#captaindrautos

 “That’s because you’re ignorant.”  He’d learned their language, if not their manners.  Humans had been killing his kind for generations, and yet they refused to even acknowledge his existence unless it suited them.  These ones called themselves the Empire and sought to use Titus like some sort of weapon.  He’d agreed to humor them, to aid his own ends.  That had been years ago and he was still kept like a prisoner in this dark place, so far from his ocean home.  “Don’t take it personally, your species isn’t very bright.”

Wow. That was... very blunt. Celene just stood there and frowned slightly as she looked toward the creature. She fought down the urge to be offended or upset at the possible dig to her intelligence and just focused on the important thing at the moment - that there was an apparent merman in an Empire facility that the higher ups were keeping quiet from everyone else. 

Titus had been the one to answer his request for a buddy on a mission to Insomnia – definitely not a bad choice. Loqi was sure he knew the patterns of the city, in the end Titus had worked and lived there for several years. And Titus had been a good partner back when Loqi had taken him on his first hunts when no one had wanted to take the former Captain/General as a buddy.

It made him positive for this raid. It would work out. He had been lucky so far.

Loqi had checked their bags and weapons the third time now, securing a few things and splitting potions and rations as the dark silhouettes of the former capital rose from the horizon as Titus drove the truck over one of the hills framing the desert valley behind them. Narrowing his eyes as Loqi watched the skeletal ruins grow, he closed the bag on his lap again.

“Where do you want to start this mission? With your part or mine? What’s more effective?”

THE POSITIVITY MEME

     i don’t follow these three but after a few quick glances i have a few things!

captaindrautos started following aideenfuria

She’d been looking for Miss Celene with a note from Miss Sarah, but Miss Celene wasn’t anywhere in the first floor of the schoolhouse.

Instead, there was the big man that made Da mad and sad, but Aideen didn’t know why that was. He was scary, scary like she’d thought Mister Petra was. So maybe he wasn’t really scary.

🥜 - What’s the nuttiest thread you’ve ever had?

    If Titus was being honest, he didn’t recognize this man.  Not at first.  There was a familarness to his facial features, especially his eyes, but not enough to ping any memories within his mind.  When he mentioned Glauca, however, his muscles stiffened and a deep frown settled into place.

   Tummelt.  

   Titus had never liked the Tummelt family when he worked for Niflheim.  They represented the kinds of things he hated– Noble families and an Empire willing to kill and enslave innocents for power.  He doubted they had much cared for him either, being one of the few groups of people to know that ‘General Glauca’ wasn’t Nifen by birth.  That truth was like a black scar upon the proud Nifleheim nobles.

   It hadn’t been much different in Insomnia, where many had taken issue with an immigrant and son of a poor fisherman being put in charge of an elite branch of military.

   Staring Reno down, Titus crossed his arms firmly over his chest. “The name is Titus, not Glauca.  What do you want?”

loqi had let this little tidbit of information slip through the cracks, hadn't he? first of all, almasy – that had been a head turner, but now glauca too? samn, and here he'd been playing with the idea of following his mother's wishes and moving across to formouth. like hell he was doing that now, things just got interesting.

feet carrying him back a few paces, up the couple of steps that led to the small store in the outpost -  not a random act. glauca was a wall of a man, even if reno was the tallest of the tummelts, save for his father, the other man still towered over him – so he'd claim the high ground another way; by way of structure. leaning his elbows on the rail that ran along the porch outside the shop, reno couldn't keep the grin from his face as he stared down at the supposedly dead general.

“Almasy, Furia, report to my office.  Now.”  {@captaindrautos}

And that sounded like chocobos coming home to roost.

Ah well.

Five minutes after the announcement, Tredd presented himself to the Captain. “Reporting as ordered, sir.”

What type of daemon?  Titus frowned, his lips pressed so tight that they were white.  “I… didn’t get a good look at it,” he admitted.  “It was big, hiding under the pile.  It had… a tentacle.”  He didn’t dare look at the other man when he said it, half expecting Pelna to glare hard enough that it might actually set him ablaze.  No one liked being reminded of Ultros, least of all Pelna.  “She killed it,” he nodded to Celene.

    Despite how painful the leg looked, Titus didn’t flinch or make a sound as the good doctor touched it.  Pain like that was nothing to him, that much was obvious by the fact that he’d been walking on a break and hadn’t collapsed.  Then Pelna’s expression shifted, and he pulled the curtain closed.  Titus also glanced at Celene before throwing caution to the wind.  What was one more person knowing the terrible truth?  Besides, it might finally convince her that she didn’t want him living in the same building.  

    He had to carefully pull the cloth away from his skin as he removed the shirt.  His body itself was covered in scars, old and new.  But what was really noticeable was the way his skin looked black and inky from his collar bone all the way over his left shoulder and halfway down his bicep.  The scourge.

   The darkness had grown since last time Pelna had seen it, nearly a year ago.  An inch, maybe.  Not very much, but also too much.  When would it consume him?  Would it need to take all of him, or did it just need to reach his brain?  Or his heart?  If the latter, his final days couldn’t be far off.

a tentacle ... breath stilling in his lungs for a beat, the glaive was forced to blink hard, a fleeting image barging its way through his thoughts before he pushed it back down again. well, he’d asked the question – couldn’t blame the guy for giving an honest answer. and an answer that was lacking of any other details than that ... gods, all this time, all these years and he still couldn’t shake it. he hadn’t said ultros – it could have very easily been a malboro sprout, one of those wraiths too. either way, it had been a high ranking daemon, and regardless of what it was, there was no evidence of venom or poison, just a severely broken ankle.

which was now the least of their worries.

dark brown eyes flitting over the marbled blackness, pelna was sure he’d heard the rapid breath of a gasp lodging itself in the blonde woman’s throat – like ink dropped onto still water, the pattern was a tie-dying effect as the scourge worked its way along the uninfected skin – it had grown. he knew that because it had coloured the scar on titus bicep an ebony where once the old wound had marked the borderline between healthy flesh and scourge.

an inch a year, with limited use of the armour. He recalled titus using the armour twice in that year, so that counted three times including this haphazard hunt. leaning back on his chair, pelna kept his voice low, still acutely aware that though the curtain he’d pulled offer some modicum of privacy, it certainly did nothing to lend itself to sound-proofing.