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Another Time, Another Place: Yujo and the Scions prepare to take on the one primal that refuses to remain unsummoned. She who will plauge every 6th Umbral Moon without fail. Whose siren songs drive mad the comman market man. May the twelve have mercy on the Scions!
"So, are we ready, then?"
The Scions stood outside of the Rising Stones, preparing their equipment and provisions for the battle that was to come. Everyone nodded in agreement with Alphinaud's question when Yujo let out a hagared sigh.
"Why are we doing this. Again?"
Everyone looked at the Warrior of Light who was fidiging with the sports tape that was wrapped around her hands.
"I mean this primal just shows up out of nowhere! No one can even figgure out where it comes from! It doesn't even do normal primal things. All it does is sing its song insessently, annoying the hells out of anyone who shops at the markets."
She shook her head.
"It's like it is some wierd anti-moniterist weapon that targets any source of commerce. But its less a warmachina and more like a giant whoopie coushion."
Another sigh escaped her tiny mouth.
"This is not how I wanted to spend my nameday for the forth time in a row…"
The mood became a little sour as the rest of the Scions all looked at each other akwardly.
Then, she sighed. "Rowena, right?"
They nodded.
"Oh, godsdamnit…" she uttered. "Come on. Let's get this over with…"
= = =
The scions walked into the abandoned, frost covered grounds of the Akh Afah Amphitheatre. Water aether gathred as ice crystals, crackling as it pooled around the scions.
"Get ready, everyone! Here it comes!"
They drew their weapons…
= = =
Bob hummed his sad hum as he waddled over to the music player. The pumpkins weren't even put on sale yet but he had held off corporite on this matter as long as possible. Have it their way, the stupid thing would be on loop after the summer vacation ended.
To a certain extent, he thoguht to himself, he would have been forced to put the CD on loop for the whole year.
"Stupid bastards. 'Oh why is everyone shoping online?'. Yeah, real fricking mystery, you idiots. Christ in Hell, I need to quit this job, already."
Bob- Not noticing, or caring to notice, the black misama that attempted and failed (as it had done with every member of his species on this godsforsaken planet) to make him a blasphamy- cussed his cuss as he put the CD in the player, pressed the well warn in buttons untill he reached the right track, set the player to repeat-one.
Taking care to mind for his own- nonexistant- mental health, he put his earphones in set them to noise canceling, and then pressed play on the cd player.
= = =
The primal took its form, a woman this author will call of 21 years out of politeness, dressed in the atire of the Saint of Nymeia. She raised her hand, causing a microphone to appear in her hands.
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Day 28 - Deleterious
Meaning: harmful often in a subtle or unexpected way
ShadowBringers (5.0) - Before Lv 70 : "The Syrcus Trench"
Spoilers for Lv 79 : "Extinguishing the Last Light"
CW: Light body horror.
Alphinaud returns to The Crystarium to give one of his regular reports when he finds The Crystal Exarch colapsed, suffering from an afliction which calls to mind a fellow from his homeland that he had thought lost.
---
Alphinaud gulped down the nervous energy that was welling up inside him. He had been stationed in the area surounding Eulmore for the last three months and had made his way back to the Crystarium for supplies and to apraise the situation in Kholusia with the exarch and the captain of the Crystarium Guard.
The Crystarium gave him memories of Sharlayan, and not particlaruly pleasent ones at that.
Of course, the two city states couldn't be any diffrent. As far as he- and the other scions who had been wisked away to The First- could tell, The Crystarium's only mission was one to save what little life was left on the light-blighted star-reflection. Sharlayan was more…
Alphinaud was caught up in his own thinking for a moment as the word came to him.
… Egocentric.
"Master Leveilleur."
He turned to see the captain of the Crystarium Guard, Lyna.
"Oh, Oh good afternoon. Captain." He said, minding his mannors. "Is everything alright?"
"Perfectly fine." Lyna said, matter of factly. "The Exarch is waiting for you in the Ocular. I am on my way to report to him as well." she said, basically telling Alphinaud that she was walking with him.
Walking past the barrier with the Viis by his side, Alphinaud felt a little short, by comparaison. He also didn't quite know how to strike up conversation with the woman. She was very matter-of-fact about everything. Even more so than the average citizen for the first, for whom a swift and painful death- to say nothing of the horiffic unlife in the form of a sin eater- was all but garanteed.
The walk to the Ocular was a quiet one. Nether side quite willing to talk to the other. For his part, Alphinaud wondered what the captain had to make of these bizzare visitors from whence the Exarch came.
The guard at the door of the Ocular welcomed the two through and opened the door.
And saw the Exarch colapsed on the floor, the sounds of crackling crystal poping from his huddled form.
Without thinking, the elezan boy rushed towards the exach with his carbuncle already summoned, ready to augment his healing artes.
"No, Stop!" Lyna cried out, pushing Alphinaud aside and runing towards the Exarch, pulling out a viel of liquid from her sachual and bending over to force it into the Exarch's mouth.
Alphinaud could only watch as the Exarch shouted out in pain before it subsided and he colapsed into slumber. He culdn't help but notice the inside of the Exarch's hood in the confusion.
Ears. Mi'quote ears.
After the moment had passed, Alphinaud offered to help the captain take the Exarch to his quarters, which was rebuffed, all be it with gratitiude, as she took the Exarch into her arms like a parent holding a child, and walked out of the Ocular.
As he watched the sight. Gears began to turn in Alphinaud's head.
= = =
Alphinaud waited outside the door of the Exarch's quarters, one of hundreds in the apartment building on the far side of the Crystarium's grounds. He pet his carbuncle as he waited for the captain to be finished with the Exarch.
The door opened. Lyna walked out and saw the Elezen sitting on the ground.
She sighed. "The Exarch wishes to speak to you. In private."
With that he stood up and thanked Lyna, who merely waved him off as she walked away, and walked into the Exarch's quarters.
It was the same as all the other rooms in the residential area of the Crystarium, a studio aprtment with a living area and an area for sleeping and clothing. The exarch lied on top of the bed, the crystaling sores that covered his body far more obvious due to his nightclothes.
The Exarch look up with a smile. "Oh, Master Alphinaud."
Alphinaud didn't share the same joyous look as he walked to the chair that had been placed to the side of the Exarch's bed and sat down.
"You're suffering from crystal stasis." he stated planely. "The fatal state of aetheric shock that slowly petrifies the aflicted. The crystaliation happens as a result of the atheric imbalance caused by prolonged exposure to the Crystal Tower and subsiquent currouption of one's reserve of aether. One of the more intresting complications that sufferers of crystal statis is the fact that it insidiously hijacks the body's recovery system to spread. This means that attempting to heal the aflicted with conventional recovery artes will only make things worse."
The Exarch looked at the elezan with concern.
"That is the basic summation of some of the research a colleague of mine wrote on the Crystal Tower. It is a bitter irony that he never got to see his research proven true. He sealed himself inside the tower to prevent it from being abused after a voidsent of great and terrible power nearly breached through onto our star with it ."
