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« Thread Started on Jan 10, 2009, 9:22pm » | |
The warm rays of the sun, and the sound of the waves washing up and down the sandy shore. The peaceful scenery of Besaid was something she would never tire of. Even if the High Summoner were to see a thousand worlds, this would always be her favorite place. She had grown up here, where she had met her friends, and where she had met him. A fond smile crossed her lips at the thought of Tidus. Yuna had not seen him in awhile, and she wondered where he had gotten to. A small sigh escaped her lips, hoping he was alright, where ever he was. The young man was not one to sit around idly, no matter how many adventures he had. Maybe it was the same with her as well. It seemed no matter how many times she saved Spira, Yuna would have to do so again.
She was currently sitting upon the sandy beach, her bare feet sinking into the warm sand. Her head was lifted towards the suns warm rays, and her brunette locks clinging damply to her ivory cheeks. Yuna had been practicing holding her breath once again. She could not hold it up for three minutes now. Anything monotonous to pass the time by. Her adventures may have ended for now, but she knew something was to happen very shortly. Something to do with this Goddess of Harmony, but that was all the young High Summoner knew. Yuna slowly looked down, bowing her head. Was that why Tidus had gone missing? She knew she would soon leave Besaid in search for him, but she could enjoy the moment right now.
Yuna would soon head back, before Lulu or Wakka worried. She had been distant lately, and she felt guilty for ignoring her friends. Along with her nephew, Vidina. Well, he was not really her nephew, but Lulu and Wakka were so close to her as a brother and sister, she liked to think of the baby that way. He was so big now, looking more like his father each day. A small laugh escaped her, and she smiled once again. She should head back. Slowly, Yuna stood from her sitting position, reaching for her discarded boots. Deftly, the young woman slid them on, lacing up the knee high boots quickly. At least her Gunner outfit was appropriate for this warm weather. With one last glance cast towards the setting sun, Yuna began a light jog back to the small village of Besaid.
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« Reply #1 on Jan 11, 2009, 6:38am » | |
His sword cleft through the bark of the tree as he missed his target, this was a strange monster indeed it glittered gold, and was seemingly made up of pieces of solid gold. Lightning danced around these pieces, and a strange golden aura made it float. It was avoiding his sword rather easily, almost as if it had pre-empted the strikes. He wasn’t used to these kinds of monsters, thus far he had seen many different kinds, all differing from the monster types on “ his “ Gaia. At this point, he had to wonder whether or not he’d ever make it back home. He stared at the creature, suddenly the lightning around its body flouted, this was a clear sign of an attack. Almsey dived to the side, lighting sheering past his side burning a hole in the air space which he had once occupied. He recovered to his feet from a roll and held out his sword in a cautious stance. “ It uses magic”. The ex soldier said to himself. It was good at avoiding his sword, and it uses magic. That meant that the creature would more than likely be open against magical assaults. “ Shame I didn’t bring any materia…”. He grunted lightly. However he didn’t need materia to use magic. His own sword had a materia inlay, making it capable of magics beyond normal materia orbs. Magics that depended on Almsey’s own emotional state. And right now he was angry.
He forced the emotion down through the cold steel, feeling the blade resonate with the emotion, slowly the blade began to get a blue fiery aura around it. Almsey gripped the hilt feeling the power flowing through him. He lowered the sword dropping into the stance known as the “ fools guard” he now waited for the right moment. The monster began to move strangely again, readying itself for an attack. Now was the time. He brought his sword up above his head and sliced it vertically downwards, the blade slamming into the earth. The fiery blue hue erupted from the blade, continuing along the path of the slash, the ground itself cracking under the pressure of the sword and magic combined. The blue energy flew out at incredible speed, like a crescent shaped blade, it cut down everything in its path, it struck the monster, but seemingly passed straight through it, it went on for awhile longer cutting through trees and other foliage but then soon disappeared.
The monster was frozen still….and then…it collapsed in half. Slowly Almsey approached it, swinging Blackheart over his shoulder and then sheathing it on his back. This monster was strange, different, even more so than the biological differences in the monsters before. This one appeared almost machine like. With the metal, however it was elemental in nature, without any mechanical functioning that he could see. Certainly this was a much stranger world than any he had been to previously. It was hot here, something he wasn’t too used to. In Midgar it had always been cool, most of your heating coming from the mako powered climate control. But judging by the palm trees, the sand, and the sound of the sea in the distance. Almsey had to guess that this environment was some sort of tropical island. Memories of his vacationing in Costa Del Sol, during his time as soldier came up. He had stayed inside at the bars, maybe taking the odd dip in the sea. But he had absolutely no resistance to the sun, and burned way too easily. So for now he’d stick to the shade. Lessening his exposure as much as possible.
