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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 23, 2018 22:36:55 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
| Dieter’s eyes narrowed forebodingly at Ivonne’s utterance, Lesalia , once upon a time it’d served as the pinnacle of Ivalice’s wealth. His nostrils flared outwards as he’d exhaled sharply, attempting to will himself to remain calm. Deep down, he’d known that it wasn’t the very same Royal City, one that had been vastly owned from the shadows by the Church of Glabados. He’d forced himself to swallow the bitter taste that lingered in the back of his throat, the memory of how those supposed “holy men” had prosecuted his kind. Of course, it hadn’t been one-sided, no, the Lucavi had infiltrated their ranks and used them to seek out auracite - the vessels of the Scion. However, none of the remaining Eleven provided him with sanctuary, Dieter had been unable to find a singular trace of them as he’d fled across Ivalice. He’d heard rumors that the Church attempted to contain the situation, executing a man whom had threatened to expose the abhorrent truth. Unfortunately, they’d kept the coveted documents a closely guarded secret, he’d spent a handful of years trying to unearth them. However, each time he was met by resistance, persecuted for investigating a subject deemed taboo – he’d brought himself misery by trying to discover the truth. Belias, where are you? , The Dark Knight wondered to himself. Before he could dwell on such thoughts, Dieter was snapped from his momentary stupor by Ivonne’s shocked expression. What kind of place if Lesalia here? He’d mused as he’d witnessed Ivonne’s attempts to recover her carefully crafted mask of indifference, a failed effort on her part. Before he could respond, she’d made it clear that she’d no longer desired to know.
“Dieter Wolfram, a Mark Hunter for Helios’ Ambition.”
He’d replied with a polite smile, one that faded as once more a deafening roar echoed throughout the ruins. Unlike earlier, this roar was distinctly closer, in fact in its’ wake one could hear the sound of lumbering footsteps.
“The time fof introductions has passed…”
He trailed off, his words coming across as a hushed whisper as he’d scanned his immediate surroundings.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2018 9:43:51 GMT -5
[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained.
Ryan…had the same reaction as he did, though towards two unrelated matters. One towards a dungeon he would rather sink to the bottom Rottana and the other… towards a town long destroyed by a thousand years ago. History had a way with chronicling certain events. But a thousand years the legend of Ivalice dwindled down into mere fairy tales until… now.
Until now were myth was once again proven to have a single grain of truth. She had heard of tales about Lesalia…how it was a cesspit of religious zealots. Could that be the reason why he seem to loath hearing the name? Ivonne’s brow rose slightly towards his direction. Arching in a way to show to her silent form of confusion despite her not vocalizing it out to the world. She was about to speak, her lips parting to reply to his introduction until he halted her. His next words…were enough to shut her mouth just as the progress he made in butchering her once present stoic façade reset itself. Returning the almost mechanical soulless mask she wore back onto her face.
Just like a damn expressionless doll meant to sit atop a mantle piece… The girl thought in loathing. Hiding any form of her own thoughts away from her outside façade as she sighed softly. Ivonne noticed how she had been sighing a lot today. She wanted to blame the conundrum infront of her. But for once she didn’t. Even if he had been the one who stirred her curiosity. Now wasn’t the time… she had to agree. The deafening roars of the beast coming from behind did enough of a job to dissuade her from talking further. Relief for the child who was never a talker in the first place. It also meant as a reprieve from the questions the man no doubtfully still wanted to ask her. Dieter… foreign name right there, but who was she to criticize it? ‘Ivonne’ wasn’t normal either. Hell she was beginning to question just what on earth Fray was thinking when he gave it to her. Oh well, another thought she would sadly have to wait to brood over.
Her crimson eyes turned towards the sound, ruby orbs that barely flinched or reacted when another loud roar echoed from behind a few buildings. There she saw it, her eyes narrowed slightly. Spotting the fleeing backside of the creature ducking through the buildings. Definitely a chimeara…she knew that lion’s tail anywhere. “…And here I was hoping it would ran into that party…” She mumbled quietly. There was a hint of annoyance in her tone as though the creature was a mere annoyance rather than a walking doom on legs.
Well this is Ivonne… she probably made it obvious the girl wasn’t a clear believer of self-preservation. Well she was, and then she isn’t. A walking contradiction at best is the best way to describe her rare moments of suicidal tendencies. Then again… probably a reason why she welcomed being a dark knight so easily rather than…. Follow what most girls her age normally do; to remain safe in a town, while spending the last vestige of childhood being a child… not having to worry about the outside world until she ready to embrace her coming of age… but the girl has long forgotten that. With how her life played out… it was clearly an impossible task for her.
