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Post by Lezard Roi on Apr 8, 2014 0:56:04 GMT
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| He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he exited Bevelle Temple. The Cloister of Trials had not been brutal and he couldn’t even make it to the Chamber of Fayth to pray. He had thought that he would have managed to find some way to reach there because he had been certain that Yevon had directed him to Bevelle. He had felt pulled to the city and the only reason for that is for his pilgrimage which would have had to be for the temple. He had been certain that he would have passed; that Yevon was granting him the opportunity to gain another Aeon, a much stronger Aeon, and be able to defend himself while on the journey. He was convinced that Yevon had tried to aid him by giving him something more to protect him; yet if that was Yevon’s Will then why had he failed the trials?
It was something he had pondered all night. He had lost track of the hours when he had entered the chamber yesterday and now he was left defeated. In Kilika when he failed he at least was able to make it to the chamber of the Fayth and fail to have a Fayth heed his prayers. This time he was unable to even make it that far and he needed to get a long stronger before he attempted Bevelle once again. The trip to Bevelle had ended up being a complete waste of time on his part and delayed his pilgrimage; not to mention a damper on his finances.
He felt the weight of utter defeat upon his shoulders as he walked through the city. He needed to head back to the docks and get on the first boat that was heading toward Besaid Island because it would be there that he could continue his pilgrimage. Many fresh summoners made a point of going there early on in their pilgrimage so surely it wouldn’t be as difficult as Bevelle had proven to be. ”Yevon, why did you send me here?” He couldn’t understand why he felt so drawn to the city yet nothing came out of it.
Nothing…
Nothing…
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Post by Constantina Cross on Apr 8, 2014 3:14:12 GMT
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| "I assume not to block my sunlight," Cross casually pointed out as she sat there at the café reading a book. The voice was that of the man she met yesterday, and his tone coupled with his words meant he survived but failed. Her eyes kept locked into the psychology book she was reading today since it was a rather interesting study in Stockholm syndrome. Humans could be so easily manipulated it if meant they would survive another day was pretty much the gist of the book.
Slowly, she placed the book down on the table before glancing up at the blue haired, depressed male. "I take it my prediction was only half true? Perhaps I should work on my divining skills," she teased. Black magic didn't have the ability to predict the future; or rather she hadn't figured out the right spell combination to unlock sight into the future. Perhaps if she could create the ability to control time she could see little glimpse into the future?
Those were all things to test in the future in a very dark room away from prying eyes.
Cross cleared her thought before shifting in her seat. She was here by the docks enjoying a nice cup of tea and a good book but it seemed like he was the cause of her reading to be postponed again. It was rather odd, though this time it wasn't because of noisiness. "Are you going to go to Besaid now? Did the priests tell you to head back to your original plan?" she asked only somewhat curious. Yesterday, he seemed determined and sure that he would pass the trials and marched to the temple with determination.
Now, he looked even more pitiful than before. The man was already quite sad looking, so it was amazing he could look even more pathetic. She shook her head before picking up her book and turning the page before she started to read again. "Shouldn't you be sticking around long if it was by Yevon's hand you come to Bevelle? This city has more than a temple."
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Post by Lezard Roi on Apr 8, 2014 4:18:51 GMT
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| The voice that suddenly broke through his thoughts caused him to flinch and look around until his gaze fell upon a familiar headful of pink hair. He rubbed a hand against his face as he considered the option of fleeing that very moment before he got into a confrontation with the woman again. While their parting had been ‘okay’ as far as conversations went, he had a tendency to say the wrong thing and make Cross upset. He also had a sneaking suspicion that she was the type to have an ‘I told you so’ attitude that would rub into his face. He felt her gaze more than saw it, drift up to settle upon his form and he drifted his sight down to the book that she laid on the table. Psychology. It was an interested choice in literature, one that caused one of his brows to arch up slightly.