It hadn’t been long before he found a settlement. It was small mainly focused around a religious centre. Or at least what looked like some sort of temple. The rest of this small village was mainly as he guessed, backwards and looking way too much like the island community. He was examining the structure and architectures of the buildings when suddenly a young man bumped into his shoulder. The young man was unfortunately ( for him) short tempered. He turned around and send a single prodding finger into Almsey’s chest. “ Watch where your going, don’t you know not to mess with the Youth League?”. The young man was dressed up in leather armour, and had a short sword strapped to his side. Almsey stared the youth in the eyes, and that obviously had a first lasting effect, there was a physical flinch in the young man after seeing the pale blue of Almsey’s mako eyes. The ex soldiers hand shot up, grabbed the hand of the young man and swiftly snapped the wrist with a sickening twist. His head moved forward swiftly, his forehead connecting against the young mans nose, the bone there snapping. The boy made no reaction as he fell to the ground. Unconscious. But bleeding from both his nose, and the wrist where the bone had penetrated the skin.
There were other people similarly dressed, probably belonging to this…youth league, group that the other was from. They rushed him, they were either precisely like the idiot he had just floored, or had misunderstood what had just happened. Never the less he didn’t want to kill anybody. It would be a bad start to his time here. If that boy was anything to judge on this youth league was nothing more than a mob style milita, they had weapons but no idea how to use them. His superior training, experience, and of course the fortified abilities given to him by his mako enhanced blood. He didn’t bother drawing his sword as they came at him with theirs, one aimed a lightning thrust to his torso, an amateur mistake, Almsey struck his hand down, swiftly palming the blade aside, his right hand shooting out grabbing the wrist, his left drew back. He slammed his open palm into the elbow , snapping the bone. He moved the body around, the other two hesitating to attack because of his new flesh shield. He then did a leg sweep dropping the boy to the ground with such force he was knocked out. He launched forwards, his foot slamming into the kneecap of the second attacker, he quickly fell, his leg collapsing to the ground grasping his knee cap which was now bleeding out onto the ground. Another came at him, only to receive an elbow to the nose and a palm to the throat. He fell backwards gasping for air, and gurgling on his own blood which was rushing through his nose.
Everything suddenly fell silent. An old woman approached him as he made his way towards the temple. “ I apologise stranger…those boys have been spoiling for a fight…..hopefully this shall teach them a lesson…”. Almsey just kept on walking by, boys playing with their toys. They wanted the glory of a fight, but didn’t know the true grit and dirty side of being a warrior. Slowly he accended the stairs of the temple, inside it was dark, lit only by the odd torches, it gave an ominous feeling. And then of course there was the strange song that seemed to constantly be sung from the walls. There were statues here, in a circle surrounding the room. Obviously men and women of significance to this religion. Again no one approached him. Which was good. He preferred it that way.
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« Reply #2 on Jan 11, 2009, 10:49am » | |
The sun continued emit warm rays throughout the small island. The dusky colored sky gave the inclination of night soon following, and Yuna knew she had to return to the village soon enough. She did not need more than Wakka or Lulu worrying about her. The villagers tended to worry about her as well, not that she could blame them. She did tend to get into trouble from time to time. Yuna continued her light jog, wondering if anything eventful was happening in the small village. A foreboding feeling washed over the High Summoner, and she suddenly quickened her pace into a run.
It seemed like such a long run from where she had been by the beach. The trees and underbrush suddenly began to grow thicker as she left the beach area of Besaid. She slowly made her way upwards, ducking low when any low hanging branches came close. The fiends seemed to be fewer now, and she was glad for that. Yuna had no wish to fight anything at this moment, though she knew to keep on her guard. The warmth of the sun's rays slowly began to lessen, night beginning to settle in. The young Summoner looked upward, watching as the dusky colored sky began to fade into hazy purple of the night. Stars began to twinkle through, and the outline of the moon could be seen.
Yuna had to dodge to the side to avoid the attack sent her way. Lightning cackled as the spell missed her by inches. The High Summoner looked up, seeing an Elemental floating before her. It seemed she had made a wrong assumption. Her lips pursed for a moment, but she suddenly pulled both of her guns out. Yuna suddenly leaped into the air, flipping backward as she avoided another lightning spell sent her way, and she pulled the trigger, releasing a rain of bullets at the elemental. As she landed, she held both guns in a ready position, watching the fiend suddenly fall to the ground, pyreflies slowly beginning to dance into the air. The High Summoner slowly relaxed from her position, watching the familiar sight of the pyreflies floating into the night sky.
Soon, Yuna took off into a run once more. She returned the dual pistols to their holster, and she soon made her way to the two bridges. The roar of the waterfalls met her ears, but she made no pause in her trek back to the village. That foreboding feeling only seemed to grow as she got closer to the village, and she hoped that nothing bad had happened while she was gone. If something had, Yuna would never forgive herself. Wakka and Lulu could both fight, but they had Vidina to look after. A few moments later, she had finally made her way to the declining hill that lead to the entrance of Besaid Village. As she finally made her way into the village, several young men laid upon the ground. Her blue and green eyes widened, and she looked to the villagers for answers. "What happened?"
