|
|
Human
Death comes for all of us eventually, but if you keep this up it might come for you soon.
|
|
|
I AM A FEMALE!
JOB CLASS: BLACK MAGE!
PLAYED BY CROSS!
|
|
|
|
Member is Offline
|
BLACK MAGE
|
Post by Constantina Cross on Apr 7, 2014 2:54:16 GMT
COnstantina Cross
|
| It was a lovely afternoon in Bevelle; the clouds were high in the sky and the weather was divine. On days like this, it was so apparently Yevon watched over the world and gifted them with small miracles that everyone could appreciate. At the same time, some could argue if Yevon wished to keep them all happy and safe then why did Sin attack cities instead of those Al Bhed who went against his teachings and damned this world? The pink haired woman didn't care to dwell upon such things for too long since today was a nice day to study outside. She had gathered a few books and went out towards the park for a nice relaxing time.
For a few hours, she had been much too busy to notice the world as she read. Studying was rather important for increasing her powers, and Constantina's one true goal was to get strong. One day, she would volunteer herself to help a Summoner travel this world and would have to protect the pure soul. That Summoner would vanquish this world of Sin and hopefully the Calm would last forever. It was probably something everyone with power dreamed of so they didn't have to live in constant fear. Fear wasn't something she enjoyed. It had been in her childhood much too often and she refused to let that emotion exist in her adult life.
Constantina was nearly done with her first book when she heard a loud noise that made her look up. Some men were acting like idiots, taunting some smaller man for no apparent reason in her eyes. Grumbling, the pink haired woman rolled her eyes and attempted to go back to her book but they were being much too loud. For a few seconds, she debated on what to do before closing the book and standing up. Slowly, she approached the group and started at the man who looked to be the leader. "I advise you to leave before I am forced to make you leave," Constantina muttered coldly as her icy blue stare made the man freeze.
For a moment they locked eyes but he didn't reach. He held some staff in his hand but he hadn't returned it to the frail man they had been teasing. After a few more seconds, she found herself too annoyed by his obvious defiance and raised her hand. "Water." A water ball appeared in her hand then shot out towards the man and knocked him on the ground and the staff fell out of his hands. Her eyes shifted towards his friends.
"I advise you all to run, now…"
|
|
|
|
|
Human
First rule of engagement, know your enemy.
|
|
|
Member is Offline
|
WHITE MAGE
|
Post by Lezard Roi on Apr 7, 2014 3:28:03 GMT
Lezard roi
|
| He immediately headed toward the shop with a knapsack tossed over his shoulder and staff (branch) in one hand. With what little he had, he bought a meager supply of potions to help him on his way. The small pack he was carrying was also full with his spare jacket, a few changes of clothes, a small supply of food, water, and a few books (one of them a study of monster anatomy that he had felt important to bring along). Someone born in Bevelle and having been gone for ten years should have felt a sense of nostalgia or as if they had finally returned ‘home’. Unfortunately he was young back then and the city was as foreign to him as he was to it. He didn’t know his way around and he had been lucky just to find the shop. Somehow he had made it all the way to Bevelle from Kilika without trouble with a combination of a good navigational sense and knowing better to pick a fight with fiends.
Maybe if he was lucky he would be able to avoid confrontation throughout the entire pilgrimage and be able to finish it sooner rather than later. He pulled his sack in front of him and started rummaging through the contents while he continued to walk; a foolish mistake on his part really, and ended up smacking into someone. They didn’t seem too fazed, but simply annoyed; however he ended up falling down and was quick with an apology. When he reached for his staff (stick… it was a stick) the male picked it up and questioned why he needed a walking stick. ”It’s my staff. Please return it.” When he reached for it the male laughed and pushed him back toward one of his friends who simply pushed him forward once more and caused the Summoner to fall onto the ground.