She was teasing him but she didn’t have a biting tone like he had expected to come from her in that instant and it eased his self-pity a bit. He felt a little bit better that she hadn’t used the opportunity to simply berate him for failing or for being too weak. It was something he had been prepared for in all honesty and it wouldn’t have affected him too terribly as he was used to it. Instead the teasing was… well almost lighthearted in nature. She questioned if the priests advised him to head back to Besaid Island, ”No.. they didn’t say anything really…” Which was a lot worse when he thought about it. It was as if they had known he had failed. They didn’t ask, they barely even acknowledged him when he left the Cloister of Trials. Perhaps they had known the moment he entered the temple that he would end up failing.
But if everyone else knew that he would fail the trials why did he feel so inclined to come to Bevelle and waste the finances on such an voyage? Besaid was considerably closer and he would have made it there in just a few hours from Kilika rather than over a day by boat to Bevelle. He lifted a hand and ran it through his disheveled locks of hair and wracked his brain for possible answers. So far nothing of Bevelle stood out aside from the temple. He was a summoner, and a summoner needed to visit temples and pray to the fayth. It should be simple. What else did a summoner need other than that?
”Shouldn’t you be sticking around long if it was Yevon’s hand you come to Bevelle? This city has more than a temple.”
Slowly his eyes drifted to the top of Cross’ head as his thoughts seemed to give pause. Nothing in this city stood out, except Cross. She had aided him yesterday with a few local bullies, escorted him to the temple, and now after his failure he happened upon her again. Was this coincidence or divine intervention? ”Y-you..” His lips parted as an idea began to form in his head, one that shocked him slightly. Had he been drawn to Bevelle to find someone to become his Guardian? That was something else a summoner needed, a Guardian. He would be unsuccessful without one.
The more he thought about it, the more it seemed logical to think that their meeting was Yevon’s doing. How else could one explain that the very person who aided him yesterday, that he would come across once again, would also be someone with considerable talents in the dark arts: an individual that would be an extremely powerful Guardian to have at your side. Guardians were supposed to be those that were close friends or family, someone he could trust completely, but he had no one. Likewise, a Guardian protected those who they cared for, and by all accounts, Cross had no one yet she had the gift of being an extremely powerful Guardian in the making.
He tugged at the collar of his shirt as he seemed to make up his mind but couldn’t find the correct words to voice the idea. He didn’t know if Cross even had a desire to become a Guardian for that matter. He glanced around the café; uncertain as to whether he should ask in such a place. He didn’t want absolute rejection upon his request to be a public display but he also didn’t want to make a scene by asking to speak with her somewhere private. He tugged his pack off his shoulder and set it on the ground before he placed his staff (he really needed to get a better stick) on the table and slipped into the seat across from her. He folded his hands on the table and pulled his eyes up to her mouth and tried to get them to raise to her eyes but couldn’t get the will power to do so just yet.
”So you believe in Fate? That Yevon works in ways we can’t always comprehend at first?” He did and right now it was far clearer the answer than the one he had assumed it was previously. He forced his gaze up and he held eye contact. The request was not something to take so lightly, ”…I wish to ask you to be my Guardian… would you accept?” He felt the urge to flee, to pull his gaze and break the eye contact but he steeled himself and held it in place. He felt tense in that moment; uncertain of how she would react but almost positive she would decline.
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Post by Constantina Cross on Apr 8, 2014 4:54:39 GMT
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| He either seemed shocked she was there or he was developing a stuttering problem. Constantina ignored it all as she continued to read her book and the weird case study it documented. The human psyche was either very weak or very strong depending on how the reader analyzed it; the pink haired woman saw the captured girl as someone weak-willed who was easily overcome by the will of others. The woman in the case was once a devote follower of Yevon but now used machines after being trapped with Al Bheds for so long. It was shameful how weak some people were.
"Did you forget my name? Once again, I am Cross. You are Lezard Roi. It's all very simple to remember," she commented dully as she turned another page.