An elderly woman she recognized stepped toward her, bowing first to the High Summoner. "A young man came by, and you know how these young boys are," she spoke. A sigh escaped Yuna, and she smiled to the woman in thanks. She quickly made her way over to the fallen boys, seeing the familiar uniforms of the Youth League. As eager to fight as ever. Kneeling by them, Yuna slowly took hold of the broken wrist, her hand glowing a bright green as she slowly healed the break. It took a few moments, but she had soon healed all of the boys who had attacked this supposed man. "You won't start attacking anyone else, or I will speak to Nooj about this," she spoke clearly. The boys quickly nodded, and they ran from the High Summoner.
Yuna slowly began to walk towards the temple. Memories of acquiring her first Aeon flashed to her mind, but she pushed them away. Some of the villagers bowed in respect, and others smiled brightly at her. Yuna smiled back, and she soon entered the quiet temple. Statues stood in a circular fashion around them, and her eyes traveled to the statue of her father. Beside the statue stood one of herself, which had finally been put up not too long ago. As her gaze wandered, Yuna finally found the figure of a young man who did not belong to this village. "I'm sorry about those boys attacking you, but next time just knock them unconscious, alright?" Yuna asked with a polite smile. She took a step towards him, the Hymn of the Fayth resonating quietly throughout the temple. At least one thing had not changed here in the temple.
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« Reply #3 on Jan 11, 2009, 11:33am » | |
The temple was an impressive structure, just being in the torch lit room of this temple made him feel almost humbled. It reminded him of the shrine back home. Where Black Heart belonged. The last place he had seen on his world before…..he shook his head. Maybe all of this was a sick and twisted dream. Perhaps he was now lying on a bed, his bed, fresh sheets. But he wouldn’t awaken. Blackheart had seen to that. It would be too easy to wish this was all a dream. But then…dangers were real…pain was real…and it would be foolish to think it like this. Then again being transported to another world sounded just as fool hearty. However…so was supposedly legendary warriors returning from the grave, and it hadn’t taken much from Sephiroth to do that. This strange song, obviously a hymn or a psalm of sorts. It carried with it a strong but sorrowful tone. That’s when he heard footsteps behind him. He judged for a moment, was this another attacker, or just a worshiper?
Soft footsteps, with those carried no anger or aggression. They were light, so it was most likely a woman. Not that sex made any difference to threat level. However it was unlikely that she was an attacker. Although the familiar clink of a gun on her hips made Almsey think. Obviously this place wasn’t as technologically behind as his first impression had judged. It was then she spoke to him, apparently berating him on how he had broken the bones of the idiots outside, although she had apologised. He shook his head. “ …Hmmph….I was rather busy dodging their swords….bone breaks are relatively easy to heal….I….didn’t want to kill them…..just disarm them….”. He turned around preparing for the girls reaction, to his eyes, after all in this dark they seemed to give off that ominous blue glow. In daylight the glow wasn’t so bad, they just looked unusually pale blue, but here in the torchlit dark they gave off a glimmer.
The girl was….unusual. To say the least of things. Her outfit was rather revealing, however her looks were rather familiar and he had to wonder why. Then suddenly the ex soldier realised where he had seen her before. His head moved to the side slightly, looking over at the statue of the youngest of these religious icons. It was a girl, a young woman by all accounts. And she was this woman now standing in front of him, of course…she wore robes….and carried a staff instead of a pair of duel pistols. Of course she was older now, and had changed her attire. As well as her hair style. But Almsey had to wonder just what all these statues were for, and why they were almost worshipped by these people. He turned his head once more to look back at the girl, he looked her in the eyes, blank faced, giving nothing of his emotions away he said quite bluntly. “ But if any of them try to get vengeance…I’ll kill them…nothing personal, they’re too young to die….but I won’t be hunted”.
Blackheart pulsed with the words, sending waves of what felt like, pride? Excitement? The sword wanted to taste the young ones blood, it had been disappointed before when he had denied the blade. But now it knew his intentions it seemed to be just hoping and waiting. He stood silently for a moment, it was all he needed really, for now at least he’d cut off his connection to the sword. It would leave him unable to utilize the magic of the sword. But it would spare him feeling the emotions of the sentient sword. He then went to change the topic. “ The architecture of the temple is…impressive….there aren’t many buildings like this were I come from…..”. He closed his eyes. Letting the song of the temple flow through him, to the least the song was beautiful. To him, it was filled with the emotions that had claimed his entire life. Duty. Sorrow. And guilt. It wasn’t a happy song. But it was one that brought hope. “ I take it you are a woman of some importance then?….”. He remarked to the obvious. Talk of killing wasn’t something to be said in this place. It almost made things feel tainted.
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« Reply #4 on Jan 11, 2009, 12:16pm » | |
The Hymn of the Fayth continued to resonate, and it calmed Yuna as always. Her posture was relaxed, and she looked to the young man before her with a polite smile. The temple was illuminated by only the pale light of the moon as it finally raised into the sky, the sun disappearing for the night. There were also a few low burning oil lamps as well, giving off a faint light. Dancing shadows flickered in the dim lighting, but it hardly bothered the High Summoner. Yuna absently began to hum lightly to the Hymn, a tune so familiar to her. It resonated deeply within the inner chambers of the temple, where the Fayth had once resided. All that remained now was an empty chamber where the slumbering Fayth had dwelt.