Lezard simply got himself up into a sitting position and bowed his head while the circle of older boys taunted and laughed. Occasionally he felt his staff being bopped on his head and Lezard continued to sit there with no outward reaction of being affected in anyway. He was used to bullying and learned a long time ago that bullies would eventually grow bored if you didn’t fight back, or react, and simply allowed them to do whatever they desired. That was what he was hoping for this time; that is until someone decided to step forward and intervene. ”It’s alright.” He tried to reassure the good Samaritan but the moment the words left his mouth the male holding his staff captive was struck with magic and his staff clattered to the ground. There was a brief threat and the other boys quickly scurried away. Lezard picked up his staff and them himself from the ground before he dusted himself off. The white jacket he was brandishing had picked up some of the dirt on the ground but he would take care of it later.
He turned toward his rescuer, gave her a quick glance so he could know her face before his eyes drifted to her shoulder where he felt more comfortable keeping his eyes rather than locked onto hers. ”Thank you for your assistance, miss. In truth, I wasn’t sure what to do.” He bowed in gratitude. He couldn’t have very well called out Ifrit in hopes the Aeon would take care of the bullies for him.
|
|
|
|
|
Human
Death comes for all of us eventually, but if you keep this up it might come for you soon.
|
|
|
I AM A FEMALE!
JOB CLASS: BLACK MAGE!
PLAYED BY CROSS!
|
|
|
|
Member is Offline
|
BLACK MAGE
|
Post by Constantina Cross on Apr 7, 2014 3:39:19 GMT
Constantina Cross
Words: 367
Tag: Lezard
Note: ---
|
| "The simplest answer would be to carry a better weapon," she pointed out as her arms folded and she looked down about the man. He was perhaps an inch taller than her but her eyes were full of judgment. The weapon looked flimsy and at best, it could best a rat. Anything bigger or stronger would destroy the little stick as well as its owner.
"I suggest a dagger. Stabbing someone who attempts to bully you would speak volumes about your intentions."
Actually, she didn't know what his intentions were; perhaps he was an idiot and he was looking for such taunting. The man was sitting on the ground letting the other tease him about easily broken weapon. She moaned disapprovingly as she shook her head in disgust at the thought. Spira was full of so many people and they all seemed to be idiots not worth her time. "I would advise you to people stronger than you, but somehow, I think that would force you to live on a rock in the middle of the ocean. Such a fate I would not even wish upon someone like you." And by someone like him, she meant weak and useless. Still, the ocean was deadly and Sin lurked within it. As much as she loathed idiots, she didn't wish for Sin to claim more souls. She hated that beast.
Her icy blue glare shifted from the male back towards the man on the ground. He was starting to get up and he didn't look to pleased. Constantina pushed the frail male out of the way as she stood in front of brute. "You are still here. Are you looking to test me?" she questioned with a raised brow. It took all of two seconds before he ran off in the same direction his friends had retreated. They were all idiots. The woman looked disgusted before she shook her head again. At least it was quiet now.
"I doubt they will even attempt to look in your direction again. Now if you will excuse me, I have books to return to."
And like that, her act of kindness was over and she went back to ignoring the world.
|
|
|
|
|
Human
First rule of engagement, know your enemy.
|
|
|
Member is Offline
|
WHITE MAGE
|
Post by Lezard Roi on Apr 7, 2014 3:51:48 GMT
Lezard roi
|
| Yeah, a better weapon would help only if he knew how to handle any type of weapon. ”I’m a healer… not a fighter.” Well… he was also a summoner so he supposed he would have to fight eventually; or rather, his Aeon would be required to fight. He could always fight off fiends for Lezard but the summoner wasn’t too keen on the idea of using an Aeon against another human being. Not one that was simply doing some innocent bullying. Whoever this woman was, she seemed more intent on trying to convince him to either get a better weapon or go around people who weren’t stronger than him.
He frowned. Lezard wasn’t exactly a pacifist but he was also not the type to fight unless he was absolutely required to. He always felt there was more than one way to deal with an obstacle that it wouldn’t require absolute brute force to get it done. Be it through another action or a simple phrasing of words. He was certain there was always another way to deal with things. Unless it was fiends then there were only two options: run or fight. So far he didn’t have to choose either option as he managed to all out avoid them in his short travel so far.