Heavy footsteps followed by the grunt of a beast walking on all fours. She was sure she can handle keeping it occupied, killing it she was sure was possible but damn the effort and long battle just to do it. The damn thing was getting far too closer for her comfort… if the loud unmistakable echoes of stone being crushed under its weight was any indication… well the damn thing was a huge one.
It was flee…or deal with it and suffer the chance of being incapacitated… and then…there’s the noise… no doubt that would attract more of the bastards towards their location…if the other group doesn’t get curious first. To be honest, she’d rather deal with explaining as to what type of stupidity possessed her into these ruins without a proper party. Perhaps she can just pretend she came with a sibling? No… that wouldn’t do… The frown marring her face deepened as she was forced to decide. Oh well… Discretion is the better part of valor… Without a moment of hesitation, she took hold of his hand tugging on him to follow her along as she rushed towards the mass of abandoned house, right in between was one of the alley ways leading deeper into the city. "Ivonne...Ivonne Menetril..." Her soft tone barely rising above a whisper. "This is one of the passages towards the city gates, if we can make it there then we dont have to worry about that thrice damned hybrid of a goat, lion and dragon..." She grumbled the last part. Though... she may have want to hold that comment back... When the familiar growl now sounded as the beast turned towards their scent.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 25, 2018 2:42:51 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 right hand instinctively drifted behind his back, his knuckles devoid of pallor as his fingers settled into the well-worn groves of his hilt and gripped it firmly – preparing for the worst-case scenario. Dieter’s breathe hitched in his chest as he’d caught a glimpse of the beast, its’ silhouette flitting in between buildings. Ivonne’s begrudging mumbling fell upon deaf ears, Dieter’s attention directly solely to keeping tabs on the predator’s current location. Its’ heavy footsteps echoed forebodingly throughout the ruins, its’ audible grunts growing louder and louder with each passing second. A chill ran down the small of Dieter’s back as he heard the sound of stone as it’d ground against itself, crackling and crumbling into nothing more than a fine powder.
Before it’d emerged into their line of sight, an audible gasp slipped from between Dieter’s lips. His eyes widening in surprise as he’d felt Ivonne’s hand daftly encircle his own. He felt her tug on him, silently prompting him to follow her lead, a gesture he’d responded to with a simple nod of his head. However, never once did he bother to relinquish his grip upon his weapon, uncertain if he’d need it to engage another foe. Ivonne’s path lead them towards a mass of abandoned houses, funneling into a narrow alleyway that lead deeper into the heart of the cities. While they fled down the alleyway, Ivonne’s faint whisper disrupted the steady rhythm of their footfall. Ivonne Menetril , Dieter repeated silently to himself, struggling to replicate her annunciations. The petite Dark Knight went on to exclaim that she was leading them towards the City Gate, stating that if they could make it there, they’d be safe from the creature’s wraith. He’d fought back the urge to chuckle at her childish grumbling, a gesture that died immediately as the Chimera growled to itself.
“How far is it?”
Dieter asked daringly, his tone a hushed whisper as he’d noted how the lumbering foot steps sounded as if they were growing a bit closer.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2018 3:22:15 GMT -5
[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained.
“A good fifteen minute walk if we don’t run into anymore interference…” Was the quick response she gave. Opting to channel her concentration on winding path instead of glancing back towards him. They didn’t have the luxury for another casual conversation. Not when a four-legged monstrosity was now sensing their tail. She can just sense it, its breathe quickening ever so slightly at the scent of warm flesh just ripe enough to be eaten. They were prey, loath as she is to admit it. To the beast they were nothing more than a quick hunt within the desolate ruins. Devoid of life as it was being situated right smack dab in the middle of a desert. She was surprise any of the beast are around the place was getting their nourishment.
’More like feasting on ‘adventurer steak’ if one is that stupid to be caught off guard by one…’ A voice pipped in sarcastically within the girl’s mind. Secretly she found herself agreeing with the comment before she waved it off. Was it following them? Another question joined the first as the girl strained her ears to listen for any hints it might. That and they were getting close to the second battlefield. She found no other way to escape this place other than by sneaking through the current battlezone. Just her luck,
The only quickest route out of here is through the same battlefield she’s been avoiding coming into contact. The further they got through the alley the louder the sounds of battle raged. Now voices were being added, loud shouts of orders and cusses mixed into the impending chaos. Would going through these folks also meant dumping the beast on their tail on them?
It was another though poking through her mind as she soon found themselves being sandwiched between two battles. One from the other side of the wall to their right being the only thing blocking their view of a large demonic bi pedalled being easily the size of a one story house with large horns protruding from its head and spine. It seemed busy, no doubt trying to squish another group of raiders.