She didn't look up as he seemed to debate his next move. The woman did hear the chair across from her move and her brow raised when she saw his stick being placed on the table. He was joining her now? Cross sat back in her seat and this time closed her book since she now had company. It would be rude to completely ignore him even though he had rudely invited himself into her table. For a moment, she stared at the male as he seemed to be staring at her, debating inwardly. He stared directly at her though it didn't particularly feel like he was trying to stare her down. Once again her eyes narrowed to make sure he kept his place with her.
"I do not believe in fate and I never understand the way that Yevon works," she replied quickly. Yevon took away her mother and she definitely didn't understand that. People who still used machines existed and they weren't being punished by the divine for such travesties. Nothing worked in the ways that made sense to her.
And not this man made no sense to her.
Her brow raised as he blatantly asked her to become his Guardian. To think someone with intelligence and foresight would be idiotic; she had misjudged him. He was a Summoner that was a complete idiot and wouldn't save this world. His failure seemed to make him realize that and now he was asking a complete and total stranger to take ownership of his life because he almost lost it. It was pitiful!
"Absolutely not."
The cold eye glared at him. It was an idiotic thing to ask and he knew it was an idiotic act but he still stared at her. Slowly she inched closer towards the table. "Why would such an idea cross that head of yours? You seem like an intelligent individual and yesterday you told me how Guardians are close friends and family. I am neither," she pointed out plainly. Such a request shouldn't have been something he pushed upon strangers. How insane and desperate was he? This definitely was not Yevon's will.
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Post by Lezard Roi on Apr 8, 2014 5:11:33 GMT
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| She wasn’t a believer in fate but that didn’t stop him from asking her to become his Guardian. His breath was held and she didn’t even seem to hesitate or need time to think about the question to actually come up with her answer. No. The answer was no and he had expected such an answer but he had at least thought she would take some time to consider the answer rather than completely blowing it off. Of course she would say no. Outside of the temple he had been cared in, he had very little help growing up so why would now be any different? Because he felt Yevon’s Will was at work here? She questioned him why he thought of such an idea and reminded him that Guardians were supposed to be friends or family.
”Yes… they are. More to the point, they are someone a summoner trusts with their life. Someone a summoner feels will be able to protect them and aid them on their pilgrimage. These people are typically close friends and family because trust has already been tested and proved.” That was the best he could describe it; but he was never a summoner before and he was never a guardian so he was theorizing based on what he’s seen and heard. His eyes began to break eye contact but he refocused in his resolve as he leaned closer to the table and his hands moved over to fall upon his staff as he did so.
”…and I feel like you are someone who can rise to the occasion. You aren’t a guardian, but you said you learned magic to be effective. I believe you would make for a powerful guardian. Had you someone in your life that became a summoner, I don’t doubt that you would have used your abilities to protect them. I ask you to be my Guardian because you already demonstrated the ability to protect me. Even before you knew I was a summoner you saw someone weaker being attacked and you intervened. That is a quality I feel I can trust. I was drawn here for a reason, and I thought it was for the temple, but seeing you again, I believe I was drawn to the city for you.” Was that forward? When he thought back on this moment later on in the day he was going to smack his face into the wall at how unbelievably corny that must have sounded. He wasn’t trying to charm her; he was simply explaining his thought process on his decision.
Ugh… words… they never come out right.
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Post by Constantina Cross on Apr 8, 2014 6:54:05 GMT
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| "Correct."
A Summoner likely trusted a friend or a loved one because they knew such people would always look out for him or her. So in the case of asking a total stranger, unless the person found it to be a great honor than the Summoner's life probably wasn't priority. In the case of Constantina and Lezard, she had no reason to protect him unless it served her own cause.
And yet, here was preaching how she should protect him simply because she had powers and would be an effective Guardian. She rolled her eyes as she looked away from the male. Constantina had powers and she would be effective as a Guardian if she chose to become one. However, she had decided simply to use her powers to keep herself safe.
"I am powerful for other reasons," she interjected. While she had told her father that she would one day help some Guardian, nobody she knew had become one. On top of that, she couldn't see herself needing to help some scrawny man that got bullied by strangers. It meant he would be useless on this journey and require her assistance for everything. He probably couldn't cross a street without his hand held.