There was a momentarily distraction as Lezard was pushed out of the way and the pink haired woman moved in on the male who had been bullying him moments ago. It didn’t take long for her intimidation to scare the boy off and she looked ready to leave. ”Wait…” Mentally he berated himself. Why did he ask her to wait? It was a moment of panic; he wasn’t sure what possessed him to call out to her. His mind worked out for an excuse quickly, ”I’m… looking for the Temple of Bevelle. Could you perhaps point me in the right direction? I’m here to take the trials.” Bevelle was said to house one of the strongest Aeons around; if he could convince that fayth to aid him on pilgrimage than he should have rather smooth sailing from this point on, right?
|
|
|
|
|
Human
Death comes for all of us eventually, but if you keep this up it might come for you soon.
|
|
|
I AM A FEMALE!
JOB CLASS: BLACK MAGE!
PLAYED BY CROSS!
|
|
|
|
Member is Offline
|
BLACK MAGE
|
Post by Constantina Cross on Apr 7, 2014 4:16:15 GMT
Constantina Cross
Words: 375
Tag: Lezard
Note: ---
|
| He called on her to wait, causing her to stop and turn around. Once again, her arms folded as she glared at the young man with a rather intimidating look. Constantina had no issues waiting, but she didn't particularly care to stand there like an idiot because an idiot wished her to. She had several better things to do than chat with a man who allowed himself to be bullied simply because he was a healer. It was such a silly excuse and she would heard none of it.
He was looking for directions to the Temple. Her eyes shifted to the obvious temple since it was the largest structure within town. How much of an idiot was this man? On top of that, he wished to go to the Temple because he wanted to take the trials. Oddly, there was only one reason someone would head to the temple to take a trial but there was several things missing from this equation. Scanning the area, she looked around for people that might be his companions but saw no one coming in this direction to talk to him.
"You're not a fighter but a healer, and you're traveling alone," she surmised from the apparent evidence. If he was a healer that didn't believe in fighting, she was sure he was going to be a very dead Summoner soon.
Wait, he was a Summoner. The woman eyed him closer as she took a step forward and grabbed his white robe and pinched it. "You are a very scrawny Summoner who's going to die soon," she pointed out without a hint of tact or remorse. This definitely wasn't the place for someone as weak looking as him to come to; and Summoners were supposed to have Guardians. She shook her head at the thought. It was none of her concern, so who was she to stop him from marching straight to his death.
"Do you see the large temple that's clearly visible from this location? That would be the place you are looking for. If you get lost, remember it is straight ahead of you and if you suddenly do not see it, it is because you turned into the opposite direction. Good luck, and good bye."
|
|
|
|
|
Human
First rule of engagement, know your enemy.
|
|
|
Member is Offline
|
WHITE MAGE
|
Post by Lezard Roi on Apr 7, 2014 4:30:30 GMT
Lezard roi
|
| Okay, perhaps asking her for directions was the best course of action. She didn’t look too pleased that he had actually asked for her assistance and it was a reminder as to why he usually minded his own business by keeping his mouth shut. He had just witness the woman take care of a group of men on her own and now her frustration was directed at him as he had clearly overstepped her good graces by the looks of things. He slowly gave a nod of his head as an affirmative to her observation. He wasn’t a fighter and he was, indeed, traveling alone at the moment. Guardians were people summoners could trust and those people tended to be close friends or family; neither of which he had at the moment.
Something seemed to click in the woman’s mind because she advanced on him and he took a couple of steps back to keep distance but she seemed quicker as she pinched at his white robe. She informed him that he was going to die soon. He swallowed hard and fought the urge to comment at such a response. He wasn’t stupid; however. There was a reason Summoners didn’t travel alone and it was because the pilgrimage was dangerous. He would need people to aid him in his journey eventually but he felt Yevon would send him someone to his aid when he finally hit that crossroad.