The song was somber, but it had a haunting beauty that all could hear. "The Hymn of the Fayth," Yuna spoke softly. Her eyes closed for a moment, and she could almost hear the voice of Valefor singing through. She shook the thought away, and she looked to the young man once more. He was obviously not from here, as he seemed to have little idea about this temple. Yuna watched as he turned towards her, and she continued to smile. "Yes, Youth League members are rather eager for battle, but please don't mind them. They were sent to protect Besaid," she answered, bowing in apology. Her head tilted, and she studied his eyes. The faint light of the temple seemed to illuminate them, like the sun upon the ocean at twilight. She felt herself become mesmerized for a moment, but she quickly shook her head.
"The statues are of the past High Summoners, those who defeated Sin," she spoke quietly. Yuna slowly stepped before the statue of her father, looking into the face of the man who had been the reason for her becoming a Summoner. She slowly looked back to this man, and she shook her head. "They won't bother you again. I told them not to, and they know to listen to me," she reassured. Yuna did not enjoy using her status as the High Summoner to get some people to listen to her, but sometimes she had to. It was only here in Besaid where the people did not look to her as a savior. The villager saw her as the same Yuna that had arrived here more than ten years ago, when she been only about seven-years-old. Arriving with nothing more than the clothes on her back, and with her Ronso Guardian.
Yuna felt her eyes slip to the sword that this man held, feeling something off about it. Her brow furrowed, but she said nothing. She let her gaze wander about the temple instead, which had stood here for nearly a thousand years. "This temple was built nearly a thousand years ago, shortly after the machina war," she answered absently. Yuna knew many things about the history of Spira. It was something she had to know when she had first become a Summoner. And of course, as a Sphere Hunter, she had seen a few sphere of Spira's past. His last statement suddenly pierced her thoughts, and Yuna looked slightly uncomfortable. She nodded hesitantly, and smiled.
"I am High Summoner Yuna, but please, just call me Yuna," she introduced herself with a smile.
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« Reply #5 on Jan 11, 2009, 1:27pm » | |
So, that’s what the hymn that the walls sung was. The Hymn of the Faith, the sound of the name was appropriate and he found himself nodding slightly to her as she spoke. As for the men outside who had attacked him, she apologised once. He had rather expected a more violent or aggressive reaction in the least, but this woman was actually genuinely sorry for his experience. Something that only spoke up for her as a person. As for her reaction to his eyes, she had stood there, staring momentarily. However it wasn’t a bad sort of stare, it seemed that she was more admiring his eyes, as if she was almost hypnotised by his eyes.
He felt slightly bemused by this. However as she continued she spoke of things that helped him to understand this land, and confirm some of his suspicions for example, the youth league, he had guessed they were nothing but an armed militia who protected the local areas, the trouble was however that very few of them were trained or disciplined. Which made this far more dangerous, in time these Youth League members would probably become corrupt with the power the people and their weapons gave them, and they’d become nothing more than a violent rabble. A mob who taxed the civilians who they had originally been charged to defend. Little more than bandits. He had seen it happen before. And had killed many people like that. But if they truly listened to this girl. Then perhaps there held some hope. After all…this girl was armed herself. Maybe it was just a general premise of this world. She had bowed, and that made him feel rather embarrassed, maybe again this was something they were used to, by the sounds of it they had been living or were living under some kind of theocracy. Based on religion and respect. Which in terms was a good idea. At least most of these people had good manners. The old lady, and this young woman being an example of which.
The ex soldier listened as she explained the purpose of these statues, they were high summoners. Defeaters of something called Sin. Almsey could only guess that this Sin was some kind of monster, however the paradox came was that there were so many of these statues. Did they all die in a single fight? No, some of these statues were in worse condition than others, some clearly older than others. Which meant that this creature, Sin. Was either more than one creature that came over the years. Or had some ability to regenerate damage caused to it in the past, and thus needed to be put down every few years. Although it seemed that this girl was the latest addition to the statues, hers was pristine, and was a great likeness.However he had to wonder what she meant by High Summoner, of course he knew about the summon monsters on his own world. They were rare creatures that could be summoned by finding a particular materia orb that they were bound to. The creatures were insanely powerful, far stronger than any normal man.