The pink haired woman had no desire to become a glorified babysitter.
"I didn't study magic to go defend the weak or else I would be a Crusader…and what happened yesterday was merely because they were noisy. I did turn my arts against you as well, if you forgot."
Her father would have loved her to go with him on his quest to defend weaker people. After her mother died, she saw his sacrifice as something idiotic. He helped others but he couldn't help his family in their time of need. He wasn't the person that found her adrift at sea but random fishermen. Her father had failed her and her mother since he chose to protect others over them.
She wasn't looking to follow that path. If anything, Constantina would take action in her own way. When she was powerful enough, she would figure a way to take down Sin herself. She wanted to master her arcane arts then become a Summoner. The woman didn't need someone else to save the world for her; she could cleanse this place of Sin. Her resolve to murder things would guide her since Yevon confused her.
"Typically, even an idiot would not put trust in a woman who nearly murdered them," she pointed out as she leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. Her blue eyes closed themselves as she sat there with a displeased look upon her face. The things he said weren't even things to attract a Guardian; he was complimenting as if they were lovers. What a fool!
"And now you're spouting things that sound like a love confession. I am drawn to this city for you, ha!"
As if she wanted an idiot to be obsessed with her. She wasn't some floozy and he was no prince charming. He wanted her talents with no incentive for her to aid him. Constantina was not into charity work.
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Post by Lezard Roi on Apr 8, 2014 13:29:46 GMT
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| Actually, she never attacked him; not really. She cast a spell in his direction and put a stop to his walking but he hadn’t been harmed in any way by her. Intimidated? Yes. Surprised? Definitely. But she never hurt him despite how upset she may have gotten him. Still, he could tell when he was kicking a dead horse and she wasn’t about to drop everything and become his Guardian. It was a dangerous task, life threatening even, no sane person would want to take on the duty if they could help it; not unless it was for someone they cared about. He knew the gravity of his wishes he bestowed upon her and couldn’t fault her for being against the idea. She struck him as the type that would want to make changes in Spira, the type that would want to stand up against Sin despite how overwhelmingly powerful he truly is.
"And now you're spouting things that sound like a love confession. I am drawn to this city for you, ha!"
At some point he had broken eye contact, he didn’t know when but he didn’t mind it either. ”That was no my intention.” He pulled his staff toward him and bent over to grab his knapsack. He shook his head. He wasn’t going to sit there and continue to try and win her over to being his Guardian. He didn’t have the resolve or right to hope that she would end up changer her mind. It had been her decision and it had a tone of finality within it. He stood up from his seat and hefted the pack over his shoulder. He needed to check to see when the next ship was leaving anyway. If he was lucky, there was one leaving upon his arrival rather than having to wait all day or until tomorrow for one.
”It’s funny… for someone who was clearly offended by what I said yesterday, you aren’t much better than the insult was directed toward. You have a gift, but the only thing you seem to do is to use your powers to attack ‘idiots making noise’ in Bevelle rather than making actual use of the gifts Yevon has granted you.” Sure she had claimed to have left the city on occasion but she never said she did anything significant when she left. In his eyes, she was exactly like he was before he became a summoner. He had White Magic and felt he could be of use to people, and while he did sooth injuries, he also knew that he made very little change in their lives and had absolutely no influence on Spira as a whole.
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Post by Constantina Cross on Apr 8, 2014 14:12:07 GMT
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| It wasn’t his intentions to confess to her romantically and she preferred it to stay that way. A man was useless as himself would never make a suitable mate for any woman. At the most, Lezard could make a nice footstool for a woman that was into abusing men. Constantina never wished for such a thing. Her ideal mate would be intelligent, charismatic, and they would connect on a spiritual level. Their connection would be so deep that he would know that she chose him the instant they met; and nobody would ever stand in the way of her connection.