"Do you see the large temple that's clearly visible from this location? That would be the place you are looking for. If you get lost, remember it is straight ahead of you and if you suddenly do not see it, it is because you turned into the opposite direction. Good luck, and good bye."
He took a step away to give them both more room, ”Thank you…” He drew out and stared after her as she started walking away. He licked his lips for a moment and before he could stop himself, he felt himself commenting after her retreating form, ”Better I die as one of the few attempting to defeat Sin then just be another victim who didn’t have the courage to take the risks and wait for someone else to do it.” He picked up his bag from the ground and shouldered it. Even if he had to do this pilgrimage on his own, he still wouldn’t back down. He turned his sights toward the Bevelle Temple and headed toward it. He’ll pray for the Fayth to aid him at Bevelle first, and then he would head toward temples that required him to travel through far more dangerous territories.
|
|
|
|
|
Human
Death comes for all of us eventually, but if you keep this up it might come for you soon.
|
|
|
I AM A FEMALE!
JOB CLASS: BLACK MAGE!
PLAYED BY CROSS!
|
|
|
|
Member is Offline
|
BLACK MAGE
|
Post by Constantina Cross on Apr 7, 2014 5:03:03 GMT
Constantina Cross
Words: 410
Tag: Lezard
Note: ---
|
| Her eyes went annoyance to pure age; she suddenly felt disrespected by his words. Did he think she wasn't brave enough? Constantine would give her life to rid this world of Sin. She could happily become an Aeon and suffer having her soul never finding rest if it meant there would be vengence for her mother and this world could survive even if it was full of idiots. The brooding woman stood there with her eyes shut tightly as she fought back every urge to kill him. The attempt ended in failure as her hand reached out in the direction he walked off towards.
"Blizzard," she muttered coldly as her icy blue eyes opened.
Ice shards sprang from the ground blocking his way as a rather demented woman started walking towards him. "Do you have courage to face death?" she said in the coldest of manners. "Everyone eventually dies, but you think you are brave simply because you wish to defeat Sin?" There were a number of people in this world that wished to defeat Sin. The Crusaders were looking for ways to stop the beast and help people who suffered because of Sin. There were more than a handful of Summoners in this world that went on pilgrimages looking to become the next High Summoner. If anything, there was never an shortage of people that wanted that creature dead!
"How many others have done the same?"
The moment the man faced her, the ice barrier cracked and shattered though the crowd of people that had seen such a display of power had already dissipated. The world might have been full of idiots, but it was quite easy to tell it wasn't safe to stick around a woman who was going crazy and using magic so openly on a weakling like him. Somehow, Constantine had managed to hold back. He was still alive but part of her was enraged by letting him live. He was an idiot proclaiming he simply was doing what others were too scared to do but it was a lie. Whatever high and mighty throne he was sitting on in his head she looked to throw him off!
"A dead Summoner doesn't bring about the Calm this world is praying for. And you will not even make it to such a point of facing Sin if you are foolish enough to rush towards death by calling yourself courageous when you are nothing more than ill prepared."
|
|
|
|
|
Human
First rule of engagement, know your enemy.
|
|
|
Member is Offline
|
WHITE MAGE
|
Post by Lezard Roi on Apr 7, 2014 5:32:57 GMT
Lezard roi
|
| Suddenly a wall of ice was blocking his path and he felt a wave of confusion fill him as he thought about where such a thing could have come from. He shifted his sights toward the woman and saw her anger in her eyes. Again he had said something foolish to tick her off. When she questioned him if he had the courage to face death he kept his answer to himself at first. Which was good considering he felt like he wouldn’t have been able to get a word in edgewise anyway as she continued on with her tirade. Yeah, he really did need to re-learn to keep his mouth shut; especially around women who seemed to have short temper.
”I don’t need courage to accept death.” As she said, everyone died eventually. How one chose to spend their days of life is what defined the value they were worth on Spira. To be able to say he was involved with an attempt to defeat Sin was worthwhile. Far better than prolonging a person’s suffering as he had been doing as a mere white mage.