Even a soldier would find a hard time taking down a summon creature. Perhaps they were the only way of defeating this monster. And of course each person who took up the name of the summoner was treated with great respect, just like this girl. And those who defeated the creature were named high summoner. He nodded, taking in the information, some confirmed others just what he could make out of what she said. Her eyes would move to Blackheart, it seemed she could sense the power coming from the sword, the dark personality of the materia inlay. The ex soldier had to wonder whether or not the legend concerning the sword was true. However he had a feeling that perhaps it was. One must not take an item crafted in love and expose it to hate. Something he had always been taught by his uncle. Now he knew. He was talking about Blackheart. Brought back to the present by the summoners next words. Machina war. The ex soldier had to think machina was probably a variation of the word machine. Something that made him curious. If this world had machines for as long as a thousand years. Then were they actually more technologically advanced than his own Gaia? Again, it was doubtful, it was more than likely that during this war the two opposing sides had wiped each other out. Or perhaps this creature Sin, had some significance. It would certainly explain the ruins he had seen surrounding the island. However…she had suddenly became uncomfortable.
Call it a look on her face, or a change in the air. This woman was easy to read. He thought for a moment about what it could be that had put her off. And then realised. He had quite clearly put out that he wasn’t from this world. If she was truly that famous, anyone would have recognised her. They would have known about these wars. And above all…known about this creature Sin. Almsey grunted and scratched his stubble. “ Almsey, Almsey Belmont Buckhurst…..pleasure to meet you Yuna….”. He nodded lightly taking a step towards one of the statues. “ As you’ve no doubt guessed….I’m…..foreign….very…foreign….”. He shook his head. “ Would it shock you if I said…..I woke up on the beach with no idea where I was?”. Almsey let himself laugh slightly before settling down, leaning against a wall for some relative comfort and rest.
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« Reply #6 on Jan 11, 2009, 3:09pm » | |
Yuna began to hum absently once more, memories settling over her mind. The memories of the first time she had stepped out of the temple as a fully fledged Summoner. How happy and sad she had been. Happiness at the thought of finally achieving her goal, but sadness at the thought that it would be her last time in Besaid. So many of her memories were within this temple, and she would want to see it stand for another thousand years. Yuna almost wished to go deeper within the temple, into the Chamber of the Fayth. The source of the lulling hymn, though no Fayth would be there. Yuna smiled to herself somberly for a moment, missing the feeling of having the Fayth with her whenever she had summoned an Aeon.
"Sin is gone now, so there's no more need for Summoners or the Fayth," she replied quietly. It was mostly a statement directed to herself, but she turned to the man and smiled lightly. Yuna knew he was new here, and was probably thinking over the words she had said. She let the silence envelope them again, and she kept her thoughts to herself. Yuna wondered where this young man was from, but she was sure he would tell her soon enough. Instead, she allowed herself to study over the High Summoner statues. She studied the one of herself and her father the most. The pale light of the torches did little to illuminate the features, but she liked to think there was some likeness between her father and herself.
Yuna slowly looked back to the man, having her heard him grunt. She tilted her head, wondering what he was about to say. He had soon introduced himself as Almsey. "It's nice to meet you, Almsey," she replied kindly. Yuna bowed once more, to be polite. Some things did not change about the High Summoner. It really was surprising to look at this statue of herself, and to see how much she had changed. Yuna was unsure if she could ever go back to the person she had once been. Most likely not, as so much had happened on her pilgrimage two years ago. She shook her head, ridding herself of those musings once again.
"I know you're from another world. No one in Spira has eyes like yours," Yuna answered with a calm smile. The only race that would have rather differing eyes would be the Al Bhed. Though they did not have the glow this man's eyes seemed to have. Al Bhed had green eyes, with the tell-tale spiral of the pupil. Her right eye was green, telling of her Al Bhed heritage, and her blue eye was from her father. His story reminded her of Tidus, who had woken up upon the shore of Besaid after Sin had attacked his Dream Zanarkand. Yuna took a step closer, ready to help him if he needed it. "I can show you around Besaid, if you like. I think we have a spare room in the Auroch's room," she replied after a moment. Always polite and helpful, and she knew this man would need help of some sort.
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« Reply #7 on Jan 11, 2009, 4:31pm » | |
The girl seemed to lose her concentration almost, humming away at that hymn, the sounds echoing through the walls. He raised his eyebrow once. Although she seemed too captivated in her own thoughts to bother noticing. It was then something happened that he wouldn’t forget in his stay. Something pulsed through him. It was almost like Blackhearts pulse, a feeling of emotion, however it wasn’t just emotion…it was. Images. Words. “ Kill her”. The image of him plunging Blackheart through her chest, nailing her to the wall, twisting the blade…blood flowing from her lips her nose….her eyes…..causing her pain until the final breath. It would be so easy. The emotions were simple. Primal. Anger. Hatred. But he had spent so long enduring the wills of Blackheart he managed to block out this other force.
Not easily. But still managing to keep himself under his own control. It was like the will to walk and fight. The woman’s voice whispering the need for help. The need for him to fight on for her, in defence. But it was more seductive, whispers like finger tips moving down the body. Subtle. So much so that the chances are one not trained in knowing their feelings from a forced one would be unable to distinguish their own thoughts to that of an alien will. He had heard of such things effecting Soldier members before. Particularly those who had joined after the wutai war. The frequency of them only increased after he had dropped off the map, whilst the avalanche group led their merry chase against Sephiroth. Those talking about something called Reunion. Jenova. He knew the name of the project. Genesis had told him that he, Angeal, and Sephiroth were all part of it. Chances are after the Wutai war mako injections were being polluted with Jenova cells…maybe they were hoping to replicate the powers seen in the big three.