The thought caused a rather demented giggle to escape her pink lips. The woman smiled happily to herself as she covered her mouth and looked rather amused. Yevon, in his infinite wisdom, knew how dangerous she could be in love and kept such a man far away from her. It was smart; she didn’t need the distraction and her future lover probably wasn’t ready to deal with her tender affection.
Once she accomplished her goals, then perhaps it would be a good time to look for that man.
However, this current man was going to die. Just like yesterday, he said something he shouldn’t have said to her. Her happy expression instantly faded and her hand fall limp to her side. A dark and sinister look gleamed from her blue eyes as she looked down upon the man who was gathering his things. “You have no idea who I am or why I pursued these powers,” she informed him with a deranged look in a tone colder than ice. “To simply thing I go around saving weak and useless men because I am following Yevon’s will is a gross misunderstanding. My powers are not for helping. They are for hurting.” Her expression changed as a twisted smile appeared on her face. She stood up as her hair drooped over her eyes.
“Perhaps you need to experience my true goals first hand. Water…”
There was a flash of darkness in her eyes as the two locked eyes for a moment. Her hand lifted as it did yesterday and a water ball formed. Unlike the other day, she wasn’t attacking a bully but a weak man who got beside himself and dared to judge her. The ball flew at him at lightning speeds and struck his chest, causing him tumble backwards. Another one formed in her hand and this time went low then up, knocking him into the air. Part of her was tempted to finish him off with a lightning bolt and save the world from such a useless Summoner but she held back. She casually watched him flail in the air then get knocked from the platform down to the lower part and land in the ocean.
“I might have been too rough,” she giggled happily as she watched over to the edge and noticed him flailing in the water. “Tee he he he.”
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Post by Lezard Roi on Apr 8, 2014 14:37:23 GMT
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| He pissed her off again but this time he had intended to. It wasn’t like him, to actually instigate someone’s wrath upon him or risk doing so; perhaps having acquired the power of an Aeon had made him a little bit bolder with his choice of words… or maybe he was just an idiot. He wasn’t sure. He also wasn’t one to typically fear water. Having grown up on an island, water was something he was familiar with. He had taken the time to stand in the ocean when his duties for the day were fulfilled and he had finished his studies. He didn’t do much more than stand in the shallows and admire the ocean under a fading sun over the horizon. That being said he also knew that black magic was powerful and he had already got a spectator’s view of what Cross was capable of doing yesterday.
He kind of wished he had learned some sort of defense spell that protected him from magics. They would have been rather useful at the moment. He had the air knocked out of him when the ball of water struck him hard in the chest and pushed him back away. He stumbled for balance as he kept a firm grip on his staff and sack in either hand. Another spell of Water headed his way and he crossed his arms out in front of him as if to protect him in some manner. He hadn’t expected it to dive low and essentially uppercut him; an uppercut if a ball of water was akin to a giant’s fist that is. He felt his form lifted off the ground from the force of the spell and both items that had been grasped in his hands were tossed aside as he was propelled back further.
Her attack, he felt, only proved his point further. He didn’t know why she pursued the powers she did, but at the moment, she wasn’t putting them to good use. She wasn’t doing anything with them other than make her feel superior to others. She was just another person who felt the need to prove their worth by attacking those weaker than her. His head smacked into the edge of the platform painfully before he was enveloped in water. At first he thought he was attacked by another water spell but he slowly came to realize that he had actually fallen into the ocean.
That thing about standing in the ocean back in Kilika? Well… that didn’t teach a person how to swim; and because he spent almost all of his time in studies as a kid, he also hadn’t learned how to properly swim either. He knew he mechanics involved with. Rhythmic actions of the limbs to propel a body toward the surface; but he didn’t seem to have much luck with the whole swimming thing. He also hadn’t anticipated falling into the ocean and hadn’t taken a proper breath either. Weighted down his clothes and his boots making his kicks rather useless in swimming, Lezard sank more than swam. Lack of oxygen caused him to take a natural breath despite how much he fought to do otherwise and he grabbed at his throat under the water as a stream of salt water rushed down his throat and toward his lung; burning all the way down.
