Odd People in Odd Places [Open]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

Prior to the Dark Knight’s arrival at Castle Oblivion’s foyer, Dieter had been forced to engage a group of Heartless that had begun emerging from the Garamsythe Waterway; their presence drawn by the negativity and darkness within the hearts of those forced to live in the Slums. The very presence of those creatures, it threatened the Low Town Orphans that he cared for. Unfortunately, while he was a capable fighter, they’d overpowered him with the sheer forced behind their numbers. However, he’d managed to drive them back into the Waterway and lead them on a wild goose chase through its’ depths. It was only by pure chance, he’d stumbled upon the very portal they’d emerged through; alas it’d taken quite a while and he’d sustained numerous taxing injuries. In a last-ditch effort, he’d activated Masamune and Murasame in rapid conjunction. The result of which left him heavily fatigued, however it also enabled him to heal from the brunt of his injuries as he’d passed through their portal.

An unpleasant side effect of such an egregious expenditure of his stamina was that he’d drifted into a state of unconsciousness. By the time that Br’er Bear and Br’er Fox had begun to peek through the door. They’d only see his unconscious body falling from one of the Portals of Darkness. His body fell limply to the ground in a fashion similar to a puppet that had its’ strings cut, his sword clattering against the smooth marble as it slipped from his hand. If they were particularly attentive, they’d likely notice that upon his right hand was a brand, but on the left, a singular pentagram that pulsated a soft burnt orange. His chest still rose and fell steadily, proof that he wasn’t a corpse. Behind him, now even the portal began to fade into nothingness, perhaps his very presence had unestablished it. His lips moved in his slumber, yet they’d just repeated the same thing over and over again.

”Lord Belias..”

word 300+ ● @brers ● unconsciousness

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

Dieter’s subconscious mind wandered aimlessly through his memories, oblivious to the fact that Br’er Fox had stumbled upon him and conducted a hasty basic check of his vitals, nor that his partner in crime had thrown him over his shoulder. No, instead he found himself within one of the many hidden caverns that riddled the Dalmascan Estersands. He still felt the phantom ache in the pit of his chest, the unrelenting loneliness that had formed in Lord Belias’ absence; it was a wound that had yet to heal. If Br’er Bear and Br’er Fox listened carefully enough, they’d hear a faint yet sad whimpering escaping from between his lips. Br’er Bear would undoubtedly feel that every muscle in Dieter’s body had tightened, a side effect of what happened next in his dream. He’d cut his finger and used the blood to draw a series of glyphs upon the back of his hand. Once he’d completed those preparations, he’d channeled his very life essence into that glyph. It caused an singular tremor to echo through the cave as it released a blinding white light that quickly devoured his past self.

When it faded, one could see that Dieter’s body had begun to crystalize. What had once been alabaster flesh had turned into a muted amaranthine crystal. Before he’d fully entered his state of hibernation, he had plunged his blade into the ground and clasped his hands together over its hilt; praying to Altima that he’d be reunited with his Lord. Despite his blade not being an extension of his body, the crystal still crept along its’ length as if it understood it was a part of its’ master. He knew that such magic came at a great cost, it could only be used once perhaps twice in his lifetime; despite that lifetime having extended through the centuries. Some time passed before Dieter’s body began to relax, his breathing began to grow increasingly erratic, it was likely to cause some alarm for the duo. His azure eyes shot open, they instantly darted back and forth as if searching for more of those abominations; the irony that he considered another existence as such.

It quickly dawned on him that was being carried and that someone was dragging his sword cross the ground. His right arm quickly slid up closer to his body before he pressed against Br’er Bear’s shoulder to rise himself up. His other hand pressed against the front of Br’er Bear’s torso to push off. What he hadn’t accounted for was the fact that his muscles were still weak, which in turn would result in him crumpling to the ground the moment his feet made contact with it. He said nothing for the time being, his gaze shifting between the bipedal bear and fox, uncertain what to make of the situation. He couldn’t’ deny that it wasn’t a strange sight but then again, he’d been surrounded by Viera, Seeq, Moogle, and countless other races his entire life.

“Who are you... where am I? “

Dieter asked, his voice was low but it held an edge of unease to it.

word 300+ ● @brers ● unconsciousness

⏤BY MIZO OF WW.

⏤BY MIZO OF WW.

⏤BY MIZO OF WW.