"That… That is unfortuante." The Exarch said, biting his lip.
"The episode was a rough one for the Warrior of Light. Another friend she lost in a chaos that very nearly consumed her. It is a tale I take no pleasure in ensureing my part in it is not embelished." Alphinaud said, his eyes closed.
The Exarch said nothing.
"Exarch, I will be forthright. And if I'm wrong in my assumptions about your identity then I can only appologise. But when you do summon her to the first, the warrior of light will play along..."
He gave the Exarch a cutting look.
"...But Yujo is 'not' going be ignorant. I understand you have your reasons for keeping your identity secret, but- and I say this with complete sincerity- it will only serve to hurt the both of you to keep the charade for any longer than is entirely nessasary."
The Exarch looked down at his body and closed his eyes. His hood deflated slightly.
He sighed. "I understand, Master Leveilleur, and I will take it under advisement."
Alphinaud stood up. "I understnad that this is not the time to talk of matters in Kolusia. I will take care of my business first and when you've recovered enough, I will give my report in full."
The exarch smiled. "I look foreward to it."
With that, the Scion gave his excuses and left the Exarch to his thoguhts as he looked at his crystalised hand.
He could feel the crystal as it very, very slowly took more of his body.
"Not yet. I have waited too long for my body to fail now… I endured it for this long. I can do so for a little longer."
Let me spin you the tale of Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn and the three feet of anger she left in the lurch twice.
See, Spira, where Yujo is from- think the Canaries to Limsa's Spain- was not spared the devistation of Dalumund. Quite the opposite. People and beloved Wild Chocobos died and a lot of buildings were wrecked.
Of course, the island was under Limsa protectorate so any money to help in the rebuilding would have to come from them.
Only, it didn't.
The perition for relief funds didn't even make it to Merlwyb's desk.
Then, some five and a half years later, one of the lalafell from Spira makes quite the name for herself, sigle handdedly (so they say) took down Gaius van Belsair and his Metal Gear. They're having a banquet for some reason or another- something to do with Ishagard and dragons- when all of a sudden all hells break loose, The Sultana of Uldah is dead, Her knight in waiting just bisected the man who all but admitted to orchestrating the treason but not before he incriminates the lalafell woman who just saved the realm, and one of her friend's private militiamen just lopped the knight in waiting's arm off.
Merlweb makes for her musket, but allows herself to away to the safety of Limsa (as does Kana-e to gridania)
When Yujo eventually recovered and the made her way to Gridania, she was offered a recognition of innocence and granted a favour. She was instated as a member of the twinn adders at the rank she had been in the Imortal Flames, and allowed to mediate with the conjuring guild.
When she made her way to Limsa to get help saving Rahbaun, Merlweb offered similar provisions and boons.
Her request?
"Don't. Just don't. Leave me alone."
This one way animosity lasted all the way to Merlwyb's parlay with the Kolbolds.
CW - Depiction of a character's mental facilities slipping and related existntial horror.
Elidibus x OC Azem (Plutonic)
The sundered mind of Elidibus is always watching. Never sleeping, never stopping. For theirs is a loney- and madening- existance.
I have been sunderned. Split fourteen ways, and banished to the moon.
Why. Why did she do it? Were the trails and tribulations The Final Days not enough for her? Was our suffering not sufficant?
Did she not know her charge was in the direct path of her majicks?
Did she even care?
Oh, Eurydice. To the last, you were determined to fight fate- Catching the blade of Hydalin's spell with your bare hands- and maybe in another, better time, that would have- no, it 'would' have been enough for you to put an end to this madness. Even if we didn't see eye to eye on this matter, I believe that to be so. I only wish it hadn't destroyed your kinship with Hades before your predicesor stole everything from you.
Stole everything away from us.
Hate filled witch.
Let her rot away in her light. We shall not cast our shadows in definace.
= = =
I am made further whole. Hades has done well to join the shades with the source. Though I will never be complete again- the Thirteenth shade forever a twisted dark-star- I will soon grow strong enough and I will shatter the woman of light's bonds.
Then I'll bring them back.
Bring them all back;
The souls that rest within me, the souls lost to sheild the star from madness…
…
Them…
Oh, Eurydice. I… I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry that this ever got to this point.
But I will make it right.
Even if I have to wake for a million million lifetimes of the half made-men.
= = =
The Fifth shade has been rejoined.
Good. Good.
…
Their…
Their face!
I- I can't remember Their face!
I CAN'T REMEMBER THEI-
= = =
Emet-Selch has a new empire. Good for him. How long he will play pretend before he sends this one crashing into the ground? The half-made men's children playing with glass and setting fire to ant-nests are at least swift by comparison.
The headache returns.
Annoying.
Lahabraha has absconded, again. A frustration. Maybe its time to have him consumed, his energies better used to see if a seventh rejoining will have any effect on these barrirors that hold me.
The headache. Again.
Why am I plauged so?
= = =
The first shade has become flooded with light. Curse Emet-Selch for his incompitence! He should have never let the two half-mades execute their plan without him being there to ensue it would work successfully.
I will go to the first. I need to have the half-made men uderstand that theirs is a blighted existance, and their fate is a mercy.
I will start with the 'heroes' whose medeling brought this incident upon us.
= = =
I have issued my orders to them. Go, and spread chaos and tip The Source into needing to sup on the aether of their previous home world. Only in destruction lies the joy of rebirth though I.
= = =
A lalafell girl on a tropical island off the coast of Limsa.
…
Why does my head hurt so? I can barely function. Is she doing something to me?
I will send him to finish her off.
I must continue my vigual in peace.
= = =
Ardbert failed. Not only that, but they all failed. Now they are lost in the coridor of time. I have no way of determining when they will appear again.
This must be Hydalin's doing.
Acursed Witch.
Not even the rejoining of another shard makes me happy anymore.
It's all static.
Static consuming parts of my mind. Unimportant parts, memorys of the old world. I will have all the time to recall my home when it is remade.
And yet, in all of that, my head still hurts so.
= = =
Lahabraha is dead! Fool! Stupid Obsessed Fool! Our resources dwindle and I needs a means to put this matter to the sword!
Thankfully Ardbert and his party re-appeared before … that lalafell … started to meddle in our afairs. It is time for them to get this right and to put an end to the odious creature once and for all.
= = =
Everyone's gone. My Warriors of Darkness, the remaining unsundered, even the once legion of sundered- imprinted with the memories of my people- have been dwindled to nothing.
I must take action.
I need to put paid to the lalafell at once.
She is no better than her goddess. Her awful… Sav…
W-what am I saying? Who, now?
The Lalafell. Right. Right…
I will raise my sword, and strike her down. With the Warrior of Darkness dead, I will finaly save the… the princess…
Wait. who is the princess? Were they a princess?
Yes… yes! That is correct. They are a princess, one with a heart of both a prince and a princess. They will see that everything I did was for them.
Soon.
Soon. Everything will be made right.
= = =
I float in the aetherial sea, my memories returned to me after I relinquished my mortal soul. And I only wish I could fade to nothing faster out of sheer embarasment for my acts.
