[In the tone of someone who has seen too much of these bubbles. She is glaring at it like it has personally offended her... Which, actually, it has. But after a moment, she shakes her head.]
A little. But it's okay, I think I've got a better handle on—
[She has not finished saying the word, before the room they're in catches fire.]
[ EVERYTHING... EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE? Fortunately, Aymeric can use Marine this week, so he pops some color so some water can take the fire out. It effectively puts out the fire, but he still worries for it spreading with whatever is left.
You wake up to the smell of scorched flesh and smoke... Hacking a storm as you steady yourself upright. Around you, you find the corpses of your unit strung along the Ever Lakes' many ponds. The forests once beautiful are tarnished, seared dark and deep into the earth by the horde's fire. Your comrades' armor the same, blackened as everything the horde left.
Dragons. You and yours are here because of dragons.
You remember now. Your unit was sent to the Ever Lakes to investigate a dragon sighting, but now you're here looking at the aftermath. Every time you close your eyes, you can vividly picture your comrades reaching for their weapons, but the fire breath immobilize them first... No voice reaches you, only a the whistle of a gale.
With a shaky breath, you pick yourself up onto you feet and start listing your priorities. You need to quickly scour for any survivors. You must return to Ishgard. You need to inform the dead's families of the grave news. You need to write a report. Even if your heart aches, you must march forward.
You, Aymeric de Borel, may be the sole survivor.
And for a moment you wonder why you're spared... Of all of the people in your unit, you of rumored and dirty heritage would survive. It's laughable, but you can't find it in you... You want to fall back onto your knees. You don't. You must press forward.
Quietly, you search through the corpses of your fellow countrymen. Some are unidentifiable, some lucky to to have their features unscathed, some half as lucky, but then you stumble upon someone breathing.
... You recognize him and you remember before you collapsed he was still fighting. Carefully, you move him to a rocky outcrop and call out to him in a commanding voice.
"Wake up! You weren't among the fallen as I recall!"
For blessing or curse, you and this other man survive this encounter... You must not waste this life.
Oh. ]
hei your memshares are always so pretty...... puts my grubby hands on the codes
... I would argue this was how he remembered my name.
I've known of him since I entered the Temple Knights. A model soldier with the mettle and skill, if it weren't for his attitude—I was but a shade on his path.
So he's always been like that... [Stinky.] Well, I guess nothing creates a deeper bond than surviving a near death experience together. The least he could do is remember your name.
[Respect your future wife, Estinien? The bubble continues to vore them, though. Nogiku closes her eyes, sighing.]
... It won't let us go until I give it something in return, too, huh? [...] I really am sorry... for whatever it is you're about to see.
[Mod description says it's unpleasantly smoky and warm, but otherwise... Yeah! She's on fire but it's fine, actually. Nothing seems to be burning up for real.]
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disestablishment) wrote2022-02-13 12:32 pm
W3 : TUESDAY
No matter how vigilant I am, 'twould seem being imprisoned by bubbles is my fate. [ ... ] I hope that you haven't lit aflame yet, Mistress Nogiku.
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[In the tone of someone who has seen too much of these bubbles. She is glaring at it like it has personally offended her... Which, actually, it has. But after a moment, she shakes her head.]
A little. But it's okay, I think I've got a better handle on—
[She has not finished saying the word, before the room they're in catches fire.]
... it. Shit.
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Too bad the bubble reacts. It's memory time.
(from Through Fire and Blood)
You wake up to the smell of scorched flesh and smoke... Hacking a storm as you steady yourself upright. Around you, you find the corpses of your unit strung along the Ever Lakes' many ponds. The forests once beautiful are tarnished, seared dark and deep into the earth by the horde's fire. Your comrades' armor the same, blackened as everything the horde left.
Dragons. You and yours are here because of dragons.
You remember now. Your unit was sent to the Ever Lakes to investigate a dragon sighting, but now you're here looking at the aftermath. Every time you close your eyes, you can vividly picture your comrades reaching for their weapons, but the fire breath immobilize them first... No voice reaches you, only a the whistle of a gale.
With a shaky breath, you pick yourself up onto you feet and start listing your priorities. You need to quickly scour for any survivors. You must return to Ishgard. You need to inform the dead's families of the grave news. You need to write a report. Even if your heart aches, you must march forward.
You, Aymeric de Borel, may be the sole survivor.
And for a moment you wonder why you're spared... Of all of the people in your unit, you of rumored and dirty heritage would survive. It's laughable, but you can't find it in you... You want to fall back onto your knees. You don't. You must press forward.
Quietly, you search through the corpses of your fellow countrymen. Some are unidentifiable, some lucky to to have their features unscathed, some half as lucky, but then you stumble upon someone breathing.
... You recognize him and you remember before you collapsed he was still fighting. Carefully, you move him to a rocky outcrop and call out to him in a commanding voice.
"Wake up! You weren't among the fallen as I recall!"
Oh. ]
hei your memshares are always so pretty...... puts my grubby hands on the codes
This is a lot, though. The death. The destruction. And then, at the very end—]
Borel-san... [Sympathetically. Yikes? But also...] Wasn't that person...?
[A stinky.]
stop
Aye, 'tis Estinien.
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I've known of him since I entered the Temple Knights. A model soldier with the mettle and skill, if it weren't for his attitude—I was but a shade on his path.
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[Respect your future wife, Estinien? The bubble continues to vore them, though. Nogiku closes her eyes, sighing.]
... It won't let us go until I give it something in return, too, huh? [...] I really am sorry... for whatever it is you're about to see.
[And with a spark of scarlet, it's memory time.]
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Mistress Nogiku... What is this?
[ HE ISN'T EVEN SURE WHAT TO ADDRESS. ]
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[There is now more fire.
Nogiku looks around, and at the fact that the bubble is gone, and just... Turns to walk through the fire.
Bye?]
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If you wish not to speak it, then I won't force you, but don't simply walk through the flames?!
[ HURRIES TO MAKE SURE SHE'S OKAY. ]
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[ARE THEY?
She keeps walking.]
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You worried me, even if these flames hold no real fire.
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I won't ask, but... I hope you accomplish all you need to accomplish.
[ He understands he doesn't know it all, even though he can't condone violence. Sometimes, people just need to do their things. ]
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...]
Thank you.
[And with that, she just... leaves. That's enough being perceived for one day. Bye!]