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Post by Exdeath on Jul 16, 2012 8:32:54 GMT -5
Sephiroth listened intently to Rakesh's lesson on the Merge. Everything seemed to make a lucid sort of sense now. His confusion must be tied to this catastrophic event. "So...all I have to do is find the people from my 'branch'?" A moment of silence came over the ex-SOLDIER as he prepared himself mentally with the amount of information he was receiving. A slow pace seemed to ensue as Sephiroth pondered the possibilities they may come across. It was like growing up all over again in a strange world far from their understanding. His tall frame seemed stalwart as he turned again and again in slight hesitation.
If they reached Midgar, he would be expecting more people like the man upon the chocobo earlier. Would they hate him? Strike out at him? That man in his memory would be there too probably. The thought of being rejected without knowing why swayed his confidence slightly. But nonetheless he needed answers even if he had to charge full on into the fray. If they all feared him as such; there must be a reason. A power he yet realized? All seemed strewn about in his mind as he heard Rakesh start to speak again. As his eyes closed in slight frustration; they opened to another memory.
Sephiroth stood poised at the top of a layered staircase; lined with 'pods' of an egg-shaped nature. At the top was a sealed doorway with walls that almost seemed 'alive' with lines and pumps of all sorts. As his green eyes traced upward toward the ceiling, they crossed an arched title over the doorway reading, 'Jenova'. Again he heard the voice of the man from before yell at him with a very different tone; he was panicked. No heed was paid; but the words came through clear. "What have you done....Sephiroth!" Heavy steps drew close as he heard the man ascend the stairs behind him. As he turned, the memory faded yet again.
Was that....his name? He seemed perplexed at a glance and decided to try and justify this and reason with Rakesh. "I keep having....flashbacks. A man I don't recognize seems to know me somehow. I don't know his name but he knew mine. He called me...Sephiroth?" A moment of silence seemed to fill the air as he wondered whether this name may come familiar to the stranger. Sephiroth continued, "I appreciate your offer for assisting me Rakesh. I gladly accept it and I promise I will make this worth your while. Who knows what will happen.." A slight smirk crossed his lips as he couldn't help but appreciate everything this stranger had done for him. Why was he so supportive? his demeanor did not portray someone who was 'cheery and caring'.
As he turned, the ex-SOLDIER sighed with preparedness. His voice seemed calm and monotonous as he gathered himself. "I believe it's time. Where to first Rakesh?"
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Post by Al-Cid, Rakesh, Paloma, Mateo on Jul 16, 2012 21:27:58 GMT -5
“Sephiroth… huh?” Rakesh murmured the name slowly, a note of recognition spilling over into his raspy voice.
It was a name that he’d heard before. One murmured reverently between a pair of gossiping women, both of whom he had overheard while perusing a market stall. He had been passing through a town called Kalm, at the time, when he had heard the name. However, he had not noticed anything in particular worth remembering about it—at least nothing that stood out any more than the things he'd heard mentioned of others. His travels were often filled with listening to the urban legends and tall tales of heroes and villains alike. Numerous were such stories, that the various names of their characters tended to run together after a while. Therefore, the name of Sephiroth, like the many others that had come before him, ended up buried deep within the recesses of Rakesh's vault-like memory. He had hardly expected to encounter such a person in-the-flesh, and now, he found himself unlocking the coffers of recall so that he could remember just what had been said about the man. “I’ve heard that name. Nothin’ too detailed; yet, I do recall that it belonged t’ a soldier, a war hero who was said to have died some time ago. Although… “ Rakesh trialed as he trailed an amused glance over Sephiroth, “‘Twould now appear that th’ rumour o’ his demise was greatly exaggerated.” A humored smirk pulled as the corner of Rakesh’s lips, before he turned away and stared somewhere beyond the gates of Fabul. “Nevertheless,” he added, “‘twould explain that man’s… deference. He called ye ‘Sir’… Mayhap ye were his commanding officer...” Rakesh then shook his head, dismissing his musings, before he turned back toward the bench to pick up his canteen. He made quick work of securing it to his belt, before during back to Sephiroth. A crooked smile pulled at the corner of his lips, “Right, then.. Where t’ first..”
Seeming to mull it over in his mind for a moment, he cast his gaze over Fabul, taking in the stone walls that surrounded the village and its castle, before settling on the southern gate. Near the gate was a small stable, wherein chocobos were housed.
"This way..."
Promptly, Rakesh started making his way across the market square and toward the southern gate. Walking with his light-footed steps, he spoke as he approached, “I suggest Albrook as th’ first destination. ‘Tis th’ nearest city, ‘n a major port o’ trade fer this region. Also, since Albrook is moderately advanced in technology, ‘twould be a better place than here t’ acquire arms ‘n provisions. And, if ye be lucky, there might still be a member of th’ Cartographer’s Guild near th’ warf. They are allied wit’ th’ Mognet courier syndicate, ‘n will be among th’ most accurate mapmakers you’ll find, these days. If he’s there, be sure t’ purchase a map fer Midgar. Ye won’t know when you’ll encounter a cartographer again. They are spread then, since th’ Merge.”
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Post by Exdeath on Jul 23, 2012 7:00:48 GMT -5
Sephiroth listened as Rakesh mused over the new information thoughtfully. It was slightly surprising to hear him referred to as a 'hero' after such an ill-fated warning from that man earlier. "I was a warrior?" Not once had he even stopped to consider what his 'trade' must have been in the previous life. The sudden rumor of his demise also barraged his already damaged mind with information that just didn't add up.