When was it that I should have stopped?
Could I have stopped? Was I doomed from the start?
Well… It is all academic anyway. Of no intrest to the dead.
Dearest Yujo. I am sorry for everything. For my desires to see your end and for everything else.
Please, I beg you.
Deliver the star- and all its reflections- from of their woes, for the sake of every-
…
I feel a presense here.
I turn, for a value of shuch in this theoretical plane, and see Them.
Their blonde hair, freckles and eyes a blue as aether.
Impossible.
I can feel my throat close up as a thousand, thousand lifetimes of grief comes spilling out.
The Absolutely Peachey Keen Cactaur Conductor vs the Lillikin of Light (Or is it Darkness?)
Day 26 - Zip
Shadowbringers (5.0) - Shadowbringers
Character spoilers for World of Final Fantasy, of all things
Another Time, Another Place
The arid sands of this new world fill my… Well... not my nostrils, I don't have those… however we sort smell things as I behold it's brick coloured magesty. In my Fifty-odd years of conducting I had never- well ok I had seen places like this quite a few times before, but would it be fair to this place to judge it on all the others has never seen?
And clearly suffered some sort of calamity.
Maybe even quite a few.
But that is not important! To me anyway. For I am the Suculentious, Studatious (and not at all Salacious) Cactaur Conductor! And, though cosmos spanning shinanigins that I am not at legal liberty to divolge, I am setting up the railway on The First.
You might be thinking, "But why?" but, I pose to you, dear reader, why NOT?
… What's a Y'shtola?
Anyway, your absolutly peachey-keen Cactor Conductor will-
= = =
"So that's the monster?"
Ryne nodded to Yujo as they looked on from their vantage point.
"It looks like a normal cactaur to me… That all sort of babble like that."
"They do?"
Yujo turned around to her Hume companion. "Oh… oh so it's 'actually' talking. Like, "in common", talking. That… That's not normal cactaur behaviour. Not that wearing a hat is normal behaviour for monsters."
Ryne simply aquessed to the lalafell's expertiese on the matter.
"Well, It's not doing anything wrong, so I suppose I'll just take a look and-"
= = =
"And do what, exactly, tiny Lillikin girl?" I ask the lillikin that stood before me. Slightly wierdly proportioned thing. Looked more like a sack of popotoes than the more cubioud head shaped lilikin that I know.
Both the lilikin and the tiny jiant girl jumped backwards, screaming like…Well… litle (and jiant) girls.
"When did?!" the lilikin asked, clutching her chest from the fright.
"It was just over there a moment ago!"
I let out a laugh. "You have just been witness to one of my many fantastic abilities, jiant girl! Conducting is but one of my many peachey-keen fascets!"
I watched as the two girls exchanged confused looks.
"What on the star is…"
"Peachy-keen?"
There's exactly no appreciation for the common slang of yester-year.
The lilikin is the first to recover. "Doesn't matter. You're here so you can explain yourself. What are you doing messing around with Twine's railway?"
Oh, are they on to me? Oh, that could be bad. The lady was kind of insistant that I didn't talk about that sort of thing to the locals.
I give them the most serious face I can muster. "I'm sorry, I can't divolge that information."
The lilikin had a look that kind of reminds me of that Reynn girl at her most zipped.
"Oh I don't no time for this." she said as she took up a fighting pose and lauched towards me.
"Zip!"
I hear her utter something in confusion before she takes another lunge at me.
"Zip-Zip!"
She stumbles a little. Her jiant companion asking if she was alright only seemed to make her even more zipped and even more like Reynn.
I wonder…
I let out a suculant laugh. "Ahaha! No one has ever catched me in my fifty years of Cactauring! Well, once, exactly once. I have been caught exactly once."
"It's gonna be twice when I get my hands on-!"
"Nope! Zip!"
= = =
Yujo growled in frustration as the cactaur dodged her as if it vanished the instant her fist would have made contact. It was like nothing she had ever fought before.
"Stand still and let me-"
"Not happening, zip!"
She twisted as she tried to keep her footing before a childish scream of frustration filled the Ahm Areg air.
= = =
Oh this is too easy. Tones of fun though. Nothing like giving the locals a good heart stoper and then giving them the run around.
Well, they'll get tired of this and surely walk off so with a few more dodges I should- wait why is the lilikin glowing?
= = =
"Behold! The fan that sunders all! Limit Breaking Mystic Art of the Luminary! Fan Dango!" Yujo's form suddenly split into several indicical pieces and all launged at the Cactaur.
= = =
"Oh… bother." I uttered as I saw a gaggle of Lilikin all lunge for from every direction.
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Yujo and Thancred share a moment in the Eternal Calm whilst Yujo shows off a neat party trick.
"… Grapes from South Gridania. Infused with… hints of Coerthaian everwinter berry, I think."
Yujo slowly placed the glass back under the table, having taken a concentrated sniff of the wine and letting the flavors hit the back of her throat. Thancred had started to invte her to a regaulr meetup at the Rising Stones.
Thancred whilstled, impressed that the Warrior of Light got that right. "You're really good at this. Really, if the adventuring business dries up, you might have a future in being a wine sommelier."
"I'd have to taste the wine to do that." Yujo said, smiling the sad, lonely smile she had smilled a thousand times and more on her adventures. "And we both know that's probably not happening ever again."
"Ah." Thancred said, realising he had spoke out of turn. "Yes. I suppose that's right."
Yujo had once been what most would call a social drinker. She had drunk wine with Nu'aka plenty of times with meals on mana holy-days and even enjoyed the occasonal cold beer after a job well done in her earliest days of an adventuer.
That all changed the night of the banquet.
Every time she had tried to even so much as taste alchohol after that night, she was voilently sick.
It made her acutely aware that she was something of a third wheel at parties and social gatherings. The forgoing of alchohol was usually something that was reserved to men of the cloth, and only for the followers of certain sects on the star.
Yevonism itself didn't bar the practice. Its doctrine merly warned to not fall to adiction in the general sense.
There was also the matter of some potions requiring alchoholic materials for pain-killing porposes. Those were not spared her body's voilent reaction to the substance.
The reaction was an extreme and heavily set psychological response to the events of the night- quite possibly not helped by the concussion causing blow to the head Illberd gave her in respons to her her resisting being cast in iron- her psycologist back in Old Sharlian diaganosed.
Unfortuntely, curing it would require a frankly rediculous regimine of aversion avoidance theropy and, honestly, she was too busy for that and she could live the rest of her life without drinking anyway.
Also, being truthful with herself, after that night, she prefered it to be so.
She then smiled, genuinely. "Don't worry about it. I'm pretty happy with this trick as it is. Besides, it wouldn't do to deprive you the drink you bought.
"Right enough" Thancred laughed. "Though I am trying to mind myself on that front, now."
"Ryne?"
Thancred nodded with a smile.
Yujo smiled back. It had been a rough road for Thancred- for all of the scions, truth be told- and they had all had made mistakes getting to this point, but they had all become far more better people by the end of it.
A laugh came to her, "Could you have even have imagined we'd be here the first time we met?"