But Almsey had of course never experienced this sort of thing. So it was doubtful he had been polluted with these cells. He only had his basic mako injection, after that he refused to let the science department poke and prod at him. Some other soldiers were all to happy to let them do that. Not him. The Ex Soldier looked on the girl Yuna as she talked to herself. The uselessness of summoners now that Sin was gone. Apparently the girl had found some way to keep the creature gone forever, kudos to her. She spoke, saying how it was nice to meet him, he nodded lightly in response. However next…she said something that caught him quite off guard. She knew he wasn’t from this world. And seemed all too understanding. Even talking about his eyes. He laughed slightly. “ Sorry…you caught me off guard….I didn’t expect anyone to be so….understanding?”. Almsey closed his eyes lightly. “ Allow me to explain then……My full name is Almsey Belmont Buckhurst…..I was once part of an elite military unit known as Soldier, we’re men…just like everyone else….but…better….we are enhanced by mako, an energy source on my world…..its what makes my eyes glow….its also what allows me to take on 5 armed men and take them out using only my fists”. Almsey laughed slightly. “ Although that rabble outside can hardly be considered a threat…even without mako injections I could out fight any of them on training alone…”.
He shook his head. “ But….I discovered the company I worked for was….corrupt…evil……I left…I started to fight against the men and woman I had once stood beside…because they were more interested in making money…..but…then I think that some of them didn’t know just how deep the corruption was there…..I fought them and I made some mistakes….some mistakes that got a lot of innocent people killed….”. He shook his head. “ I crawled inside a bottle for around a year….but…a friend helped me get out of it……I helped some people…..and finally went home to my family…but…it was then…well it was then when I woke up here I suppose…”. He scratched his head and then approached Yuna. “ Thank you, sounds good…although I wouldn’t want to impose…”.He looked at her once again, noticing that her eyes too were….unique? Dichromate. A genetic pass over? He shrugged it off and almost found himself humming to the hymn.
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« Reply #8 on Jan 17, 2009, 10:38am » | |
Jecht sighed as he stood on the bow of the boat heading into the Besaid harbour. " Did you have to make me kill the entire crew?". He asked the empty air. His voice echoed in the ship, the crew had been long since thrown overboard, the ship itself only sailed now by Jecht's own power. He had been directing it for the past few days. He knew that such an act wouldn't be looked kindly upon. But if he had to adapt new ways to ensure his dream would come true. Then all to it. " Bah...I'll just bring them all back when I have those crystals too....I'll never remember all their names...I should probably make a list or something...". He shrugged.
The boat slowly came up alongside the harbour, and it was strange, no one was there to meet it. He scratched his head thinking, it was weird. Visits to besaid outside of trade ships were rare...and usually there was a bit of a crowd for new incoming ships. Or at least...there had been twelve years ago. Then again....that had been back when Sin made sea travel dangerous. You had to be really brave to travel with the waters. Maybe nowadays on Besaid ships coming in had become a little more common. And with that people had lost interest. Well that suited Jecht just fine. Means he'd have no real trouble concerning his lack of death around the locals. If he remembered anything, these people were highly devoted to Yevon. Maybe that had changed. He really didn't care to look in around Yuna's adventures. He'd been more concerned about trying to convince the fayth to bring his son back.
" The boy....he'll be here with Braska's kid....there will be questions....and headaches.....and thats before I hit the bar..."
Stepping off the ship and onto the open wooden dock. He took a deep breath of the tropical air. Walking down the road towards the village, he began to enjoy the feel of the soft warm sand beneath his feet. The walk was short and mostly uneventful, the few people who he did walk by wern't really taken back by his appearance. In fact. They just strolled on by as if he never even existed. These were the people he had sacrificed his life for. And they couldn't even remember him. " Supose that means no free drinks...." He said rather sarcastically.Finally he came to the hill overlooking the village. He crossed his arms and looked down onto Besaid. Thinking of just how he'd manage to explain this to Yuna or the Kid.
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« Reply #9 on Jan 20, 2009, 3:55am » | |
Nightmare was roasting alive. Black was definitely not a good choice for the island of Besaid. He had forgotten it absorbed sunlight, making him very toasty very quickly. But he'd have to deal with it. Next time he'd just wear something a little more heat resistant and able. He never did things like this twice in a row, so he'd remember not to wear black next time.
He wanted to return to the village. He had seen brief glimpses of it during his walk around the island, and longed for civilization. He had been trekking along a short road, aiming to get away from the wilds, if one could call them that, and get back to the village. Nightmare continued his walk, his boots leaving prints in the dirt. However, he noticed another set. Curious, Nightmare followed the site along the road, eventually finding his target.