This would be a long recovery. As Rakesh turned and started toward the southern gate, Sephiroth took in his suggestion regarding the map and equipment. A layout of the land would be necessary for the journey. Then a thought hit him with slight wonder, "If I was a warrior....I wonder what I used as weaponry..." The mention of the technology difference seemed vague in the back of his mind as he simply mulled the obtained information thus far with dismay. A hated and feared hero. Ironic much?
Each step seemed to drag slightly in a bit of dread. No doubt he had enemies then that were warriors themselves; confrontation is very likely. Somehow he would have to learn or 'remember' how to fight as he once did if all these stories and rumors were true. What made him so powerful though in their eyes? No time for all this thinking. Ahead of them, just in view, lay the stables which grace the inside of the outer wall. The bawking of chocobos could be heard already from this distance and seemed to alert Sephiroth to the next 'stage' to get moving.
A subtle side glance moved to Rakesh as Sephiroth spoke in a low voice, "So we are 'catching' a ride?" Albrook couldn't be too far off. It seemed rather strange to him considering a chocobo for the journey. But it was time to get moving finally. All the wait and delay built slight anticipation for him. "Mognet courier syndicate?" His brow furrowed slightly at the mention of it. Never had he heard of such a thing.
Loud horns seemed to break the air as they walked. The sound emerged from within the castle itself as if signaling something. The echo carried far and wide beyond the walls ahead. did it involve the 'platoon' of riders from earlier?
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Post by Al-Cid, Rakesh, Paloma, Mateo on Jul 23, 2012 21:09:43 GMT -5
“Yer weaponry? ‘Twas the blade you used.”
Rakesh had said those words offhandedly in response to Sephiroth’s query—as though it was something that should have been blaringly obvious. Then realizing that it more than likely was not, he briefly directed an apologetic look toward Sephiroth, before continuing his walk toward the chocobo stable.
“The hands…” His prompt, followed by a small pause, stood as a precursor to the following explanation: “In general, they tell us what th’ face might not. Whether one is man or woman, young or old, well or ill, weak or strong, the hands are a tool molded by use. They can reveal if one is a laborer, aristocrat, or artisan.” A small, knowing smile pulled at the corner of his lips as he added, “‘Tis th’ secret t’ how palm readers make their fortune: ‘Tis th’ art o’ observation ‘n deduction.”
“In yer case…” Rakesh came to stop, pausing in his steps to turn fully toward Sephiroth. By then, they were only a few feet from the stable. “I see th’ particular way in which th’ musculature of yer forearms developed… Th’ palmar eminences, th’ thenar ‘n hypothenar, and particularly yer joints--they are large ‘n square shaped. Yer tendons--pronounced. Skin pads—heavy. All these tell me things. Add to that: th’ way ye carry yerself, yer posture, yer mannerisms… I can tell ye were a swordsman--or, at least, th’ wielder of a large weapon.”
Sephiroth’s two following questions were left unanswered as a distant commotion draw Rakesh’s attention. His ears twitched from under his somewhat muffling hood as he strained to catch what was going on. There were alarmed shouts, but the content thereof was just barely out of his range of hearing. Soon though, the shouts became overshadowed by the claxon of horns.
An alarm had been sounded.
So, it begins...
A small frown pulled as the corner of his lips, before he promptly turned toward the stables. He made haste to the second stall, wherein was housed a large yellow bird laden with saddlebags. He stepped up to the chocobo’s side, and proceeded to fish around in a small pouch at his hip before pulling out a small carrot-shaped root—a gysahl green. He fed the root to the chocobo, who gave a squawk of delight, before directing the chocobo out from the stall. Then, with a quick swat to its side, he sent the bird dashing out through the southern gates where it disappeared into the dense forest beyond.
The matter of his Chocobo dealt with, Rakesh promptly turned to face Sephiroth. While doing so, he drew his saber from its scabbard, and in one swift motion, brought the blade’s tip to a halt just an inch from Sephiroth’s nose. “Sephiroth,” he addressed the man with a dangerous kind of grin that then pull at the corner of his lips, before he flipped of the blade’s direction and stepped forward. He extended his arm toward the solder, holding the saber hilt first, offering it to Sephiroth. There was note of curt urgency to his raspy voice when he spoke; “Ye wish t’ repay yer debt? Now would be th’ time fer that.”
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Post by Exdeath on Jul 23, 2012 22:22:07 GMT -5
Sephiroth heard an unnatural silence fall over the two as everything seemed to die out around them. The long drone of the castle horns seemed to fill the air with a sickening vibration that could be felt through their very bodies. His attention turned back toward the castle; expecting something to happen rather soon.
The ex-SOLDIER heard Rakesh quickly move to the stables as he seemed rushed suddenly. A dead give away of his understanding regarding the sudden events. The chocobo rushed past him as it made it's way from the town in a panicked hurry. Sephiroth did not waiver though; eyes intently stare down the dirt path before him in silent expectation.
Senses were calm and collected as his heartbeat seemed to slow. It was the opposite of normal reactions in times like this. When fear and anxiety usually plagued others; Sephiroth seemed almost at home in this situation. There was movement not too far off. Hairs prickled on the back of his neck as his intuition seemed to kick in with unfamiliar tendency. His voice surprised even himself as the same confident tone emerged as if from his very memories. " We aren't alone..."
