Conveniently forgetting the girl he was lecturing was already used to venturing solo ways. Still though… his voice now being the proverbial ‘I told you so’ brought up a sudden urge to groan in exasperation. Was it too much to ask mother hydaelyn? She found herself thinking through the annoyance of vertigo mixed with nausea. Once that settled she found the thought once more recurring. She already knew the answer. Of course it damn was, she thought scornfully. She didn’t deserve a small reprieve from all the madness she was being forcefully dragged into. And in some cases, grudgingly offering her assistance once… the cause caught her ire. She counted more than a few times it happened. Especially… if they had something to do with Garleans. Sweet mother those people were like roaches in terms of being a general annoyance.
A pause came her to reverie as she listened as Dieter tried to explain just what the hell he did. She noted how… it didn’t seem to be the man’s strong point. Privately, the girl felt for him there. She was technically in a sense the same in that area. She…was not a people person. He on the other hand faired a hell lot better than she did obviously his light-hearted demeaner helped in that regard. A movement caught the child’s attention as she lazily veered her red orbs over to the strange creature. She hadn’t noticed it move, or walk off to fetch the items it brought over. He called him Nils? She noted, adding another mental note on the long list she already has unwinding within that head of hers. She nodded quietly to him, an unspoken voice of gratefulness the girl hadn’t bothered vocalizing it out. She hesitated a bit before taking a small slice of the apple. Hey… it they were being gracious might as well do so?...
In second thought…she’ll just blame the lingering dizziness for this. She’ll just blame it!
“….Was, empire razed it to the ground.” She mumbled half distractedly with the rest of his sentence. Other worlds… hypothetically she had seen enough questionable things happen. Things that might make the normal man question his own sanity in disbelief. Which was why the girl was able to keep a level head on her as Dieter touched on the subject of another world. By the gods… Was she hearing right? She blinked a few times, raising a delicate eyebrow while she munched on the apple piece. “Other world?... excuse me, hypothetically… let’s say its true…” She took a deep breath. Calmly reminding herself to keep an open mind before she tossed a book straight into the man’s cranium. “What you just said was true…. And you dragged me into another world. How do I get back?” No how or what. The girl went straight for the matter at hand. How to get back and hopefully straighten out her waning sanity.
“….And excuse me did you just say Dark ones?.... If you say Ascians…I will hurt you.” She muttered, her eyebrow already twitching. One of these days she was going to develop a twitch on it…she just knew it! The damn buggers always did find ways to make her life a living headache. She just hoped it wasn’t the same thing or shit…
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 31, 2018 4:13:26 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| She has an appetite, that is a good sign as well! Dieter reassured himself, certain that he’d been unable to stomach food for a couple hours after he’d utilized the stones’ magick for the first time. For the first time, Dieter’s characteristic grin faded, transforming into a tight-lipped scowl as Ivonne regaled him with the fate of her world’s Rabanastre. A disheartened sigh slipped from between his lips, his eyes glazed over momentarily as he’d thought of the handful of empires, he’d witnessed first-hand rise and fall; thus, was the fate of humanity. He’d let his hand fall from behind the small of Ivonne’s lap, resting it upon the edge of the sofa before resting it upon his kneecap.
“How tragic…”
Dieter replied stoically, his voice momentarily devoid of any semblance of emotion. Its’ frigid edge caused Nils to pause abruptly, the Nu Mou Scholar’s face warped with concern. For a time, the Nu Mou remained motionless, torn between placing a reassuring hand upon Dieter’s shoulder and returning to his ever-growing pile of work. Dieter noted how Ivonne blinked once or twice in disbelief, her flaxen brow raised upwards as she’d continued to munch on her apple. When his fellow Dark Knight inquired about other worlds, he’d promptly nodded his head to reaffirm that they indeed existed. Still, it didn’t appear his reassurance was enough to satisfy Ivonne as she’d pressed the envelope, prosing her dilemma as a hypothetical.
“Sadly, it will take time. I can have Nils inquire the other guilds, if they have a contact on your Homeworld…”
Dieter paused for moment, his words trailing off indefinitely, unable to provide even a rough estimate of how long that could possibly take. His gaze momentarily shifted from Ivonne’s face to the smooth marble beneath him, unwilling to make eye contact with her for a moment. Certainly, he’d done what he believed was right, he’d also saved her from what he’d felt was impending doom. However, his route had also robbed her of the ability to return to her friends and family.
“I apologize…”
Dieter reiterated the guilt he felt, cut off suddenly by Ivonne’s inquiry about the alleged “Dark Ones” What is an Ascians? .
“What is an Ascian, our dark ones, they come in many shapes and sizes, but they congregate within the Waterway beneath the city… sometimes daring to go into Low Town or harassing merchants across the Estersands.”
Only time would tell if they were indeed one an the same.