There was a feeling of drift in his mind; as if his mind was fluttering away from him. His movements calmed as his energy seemed to be zapped away from him and the world seemed like a far darker place, even under the water.
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Post by Constantina Cross on Apr 8, 2014 15:10:46 GMT
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| He flailed and flailed a bit more before he started sinking. Cross raised a curious brow as she watched the young man drown. He was someone who lived on an island and now he would drown at sea off in his hometown. It was highly amusing. He was going to die because he had no summons to aid him or Guardians to protect him from a deranged woman or even drowning. For a moment, she watched the water bubble where he had once been flail, debating on helping.
If she let him die, she wouldn’t have to deal with him ever coming to belittle her; on the other hand it was quite wrong to kill an idiot just for being an idiot. ” Choices, choices,” she hummed in a slightly amused tone. There were just so many choices to make today. She shrugged as she grabbed his sack and stick and headed down the stairs to go saved the drowned man.
Hours later, he was still sleep. One of the sailors was kind enough to save her idiot brother after she explained he was stupid and thought he could fly. The man even dragged the useless Summoner back to her home before telling her to watch over him a little more. The pink haired woman promised and bid the man a goodbye before sighing and putting the idiot in the guest room to recover. Meanwhile, she went through his belongings just to get a better grasp of who he was and why he was such and disrespectful idiot. The only thing he had were books, mostly about Yevon. He was a devote idiot, looking to continue to do what all people in his position did.
“Making use of the gift Yevon gave me, ha! What a laugh,” she mocked. “This world is full of too many fools rushing to their death.”
The half dead man in the guest room was just as idiotic as her father. He was rushing towards his death. If he somehow succeeded, which she doubted, it just meant he would die. All High Summoners were dead because their life was sacrificed to stop Sin. It was such an endless cycle of hope of the most absolutely useless kind. Someone died for Spira to find peace and then everyone continued to live their lives like normal. Nothing changed and Sin came back.
Sin would always come back if every idiot followed the same path laid out for them.
She didn’t want to become a Guardian and die next to a Summoner that only brought about a Calm. Constantina wished to change the world completely so Sin would never come back and people couldn’t go back to their sinful ways.
Her eyes shifted towards the back of the house when she heard a noise. “Guess the idiot’s up.” She sighed as she went and poured a cup of tea then took it to the room Lezard was resting in. He was awake though he didn’t look all that together. “You drowned. Never figured you couldn’t swim if you spent so long on an island town,” she explained with no empathy. “Someone else saved you. Would you like his name so you can ask him to be your Guardian?”
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Post by Lezard Roi on Apr 8, 2014 15:30:35 GMT
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| His head hurt and his body felt sore. These were all good things. They were signs that since he could feel pain he was alive and when he opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling he simply stared a few moments before he hacked up a long. He supposed someone saw him struggling in the water and dived in to his aid. It was nice to know that some people had the decency to lend a helping hand when it was required. He sat up from the bed and dropped his feet to the floor before a voice broke the silence of the room. He was more than a little surprised to see Cross in the room explaining to him what happened. He drowned, that much he had gathered himself since he assumed it would happen when he realized he couldn’t get to the surface of the water for some air.
Someone else saved him but then why was she there? He would have assumed she’d have left and be done with it and yet here she was, in his room, talking to him after she had tossed him into the ocean. He could feel a bruise on the back of his head where it had met the edge of the platform. Honestly, he didn’t have the energy to deal with her at the moment. He didn’t even know what time it was or if they were even in the same day; he just knew that the woman before him wouldn’t be any aid; well… not in the ways of being a Guardian anyway.
”Where are my things?”’ He questioned after he surveyed the room and failed to locate them. He had planned on just grabbing them so that he could simply leave her alone since that is what she seemed to desire. How did Summoners without people close to them acquire Guardians anyway? They didn’t. There wasn’t a Guardian listing somewhere for them to look for hire.