Gentle thuds seemed to signal the entry of the Royal monks from the rooftops all around. Like a gentle rain they descended from above all around himself and Rakesh. A small bit of dirt rose from their impact points as the dust collected like a low fog; moving with the gentle breeze that graced the street they stand upon. Sephiroth didn't move when one started with an authoritative claim. "Stop where you are. I believe you have something that belongs to the Kingdom of Fabul!" An eery silence followed as they spread out in an even pattern around them. Eight of them formed a perfect perimeter with no obvious exits.
The gentle twirl of metal filled the air as Rakesh brandished his blade toward the ex-SOLDIER with a rather amused look upon his featured face. A gentle hum reverberated down the spine of the small saber being presented to him from his flank. A slight nod confirmed his understanding of his gesture. Slowly his right hand rose out to his side; sliding casually over the hilt of the saber as his grip tightened. The ensuing silence rose the anxiety all around for the guard. They were unarmed and wore nothing upon their toned torso's. The blue and orange sash and lower garment seemed light and illustrious to what one would picture for a guard.
The outstretched arm lowered to his side, allowing the slender saber to rest at an angle toward the ground. The tip hovered in complete retention just above the dirt road as he simply waited. His voice emerged with a hint of amusement. "I take it you aren't on the best of terms with them..."
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Post by Al-Cid, Rakesh, Paloma, Mateo on Jul 24, 2012 16:53:09 GMT -5
“Not as such,” Rakesh replied as he moved to stand back-to-back with Sephiroth and stare at the guards across from him. When he continued speaking, his words were in a low hush meant only for the soldier’s ears. “I am not th’ enemy they perceive me t’ be. Still, fer the greater good, ‘tis th’ role I must play... I’ll explain later. Fer now, we must hasten our escape. Do what ye must t’ incapacitate, but do not fatally wound nor kill. These are innocent men who only wish t’ reclaim that which is rightfully theirs.”
Instructions passed, Rakesh then took a step forward, and as he did so, there was a reverberating don----don----don that echoed through their ears as the arm bells seemed to slow in their clamor. Even the guards that surrounded the duo seemed sluggish in their movements--or, perhaps, it was that time itself had likewise quickened for Sephiroth and Rakesh, for there was stirring of magic in the air that cast their surroundings under a red shift.
With a stern set to his jaw, and narrowed eyes, Rakesh withdrew his dagger from the sheath at his thigh. Gripping the hilt, charged forward toward the monk across. As he moved, the air itself seemed to ripple about his form before he vanished.
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The monk had been moving to intercept, but when the thief disappeared from his sight, so started was the monk that he momentarily lost his footing and stumbled forward. He then heard a scuffling from behind, and by the time he turned around, the two monks that had been by his side were now felled by a surprise attack. Over them stood the thief, visible in the rippling air for but a moment before nothingness swallowed the man whole, once again.
The monk’s eyes narrowed at the sight, as he started wondering if it was not a common thief they were dealing with, but a ninja. Determined not to fall for the same trick twice, the monk stood his ground and concentrated, listing for when the thief might strike. Just to his left, he heard a shifting of footsteps in the dirt. He waited a moment longer, watching from out of the corner of his eyes until thief reappeared.
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As with the two previous monks, Rakesh had to released the vanishing spell as he closed in upon his opponent’s backside. While being a rather evasive spell that he held within his arsenal of magic, it was also one of the most difficult to use, and moreover, impossible to sustain while trading blows. So it was that he started using it to create the illusion that he could teleport from one location to the other. Useful in surprise attacks, but less so on the off chance that opponent caught on to his trick.
It was too late when Rakesh realized that the monk he was facing was one such opponent, for as soon as he released his vanishing spell and lifted his dagger to bring the butt of the hilt upon the man, the monk was ready. In successive hits, the monk knocked Rakesh’s blow off course with the back of one arm, while using the other to deliver palm heel strike to his chin. The force of the move was enough to stun Rakesh, sending him to the ground, while knocking his hood from his head as he hit, revealing his inhuman ears for all to see.
((OOC: Incase it wasn’t clear in the prose, Rakesd had cast Hastega on the party... or perhaps slowga on the monks... Maybe both.))
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Post by Exdeath on Jul 24, 2012 17:49:19 GMT -5
Sephiroth heard Rakesh's orders regarding the control to be exercised with this engagement. The ex-SOLDIER didn't even know what to expect from himself in this altercation and would like to feel some anxiety; but to his surprise there was none. The four monks before him stepped in closer; stanced with their dominant feet placed before them as their hands creased into a palmed pose. The muscles on their forearms contorted in preparation. They were shorter in comparison to the rather tall man before them.
Everything seemed to slow suddenly as he could sense a rather unnatural energy seethe the air. The grip upon the blade seemed to relax as he seemed to feel a sudden rush stir within him. This weapon almost felt familiar; but a bit light and lacking in reach for his liking. As he exhaled one final time a single monk suddenly launched toward him with a great pace. The ex-SOLDIER was not ready as he planted his feet before him in a sudden stop for support of what was next. His right arm thrust forward; fist clenched sideways as it slammed into Sephiroth's gut. The tall man lurched from the sudden impact as he seemed to hunch over with the strike.
Immediately the monk continued the barrage as he spun on the front leg with determined force. The left arm folded as his elbow whipped around toward Sephiroth's rising form. The wind had been knocked from him; but the pain was non-existent and allowed him to recover quickly. It was still not enough for his hesitant gauge of his own abilities. The side of his face took the full blow of the elbow as he reeled backwards. Something unexpected happened at that very moment.