A large tanned man, obviously having been through quite a bit due to his scars and muscles. He also really didn't seemed to be ashamed of this either, as he lacked a shirt, choosing only to wear a gauntlet. This probably also kept him from burning alive. Nightmare would love to cool off, but had no intention of leaving anything behind.
"Well, you look a lot more comfortable than I do." Nightmare smirked at the man, slightly tired from all the heat trapped within his coat.
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« Reply #10 on Jan 21, 2009, 9:19pm » | |
The High Summoner once again felt that something was off with this young stranger. He was older than her, he seemed closer to Sir Auron's age, but he had a much younger appearance than her former Guardian. Her head tilted, and Yuna studied the man before her for a few moments. Again, Yuna felt her eyes drawn to the sword. The aura that pulsed around the sword of offsetting, and she felt the urge to suddenly make a grab for her pistols. Anything to defend herself from the hateful aura that seemed to come from the odd sword. Yuna looked back to Almsey, seeing him being able to ignore the ominous aura from the sword. That had to be a good sign, right? She let her expression fade into one of a serene smile, and she clasped her hands in front of her.
Yuna let her gaze wander over the various statues within the temple. The High Summoners of the past, who had managed to defeat Sin, and bring the Calm to Spira. Her gaze rested upon the statue of her father, which stood proudly before her. The one before her who had brought the Calm, and the reason she had become a Summoner. Her thoughts were beginning to repeat, and she slowly looked away. Yuna had other concerns to worry herself with. This stranger, and the fact that Spira was once again being swept into turmoil. The Eternal Calm would seem to be crumbling away once more. It was her duty to Spira to fight against whatever threatened to destroy what peace she had managed to gain.
Yuna would do whatever she could to help. Her blue and green eyes slowly returned to Almsey. She smiled kindly at his words, shaking her head. "No, most people don't understand, but I can assure you that your stay in Besaid will be safe," she replied with a reassuring nod. Yuna tilted her head to the side once more, listening to his next statement with a contemplative expression. Well, that certainly explained the glow of his eyes, and the strength he had used so easily upon the younger men. It seemed his world was filled with more beings similar to his stature and strength. "Yes, the Youth League members are a bit exuberant," she replied with a soft sigh.
"Well, I can tell you've been on a rough journey, but you'll be safe here," Yuna promised with a smile. She watched as he approached her, and she shook her head quickly. "Oh, not at all! I'll show you to the hut, if you like," she replied. Yuna listened as he hummed to the tune, and she laughed lightly. The Hymn of the Fayth was a somber but catching tune. With one last glance to Braska's statue, Yuna turned and made her way to exit the temple. Night was already upon them, and it would be best to turn in soon. There were not many dangers in Besaid, but there were always the fiends. Yuna paused for a moment, sensing two other presences a little far out from the village. Her brows furrowed and she looked to Almsey.
"Can you sense them?" Yuna asked quietly.
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« Reply #11 on Jan 22, 2009, 5:45am » | |
The girl was nice, although she had seemed worried at first, he could tell once more. It was her facial expression, she was far too open with it. Something that she had left over from her days as a summoner he thought. Open faces were something for priests and priestesses. It was learning to disguise your emotion that made you a warrior. And a politician. He traced her line of vision, to a normal person it would merely seem as if she was looking at him. When really she was looking past him. The sword. She could sense something off about Blackheart. He was impressed. It seemed her time learning the magical arts of summoning had rubbed off on her. Usually normal people just felt ill at ease around the sword. However…with mages and other magical linked people. The effects were a lot worse. They could sense the emotions of the sword, just like Almsey could. But it had no real effect on them. They were just sensing the background “ radiation” of the swords emotion. The actual full force of it was being plunged into Almsey. They both walked out into the night, the sun had now set and all was calm. At least. For now. She assured him that it was no trouble at all, all the while humming that “Hymn Of The Fayth”.
This world was indeed strange, and truly tropical. The nights were warm, not the below freezing tempretures he had been exposed to within the freezing nights of Midga. Far from it. He could just lie under a tree and sleep soundly without any coverings but his own coat. Of course he was used to roughing it. The military tended to do that to you. However if he did rough it, what he didn’t want, was to find out what kind of bugs they had here. Usually tropical areas had horrible poisonous bugs. Like scorpions. And spiders. He shuddered thinking of himself dying of fever. He then turned to Yuna once more. “ I must apologise”. He closed his eyes and kept walking breathing out and then opening them again.