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Post by Constantina Cross on Apr 8, 2014 16:20:45 GMT
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| “Living room,” she answered plainly. She motioned down the hall since his items were sitting near the door. The woman put the cup of tea down on the nightstand for him and eyed him questionably. “I would not advise you to leave bed for a bit. It is late and you are quite fragile.” He could ignore her warning and go off if he wanted since she had no intentions of stopping him. His health was of little concern. However, someone had bothered to save his life so it would be rude to die by overexerting that weak body of his.
“You can rest here or at the temple. It matters not to me, but all ferries have stopped for the day. You have been unconscious for hours. I am a bit surprised you awoke now,” she commented as she eyed him with her arms folded.
She had no intentions of apologizing and he probably had no intentions of taking back what he said. Like she had suggested, they were two completely opposite people. Her powers weren’t there to help people and that’s what he looked to do as a Summoner. There were more pressing things in this world rather than traveling the world to follow some idiot who couldn’t hold his tongue when it knew it could get him killed.
However, his attitude did strike up something within her. The man was an idiot with resolve; so what was fueling his resolve. “You do not have family or friends, so I assume your family is dead, correct?” she guessed as she stared at the slumped over male. This world had death as a commonplace thanks to Sin. Losing family members was just something that happened and people were expected to move on. Constantina was forced to move on as well as her father.
“Do you think you are using your powers in a way that would make them proud? Do you strive to make them happy even though they are no longer of this world?”
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Post by Lezard Roi on Apr 8, 2014 17:03:40 GMT
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| Good, his stuff was still around and hadn’t been left on the wayside. His pack consisted of what his worldly possessions that he had. It wasn’t a lot and it wasn’t really everything, but it was everything important or necessary for him. He felt a little better knowing it hadn’t been left behind for someone to pick up as well. His eyes drifted to a mug of tea that was set down upon the nightstand for him. At least, he was assuming it was for him; but he also knew that assumptions have been costing him lately. It was comical that she could be killing him one moment and then making him tea the next. He didn’t understand her, but to be fair… he didn’t understand people in general. Now she was offering him to stay where he was, if not the temple, for the night .The boats weren’t operating and he didn’t want to show his face in that temple again until he was certain that he would be able to pass the Aeons.
So he just sat there silently. She questioned him about his family and while it might have been a touchy subject for some people, Lezard had come to terms with it long ago. ”They died ten years ago when we left Bevelle. Sin spawn attack. The church in Kilika took me in.” He explained in monotone as if it wasn’t the most exciting story to share; honestly, he didn’t think it was. His hardships were no different than thousands of others. When she questioned him about whether his parents would be proud of him he shifted his gaze and stared at her for a few moments as if he were trying to figure out what she was getting at exactly.
”My parents hid in the temples for as long as I knew them. They would simply pray, and speak of the teachings of Yevon while they sat idly by not really doing anything to help change the world. I have no doubt in my mind that they would have strived to make me be like them. I don’t strive to make them happy; if anything, I use their example of what I don’t want to be.” He didn’t hate his parents; he just felt that they had wasted a lot of their years wasted in praying to Yevon to aid them in their dark hours.
”That being said, I spent ten years tending to the temple in Kilika; learned White Magic to aid those that came in after being attacked by fiends or harmed by Sin in some way. But then I realized that healing a crusader who was hell bent on battling Sin, or a Guardian devoted to protecting their Summoner, my healing abilities only delay the inevitable. It was an endless cycle. I would heal them, they would leave and get injured again or die. I wasn’t making any impact on the world. I wasn’t changing anything. So, I trained to become a Summoner. I took on the Trials at Kilika two separate occasions and failed, almost died the second time and was banned from entering the Cloister of Trials again. A year and a half later, I still hadn’t given up, took on the trials again and the Fayth heeded my call. Summoners fighting Sin may also be a repeated cycle, but there is always the chance that Sin may not come back after the Final Summoning. And a chance even as small as it may seem, is one worth taking the risk to stop all the attacks. It’s the only thing Spira has against Sin at the moment. If there was another way, I would imagine in the last eight hundred odd years, someone would have come up with it.”