Sephiroth planted his foot; stopping the motion in it's place. The monk intended to force him to the ground with the immense blow and suddenly seemed bewildered with the amount of strength he felt against his elbow. Irritation filled the ex-SOLDIER as he suddenly started to upright his form. The monk felt his body move despite all his force being pushed against the man. His entire form started to slide across the dirt slowly; unable to hold his stance against Sephiroth. The monk was at a loss. This strength was inhuman and nothing he had ever encountered before.
Green eyes seemed narrowed slightly but unhindered as they stare into the eyes of his opponent. With an immense and unknown strength, he whipped his head forward. The sudden motion thrust the monk's elbow back and sent him off balance with unpredictable force. His perception seemed to slow down even further as Sephiroth watched him slowly fall back to the earth with a panicked look upon his rough face. Now it was his turn. His right foot dug in as the tall form launched after the falling man with incredible speed. The blade in his right hand spun to a reverse grip as he moved; coming down with a familiar strength that met the sternum of the monk. Almost seemingly in midair, his body arched from the blow as it was forced into the dirt with incredible speed. The very ground beneath him caved with his form. Crevices webbed out from the impact point faster than the eye could decipher.
The ex-SOLDIER paused with the butt of the blade pressed against the now unconscious Monk's chest. Even he was surprised by the intensity of his retaliation. It was an automatic reaction and came out of nowhere. The long silver hair seemed to settle over his shoulders; hiding his face for a moment as the familiar rush continued. The eye can only process movement so quickly and these monks seemed at a loss from what came next. The ex-SOLDIER rose quickly and braced his legs for only a moment before his form dashed forward with incredible speed. Not a muscle had moved as the distance between them seemed to close instantly. There was no magic in his movements; yet they seemed impossible and inhuman.
The blade spun again into a proper grip as he slashed upward instinctively before he even reached the effective range of this weapon. It did not matter. A light green energy trimmed the blade as it rushed outward, slicing the very ground that lined the strike radius. An Invisible force barraged the monks before him; striking their bodies with an immense pressure that seemed to burn as it pushed harder against them. All of this happening in an instant. A 'silence' before the storm. Only a second later the energy released as they were blown off their feet, dragging some of the dirt beneath them along as they tumbled like rag dolls across the uneven ground. A low hum from the blade seemed to creep into Sephiroth's ears. In reaction to the strike, a slight whirlwind seemed to surround the ex-SOLDIER.
Again he rose to a full stance as another breath escaped him. What had he done? The monks groaned and rolled about slightly down the road from him. He was so surprised that he failed to even turn to check on Rakesh in all the commotion. Fingers cracked and moved upon the weapon hilt as his thoughts raced over what had just taken place. What sort of military man was he?
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Post by Al-Cid, Rakesh, Paloma, Mateo on Jul 24, 2012 21:54:03 GMT -5
Fortunately, the distraction caused by Sephiroth's barrage against the other four monks allowed Rakesh the time he needed to regain his wherewithal from his own opponent's stunning blow.
So it was, that when the monk had his back turned toward Rakesh to see what was going on, the half-veira took that moment to roll himself to his feet and retreat to a safe distance. Good thing he did too, for he just barely managed to get out of the wide range of Sephiroth’s attack.
When the dust settled, Rakesh was crouched several feet away, eyes wide at the near-miss. “Bloody hell,” he exhaled, not quite sure what to make of what he just saw. The soldier was fast. Nowhere near as fast as himself, but fast enough to find impressive... for a hume. Moreover, the soldier was obviously strong, and by the looks of what he just witnessed, Rakesh was starting to suspect that the man was possibly as powerful as the rumors claimed.
After shaking his head in an effort to regain his composure, Rakesh moved to stand. He took a cautious step toward Sephiroth, but did not approach any closer. There was still a green sort of energy eddying about the man before him, and the smell of it made Rakesh’s nose itch and his’ head feel heady. Instead, he kept his distance as he coughed into his hand, so as to get the other’s attention.
“Oy... I’d say give a warming before ye do that... but, well...” he trailed off with a shake of his head, and half turned to take in the scene around them. There were seven monks groaning on the ground, most of them incapacitated by Sephiroth’s attack.
Wait...
“Seven monks?” Rakesh frowned, recalling that there were originally eight. “One must had gotten away... “ The half-viera released a sigh at the realization, before directing his gaze back toward the castle. “Sephiroth. We best make leave before reinforcements come.”
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Post by Exdeath on Jul 24, 2012 22:28:49 GMT -5
Sephiroth remained frozen as Rakesh seemed a bit put off by what had just happened. "Believe me....I'm just as surprised as you." His voice was low and held a monotonous undertone that seemed to roll smoothly off his lips. What had he done? As the revelation of this escaped guard became apparent; the ex-SOLDIER simply viewed it as a failure on his part. "I'm sorry...."
A solid nod of understanding was given as Rakesh gave the obvious advice of vacating the general area. No doubt more would come. His tall frame turned with an odd elegance; beginning a solid quick step by the man. His eyes drift to the ears that now remained open to view all around. Slight curiosity pry's at him as even more questions make there way into his mind. Quickly they are dismissed as he spins the blade in his hand; resting the body along his arm with the hilt offered to Rakesh. A slight smile formed as Sephiroth spoke again, "Thank you." The gate leading to the city of Fabul looked inviting with the green scenery that lay beyond in full and wide view.