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[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained. The way he cycled through numerous expression in the span of their entire meeting. Somewhat amused the young girl who watched with a cold indifference as she merely arched her eyebrow again hearing his almost emotionless reply. The way he was able to void any semblance of emotion away from his tone was amusing enough. The guy’s light-hearted demeaner took a backstage turn so to speak once the broach the subject of Rabanastre. It was clear to her she loved the place however she failed to understand just why. Her version was already long gone before she was born. A good twenty years if she remembered her time right.
History books offered so much only if the person was willing to sit a few hours to peruse it at their leisure. Which is what the young blond actually did on the rare free time she had on her hands. There’s a reason why her home has a mini library right in her den. Books had found a small piece inside her heart. She blamed a certain fellow dark knight for that, but it was a tale worth another time. And now was not the time,
Maybe if they ask? She mused internally. Mentally snorting at the idea before she veered her focus once more on the boy. The apple piece long gone but she hadn’t gone to pick up another one. One would do, she just needed a slight pick me up despite her stomach long protestations. Sure she could listen to it, but she found it long ago doing so only worsens the nagging held nausea had over her. Better to atleast have something in there than none at all. At the least just till she figures out heads and tails of this mess the man dragged her into. Now while she was appreciative… Appreciation only borders so much. Right now… he was damn lucky she had a tight grip on her emotions. He could already see how, she hasn’t threatened to disembowel him yet. Or shove her sword way up his backside until he drops her back home.
Still… one lone thought decided to speak up, forcing the girl to retake her viewpoint on him. He reminded her of her company leader… in a sense, a tiny bit of sense she could see the resemblance in how they portrayed themselves. Though Dieter held far more self-control than Ryan was. That and he wasn’t threatening to drop kick people. So that’s a plus?
The creature was worried. She noted, through the corner of her eye while maintaining a look of disinterest. So would that mean this wasn’t a typical behaviour for Dieter? She wouldn’t know. She only meet him a few hours prior but… she found her gaze drifting towards the door leading outside into the city streets. She always did wonder what Rabanastre was like once upon a time as a child when she heard how the garleans massacre them. Would she had visited the place too with Fray? The thought lingered them longer than the rest bringing up the familiar sharp sting down on her frozen heart. It’s the past…
She accepted it and didn’t at the same time. Dammit… she softly cussed internally. Now she was contradicting herself.
“…..” He just had to drop the fact he didn’t know how to get her home. All thoughts halted as she snapped her attention back to him. “….I’m blaming you if my company leader goes on a manhunt.” She first bluntly told him. Hey! How was she supposed to react? The way her hand was already clenching once more onto her wounded hand. Shows how much of her temper she was suppressing at the moment. She knew at least lashing out would get her nowhere. The same abused hand was once more bleeding as well, her nails having proven successful in piercing through her delicate skin. “….Dark robed walking headaches with a clearly human appearance just with a penchant for thick dark cloaks….” She mumbled, offering a small description of their version of the dark ones. Though they were called Ascians… Clearly two separate beings just using the same pseudonym. If she goes with his description of them… that and she doubted the bastards would go terrorize this place for their so called god… religious zealots the whole lot of them. They beat Ishgard in their reverence for Halone that’s for sure.
No… They would get someone else to do the work for them like they always do. The voice inside her head cheerfully chimed in.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 2, 2018 23:28:09 GMT -5
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Does she not realize? Her company launching a manhunt drastically increases her chances of returning home Dieter begrudgingly admitted to himself, certain that their Clan Leader, Ysera, wouldn’t be pleased with the predicted outcome – undue tension between prospective allies. However, he was certain it wouldn’t be the first nor the last time he’d invoked her ire. He was almost entirely certain that Ysera was displeased with his reckless handling Cassialyn’s captors. In his haste, he’d neglected any form of tactics, letting strategy fall to the wayside – certain that they were working on borrow time. He’d inadvertently caused a Clan War over a complete stranger, one that drove him wild – not necessarily in a bad way either.
What had overcome me? Dieter pondered, uncertain what had overcome in when he’d engaged the Knight in combat. His vision, it’d faded into a singularity – a lone drawn out tunnel lined with Cassialyn’s “comrades” betrayal. For that, the Knight paid dearly, his haughtiness resulted in Dieter’s strike decimating and severing his arm. He’d brushed such thoughts aside with a curt shake of his head, returning his attention to Ivonne.
“ I will handle that issue, should it arise.”
Dieter replied, his tone firm and unyielding – its’ nature made it hard to decipher what the Dark Knight truly felt felt. His eyes drifted down towards Ivonne’s hands, his attention drawn by the rhythmic sound of the blood droplets splattering against the ground. His gaze shifted from her clenched fists back to her face, diligently searching for any semblance that she’d felt pain. A disheartened sigh escaped from between his lips as he’d reached back to grip the hilt of his blade.
