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Do you remember when I told you that I wanted to die and take everyone with me? I meant it.
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it takes off with a heavy buzz; wings beating away to lift the beetles form up and away from the warrior's extended hand. there's an evident disappointment that settles across once interested features, eyes flickering to watch a few idle companions of the insect flee the scene soon after it. they were such skittish things.
he wasn't blind to the reason they left. something -- or someone -- else was nearby and they no longer felt safe to stay as they were. which meant dar'khol had no reason to remain where he was if his point of interest was airborne and out of sight. however, his own curiosity had been piqued. the feeling of eyes on his back was never pleasant.
a shift of weight; axe returned to its place upon his back once more. turning from his little alcove the warrior would make his way through the forest, following the path previously taken to get here. the want to know what had disturbed the moment prior would be met with an answer before long.
dual-toned eyes are met with a dark-clad figure, something that caused them to squint -- as if to focus further. his own footsteps had begun to slow, boots planted against the forest floor with one last, stilled step. the fur along a stiffened tail began to bristle, a tension seizing every inch of him.
familiarity where he wished there wasn't. was it rage, or uncertainty that arose first? perhaps a pang of guilt for what could have been.
the face was enough to trigger the sound of tightening leather as fingers curled, deeply, into the palms of each hand. that face was enough to earn a hesitant glare, the voice that followed earning a partial, downward tilt of the head.
"displeasure is a tame way of wordin' it. ya also went and took the question right outta my mouth -- the dead don't seem to like stayin' as such, do they?"
but you never were given quite what you wanted, were you?
There was a degree of hostility present that had been sorely lacking from his final encounter with Eorzea's champion. Their final, parting words still rung clear in his mind, as much as he wished that it didn't. But the sentiments they'd shared at the moment of his defeat were not at all present in this man's eyes. Which once again begged the question as to who he really was. A question that, admittedly, was foolish. There was no mistaking that Aether.
â Would that I could say the same of you lot. â
Despite the anger visible in his gaze, it wasn't enough. Nowhere near the resentment one would feel towards someone who'd committed the terrible deeds Fandaniel had set out to commit. And that alone was enough to tell him what had become of his grand designs. His final ambition.
He'd failed, hadn't he? Creation yet persisted. Had it not, he doubted that they would even bother exchanging words with one another. The anger visible in the warrior's eyes was not that of a person who'd lost everything. And as maddening as that revelation was, he just. Didn't feel anything. So close to frustration, but it just subsided into nothing.
Denied not only the death he so fervently sought, but the victory he so desperately wished to achieve. Even if uncertainty had plagued him all throughout, he at least hoped to have accomplished something.
â I suppose someone saw fit to remind me of my failures. A constant, never-ending reminder, at that. How very kind of them. â
Some familiar faces from home were. Bittersweet to see. A lalafell is adored, just by heart, the rest are loved as well, but... The Ancients, and to a lesser extent, the Ascians, were the only people Webeta Snabeta despised. Whatever small part of their soul was that wretched Azem, they ignored it until it was the only tool they had.
Felt wrong to do, considering their personal feelings on being made into a weapon, but... people were allowed to be complex like that. If that was complex.
Fandaniel was one of the two Ancients that Webeta liked, though.
"Hey there lil' buddy! Turn that frown upside-down, Fandaniel!" They did a playful gesture of some lively punches, aimed up at the cloaked freak. "You've got me to deal with now! So, been here long?"
This was it, wasn't it? His own personal hell. Subjected to the company of buffoons he simultaneously wanted to throttle to death, yet had little to no interest in killing. After all, what would that accomplish at this point? Nothing. Which seemed to be an all too common theme in his miserable existence. He shows no visible reaction to the colorful little ball of energy's antics. Though the groan that leaves his mouth is more than audible.
â I will frown to my heart's content, thank you very much. And however long I've been trapped in this godsforsaken prison is no business of yours. Now what do you want? Surely you didn't truly think to make a friend out of me. â
The parting words of the Warrior of Light still rung clear in his mind. And, as frustrating as it was, he truly could believe that they would actually still try to extending a helping hand towards him.
You can barely recall how it started, but it's been one of those days when your nerves are grated raw and all you want is an uneventful walk home where you can let the steam out of the kettle in peace.
A child crying is the last thing you want to hearâ it stabs its way out of the relative quiet and right through your eardrums. You feel something starting to crack, and before you can stop yourself you're slowly closing in and slinging venom.
You can't say you care about avenging the kid. Something about this stranger who seems determined to be a walking nebula of atrophy and ill will and the fact of his looming presence not far from your place of residence is pissing you off the more you think about it.
You're not big on the close proximity.
"Y'know. If you really want to hang around looking like the haunted house drapery of centuries past I can point out better places for you to do it. But not here. Are you listening to me?"
If only he didn't have to listen to them. What sets her apart from some of the other fools who insisted on approaching him was that she seemed almost as uninterested in engaging with him as he was with literally everyone here. Not uninterested enough, clearly. But if spending a few seconds, or however long it takes to be rid of her, will lessen the chances of him being subjected to this torture, then so be it.