Again the horn began to sound from the castle interior. The escaped guard must have made his way back to warn the reserve forces. Time to go. With intense determination, Sephiroth started off toward the nearby gate in a quick but manageable step. Long silver hair billowed behind him like a large veil in the wind as he moved. Sparse citizens began to peek out from their enclosures in curiosity over the commotion that just ripped the town. Eyes remained locked on the ex-SOLDIER as he flew by without a side glance.
As he ran, Sephiroth called back to Rakesh. "So Albrook then...tell me what's it like there?" It was an odd question at a time like this but Sephiroth still held a strange comfort in times like this. Yells started to rise in riotous union as the inhabitants realized what had happened with the guards. Some started to run from their homes with various objects in hand; tossing them at the pair with misplaced hatred. This sure wouldn't help the image of outsiders who traveled here. As soon as they exited the town; the scene changed drastically.
A rolling field surrounded the main road leading into town and went on almost to the horizon to the East. A single raised treeline signaled the end of its expansion; while to the west lay sparse islands in the distance beyond a beach head. Not too far before them to the South; the road entered an unknown woodland. Shadows hid the interior from view at this range. Various people passed them, heading into town and shot odd looks at them with a hint of an unwelcome attitude.
The pace may have to be increased soon enough. The awkward cries of chocobos became immediate from their flank as the path curved slightly at the base of the sloped field. The guards were in pursuit.
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Post by Al-Cid, Rakesh, Paloma, Mateo on Jul 25, 2012 11:29:27 GMT -5
Rakesh accepted his blade from Sephiroth, with a nod, and returned it to its sheath. He then promptly turned make a run for the south gate.
“As I said, ‘tis a port city. More advanced--industrialized.” Rakesh quickly restated as they advanced, easily keeping pace with Sephiroth. There was a tinge of annoyance in his voice as he spoke his brief words. He was not in the mood to make idle chit-chat while they were in the process of feeling. Still, as he keep his gaze focused ahead, he curtly added, “Used t’ be an occupied military state. Ain’t no more. You’ll see.” He said nothing, afterward.
Soon, they existed through the gates and ran a few paces down the road to the south. However, before making any real distance, Rakesh came to a momentary halt. Behind them, he could hear the approach of the mounted guard. If the two kept to the road, they would soon be overcome. An alternate route would need to be taken if they wanted to reach Albrook, but first, they needed to ditch the guards.
“This way...” Was all the warning Rakesh gave before he suddenly darted off to the side, away from road and into the dense forest. He almost seemed to gain speed as he rushed through the woodland, his pace keeping him ahead of Sephiroth as he lead the way. With ease leapt over fallen logs while navigating an zig-zag path through low hanging branches and dense thickets. It was not until the sound of pursuit grew distant that he ducked behind a large, fallen tree, and drew to a halt. There he crouched, straining his ears as he listened--tracking the movements of the guards by sound.
When he was sure that they were no longer being pursued, Rakesh finally stood and turned toward Sephiroth, and said, “We continue by foot through th’ wood. But be warned: This will not be an easy route. Th’ path ahead lays thick with fiends. We’ll be fighting our way through.”
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Post by Exdeath on Jul 26, 2012 17:52:57 GMT -5
Sephiroth followed Rakesh with a slight sense of wonder. The journey had begun. The chocobo from earlier he sent into the woodlands must be out there somewhere. As the two broke the tree line, Sephiroth increased his pace to keep Rakesh in sight ahead. Light steps thud gently against the forest floor as the pair traverse the maze of green.
The same familiar rush took over as his body began to move with a more driven elegance. Trees rushed past in a blur; broken time and again by a few of the fallen oaks they crossed. At one point Sephiroth had to spin sideways as a large tree obstructed the obvious path. His form landed with a crouched recoil against the side of another; launching quickly back to the intended trajectory before gravity had time to drag him to the ground.
As Rakesh flipped over the large fallen tree with a sudden stop, the ex-SOLDIER had to compensate for his speed as he landed on the front of his feet in a sideways slide. His weight shifted back to assist in 'braking' his movement. With a single consecutive motion, he rolled over the fallen tree with ease as he landed on the other side. As soon as he had landed; the tall man forced himself against the log near Rakesh as the silence resumed in the woodland. Few birds chattered amongst themselves in the distance and not much else could be heard. A quick side glance and Sephiroth knew the stranger was listening for their pursuers. The tall ears twitched with purpose like that of an alerted deer.
Sephiroth seemed to run the word over his lips in thought, 'Fiends..." Fighting the Royal Fabul guard is one thing but fiends were a whole other style. General power would be needed to combat some of the larger beings that most likely roamed these parts. The warning was like a futile 'last chance' bit. No turning back now. Sephiroth stood as Rakesh did; responding carelessly. "Then we better be off..." Sephiroth stepped slowly from the log and into the open as he turned his gaze up to the canopy. Streams of light shone through the inky darkness that hid the surrounding trees. The green eyes seemed to illuminate with an unnatural assistance. As his eye lids closed again; another flashback took hold of him.
He stood again in the factory-like room from before. This time he stood at the base of the stairs. Standing confidently before him a very different person held something out to him. It was an apple. Suddenly his voice emerged. "Was this all to deceive me.....or the truth I have been searching for all along?" Not a word was said from the other who wore a long red coat. His hair almost of the same color. A single wing was visible over his shoulder but somehow it looked wrong. The coloring was faded and seemed as if it were draining the very life from the man. again his gaze moved to the door at the very top. 'Jenova' was brandished over the entrance with an obvious flare for attention. Like someone who was proud of what they had done here wished for others to praise and understand it.