Oh well, not her problem… they already have a large ‘kitty’ on their tail. Speaking of which… the damn feline was getting closer and closer… and they were still damn far from the exit. Now really was a perfect time to let out a few cusses. Thankfully she held her tongue from cussing up a storm. The ground nearly reverberated around them, from the ongoing onslaught on one side. And the loud echoes from structures being bulldozed left to right.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 25, 2018 5:33:01 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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The Archdaemon promptly nodded his head in response, non-verbally affirming that he'd understood Ivonne's curt retort meant she was dedicating her attention to the task at hand - navigating them to presumed safety. When they'd veered sharply around a corner, the Dark Knight spared a fleeting glance over his shoulder. His heart fluttered excitably within his chest, his pulse quickening as he'd met the gaze of a singular golden eye from between a crack in the masonry. Once or twice, Dieter could of sworn he'd felt the beasts' dank breathe brush against the nap of his neck - its' saliva heady with the distinct odor of rot and death. The Knight's grip around the hilt of his blade continued to tighten further resulting in a series of audible pops emanating from his knuckles. Subconsciousness, Dieter's lips had begun to move, diligently mouthing out a series of incantations - each one linked to a different spirit housed within the steel of his blade.
Alas, before Dieter could finish the mantra, his concentration was broken by the distinctly familiar sound of a battle being waged. His eyes raptly drifted up from the ground, lingering upon the back of Ivonne's skull as they'd pressed onward with increasing urgency. Before they'd reached the warring groups, Dieter froze as he'd felt the entire ground reverberate. His eyes darting to the building to their left as it'd exploded overhead. His hand reluctantly parted from his blade as it'd shot to the satchel at his side, desperately clutching a blackened stone as he'd rushed forward. His shoulder roughly collided with the small of Ivonne's back as his arms clumsily wrapped around her. If she'd dared to look up, she'd see that in a matter of seconds, they were undoubtedly going to be buried beneath falling rubble.
His grip around the crystal tightened till an audible crackling noise could be heard. In that instance, the magick that had been contained within flared to life. It'd spilled from within the crystal encircling the duo in a blinding flash of light. What had just happened? The Dark Knight had activated a Teleport Stone , one that was linked with the Moogle's inner-city warp system on the edge of the Dalmascan Estersand. Both of them would no doubtedly feel their consciousness threaten to wane as they'd were wrenched from the heart of the ruins. Exit Thread
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[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 自由自在 to be free; completely unrestrained.
Trouble always knew when to pop up when Ivy didn’t want it to. Now…was one of those time she wanted nothing to do with it, but as a friend of hers once said. She was married to it. It was a love hate relationship bordering around the ground of hate on her side. And well sadistic affection on the other. It was also, right on queue with her questioning just what on earth she was thinking going in here alone?! Oh yes…she had been confident enough that she can find Xiao’s medallion and get out without having to deal with too much issues. She’s done it before, though in those times those visits were extremely short and never truly entering the abandoned city.
A momentary lapse in sanity? Ryan would use that reason just to tease her enough to react. Not like she normally reacts to the man’s teasing unless he really bugged her about it…
’Well crap.’ Was legit the thought crossing through her head as she snapped her head over to the sound of explosion. Just in time to watch the wall break from the force of the explosion generated by one of the beast powerful blows. Heavy rocks and debris from the crumbling structure soon found themselves at the mercy of gravity. And gravity decided it was wise to dump it down on a couple of strangers trying to get a way from being viciously mauled.
Yep… just one the days in her life.
Trouble really did… love her.
Move….! Her mind all but yelled, trying to snap the shock of her system. It worked somewhat, but the man behind her had other plans. Numerous spells ran through her mind, a couple barriers that needed her to open up her channels but she didn’t have the luxury of time. Not when she had a few seconds before being crushed under a pile of rock. The numbed child, barely uttered a yelp when she felt his body slammed against her back. Arms clumsily wrapped around her small form, forcing the shock right out of her system. Her head snapped back, “What are you---” The rest of the question didn’t have the chance to be heard when an audible sound of glass breaking echoed in her ears followed by her shutting her eyes tightly as the bright light that followed became unbearably bright for her eyes to see. Not that she can…she can always fell the slight budding of tears at the corner of her eyes from that split second exposure…
The next that followed was an experience Ivonne would rather avoid feeling. Like being plucked right off the ground and the same hand that did so, casually if not carelessly tossing her into a wormhole. Her stomach threatened to lurch right out of her mouth followed by the rest of her organs. She hadn’t felt this sick even from being levitated then tossed around like a soccer ball by one war crazed primal. But god… this was a tad bit worse than that. What’s worse. No one to sink her blade in retaliation….
Nausea hit her like a freight train going on full speed. Slamming mercilessly on her and causing her already pounding head to scream. She was not going to get any reprieve, wasn’t she? Unless she willingly succumbed to the calls of unconsciousness whispering on her ears. For once… she went for it, for once she actually let the darkness swallow her sight as everything went dark.
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