"Oh you mean after we saved Na- I mean Lady Lilira? Oh boy, do I feel really stupid for that one!" Thancred said with a laugh.
"A rose, you dork! What were you thinking!" Yujo jokeningly admonished him, slapping the table as she laughed.
"That you were of the persuation!" Thancred playfully shot back.
"Ah, well. You learned, didn't you?!"
The two laughed, sharing tales of daring do and hilarious disaster well into the night.
Day 23 - On Cloud Nine
Shadowbringers (5.3) - Reflections in Crystal
Shadowbringers Raid Series - Where I Belong
Soft Ryne and Gaia shinanigins.
With The Empty restored, and life on its way to flurishing on the once light-blighted star, Ryne and Gaia finally have a moment to just be a couple of teenagers and enjoy some Coffee, Biscuits and, well, Coffee Biscuits.
In the weeks that followed both the confirmed felling of the last cardinal virtue and the empty's restoration to habitable land, a change had begun to take place in the general populace. One such instance of this was the fact that the children of land had begun to socialise, and dream of lives beyond the desperate struggle against an inevitaible and painfull death that had marked the last centry of the star's history.
This also meant that businesses were adapting to the demands of youth culture. This included The Leaky Keel making the most of the daylight hours to serve more youth aproperate drinks and meals.
Two such youths were Ryne Waters and Gaia who were taking a break from their respective duties, both in studying and in perparing for the festival that had been in the plans even before restoration of the Empty was finished.
Gaia, for her part, took the cup of coffee to her nose and allowed the arouma of the drink- made from beans imported from Eulmore- to take her out of the moment.
Partly because that moment was spent by Ryne sighing very loudly.
Dragged back to reality by the haggared sigh, Gaia could only look in sympathy for the Oracle of Light.
"Long night of it?"
Ryne leaned back on her chair. "Oh, like you wouldn't believe! Sometimes it feels like herding torama cats with the other committie members. Especilally that Seifer jerk!"
Gaia hummed, wanting to know more.
In an impressive bit of agrovated manouvering, Ryne took a coffee biscuit and took an impressively large bite out of it.
"I don't-" she stopped to swallow the current infused biscuit, "I don't care that his father is a big shot in Eulmore. If he speaks out of line or gets his flunkies to back him up one more time, I'm going to take that beanie of his and pull it right down his face!"
The name was fimilar to Gaia but for the life of her she couldn't put a face to it. There was a lot about her past life in Eulmore that she couldn't remember thanks to Mitron's influnace. It had been quite the sorce of frustration.
But that was then and this was now. And she was enjoying the now where Ryne was just venting her frustrations. It was cute. Sort of like, aproperatly enough, a torama kitten that was meowing out of frustration for reasons beyond the ken of man.
That wasn't to say it was all her taking in Ryne's woes in organisation.
"But enough about my rotten luck. Hows things going with Lyna?"
Gaia looked at bit put out. In order to make herself useful, she had joined The Crysterium's guard. She hadn't ment to out herself as anyone special, given how that went the last time, and given the fact that monster- and, more pressingly, sin eater- attacks were starting to dwindle. But no, a big old monster rolled up, nearly flattened Lance-Corperal Lyna who was only spared her fate via vigerous application of Gaia's hammer to the monster's forehead.
That made it twice that thing had embarassed her.
So now Lyna had taken her under her wing to train.
And she was not a soft hand.
"I genuinly don't know how the Exarch raised that woman but I have questions about his partenting style" she scoffed angerly. "She's a complete battle axe!"
Ryne tilted her head. "I thought she was trained in dancing artes."
"I- sch!" Gaia splutered, caught off guard before she shook her head. "You know what I mean!"
A smile crossed Ryne's face. As embarassed as she was, Gaia knew that the Oracle of Light found it adorable when she got flustered so that sort of teasing comedy act had become a frequent thing.
Not that she mind.
Oh no, far from it.
The two took a sip of their cofee and felt the heat warm them up. There would be trails, tribulations, and probably some reality shattering disaster being stopped by three foot of drawf that they would have so get themselves involved with in the future but, for now, the two oracles of The First were simply on cloud nine.
On a quiet mana holy-day, Yujo visits some friends for the first time since she returned from the edge of the universe.
"Hey Guys."
Yujo stood in front of a grid of graves- each one etched with a name of a victim of the waking sands masacare- and prayed in her traditional yevonite prayer as the sounds of camp drybone buzzed in the distance.
"So. You might have wondered where I vanished to, but could you belive I was in space of all places?"
This was a ritual that Yujo had started around the time Ala Mhigo and Doma won their indipendnce back from Garlemald. Being surrounded by such carnage and having been half a yalm from away from dying several times by that point, had an effect on the lalafell.
What she would do on the last mana holy-day of the moon was go to the Church of Saint Adama Landama and tend to the lichyard. Lliud had insisted she be paid for her services but she naturally refused. Part of it was that she didn't feel right taking money for doing something she was doing out of the good of her heart- this something in particular, rather- and the other was the fact that it offered her a chance to talk to the friends that were intered or, for a lack of actual remains, had a headstone placed in their memory.
She would often spend the time tending to the masacare victim's graves speaking of her adventures and tales of daring do. This time, the first since she had been discharged from her recovery from her final fight with Zenos, she had taken to speaking of the adventure she and the surviving scions had in the deeps of space.
The time flew by as she told of the sprits of dragons, creatures that had become importal but grasped desperately for a chance to die, robo-men who were lead to entropy by a leader who found their mission unconciable and, at the summit of all things, a scared little girl who had to face the darkness of the universe alone.
Satisfied that she had said her piece, she clapped her hands, said her goodbyes to her long gone friends, and laid flowers at the grave markers before she made her way to another gravestone.
= = =
"I… nearly died. Again."
Yujo said looking at the ground like a child that had admitted to breaking something of great import of their parents in front of the headstone in front of her.
On it was etched "Minfilia Warde", the once leader of the Scions of The Seventh Dawn.
Much like with the victims of the masacare. Yujo talked about her tales to Minfilia. But, whilst her recounting of her adventures to them was akin to spinning tales in a bar, talking to Minfilia was akin to talking to a mother figgure.
She was only 27 when she was taken into the lifestream. To be charitable to her- to say nothing about how the time dilation between Eytheris' shards worked- that would have made her 30 when she "died" by becoming one with Ryne, the Minfilia of the first.
Only by the stoping of one's clock had Yujo- who had first met her at the age of 20 and was now 26, her nameday having been only a few weeks prior- catched up to her in that regard.
And there were many moments, far far too many moments, that Yujo came far too close to never having that chance.
For a little while the only thing to be heard was Chocomate scratching his feet on the ground.
"I am not proud to admit it, but Zenos got his way in the end. Probably didn't mean to, ether. He… He just didn't get it."
She shook her head. "He could probably eventualy come to understand, but all I could see was the infinite void of the henious deeds there were to come- lands and people, split and spoiled by his hand- when he spoke his nonsense." she looked up to the sky.
