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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2018 2:47:01 GMT -5
The Genome didn't remember much of what had happened between his departure from the realm of the
gods to.. where ever he was now. He had kind of expected to just.. be
dead, remembering the last thing that entered his mind before he
joined the cycle was... the lifa tree and Zidane's presence beside
him as he felt like his last breath had escaped his lungs. He had
almost been ready to accept the fact he won't see the light of the
sun ever again, so it was rather odd for him to now be feeling grass
under him once more, the chirps of happy birds reaching his ears and
the rustling of twigs and leafs being moved by the gentle breeze of
the wind. Kuja slowly opened his eyes, the light blinding him for a
moment before his orbs finally adjusted to his surroundings.
He had never seen trees like those before, neither on Gaia nor on Terra. Strange... Slowly,
he tried to sit up from where he was, only to find his body being
stiff and not very responsive to his orders. Looking at himself, he
could see that his body had returned to the state he remembered it
before he entered the cycle, though he no longer felt like he was
dying. Some energy had returned but he still felt rather weak, his
clothes still torn at some parts and dirty from what he had gone
through. Had Zidane... saved his body after all? Had he brought him
here? The thought crossed his mind, but than the male shook his head
slightly. No, Zidane was far to kind to leave him in the dirt should
he have the option to bring him to somewhere more save and
comfortable. Maybe Spiritos and Chaos had something to do with it. His eyes would take a moment to look around. He was in a forest with a little creek flowing past him not far away. Slowly, he tried to get up, stumbling a little before he finally managed to get enough balance to stand without almost falling over again as the world finally stopped spinning so much. There was no use of waiting here. He needed to get going and find out where he had landed. As his eyes traveled over the forest again, he couldn't help but feel like something wasn't right. It took him a little to understand, his eyes widening slightly. This is.. not Gaia...
and not Terra... Am I still in the Cycle? The thought of being toyed with AGAIN made him laugh. What a refreshing news
to wake up to. The gods must really enjoy to play the same act over
and over. Do I look like a puppet to you?!
Taking an other breath after this inner outburst, he took the time to analyze the magic in his surroundings to find that his thoughts have also been incorrect. Not a sign of Chaos or Spiritos Energy anywhere. The confusion was only making his mood worse, his legs finally able to carry him forward, his legs avoiding anything to trip over by accident as he followed some kind of path. Sadly, with all of his magic drained, he couldn't even carry himself into the air to get a view from above. He walked for a few minutes maybe before his legs gave away again under the weight of his
weak body, frustration visible on his face as he growled and slipped
to the ground. I need Ether. I need something to get my strength back. I can't just wander through these
woods like this. How ungraceful would it be to be eaten by a mongrel
or monster and face my dea- A shiver ran down his spin that almost paralyzed him. Death. Garland's
last words returned to haunt him Now that the cycle was no more, does
that mean that his time was slowly coming to an end now? How much
time did he even have left? The unknown was scary... No... No, I won't... I can't. |
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Apr 1, 2018 13:05:39 GMT -5
Zidane lived a life full of excess. He rode the coattails of danger with his troupe’s criminal activities coming to light. They've faced the brink of destruction and together have seen the end of a war where from it sprung life of all colors. Maybe it was Baku’s harder life experiences that had prepared the rouge for life and provided him with the patience to appreciate it. He often wondered if the other Genomes would be different had they known parents. Sure Garland was their creator of sorts, but he was hardly what one could consider a parent. This knowledge is what allowed the rogue to more pity the place where his kind had fallen. All of them newborn children facing a world already advanced beyond their simple understandings. Mikoto may have known how to pilot Invincible, but he doubted , for all her intelligence, she knew how to make jam toast for the sake of curing a hangover. It was a little selfish too for Zidane to think everything would just be okay without his ever trying. He always pushed himself to try. Even if he was battered, broken and bruised he fought on as long as there was breathe in his lungs. There were people that depended on him, so giving up was never an option. The look on their faces when he has lost his will to fight. They hadn't given up on him.“So move…” his thoughts choked up from the swell of his reminiscing. He couldn't feel his limbs. The fall hadn't initially knocked him out, but it was on the way down that he met with every branch and finally leaf covered stones. The wind was knocked from his chest in the most ironic of landings and his body bruised. He had no doubt he had a few broken ribs. He gasped out at the painful feeling of his lungs filling up completely. His head snapped up and the rouge would immediately jump to his feet, but the moment his heels touched the ground the snap of pain rippled across his torso.“Yup, broken.” He wheezed and fell back on his ass, the dead leaves crunching beneath him, tail lashing away a portion of them when it began to move to and fro from the pain. He moved his hands to check his sides and looked around. It seemed to be the dead of night, but upon looking up he would be taken aback by the canopy that was so dense naught but a few freckles of light filtered through. Where were they? He chuckled, hissing in pain as he removed his vest, followed by his sleeveless shirt. He would tear the shirt up to tightly bind it around his torso.