It was somewhere toward the end of her tirade that it dawned on him why she was suddenly upset with his comment. ”I’m afraid you misinterpret my comment. I held no malcontent toward your person. An individual of your skills must have done something worthy of recognition than to simply aid me previously. No… the comment was in regards to those who feel the need to harass those they feel weaker than themselves because they are too afraid do something about it.” The group of individuals who had been harassing him were a prime example of such a thing. They had no reason to act as such toward Lezard; other than any self-consciousness or doubts they held for one another and the only way to better their psychological balance would be to demonstrate some form of dominance or control. In that instance it was to gain recognition as a superior individual. Something Lezard learned not to even acknowledge or participate in such a game.
He shifted his eyes slowly toward the woman’s eyes and managed to hold it for a good two seconds before they fell back upon his shoulder where it was far more comfortable, ”I am well advised in how ill-prepared I am for the Pilgrimage. I have just started. A Summoner brings with them their Guardians: people they trust. Be it their close friends or family they have someone to help them on their journey. I have neither; however, I have the gift and I could not simply allow myself to waste the gift. Yevon guides all of us and when the time comes, he too will guide aid to my side. And if the time shall come, when no aid arrives, and I am left wasted upon the side, I will have at least felt I tried. Yevon’s Will is for me to journey on a pilgrimage and that’s what I intend to do; even alone if I must. You likely know such things and have heard it from your own summoner already.” Someone who knew the ways of dark magics would be a powerful Guardian to have and as such, he assumed she was just that. A guardian. She seemed to have a strong enough opinion to know that he was going to fail as a summoner so she must have traveled with one in the past or present.
|
|
|
|
|
Human
Death comes for all of us eventually, but if you keep this up it might come for you soon.
|
|
|
I AM A FEMALE!
JOB CLASS: BLACK MAGE!
PLAYED BY CROSS!
|
|
|
|
Member is Offline
|
BLACK MAGE
|
Post by Constantina Cross on Apr 7, 2014 14:30:20 GMT
Constantina Cross
Words:582
Tag: Lezard
Note: ---
|
| He hadn't meant to upset her; anyone wanting to live a long and prosperous life never meant to upset the short tempered woman because it would end disastrous. Constantina wasn't one to hold back simply because people were stupid and had a hard time learning lessons. Her power gave her the ability to teach idiots; that man she shot with the water ball was a good example of her powers teaching someone a hard to learn lesson.
This man was simply stating people like those idiots she chased off had no place in this world. They had next to no power so they had to abuse those weaker simply to feel empowered. Such men knew they couldn't do anything and that terrible despair drove them to force others to share in their pain. The woman raised a brow as all his points were valid. When a human couldn't control their own life, they looked to establish dominance over something else just to have some sense of control. It was a pitiful thing only weak-minded people did. Those men were obvious weak-minded fools but it seemed the scrawny man she saved had a brain.
He looked directly in her eyes before they narrowed causing him to shy away. Constantina wasn't one to be stared down by any other person. Her arms went back to their folded position as he went on to explain things again. He was a friendless, family-less man. For that, she could relate. Friends were useless creatures in her life, but all the ones she made as a child were dead. Her mother also found that same watery grave all the people she knew had embraced more than a decade ago. His confession didn't pull at any heartstring or make her wish to become his friend so he wasn't alone in the world. She was not a sentimental fool like that.
His resolve did peak her interests. At twelve years old, she found that same passion and had thrown herself into the dark arts. It was a very dangerous path full of loneliness and self sacrifice but it provided her with the ability to overcome obstacles. Never again would she be a weak child too scared to act; and this man, he wouldn't be too scared to act either even though his current standings meant a guaranteed death.
"Yevon's Will?" she said with a twisted smile.