"And I blinked. I gave him his fight. I genuinly wonder. If we were on opposite ends and you stood there at the edge of all creation. Would you have been able to abide by him?"
She shook her head. "No. No, that's stupid. He had done so many awful things by that point. To the lands he ruled. To the people he subjigated. T-To Fordola and Yotsuyu…"
Memories of her first time in Garlemald intruded on her like a waking nightmare She wrapped her arms around her body, and held on tightly.
"… to me …"
That time where Zenos had put his soul into her body still haunted her. It festered like a deep scar in her psyche. She knew it had part to do with why she gave Zenos his final fight but she was far too ashamed to admit that personal vengence had anything to do with it.
"I…" she felt her throat tense up. "… I can't go back to where I went to with him. I was lucky. Far too lucky. If I ever go back to that place within me ever again, I don't think I would be able to come back from it."
She closed her eyes. "So, I need to change. So I don't allow myself to follow that… man… into his abyss."
She closed her eyes, tears began to stream down her face.
"I knew we did you proud. Minfilia. I… I just wish you, Papamylo and everyone else who isn't here to see what we made of the star that you left us could see it."
Chocomate looked on, silently watching over Yujo as she wept.
Eventually she wiped her face with the side of her arm and smiled even as the tears made a mess of her face. "I… I'm sorry. I'll get through one of these without crying like the sadsack of popotos I am one day…" she said as she put the flowers on the grave and said that she would see her again.
"Come on, 'mate" she said as she saddled up and patted his side. "Let go."
With a flap the chocobo took flight heavensward, and to the last grave Yujo had to tend to.
= = =
"Hi, Haurchefant." she said as she aproached the marker that bore her friend's name and laid the flower down at it's feet, carefuly placing it under the sheld so the fridiged winds of Coerthas wouldn't blow it away.
She tried to think about what to even say infront of him.
Then she could only laugh.
"Nearly died again." she said, smiling. "You're probably just at the point where you find it funny whenever it happens. 'Oh there she goes again, jumping right into the maw of godsknow whatever horror beyond the kin of men' " she laughed, imating his posturing.
"I know your shield is here, but sometimes it realy does feel like you're just behind me, ready to protect me when I most need it. And I really apreciate that, Haurchefant. I truely do."
She let out a silly little laugh. "It's funny. I know my heart doesn't work like other peoples- I love so many people of this land as if they're family- but there was never that need to be with one person. I have to confess. If my heart did work like that. I think that I would have wanted to be with you."
She smiled. "I will never forget how you saved me- and Alph and Tataru- when we were at our most desperate. How, inspite of every risk inherent to it, your father welcomed us with open arms. I need to visit him on the way back home and see how he's doing."
"But, before that, I have a favor to ask." she said before she put her hands behind her head to undo the knot of her bandana. She then tied it through the hole of Haurchefant's shield.
"I want to become someone new in this star of eternal calm that we have made and I want to do it not with the weight of my past on my head but with the love of the friends I made in my heart. So, please, hold onto this."
She closed her eyes and then nodded.
"And, If I could be as selfish as to ask, could you wait for me in the farplane, Haurchefant? When I am old, and I have no more adventures left in me. I want to go on one last adventure with you, for old times' sake."
Her hair now flapping from being let lose from the bandana. Yujo smiled and turned around to visit Count Fortemps on her way home to the snow filled land she had come to call home.
a quick wol question for yall while I'm thinking about it
what are/were your wol/oc's parents like?
and this goes for biological AND adoptive parents! how old are they and where are they from? how did they meet? does your wol/oc get along with them? how did they affect who your wol/oc became?
Yujo's mother, Rorose Rose (lalafell, 56 ao 6.1), is a Lalafell woman with dark blue hair and wears glasses. She is a priestess of Yevonism (worshiping the pristess Yunalesca, who spiran legends said defeated the first primal, Sin) and had been training Yujo in the cloth untill she ran away to become an adventurer to fund the restoration of Spira.
Since the calamity, the two did not get on well as a result of a tagic loss in the form of Yujo's chocobo friend, Bokko, who sheilded Yujo during the disaster. However, since she left, she prayed for her daughter's saftey.
When she heard of her achievements she sent Yujo her pristess outfit pressed into a glamour plate. She now writes to her frequently.
Her father, Rarahem Frehem, (lalafell, 39, died 6AE 1564) was a loving father and husband. A tinkerer by trade. He mysteriously vanished around the time Yujo gained the echo (aged 5) and fell ill from being overwhelmed.
The only reason Rorose had to believe he was ok was regular letters with money.
Two years later, Yujo had an echo vison of her father on a death bed in Ul'dah as he was suffering from Golden Lung, a disease which causes the lungs to slowly be clogged. His last words was his regret for keeping away from Rorose and Yujo.
She spoke of this to her mother, who dismissed it as flight of fancy until she got a letter confirming Rarahem's demise. It was this, as well as signs of Fauna-Tounge (ie; "speaking" with monsters and animals) that convinced Rorose to train Yujo as a priestess.
There is also Nu'aka Pharo, the Viera adventurer who taught her a lot of her adventuring skills, but his is a story for another time.
Day 21 - Shade
Shaowbringers (5.0) - The Oracle of Light
Concepts from Endwalker (6.0) - The Martyr
"A hearld of the light is no more. Slain, consumed, and contained by Hydalin's chosen. Emet-Selch, go to The First, and ensure that the rejoining is not halted any further."
Emet-Selch sighed as he sat on a balcony overlooking the main plaza of The Crystarium. He had hoped to have had the sweet nothiness of death's sweet rest for a lot longer than three short years. But, alas, the child demanded its succor and he- whilst not to the degree that a beastman or turned spoken man would be- was under the thrall of the owner of the child. Their fabricated god of darkness, Zodiark, so he didn't have much the say on the matter.
In many ways, the way he was enthralled to his primal god was lesser to that of the half-made ones. At least under that sort of marking, the victim had the blessing, and bliss, of being atuned to the false idol's aetheric signal.
In his case, it was more an annoying buzzing in his ear. A long tone that never ended bar in the quiet of death.
Really, he wasn't quite sure why any of the half-made men was so afraid of it.
It ceratinly held advantage over the waking world with its infinite failings.
He was only here for one thing, to put an end to The Warrior of Light and let things continue in The First unabited. Yes, it was a slightly diffrent plan to the one that he had set up in Garlamald- giving his regretable grandson the chemical weapon that would throw the rejoined star into shock and thus have it consume The First (And, most importantly, empower Zodiark once more) to survive- but it was a plan he could execute imediately.
Something that had become more of a priority in recent times.
The boy's thoughts were slipping. Man was not ment to be alive for eons, and yet Elidibus, the heart of Zodiark, did not dain to even sleep. He had seen this in Lahabreha and Nabrialis and, even back in the days of paradise and freedom from death's ineviatble grasp, man's mind would slip if they dained to not return to the planet after the twilight of their years.
And the boy was almost ceratinly at the brink.