This all made no sense to Sephiroth...
Another blink returned him to his current consciousness. Only a second had passed during the confusing flashback.
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Post by Al-Cid, Rakesh, Paloma, Mateo on Jul 31, 2012 16:17:59 GMT -5
The walk from Fabul to Albrook took little over a week. What had started out as dense forest soon gave way to a rugged terrain of mountains, ravines, and a network of mines abundant in veins of mithril ore. Predominantly, their journey was a quiet one. Unless otherwise prompted or necessitated, Rakesh provided little in ways of conversation. For the most part, he took point as they moved onward, leading Sephiroth down a zig-zagging maze that only the half-beastman seemed to know. All the while, he kept to himself with ears twitching and eyes darting about as he tracked fiends both near and far.
Often, with little warning, Rakesh would suddenly darted about ahead. Sometimes he’d be gone moments, sometimes longer, but usually it was with a rather angry fiend on his trail. He’d lure the beast in, and then then leave Sephiroth to tank the brunt of the fiend’s ire--and attacks--while Rakesh himself kept his distance. In other instances, when approaching a larger or smarter target--be it behemoth or roaming bandit--Rakesh would keep to the shadows, trailing them until such an opportunity presented that the two could ambush the fiend. As they fought, rarely would Rakesh draw close to the prey, unless he could find a way to sneak an attack from behind, before quickly withdrawing. Otherwise, he kept his distance, sticking to low-level enfeebling spells and technicks that dealt damage over time--and when they needed that extra edge, he used time itself. If he did land hits with either his claw or thrown knives--his sword had once again been loaned to the soldier--they were quick and successive slashings that dealt only minor damage. However, what he lacked in the power of brute force, he made up for in viciousness.
It wasn’t long before Rakesh revealed himself to be a devious fighter--or perhaps ‘mage with a penchant for underhanded melee’ would have been the better description. When not casting or sneaking in strikes, he did what he could to avoid taking direct hits. He fought dirty when it suited him, and when looked like he bit off more than he could chew, he fled. As for the fiends that were defeated, Rakesh either looted or eviscerated their remains--often both--for items to sell once they reached Albrook.
When it came to determining when to rest and when to walk, Rakesh was oddly crepuscular. He was most prone to traversing in the hours surrounding twilight and dusk. However, when the sun was high in the sky, he would often request that they take a break for a few hours. It was during this time that he would find himself a shadowed place under which to doze.
Food was rationed and replenished as foraging and hunting conditions allowed. It was while searching for life prey that Rakesh proved himself to be an excellent tracker and hunter, even if he had little real taste for meat. It was after one such hunting venture that he mentioned--in passing as the meal roasted over an open fire--that one of his kids had once asked if eating rabbits would be considered cannibalism. He gave a short chuckle at his own brand of dark humor, before briefly adding that they were mostly hume by blood, and where prone to strange questions about their not-so-hume ancestors. “They’d… probably be about yer age by now…” he ended vaguely, with a note of regret to his raspy voice, before shrugging and returning to the meal. He said no more as he slowly ate his share. The meat they hunted was something he stomached, regardless of his general distaste, for there was little viable vegetation to be found when they crossed through the mithril caverns—save questionable looking mushrooms which were likely better left alone. The cauctar they killed, though, he devoured with an eerie kind of gusto—once he cut his way past all the needles.
It was later, on the tenth afternoon, they made it to Albrook. As Rakesh has stated, it certainly was a more advanced town. Unlike the medieval castle that housed Fabul, Albrook stood as a cluster wood and brick structures standing admits streets of concrete and cobblestone. The lights in the home and buildings did not hold the flickering illumination of candlelight, but the content luminescence of electricity. Locals milled about their business, while a few men patrolled the streets, carrying the look of either a local militia or members of some sort of paramilitary. The lack of heavy armor, but presence of weaponry, suggested the former.
Upon arrival, Rakesh’s first order of business was to sell the items he had looted at the first pawn shop he could find. After a bout of haggling with the shopkeeper, goods and gil were exchanged. Then, once thy exited the shop, he turned to Sephiroth and handed over half the money earned—minus his estimate on maps and the fair for a ferry. “This should be enough t’ supply yer immediate needs—sundries, food, weaponry, rest. Mayhap entertainment, if spent wisely. As fer the ferry, we shall have t’ check wit’ that on th’ ‘morrow—night draws near, and few businesses will remain open past twilight hours. Take yer enjoyment o’ the’ evenin’, however ye want. If there’s an emergency…” He paused then, casting his gaze along the street ahead as though searching for something, “I’m sure ye can handle whatever comes yer way. If not…” There was a brief twitching at his lip that resembled a secretive smirk, “I suppose havin’ ye further in me debt wouldn’t be too bad. But, methinks ye’d rather avoid that.” He then returned his gaze to Sephiroth, before adding, “I’ll be around the docks come mid-mornin’. ‘Til then, yer on yer own.”