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Post by Constantina Cross on Apr 8, 2014 18:41:59 GMT
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| His parents died but he decided he would do things they didn’t. Lezard was weak and fairly useless but she assumed the only reason he had become a Summoner was out of homage for his parents. The idiot was trying to be helpful, however. “Forgive me, it seems I misjudged you.” The woman leaned back against the wall as she pressed her head back and listened to his tale.
He spent years studying and training, hoping to do good in the world after his parents’ death. Eventually he realized it was all useless because no matter how many people he healed, they were all destined to get hurt and die because they ran back to fight Sin; it was inevitable those people died because Sin couldn’t be stopped. While Constantina understood his notion, she didn’t follow the same logic. It was an endless cycle because even if Sin was defeated, there would be a few years before it came back. Sin always came back because this whole had those that would commit sin.
Even those who followed Yevon’s teachings allowed themselves to enjoy sin because most loved blitzball and that sport used machines. This world had sin at every turn and needed to change to get rid of the cycle. He simply wished to repeat this cycle of fighting Sin in hopes it worked. It was just as useless in the end as the Crusaders fighting Sin Spawns or Guardians that were healed after one battle just to die in the next.
Constantina sighed heavily. He wouldn’t realize such a useless cycle unless he was on it and died. Once his spirit left his body, he would probably see how useless it all was. Sharing her ideas wouldn’t work since he was so resolved to fighting Sin and attempting to help the world because he held onto the hope that things would change; but like he said, change didn’t happen unless someone did something.
“No, I agree. Most things in life that are worth something require great risk and tons of sacrifice. Ten years ago, my mother died and I felt like you did at one point,” she replied in a deep and dark tone. Her deep blue eyes slowly opened as they shifted down at the man. They had such similar stories but they were complete opposites. “Then I got older and decided I wouldn’t be satisfied if I sacrificed myself and so many others for just a few years of peace. Especially if that peace only led to people becoming lazy and embracing sin until their actions gave birth to Sin once again.”
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Post by Lezard Roi on Apr 8, 2014 18:59:58 GMT
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| She agreed with him on some accounts but not on others. Her logic was Sin was born and would continue to be reborn because people were always going to be sinning; however, the use of forbidden machina had been what was the cause of his arrival; or so it was claimed. The teachings did dictate what machina was allowed to be used by the people of Spira. There were always those that would hunger to use the forbidden machina however and because of that Sin is reborn. That was the most rundown and basic idea behind the teachings of Yevon. Most of the Yevonites followed the teachings by the letter, and while Lezard was a firm believer in the teachings, he also knew that the Teachings of Yevon were written down by man. That meant there was flaws in the teachings. The problem with him being one of those types that didn’t question anything was that he had thing called ‘thoughts’. He had annoyed priests on more than one occasions when he would ask clarification on how things worked logically in the teachings.
”The belief that Sin is reborn because of the people of Spira still sin is something written in the Teachings. However, I like to believe the Teachings are more of a… guidelines than actual rules we must follow. Who wrote the Teachings? Yevon didn’t write them. Someone who believed in Yevon wrote down the Teachings, and their belief of what is right has become something we all believe we must follow in order to attain an impossible purity as a whole. I believe in the Teachings, but I also know they have flaws, and because of that, I believe that Sin doesn’t simply come back because we are still sinning. Which is why I think one day, a Final Summoning will truly put him to rest. But if all summoners fall to your train of thought of ‘why bother when he comes back anyway?’ then there is no hope of that happening at all. Perhaps if I complete my pilgrimage Sin will come back, but again, perhaps it won’t. But it’s the only tool we have, and we must use it. I also know that I can't complete my pilgrimage on my own. Not as I am right now. However with no one able to help, I won't let it stop me. There's always ways around obstacles. I will simply find a way around this one as well.”
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