â Fine. Since you lot seem so incapable of minding your own business, I'll concede. Where exactly can I be left to my own thoughts in this damnable place? â
The robed figure wasn't even trying to hide how displeased he was to even be around her. But the feeling was clearly mutual. At least she had more sense than the rest of these fools in that regard.
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The Theater of Calliope. How ironic that he of all people found himself in a theater of all places. Thankfully, no performances were taking place at that moment in time, though who knew when that might change. He was the lone figure visible among the countless rows of seats facing the empty stage.
And there, he couldn't help but see the fool who'd played his part to the very end. All the way to what he believed was a satisfying conclusion. A conclusion he'd been forbidden to see with his own eyes. Maybe that was why that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach refused to go away. A number of meetings had cast doubt as to the fate of that wretched Star. Which, in essence, had meant that everything he'd worked for was rendered pointless.
Even then, no emotion stirred within him. Nothing beyond bitter disappointment and lethargy.
â Is this all the tale of the damnable Fandaniel amounted to? Denied even the satisfaction that all I had worked to bring forth had come to pass. I can only imagine how pleased you are with your vaunted champion, Hydaelyn. â
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â Whatever it is you want, I do not have it. Whatever it is you wish to know, I have no answers. You would do well to take your business elsewhere. â
He'd already been reduced to have to speak to these wretches to make his feelings known. Simply avoiding these fools had proven to be a fruitless effort, however. So if this was the best way to to get the point across, then so be it.
That should have been the end of it. If he didn't feel it again. That all too frustrating sense of familiarity. When he turns his gaze towards the latest annoyance to have approached him, he.. Was forced to cast his gaze downward. A Lalafell. And once again, someone who was a complete stranger to him, much like the other. He would have laughed at the absurdity of it all. If he found it at all amusing.
â I can't help but feel as though this is some sort of sick joke. â
@innerbeast
The long search for a location to be rid of prying eyes had led him towards the Cotes Ward. More specifically, his trek had carried him all the way to a decently sized forest. The perfect place to fade from view and avoid unnecessary confrontation. Though still teeming with activity, he much preferred to be in the presence of animals than people.
His reprieve would seemingly be short-lived, however. Dulled though his senses were, it did not require too much effort to discern man from animal when it came to their presence. He had half a mind to simply leave then and there.. Had curiosity not stayed his hand. Difficult though it was to make out in his current state, the approaching soul felt.. familiar. Eerily so, despite seeming foreign at the same time.
The robed figure's eyes dart towards the approaching figure. Whether they happened upon him purposely or whether they just happened to stumble upon him by chance was unknown. And largely irrelevant. All that mattered was that he had never seen him before in his life. Though his appearance made it clear they stemmed from the same realm. And yet.. Something was still there. It takes a few moments of silent staring, almost glaring, before a few pieces fall into place. Perhaps not enough to come to a certain conclusion, but to form a solid hypothesis.
A soul that had stood before him mere moments before he awoke in this wretched place. One who'd stood before him many times, in fact. Directly in opposition to his every move. His every plan. Every disaster. It wasn't them, but it felt like them.
For a moment, it almost seemed as though he was.. deciding what to do next. At first his face contorts into a wretched smile, posture straightening and prepared to make some kind of exaggerated movement. Then he slumps. No theatrics, no. He can't bring himself to even care. Instead, he looks the other dead in the eyes. A wry smile plastered across his face.
â Well then. To what do I owe the.. displeasure of this encounter? â
thccserpent
It was becoming increasingly clear to him that far too many people in this realm knew nothing of personal boundaries. That, or they were far too inquisitive for their own good. So rather than sit and wallow in his absurd new fate, the robed man decided it'd be best to find somewhere more secluded.
Unfortunately for him, his search had landed him in what the locals referred to as the Golden Ward. If ever there was such a thing as sensory overload given form, this would be it. For him, at least. Too many smiling faces. Too much joy. Too much life. The sight of the beach alone would have driven him to wretch, if he still cared to engage in faux dramatics.
â No. Absolutely not. I refuse to spend another second in this.. vermin infested hellscape. â
landsharkbite
Most had been content to steer clear of him. His motionless, seated posture made clear that he had no intention of engaging with a single soul around him. Quiet and still, with an unreadable expression hidden beneath his cowl. The few that did were met with complete disregard at best. And an annoyed glare at worst.
Perhaps one glare proved too effective; having sent an inquisitive youngster off crying as a result. Not that that would move him to remorse in the slightest, but it drew more eyes on him than he cared to have.

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Coming to terms with.. All of this was, for lack of a better word, tiring. No sooner had darkness enveloped him than his surroundings suddenly gave way to unfamiliar sights. In place of oblivion, bustling streets. In place of nothingness, life. But not that which he knew. Not that which he had held so much contempt for. And in the face of it all, he simply felt tired.
â So this is to be my 'punishment'. The culmination of a long and endless joke. I cannot even muster the strength to be upset. â
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