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Exdeath
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Post by Exdeath on Jul 31, 2012 20:19:08 GMT -5
Sephiroth had been waiting a while for their journey to begin. Finally they were on the road. Through various obstacles they burst along the path; seemingly unhindered by what stood in their way. All along something stirred within the ex-SOLDIER with an impatient tug at his mind. When in combat he noticed he never truly felt comfortable with his own attacks despite their powerful results. It almost didn't feel right to him. A humorous side seemed to slowly reveal itself regarding Rakesh. He was starting to open up about his origins and family which surprised Sephiroth a bit. Never did he ask more questions about him and figured the stranger would be forthcoming when he felt the time was right.
As they reached the port of Albrook; the technological advancements were immediately apparent. Electricity was utilized here instead of relying on the time of day for light and other simple machinations. A comfortable lull seemed to ease the long-traveled pair's burden as they passed into the immediate courtyard. After the rather quick-tongued bartering that filled the air before him; Rakesh gave instructions on what they would be doing next. A simple nod of understanding gave way to his form turning with a confident and controlled stride into the market to the Northeast. This place was nowhere near as cluttered as Fabul thankfully and the bustle was a low murmur in comparison. First off he would need rations for the trip ahead. Sephiroth approached a large open market as he scanned the various edibles with a calculating gaze.
It didn't take him long to gauge just how much he would need as he kept it to a minimum. After making his selections, Sephiroth quickly bought a simple single strap pack to hold what he needed. Once it was all packed correctly within the pack he placed the strap across his chest; easily heaving the pack behind him comfortably. It fit over the shoulders of the trench coat with ease. Next on his list would be what he would acquire for armament. Just a few yards down lay a small brick shop that held a simple sign over the entrance that clearly defined it as a blacksmith.
The bell above the door rang with a slight tinkle as he entered the stuffy room. The heat from the foundry in the back barraged his face immediately with a slight edge of discomfort. Sephiroth made his way to the small counter where various weapons were displayed. From broadswords to axes this shop had a bit of variety. Upon closer inspection as his gaze moved about; more weapons littered racks all around him. Unbeknownst to the ex-SOLDIER; the owner of the shop was an old and kind man who just so happened to be observing him quietly from the dark corner to the far right of the counter.
As Sephiroth approached one rack his interest seemed to peak as something inside started to raise the hair upon his neck. A familiar sight lay displayed upon the top rack. The long slender blade was wrapped in a black silky cloth. That strange feeling he had been wondering about all along seemed to ease at the very sight of this weapon. His right hand rose slowly as his fingers ran over the silk cover with an almost affectionate praise. Suddenly he was alerted by the elder man. A wary and weathered voice escaped the frail being; "You like that one do ye? Tis' a great weapon if one has the strength to wield it. Most people would need two hands to wield such a masterpiece though. Alas, I warn ye....it can be dangerous even to the wielder. Some of the Mages from that crazy cult to the West had assisted me in harnessin' the damned thing. Almost killed my own son."
Sephiroth responded with a smooth confidence, " What is so dangerous about it?" As he spoke, the old man approached carefully. The feeble hands reached up as he lifted the large blade with a slightly over-stretched heave. His form turned toward Sephiroth as he slowly drew the blade slightly from the silky cover. There was no sheathe. The body of the blade was a pure black color and seemed unnatural in every way. It seethed with a dark energy that would make most uncomfortable to wield. "It was forged of dark matter. Immensely strong and sturdy with an extra bite. Even I don't know the full capabilities of this weapon yet." A thoughtful gaze befell the man as he seemed to drone off in thought. Something must have happened.
The blacksmith spun it around, offering the hilt of the weapon toward the ex-SOLDIER in curiosity. Sephiroth cautiously reached up to the weapon with his right hand yet again as he slid the long slender blade from it's 'case'. The weight was instantly familiar to him and an exhilarating rush befell the man. As he turned the blade in his hand; it moved to his left as to inspect the other side. Then it hit him. The weight felt more proper now in his left grip rather than the other. He must have been a left-handed warrior. For once he felt almost 'complete' in a way. A perfect compliment to his already growing memory.
The old man could see the satisfaction in his eyes and almost seemed relieved over it. "I suppose this is just right for you....a bit odd that you can carry such a heavy blade with only one hand..." Sephiroth slid the blade back into the 'sealed' silk with a slight hinted smirk. "I'll take it." After dealing with the financial issue of the blade, the ex-SOLDIER surprisingly got a very fair price on it. It almost seemed the man wished to be rid of the weapon once and for all. As he turned to leave; Sephiroth realized he had all that he needed for the trip ahead. His monotonous voice called back carelessly, "Wouldn't happen to know of anything interesting to do around here....would you?" The man chuckled slightly at his inquisition before answering curtly, "If it be drink yer after; there is a pub not too far up the street er'. You shall see the sign as easily as this one..." His attitude seemed upbeat in a mocking way.
Sephiroth simply acknowledged him with a nod before making his way out of the shop and back into the market street. The bell tinkled yet again and became silent as the door slammed under it's own momentum behind.
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Cissnei
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Post by Cissnei on Aug 4, 2012 16:17:05 GMT -5
Albrook was an infamous port city back in a different land - at least, in the world Albrook originated from. The clothing worn here was far more elaborate – and flamboyant – than the “modern” world she understood. In all honesty, she felt like she was wearing a gypsy costume. Her red hair swept over her bare exposed shoulders. A light purple strapless top tucked neatly into a same colored waistband. Bellow the band, a pair of pastel yellow pants billowed out until it reached the purple ankle cuffs and boots. Her head was decorated with a purple scarf hemmed in gold thread and feathers. A gold belt adorned her waist, decorated pouches and jewels. Gold hoop earrings dangled from her ears.