If allowed, Zodiark would lose its heart and become a wild beast, wildly controlled in only the losest sense by the infinite number of souls that made its being. Even worse, someone- someone not aligned with the goal of reviving paradise- could become the heart of Zodiark and that would be no less than extinction to the plan of countless eons.
So the plan was to simply assisinate The Warrior of Light and be done with it. It would be as simple as pointing his fingers and letting the mental trigger go.
One more half-made body on the floor in exchange for his entire world and its people.
It was an entirely reasonable trade.
He sat on his balcony and watched as he saw the Warrior of Light, acompanied by two elezen children, returning from Holminster. Standing up from his vantage point, he watched as they chatted amoungst each other. It was a lot of effort to not let himself be taken in by the sight, to watch these half-men play out such comadery he and his fellow anchents would display to each other.
To remember the better days.
With Him.
Then he noticed it, the bright light in amoungst The party.
That, he reasoned, was The Warrior of Light. Their soul shining from the light that they had so thoughtlessly consumed. Really what he was doing was a mercy, he thoguht to himself as he held his hand out and shaped out a gun with his gloved finger like the stageplay loving fool he was.
One shot and they'd be inexplicably dead on the ground.
He felt the emence pool of dark aether pool around his finger. Reading himself for the moment he could let go and end the fool's life.
Then he noticed something about the colour of The Warrior of Light's soul.
And then he stopped.
"That… That can't be right." Emet-Selch thought outloud as he took a more concentrated look at the colour of The Warrior of Light's soul. Bright blue. A blue that outshone the brightest blue of a clear morning.
His mind was flooded with memories. Memories that he had hoped were burried deep within his soul. A figgure- feminine, with long blonde hair, a freckle marked face and aether blue eyes- the focusing point of the memories.
When he had rechened himself way from those memories, he finaly had his first proper look at the Warrior of Light.
A lalafell woman with long blonde hair, a face marked in freckles, and aether blue eyes.
Emet-Selch looked at the sight for longer than any man would find comfortable and then, felt a sickly laugh begin to bubble in his stomach. Then he vomited a long, pained and seemingly unending laugh. Which only ended after the Warrior of Light and their party had left.
Almost instantly, Emet-Selch's plan changed and he came up with a new thought.
If fighting the enemy wasn't going to work…
Why not attempt to reason with them?
Surely this time, Emet-Selch lied to himself, They would have to understand the nature of the problem and agree with him. To see that this end justified the means.
With that thought wrenching itself in his mind, Emet-Selch vanished, to make preperations for his parly with the Warrior of Light.
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Day 20 - Duel
7th Astral Era (2.3) - Guardian of Eoreza
CW - Symptoms of Depression, Panic
Yujo looked at the sight of Hoary Boulder, a red mopped Hellsguard Roegadyn swordsman, preparing himself to duel her and could only sigh mentally.
Why was she doing this, of all things, and with Hoary, of all people?
"You can do it, Mister Boulder!"
Hoary turned around and waved back to the doma girl, Koharu who was waving after him.
"No way! Yujo's gonna get him, and good!"
Koharu turned around to give the boy, another doma refugee, Yozan the standard dirty look young children gave each other when they disagreed on something.
That was right, this was to teach the doma regugee kids what it took to be an adventurer.
Which was fine and all, nothing wrong with that. Hells, Yujo thought, given how bad they had it, some levity wouldn't go amiss.
Sure, she thought, feeling her face twitch as she took stock; The leaders would faff around and get nothing done as the beastmen summoned the primals and she would have to clean up after them and then Garlemald will probably attack- and that was only if Ul'dah didn't erupt into cival war from the fact that the moniterists were all a bunch of common thugs with money to their name- and-
She hadn't noticed that she had been breathing hard when she heard Hoary's friend, and stuck-fast partner in crime, Coultenet Dailebaure, a stick like Elezen man, call after her.
Snapping back to reality Yujo blinked, "Uh, yeah?"
"The first round is just going to be between you and Hoary, is that Okay?"
Yujo nodded. It would have been fine ether way but Hoary insisted on the first round being his alone and she wasn't the sort to not oblige someone's request when asked.
Got rather good at saying yes over the last six months.
Mayhap, a tiny little voice in her head thought, a little too good.
Thancred looked at the too and nodded. "Right, if everyone's ready I'll start things off on the count of three."
He raised his hand, "One!"
Hoary raised his sword, "Day and Night I have honed my skills. Now comes the time to test them."
"Two!"
Yujo readyied herself, taking on the stance of the coeurel. "Come at me with everything you've got, Hoary. I'm not going to hold anything back!"
Thancred threw his hand down. "Three!"
Like a gun exploding out of the barrel, Yujo pushed the aether in her right foot into the ground and sent herself flying towards Hoary. With the momentum of the motion, she pulled back and with expert timing, struck his plated gut with a stright punch.
Horary's eyes bulged as the shot connected to his stomach.
She couldn't help but feel a little guilty as she heard the roegadyn moan as he grabbed his gut in the place where he was stuck.
"U…uh, P-Pouncing Leap Fuh-Fist of the Coeurl; S-snap punch." Yujo said, akwardwardly and feeling like a right bastard as she anounced her arte.
"Ugh!" Hoary gasped. "Such power! The Tales about you barely do you justice!"
So Yujo had heard.
Much to her embarassment.
"Mister Boulder won't lose, will he?" Koharu said, her voice clearly shakey as she recoiled from seeing the hit.
"No way, it's not over yet. It can't be!"
Hearing the other doma child take Hoary's side in the fight made Yujo pause a little mentally. Something was wrong with all this. But what?
"Aye, the children have the right of it."
Hoary turned his head to see his partner making his satement as he pulled out his wand and lifted it skyward. "'Tis time I joined the fray." He took on the pose befitting someone using the magic artes. With a small shout, the area flooded with aether, most of which folowed into Hoary. "Back on your feet, my friend!"
"Right! Sorry for the wait, Yujo. Take this!"
Reinvigerated, Hoary waisted no time in using his renewed sence of energy to take his sword and swipe at the lalafell.
Of course, sensing the attack and then dodging were like breathing to Yujo. But only she knew that. With plenty of time to spare, she backfliped away and took the stance of the raptor.
"Time for our famous dual tech, Coult!"
"Right you are, Hoary!"
Hoary took stance and began to charge. Yujo could see the aether around him take on the orange shade of danger that she had been well accustomed to at this point. Her only chance was to hit him with Twin Snakes, which would take him off balance. Using the second lot of aether on her feet, from her left hand foot this time, Yujo made a shot for him only to feel like lightning had struck her, stopping her cold as she felt the electicity pulse through her.
"You're not getting a second hit on him, Yujo!" Coultenet declaired as he readied his next attack.
Realising that the caster was probably the weaker of the two, Yujo quickly changed targets and started running towards the Wizard. She only got half way there when the residual electricity caused her body to sieze up, causing her to stumble.
"Hoary! Now's your chance!"
Yujo had only started to get back up when she realised that the orange field was right on her feet.
"Oh, sh-" was all she managed to utter before Horary rushed towards her, sheld in frount and tackled her with it, sending her rolling away.