She heard those same words spoken to her as to why her father had to leave the moment she woke up from her coma. Yevon's Will was rather cruel at times and had people marching on to their deaths. The pink haired woman shook her head once again; she needed to settle down. "Then let me embrace Yevon's Will and escort you." She moved ahead to grab her books from her resting place then motioned for him to follow along. The path was obvious, but now that she felt a little respect for him, she could do as he requested and show him to the temple. It was the largest building in Bevelle and everyone ended there to pray in one form or another. It might be considered sad to walk a man to his final resting place but maybe Yevon would reward his resolve and show him a way.
"By the way, I am no one's Guardian. I am not family or friends with someone who has heard Yevon's calling. I am simply someone who studies the black arts and uses them effectively."f
|
|
|
|
|
Human
First rule of engagement, know your enemy.
|
|
|
Member is Offline
|
WHITE MAGE
|
Post by Lezard Roi on Apr 7, 2014 15:00:43 GMT
Lezard roi
|
| It would seem that somewhere along the way of his discussion he had managed to actually satisfy the woman so that she wasn’t so angry with him anymore. There wasn’t a tension in the air that made him feel like she would attack him at any given instant. He had a feeling that she wouldn’t have directly attacked him; not after learning he was a summoner. That was due to the fact that he had assumed she was a Guardian and as such, Guardians tended to have some manner of respect toward other summoners. He never heard of a Guardian attacking a summoner that wasn’t their own, not unless it was absolutely necessary.
He firmly believed Yevon’s Will would guide him through the tough times and would deliver him the aid required. He had heard the calling and rose to the occasion… it took him three times at Kilika to actually succeed but he had done it. He was not so easily put off from his mission that he would abandon what he felt was his only path he could walk. He would be glad to sacrifice himself if it brought about the Calm. There was always the chance that his Calm could bring about one that was eternal. Sin was their punishment for their actions in the past. The people of Spiral have dealt with Sin for almost nine hundred years; surely they have repented by now.
”Then let me embrace Yevon’s Will and escort you.”
He felt something tighten in his chest at the offer. He wasn’t sure if she was teasing him or truly desired to aid him. He felt her separate from his presence and for a moment the form he was looking at disappeared and he was left staring at the ground. Slowly his eyes drifted up and settled on her retreating form. She picked something up from the ground before she motioned for him to follow. He remained motionless for a second longer before he pushed himself forward and allowed himself to follow the dangerous woman.
She wasn’t a Guardian. She was alone in the world much like he was and took the spare time to study the Dark Arts so that she could use them.. quite effectively in his opinion. ”I’m sorry. I presumed…based on your skills.” Despite her temper and the tone she used throughout the interaction; he had assumed she would have had a friend or family who had stepped up to become a summoner. In the back of his mind he felt perhaps she had been bitter because perhaps that person had ended up dying on their pilgrimage as well; which would explain how with such conviction she could state that he would end up dying on route.
That was not the case. She was simply alone and knew black magic. He walked behind her form as he shifted his gaze to the ground, to her shoes, and continued to walk forward. This was it, he was heading toward Bevelle Temple and there he would acquire a new Aeon; perhaps a stronger Aeon. Ifrit was indeed a powerful Aeon in its own right but there were always ones out there even stronger.
It occurred to him that he had never properly introduced himself and he wasn’t sure if she was even interested in knowing his name. He shook his head and lifted his gaze to her back, ”Lezard Roi.” He stated and waited a moment or two, ”I was born in Bevelle actually. But hadn’t been here since I was a small child. I came from Kilika, where I became a summoner.”
|
|
|
|
|
Human
Death comes for all of us eventually, but if you keep this up it might come for you soon.
|
|
|
I AM A FEMALE!
JOB CLASS: BLACK MAGE!
PLAYED BY CROSS!
|
|
|
|
Member is Offline
|
BLACK MAGE
|
Post by Constantina Cross on Apr 7, 2014 18:29:38 GMT
Constantina Cross
Words: 348
Tag: Lezard
Note: ---
|
| "It was a fair assumption," she replied in a nonchalant tone. To be mistaken for a Guardian didn't bother her. There was simply no Summoner she knew that would ask her such a thing. On top of that, she didn't know of a person she wished to protect. The city of Bevelle was holy and a part of all Summoners' pilgrimage but she didn't go running towards each and every man and woman to take her along. While she wished to do her part to save this world, Constantina knew her part didn't include finding some random person and following them.