“ My sword is making you uncomfortable isn’t it?”. He stopped for a moment and then drew the large blade, and stabbed it down into the sand. “ The swords name is Blackheart. it’s a curse among my family…..the curse to the strongest of our children….you see….the sword is unique….Part of it…is alive…and its evil…..the story behind it goes…that centuries ago…one of my ansestors had a wife, one of the greatest swordsmiths of her time….and she crafted for him a materia blade….a sword that would be alive…she poured all her love and affection for her husband into the blade….and when it had been finished…it shone a bright silver….and made all who stood around it feel happy and loved. The sword itself, loved the man and wife. But then, war came…and the man took the sword into battle…there its innocent spirit was shattered, baptized in blood and violence….it absorbed the anger and hatred of a thousand souls that died on the battlefield…..and it learned to hate….and hate it did….it hated all mankind for taking away its happiness”. The sword pulsed for a moment, a wave of what could almost be known as sadness. “ When the man got home…he was welcomed by his wife, she took the sword to welcome it home as well….and suddenly….all the emotion that the sword had felt, the hate, the pain, the rage, rushed into the woman, her gentle heart gave out, not able to take such horror…..the man grieved, and threw the sword on the pyre….but it wouldn’t be destroyed….it merely turned as black as the night sky…..”.He picked up the sword once more and sheathed it. “ The lesson was….never take something made in love to a place full of hate, because evil corrupts even the gentlest soul……I used to think it was just a story…but now I think there might be some truth behind it…”. That’s of course when she mentioned about sensing something. He looked around rather calmly and saw nothing. “ I’m no mage….I can’t really-”. Then he saw it. There was a man standing on the hill overlooking Besaid. “ There”. He pointed. His vision was much better than this girls. However even she would be able to see the outline of the man on the hills above them.
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« Reply #12 on Jan 22, 2009, 6:18am » | |
Jecht turned suddenly at the sound of another persons voice, it seemed finally someone DID remember him. But after he had heard the actual words that the man had spoken he realised he had jumped the gun again. Nope this guy had absolutely no idea who he was, just like the rest of this island. And more than likely the rest of Spira. He lifted his hands and then clenched his fists above his head yawning lightly. “ Yeah, well after you spend a long time in the Spiran climate you begin to realise that clothes just don’t suit the weather my friend”. He sat down, the sun had began to set awhile ago and he still hadn’t thought of anything. Damn it, if Auron or Braska had been here they would have thought of something. After all they always did. Jecht was the doer. He didn’t think about anything. He just went ahead and did it, and he’d see the results, good or ill. He was used to making any sort of plan. Even in Blitzball it had never taken any tactics. Sure all the coaches had went on about it, but in reality he knew there was only one useful tactic.
Send Jecht in. That’s when he saw two people walk out of the temple. A male and a female by the looks of them. He squinted his eyes. The guy was pointing up at him? Was it the kid?! He scratched his head. To hell with it, he’d stick to his usual plan. Send Jecht in. “ Ali oh!”. He stepped backwards and then ran off the edge of the hill. It was of course, rocky and jagged below him, however, he used his gauntlet to slow his decent by stabbing it into the rock face, and when he got close enough to the ground he just launched himself forward and then rolled onto the soft sand. He slowly stood up and shook it out of his hair. “ Argh…forgot how bad it feels to have this crap in your hair”. He then looked up into the entrance of Besaid. Most people had been in their huts when he had been on the hill but now they were coming outside to see what the racket was about. That’s when the whispering started, he was sure he heard his name in there somewhere. And then suddenly the call he’d been waiting for came out. “ Unsent! Unsent!”. He groaned lightly and placed his hand on his head. He had to force his way through the small crowd, maybe if he made it to the temp-. Then he saw the two figures. One was Yuna. The other…well he didn’t know who the hell he was, but he had freaky eyes. And damned if Yuna had gotten a new boyfriend in such a short period of time. “ Well I’ll be, someones grown up since I’ve been away “. He then shot an eye back at the crowd behind him. “ I don’t know how to explain this Yuna, but I’ve somehow come back to life….I’m not unsent….and to prove it, I’d like you to try and send me…just to make sure this lot don’t strap me and burn me at the stake”.
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« Reply #13 on Jan 23, 2009, 12:08am » | |
Nightmare's smirk dropped slightly. Not from anything the man had said, but more or less from the heat. He needed to stop wearing this kind of stuff. The other guy seemed so comfortable. sitting down in the sun without any sort of problem with the heat. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from this guy.
That was when he launched himself away fro Nightmare, practically flying off the hill, using is gauntlet as a way to slow his flight. Apparently he knew what he what doing. Shrugging slightly, Nightmare calmly walked after him, taking a slow descent in contrast to the other's quick one. He tried his best to ignore the heat, but it was becoming quite the problem.
He arrived at the village. It seemed the man had caused quite the ruckus. They shouted 'Unsent! Unsent!'. An Unsent? Odd, Nightmare had heard they did exist, but were usually taken care of right away. Maybe he had just been hard to spot. It didn't matter to Nightmare though, he hadn't shown any Unsent traits. Oh well. Nightmare would simply take the situation in stride. Although there was something that caught him off guard.
Almsey was here. The same one fron Figaro Castle and the Flower Field. The two seemed to run into the same area quite often. Nightmare tossed a smirk in Almsey's direction, signifying he did indeed remember him. The young woman though, he did not recognize. It was strange though. He couldn't place his finger on why, but she reminded him of Aerith. Nightmare shook the feeling off, ignoring it for the time being.
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