As she laid on the ground, she could hear Thancred mutter something to the effect of, "Well, that might be it", to Yda.
She desperately tried to get back up, the crackling of energy still affecting her nervous system. She punched the ground. She wasn't finished. She wasn't!
'Get up.'
Slowly she got back up.
'You can not. Will 'not'. Lose.'
The colour from her face drained as she stood back up and regained her sense of ballance.
'You are the only one strong enough. You are the only one who can protect this land.'
Her ki- her aether, rather- felt like it was burning as it extended out from her. She could feel all of the chakra gates rip open.
'If you don't…'
As she stood up the energy began to well within her.
'You die.'
As the fifth and final gate opened, Yujo screamed out in sheer thrall to the energy.
'Then, everyone else. Dies.'
Still screaming, Yujo pushed the aether in both her feet out and sprung foreward in an attempt to fly out towards Coultenet.
"I'm ready for you. Miss Palms!" Coultenet said as he slammed his staff on the ground, causing the ground to shake and to attempt to catch Yujo in the gravity of his second spell.
Only this time, Yujo jumped stright up.
Both of Yujo's opponets could only register a confued "Huh?" before Yujo called out her next arte and pulled her hands back.
"Aether Explosion Fist of the Destroyer! Behold! The Forbidden Chakra!"
She pointed with her left hand at the ground beneeth her which beegan to glow like it had just caught on fire, before she threw her right fist down and shot a blast of aether into the ground, causing the ground to erupt in a gyzer of aether.
Everyone shielded their eyes from the brought light, Coultenet included. He groaned as he waved his staff inefectually. "Horary! Can you see anything? Where is she?"
"Right here."
Yujo was standing right behind the blinded elezen. She had had just enough aether in her feet for a second fast-step.
With a snap, Yujo threw her hand foreward, causing a vacum of air to first drag Coultenet back and then send him foreward to the ground with a thud and a exclaimation.
That was enoguh to render Coultenet unable to continue. "I… I admit defeat…" he said, strugging to get back up. "It. It was a privlage." he said as the last of his energy gave way and he landed back on the ground with a groan.
Hoary was still kneeling on the ground, recovering from the flash of Yujo's Chakra-based arte.
"Oh No! Mr Boulder looks hurt!" Koharu said with genuine worry in her voice.
"Ms. Palms is so strong… But you can't give up, Mr Boulder!"
That bit of encouragement got Hoary back on his feet. He gasped through his exhaustioun. "They're right. I can't give up. I said I'd give it my all. So here's my all! No surrender in the face of the insermountable Enemy. This is the way of the Warrior of Light! This is for you, Coult!" he shouted, as if Coultenet was dead (the latter, whilst still half-concious could only give his companion a look of annoyance at the implicaiton), and raised his shield up and let himself be washed in his aether.
Wanting to end this quickly, Yujo tried to throw a punch but could only squeek in suprise as she and the punch bounced off Hoary.
Almost shocked that it worked, Hoary laughed as he rushed in to swipe at Yujo who responded in turn. Caught up in the heat of battle, both Hoary and Yujo furiously swapped blows; a fist for a sword, a cut for a smash. Both caught up in the fevor of battle and not aware that the arte that Hoary had used to put his barrier had already started to wane, leaving him open to a pummeling from the lalafell.
Yujo screamed as she administered the final blow, or, to be more accurate, the numerous final blows that were thrown at speed at the still battle-blind roegadyn.
Hoary's laugh slowly disapated.
Then Yujo jumped back.
Hoary stood, his face brused and slightly worse for wear for the direct strikes Yujo had thrown at it. Then he dropped his sword, "I… I conceed…", and fell to the ground on his back.
The croud that had gathered fell silent as Yujo felt her own energy waver and she wobbled on her feet.
Then, they exploded into cheers.
"That was incredible!" Yozan shouted out, his fist pumped in the air with pure boyish enthusiasm. "Yujo beat them both at the same time!"
Then the others in the croud added their comments.
"Of course Yujo Palms didn't lose. No one can beat the Guardian of Eorzea!"
"Now I see why she when primals strike, they send her. I've got such a hill to climb to be even half the adventurer as she is!"
Yujo was still mentaly out of it as the two doma kids walked to talk to talk to Hoary and Coultenet, both very excited and commiseratory to their teacher and his friend.
Then the sound of clapping caught her attention, making her turn around to see it was Alphinaud clapping for her.
But why? Why was he clapping for her? She just did what she always did. She fought, and then the other guy fell over.
Was this fun?
Was it ever fun?
She looked at the Elezen teen who seemed to be ignorant of this sense of wrong that plauged everything, who was smiling as he clapped.
"Guardian of Eoreza. Such a fiting title for someone with such hard-won strenth such as you."
"Um… Thank you." Yujo said, her voice quiet.
He laughed, "And so modest too!". He then coughed his laugh clear. "Yujo, there's something I'd like to discuss with you back at The Rising Stones. It's about what I think we should do next."
Yujo looked at him, her head tilted.
But then she realised that she was going to say yes to whatever it was, anyway.
She had been getting good at doing that.
Too godsdamned good.
"Sure."
The smile on Alphinaud's face made it clear that he was almost bursting at the seam to tell the lalafell his plan but he held his composure as he practically spun on his feet to turn around and make his way back to the Scion's new headquarters.
Yujo looked on as he practicaly floated on air, then turned to see Hoary on the ground laughing with Coultenet and the doma kids, then finally looked at her small, scratch blighted, hands.
Day 19 - Taken
The Wake of Dalamund (After Meteor, Pre ARR)
CW - Attempted Kidnapping
Yuyujo Yujo, 17 as of the start of this tale which takes place in 7UE 0002, was one of the first people off the boat. It had only taken a couple of hours since she had embarkd at Kilika Port but now that she had made land in Eoreza propeor- Limsa Lominsa in particular- she was ready to get down to business, become an adventurer, and prove herself to her mother that this whole plan of hers would work.
What she couldn't have prepared herself for was the looks she was getting for her clothes. A typical spiran affair for children and lalafell that was typical for the tropical climeate of the archapeligo; a white vest top, golden bracelets, and puffy blue pantaloon-esc short-pants with a blue ankle bracelet on her right leg.
Well, whatever, not like Spira had ever crossed the minds of the average Eorezan anyway, Yuyujo thought to herself. If it had she wouldn't have needed to go throguh this whole business and Spira would have been back to the island pradise that it had been before the tusnami.
Maybe… even Bokko…
…
Yuyujo shook her head, and looked foreward. This wasn't the time for such thoughts. She needed to register with the adventuers guild and and actauly start her carrer. The only problem was Limsa Lominsa was something of a wierdly laid out town at the best of times but often, when it was teeming with adventuers, pirates, and the general populatce, it was a navigational nightmare.
Add to that the fact that Yuyujo- having no need to visit- had never been to Limsa and that just added to her woes.
'Well', she thoguht to herself, 'If I don't know where something is, I should just ask. Always worked back home.'
She walked to the first person who looked imporant and caught his attention.