“Awaken Spirits housed within the blade, bring forth rejuvenating rain. Mursame”
When he said that, instead of a rainstorm, one could see the glittering water form in his hand, it’d darted outwards and would work itself in-between the miniscule gaps in Ivonne’s clenched fist, its’ healing waters working itself into her injury – easing the pain and treating the self-inflicted gashes. I don’t think I’ve encounter an Ascian. Dieter realized, certain he’d never encounter someone resembling Ivonne’s description.
“Can refrain from hurting yourself? I don’t have much healing magick at my dispoal.” Dieter stated firmly, his tone suggesting that he was displeased with having to make use of his abilities for such a frivolous purpose.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2018 11:39:54 GMT -5
[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained. If only the answer had been that simple, allow her company members to go on a manhunt and practically turn hydaelyn upside down. She mused half amused by the prospect despite the nagging throbbed pounding at the back of her skull signalling the upcoming headache the boy would undoubtfully caused her. Ryan never does anything simple. She was damned sure once he found out there was at least a ninety percent chance he was going to drop kick the man beside her.
The man…can be damned aggressive… if not protective. Something she’s still trying and failing to understand at the same time. Why… being the dominant query every time her thoughts lead her to the eccentric man. She was used to handling things all on her own… Independency and all, the girl had issues with the idea of being dependent on people. It didn’t bode well with her, not to mention… another hidden reason she refused to state and would probably bring it with her to the grave.
It reminded her a little too close to her past. The same one she’s been on a campaign to forget ever since the day she walked out of that part of her life. But every once in awhile it get unearthed from the prison she placed it under. Forcing her to recollect events in her life she would rather allow the passage of time to swallow. Such occasion was now… the way he acted reminded her a bit of the people she knew back home which also led to her unwittingly evoking a few forgotten memories still lingering at the back of her mind. Just waiting for the right time to ambush her.
So much for trying to quell her growing headache. She mentally sighed, pushing her injured hands to massage her temples while she listened to the man. “So what now?” She half asked, forcing her gaze onto him again all the while keeping a tight grip on her temper. She didn’t mind the wound, it was in her job description to have a high tolerance to pain. Compared to the normal injuries she gains this was nothing but a mere scratch so… to see him once more chanting caused the girl to cock up and eyebrow in response. Another silent question bubbled at her thought but this time she didn’t bother keeping it silent. “…Why?” She tilted her head in confusion. Further being driven down the road of confusion as he continued to speak, biding her to cease any form of self-harm. It wasn’t like she PLANNED on harming herself. She thought along the lines of scorn before she pressed it back down. Schooling her own emotions into the blank mask she often wore.
“You didn’t have too….” The child spoke with a sigh. “It wasn’t bothering me at all.” Just… how much does she disregard her life? The answer was already plain for the man to see. She didn’t value hers at all.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 6, 2018 6:30:17 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| Even an novice Dark Knight would have scoffed at such a trivial injury; our vitality is second to none. Dieter reminded himself, his eyes lingering upon Ivonne’s injuries as it’d begun to scab over – the healing energies seeping deeper into her tissues. Why indeed?, Dieter wordlessly imposed that very question upon himself, a long-forgotten memory threatening to bubble to the surface. His gaze drifted upwards, momentarily settling upon Ivonne’s face before they’d glazed over. For a split second, the world around him warped violently and he found himself as a mere phantasm – spectating his own past. A daemonic entity stood across from his past self, its’ silhouette wreathed in undulating flames. In their outstretched hand rested a singular artifact, one that he’d delved deep into an old Ruin to recover.
His body was decorated with innumerable wounds, some from fiends, others from other adventurers. Without the figure ever uttering a word, they’d reached out and placed their clawed band upon the top of his head. His world came to an abrupt halt, time frozen in place as Belias showed him uncharacteristic kindness. His injuries, they no longer ached or bled, a wave of curative energy encompassing his body. You did well my Dark Templar , Dieter’s brief flashback ended suddenly, world falling back into place – piece by piece. He’d noted that Ivonne’s head was croaked to the side, confusion evident on her face before she’d exclaimed his actions were unnecessary.
“No, I am responsible for your well-being until we can return you to your comrades."
He retorted softly, dismissing her disregard for her own life, not that he could fault her – he’d once been the same. Something had changed somewhere along his long well-worn road – he’d discovered a reasoning to keep living. If not for his own sake, it was for the sake of the one he’d sworn to protect until the day his life was forfeit – refusing to fall until he was permitted to do so. Sadly, the same influence in his life had disappeared nearly as abruptly as it had arrived. No doubt, a mere blink of an eye in reference to the entirety of his existence. However, he’d found worth protecting in Belias’ absence, the Orphans and his clansmen – they’d become a family.
“I suppose, you could finish Nils’ snack, then we could try to walk around the Clan Hall to see if the Warp Sickness has pasted fully? Though if your certain, you are fine, Nils will have one of the clansen guide you to your quarters."
Dieter tacked on, knowing that he had to stay behind ot do some last minute negotitions with the Nu Mou
(tagged)⏤ @ivonne (notes)⏤ Exit Thread |
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