Well, there was no use in in feeling silly. She had to gather information for ShinRa. There were reports of seeing possible war machines in the area from off-duty Soldiers. However, since she was here, she had only seen such machines tossed into forgotten corners of the city. Upon further inspection, she noticed that the metal suits accumulated much rust in the joints, and packed on dirt. It also seemed a few people were removing parts, perhaps for scrap metal or other inventions. Nevertheless, in her opinion, it seemed that whatever the purpose of these machines was in the beginning lost its purpose long ago.
With a soft sigh, she entered into the streets of the busy market streets. She still needed to gather more information on these machines and the best way to do so was at the bar. Eyes shifted to look up at the signs labeling the buildings.
Shoving the door open with one hand, a wave of activity seemed to burst a loud. Burly sailors and pirates alike seemed to interact as equals - drinks were passed, stories shared, and the shared glances at dancing bar wenches. This was an apparent place to relax and enjoy yourself. Wooden tables, scattered all across the room, were full. She noted the popularity of this bar. Cautiously, she made her way to the bar. She did not want wandering drunken hands to be placed upon her person. Luckily, the dancing wenches distracted them.
Upon placing herself on top the stool, the bartender made his way to her, his hands busy with wiping down a mug with a clean cloth. “Aye, lass. Oi haven’ seen ya aroun’ here before. What grog can me get ya?”
“Please, the house special.” She gestured with a sweep of the hand to lay the drink before her. The bartender eyed her oddly. Generally, pretty ladies do not usually order such expensive or strong drinks. Cissnei was definitely making some sort of impression on him. ‘Good,’ she thought. ‘The more impressed and at ease the bartender is, the more likely he will talk.’
Cissnei did not care that much for alcohol. She drank occasionally with the others, but otherwise, she was not one to lose control and get drunk. Instead, she was designated driver. The bartender slid her drink down the counter and she caught it with the palm of her hand. The glass mug was full of a freshly brewed beer that was foaming at the top. The smell was questionable and the taste was definitely appalling. This port city had terrible tastes in alcohol AND clothing.
However, she drank it all down without making a face and asked for another. The bartender, much relieved, obliged.
Well, since he knew that she was not here before, she thought she would ask about the metal suits. “I hate to beg the question, but I noticed those machines outside in the alleys. Why are they there?” She quirked a brow at him, her drink balanced steadily in her hand.
“Oi, lass. Dem magitek armors are from ah empire dat tried da rule by military. But since da emperor’s death an’ da destruction o’ da power source o’ da machines, no one uses dem.”
Cissnei nodded at his words, now sipping from the mug as she thought. The bartender did not seem to be lying. What he said also made sense when she thought about what conditions those machines were in.
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Exdeath
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Post by Exdeath on Aug 4, 2012 23:43:45 GMT -5
Sephiroth emerged from the blacksmith's shop; almost being run down by a small group of children making their way down the street at a quick pace. As he followed their movement with his eyes, the bar came into view. Few people came in and out and with each door swing, the bustled interior sound seemed to tune in and out with a chaotic mix of laughter and yells. Only now did he realize how much he had to stand out. The people here seemed all of an average and similar height, Unlike himself.
As his tired steps paced slowly toward the bar, Sephiroth allowed various thoughts to swathe his mind. Rakesh seemed rushed when he arrived here and brisk with his instructions. Guess his intentions did have something to do with this location after all. To be alone in this world in his condition; he could only help but wonder where he'd be right now if not for this being's help. The ex-SOLDIER seemed like he was embraced in a trance as he continued moving. Odd and boisterous beings lazily stumbled past him. The strong scent of aged booze was heavy in the air and almost seemed to choke the oxygen out of his very lungs with each breath.
It was this that brought him back to his senses as he realized he had reached the entrance to the bar. Sephiroth repositioned his pack on his shoulder and brought the wrapped blade around as he held it carefully close. His right hand reached out to the door and pushed it open gently as his tall form slid in gracefully. The immense noise and smells barraged him immediately and almost made for a sickly concoction that turned his stomach slightly. His green eyes scanned momentarily for a place to take a seat before finding a seemingly abandoned table at the back behind the edge of the bar. He moved quickly as to navigate the crowd before him that gawked at the dancers with hopeless lust.
Every time he passed a table opposite the bar; some looked at him oddly and seemed to check out his dark attire with slight drunken confusion. Not once did he make eye contact with them for the hope of avoiding a drunken scuffle with some fool. Sephiroth finally reached the table which still held a few empty mugs scattered across it's surface. As he sat, the hands gently released his pack and blade down to the floor before sliding them underneath as to avoid the prying eyes of any possible thieves that reside here. Sephiroth had seen how Rakesh worked with his questionable ways of thievery and knew he wasn't the only one with such skills. At times he wondered if Rakesh was taking advantage of this situation somehow. He was seated between everyone in the bar and his equipment, leaving no room for issues.
After settling for a moment; Sephiroth turned in his chair to survey the room with slight wonder. His eyes and nose were just visible over the high collar of the trench coat and gave an unwelcome attitude. Pirates, Sailors and thieves no doubt. These men had been all around and may know something as well. Obviously not regarding him though; no one seemed bothered by his entrance. All who recognized him before seemed very open and loud about him being back. The tired-looking bar tender eyed him for a moment with the same confused look as the others. Was he really that odd in contrast?
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