"Mornin' brother! Do you know wher' 'he 'venturers guil' is?"
Adding to Yuyujo's woes was the fact that the spiran accent had a curious effect on Eorezen Common and, sometimes, made it hard to understand what the average spiran was saying.
The surly Rogadian that she had addessed gave the oddly dressed lalafell an distainful look, something Yuyujo in her excitement didn't notice.
"I'm not your brother, brat. And what the hell is a venture guild?"
Yuyujo, missing that she had been misunderstood, nodded. "You know? A 'venture guild? I wanna do som' 'ork 'n' go on 'ventures!"
A smirk crossed his face.
"Oh Sure, sure. I know 'exactly' where that is, what you want to do is go up thorugh the main plaza and…"
Yujojo followed the instructions towards the lower docks of Limsa. A less than reputable part of the port town of pirates. She followed the Rogadian's instructions to the letter, leading her past the convent houses of the Dutiful Sisters of the Edelweiss.
"Miss Yuyujo?"
She turned around to notice a band of men with the same general disposition as the Rogadian.
"Ya? Are you 'rom the 'ventures guil'?"
The leader of the group, a lanky huyr with a face that wasn't somuch as shaven as it had been randomly hacked at whilst black-out drunk smiled, entirely incinserly.
"Yes, we're a band of… helpers, here to point up and comin' 'venturers like yourself in the right direction."
Yuujo, believing the mis-shaven man, smiled and walked towards the group. "Thank ya, it's jus', 've nev'r been to Li'sa so-"
As she passed them by, a rag covered hand, that of a stocky lalafell man, was wrapped around her face and clamped over her mouth. She thrashed wildly as she was forced to take a breath, breathing in the pungent smell that was drapped across the cloth.
She pushed the lalafell off and threw herself back, only to feel her body become heavy.
"Wha'? Wha' di…?" she said, her world spinning and her legs refusing to keep stright.
The group of bragards laughed as they watched the lalafell struggle to keep upright.
"Well, we got a live one here, gents!"
"Nevermind that shagagan shagger, Madison. I say we keep this one for ourselves!"
The lot of them laughed as Yuyujo fought to stay on her legs, her instincts screaming at her that the moment she fainted it was all over.
The group advanced on her, ready to make good on their plans, not aware of the whilstling sound of an arrow heading their way. With a loud thunk the arrow landed in between the lalafell and the group.
They looked up (Yuyujo struggling to do so) to see a figgure standing, on top of one of the lampposts, arms crossed.
"It's bad enough you'd see fit to terrorise a newcomer to Limsa, but to do it so brazenly in front of the sister's house. You're both dumb AND stupid."
"Shite, not him!" the huyr shouted at the figgure only for him to leap from the lamppost and draw his bow. Before any of the bragards could respond. The figgure had fired a volly of arrows, hitting every last one of them with exception of the huyr.
The arrows had a smaller tip, designed to deliver a payload of serium instead of pierce the body to damage it. Before the hit biligrants could respond, they knelt over in pain, like something was ripping them from the inside, coughed up blood and promptly fell over.
The figgure landed infront of Yuyujo, revealing himself to be a dark skined, older man. The other thing that caught Yuyujo's adled attention was the fact that he had two large rabbit ears standing on top of his head.
"Ah… Ah bun…?"
"You long-eared bastard! You killed my men!"
The rabbit man looked at the huyr with a hard stare. "They'll be fine. They'll won't forget the pain of having their aether circulation jumpstarted by a small bit of wind aether any time soon, but they'll live to see the gaol."
"Asshole! You know weapons aren't allowed under the blue heaven provision."
"I'm pretty sure sleeping drugs for the use of kidnapping isn't allowed ether. I'll happly take my day in the brig if it means seeing you rot in Mordion."
The huyr drew his knife.
"I'll skin you alive, you freak!"
He dove for the rabbit man who simply sighed, "Never the easy way with you lot, huh?". He readied himself for the strike.
Screaming like a madman, the huyr threw himself towrds the rabbit man. He thrust with all the murderous intent that he could muster and scream out of his dirty mouth.
With all the elegance of a dancer, the Rabbit man dodged away from the strike, leaving the huyr only seconds to wonder how he missed before the rabbit man thrust himself foreard and delvered a devistating upercut that caught the huyr on his chin and caused one of his teeth to fly out of his mouth, an elegant stream of blood trailing after it.
"You… freak…" was all the huyr managed before he too, was flat on his worthless arse.
Yuyujo could finaly feel her legs giving out, uttering a small "'elp." before she too fell over. As her conciousness fadded, she felt herself being caught by the rabbit man. Her hearing could vaugely hear him say something like "careful" as her eyes fell shut.
= = =
Her instincts kicking in, Yuyujo screamed as she threw herself up, chucking the defenceless bed blanket onto the ground.
"Woah, Woah, there, Miss!"
Her eyes snapped open to see a lalafell man in a red suit and black coarsair hat standing at her bedside.
"Who… Wh're?"
"You're in the Mizzenmast Inn, you were brought here by us after the altercation you were caught up in."
Yuyujo took a moment to metaly catch up with what the lalafell had told her before she suddenly remembered the person who saved her.
"Oh! Th' bun?"
"Bun? … Oh you mean the Viera man. Right, yes, well. He, being the only person in the fight still concious, surrended and admitted to firing his weapon inside the harbour. He's currently serving his day in the brig for that. The other men? Well, they were…" the lalafell coughed "…people smugglers, I'm afraid."
"T'ey can s'uggle people?"
The lalafell looked down at his feet and bowed. "I am truely sory that this was your first expereince of Limsa Lominsa."
Yuyujo shook her head. For one thing this wasn't her first bad expereince of Limsa, and even if it was it wasn't the lalafell's fault.
"Forget 'out it. she said, somewhat dismissively before she another thoguht came to mind. "Act'ally, coul' you tel' th' bun that I s'id 'Thank ya'?"
The lalafell clicked his tounge, "Ah well, that's the thing. Nu'aka, That's his name by the way, actually asked for you before he went into the brig. I said I'd have to ask for your permission when you woke up before I'd allow that. Malestorm policey, 'mam."
The lalafell nodded. "Just as well, the Admerial herself was adament that you weren't to leave untill we could confirm the drugs you were forced to inhale have left your body."
"Ah."
"Simply put, you'll have the run of the Inn and we have hired a retainer if you need anything from the markets, but if we catch you wandering out the pub, we'll take you back." he said, a cheeky smile on his face.
Understanding, and prehaps needing the mental space to brethe, Yuyujo smiled back.
"'orry about t'is"
"Simply focus on recovering. Mr Nu'Aka will be here tomorrow so I would suggest you rest untill then."
With that, the red coated lalafell made his leave and left Yuyujo to stare at the cealing and contemplate the day she had had.
It was the first day of a new life and not one she had expected.
The bun, Nu'Aka, seemed like a seasoned adventuerer. She wondered, would he be able to help her?
As she stared into the cealing. She felt herself drift off to sleep for the first time since she had left Spira.
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