“That was some landing, huh Kuja?” He stilled and looked around frantically. “Kuja! Shit!” He spat out and hurried to pull his vest over his shoulders, the makeshift cloth bandage around his waist.He stumbled to his feet as he pulled taut his belt, his blades still reliably at his side. He swayed his tail and looked behind himself finding s weight curiously missing. Where was his satchel?! The rouge tossed around the felled foliage until he finally found his pack which clattered with the sound of potions and thief's tools the rogue kept handy. Looking through for a quick fix to numb his injuries a while the Gemone would, to his regret, find the majority of his bottles empty leaving him with naught but an ether and a few kupo nuts. “Great...” he lamented sourly. “It's always something.” he pulled his satchel back onto his belt and headed off.He wasn't sure where they were. It couldn't be the Evil Forest, but it reminded him of it. It was closed off and something was creeping around. Coming to a stop he looked up. He could see where he fell from. He bounced a helluva distance. But what had that meant for Kuja? He couldn't quite remember what happened or where they were headed but he remembers Kuja at his side. He pushed through the woods, ignoring his own pain and that feeling of being watched.“Kuja!” His voice carried through the woodlands, dense trees blocking his path at every turn. Each movement hurt, every breath ached. But Kuja was probably having a worse time of it. It ain't take long of scouting the area for the rogue to come upon a stalking beast. Some wolf it looked to be. Where there were stalking beasts lay injured critters. He raised his head and spotted his older brother in the distance. Steps would silence and a hand would come to his holster. Throwing his blade it would slam into the trunk of a tree near and by the wolf's head. It yelped and rushed off.“Yo, Kuja!” The rouge grabbed the blade on his way through, panting a bit as he trotted up to the mage’s side, winded by the stabbing pain in his sides. “There you … are.” He wanted, leaning forward with his hands knees. Standing tall his secured his blade back in place and offered the mage a two fingered salute. “We're a long ways from anywhere, huh?” MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2018 14:07:47 GMT -5
Kuja really had been in his own world most of the time he stumbled through the forest. He didn't even think about where Zidane could be right now and even more importantly, he didn't sense the Wolf nearby! An ungraceful death would have might awaited him, would Zidane not have stepped in and threw the knife. The hit of a sharp object into wood and the yelp of the animal was enough to drag him back to reality, his head turning as his eyes glared at the potential danger that already ran away, tail between it's legs. His eyes immediately turned to Zidane afterwards, his expression softening slightly without him really realizing it. His brother had come to his aid once more. This was getting some kind of routine lately. Something Kuja didn't appreciate much, but right now he could only sigh, his hand moving up to move the feather out of his face and return it back to where it belonged. “Taking your time.. as usual, Zidane.”, he mused, leaning against a fallen tree close to his position to relax himself. A pained grumble is all that escaped him, before he seemed to relax at least a little. It was strange. They were on a battle field not long ago, facing each other in battle and now the Genome was here with him, but the aura of battle had vanished from him completely. “I already wondered if you left me behind or not.”, he seemed to joke almost, moving up his hand to place it on his forehead for a moment, closing his eyes just a little for now. He was having the worst headache he ever had from all that magic energy having left his limps for now. It would return soon for sure, but right now it was making him feel rather sick. “But as always, you can't turn away... with the knowledge of someone related to your blood in potential danger. This is how you are...”
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Jun 13, 2018 7:35:22 GMT -5
Zidane kept his smile, hands on his hips like a hero on stage. He was always quite good at hiding his real feelings. Though it was. Or in him to hurt others with his white lies: those he told did to cover up his own difficulties with teasing jests. He seemed to still be catching his breath. It had been quite a run, but with his current injury the stinging touch of the snapped bone only exacerbated the damage. It was enough to make Zidane feel sick to his stomach. It was a pain so great that it seemed to make the stomach churn. But ye remained strong. Standing tall the younger brother had to be there for Kuja. He felt responsible after all. To think they arrived at such a place. It was just their luck. He couldn't quite remember how long it was they had been traveling but Invincible couldn't handle those pirates! Zidane showed off, flexing his arm, as if to assure Kuja there were alright, but it seemed they weren't on Gaia anymore! “ I've been in worse spots. At least this isn't a cursed forest.” He hoped. He jumped at Kuja’s condition once he realized just how bad he was. He looked pretty tore up. With the makeshift bandage made from his undershirt around Zidane's torso he did to button up his vest and pull up his pants so that it was less obvious. Removing his satchel he placed it out, the empty bottles clattering against full ones. Flipping the flap he rummaged through his belongings which, after the drop, wasn't much. He was sure he lost most of his potions in the fall, as the bag was moist from absorbing the liquids and caked in dirt from getting dragged around. “ Sorry Kuja. This is all I have.” He held out a bottle he wasn't sure what it was. Maybe it was a potion, but the color was a shade of green. Maybe a trick of the light. “ Hey, Invincible shouldn't be too far.” He tried to comfort. “ But in all this cover there's no way he'd be able to land.” Which was unfortunate for them. They would need to find open ground. Zidane packed his satchel, leaving Kuja to pick which vial looked best. He held out his gloved hand, offering his wounded sibling aide. It seemed Zidane never gave up on others. Despite his own bruises and scrapes others seemed to come before him! MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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