If she followed people at random, they would be likely be idiots and she would kill the Summoner instead of letting some fiend. If she wished to become a Guardian than she would need to find someone she connected with; but that was nearly impossible. Her soul was complex and nobody truly could connect with her.
He introduced himself and she nodded; they were acting civil now so she needed to play along too. "I am Cross," she replied back. Her first name was reserved for family members and others she trusted. Cross was a good name and fit her rather well. The pink haired woman's personality fit her surname more than perfectly. "I was born in a town that no longer exists here. I moved here when that city vanished and began my training here. Our lives seem to be complete opposites," she replied still in a civil tone as she glanced back at him. It wasn't that strange to meet people with similar stories. The world was vast and there was little need to stay in one place.
At the same time, most people flocked away out of fear of Sin attacking.
"Bevelle has not changed since you left; while it might be vast everything here is stagnant."
This world was following the same cycle and had been following it for several years now. It was trapped in the cycle because of Sin. One day, she hoped that abomination would be gone from this world.
|
|
|
|
|
Human
First rule of engagement, know your enemy.
|
|
|
Member is Offline
|
WHITE MAGE
|
Post by Lezard Roi on Apr 7, 2014 18:43:22 GMT
Lezard roi
|
| Cross. Her name was Cross. There was some irony in such fitting name for the woman; one that peaked the barest of grins upon his lips. The woman was certainly cross with people from what he could tell and the fact that it ended up being her name made her a little less intimidating; perhaps due to the slight humor he found in it. Of course, the absence of a surname did cross his mind but he didn’t think to question it. For all he knew, ‘Cross’ could have been a name she made up for the sake of not wanting him to know of it. She mentioned having lived in one of the towns that had been completely wiped out by Sin; at least, it was a fair assumption for him to make as the town no longer existed and the only time a town disappeared was when their punishment came about.
”I wouldn’t say ‘completely opposite’.” From what he had gathered they both had lost people and neither one of them had others around them at the moment. His gaze drifted toward the book she was carrying along with her and marked ‘reading’ down as another thing they had in common. She may not be as much of an avid reader as he and there was no guarantee that their tastes in literature measured up to be similar but the fact remained that they both read on occasion. There were a lot of people that could find the time out of their busy schedules to just simply sit down and read. He imagined the book was something to do with the dark arts, which meant she was studying, something he did an excessive amount of. She had mentioned she had dedicated a lot of time into learning the Black Magics in order to use it effectively: he did the same with White Magic although he wouldn’t claim to be just as effective with White Magic as she was clearly with Black Magic.
”It may not have changed by I scarcely remember it. Even before I left, most of my time was spent in the temple.” He couldn’t recall a time in Bevelle that he was out roaming the streets, playing with children, or going to some public schooling system. No… he was tutored by his parents and the priests. His parents were avid believers in Yevon nnd he had a feeling they were trying to mold him to be some form of religious leader to the people of Spira. That’s what he’d like to believe anyway. He wasn’t one for leading; however, he wasn’t inspirational in anyway. Perhaps if he succeeded as a summoner that would be different but at the moment he barely knew how to speak with people. ”How long have you been in Bevelle?”
|
|
|
|
|
Human
Death comes for all of us eventually, but if you keep this up it might come for you soon.
|
|
|
I AM A FEMALE!
JOB CLASS: BLACK MAGE!
PLAYED BY CROSS!
|
|
|
|
Member is Offline
|
BLACK MAGE
|
Post by Constantina Cross on Apr 7, 2014 19:33:24 GMT
Constantina Cross
Words: 435
Tag: Lezard
Note: ---
|
| If he spent most of his time at the temple then it should have been easy to find his way back to a temple. It was like if she returned to her village and it was restored to its former glory, she could easily find her way back to her house. There were just some things that were supposed to stick within one's memories. Her blue eyes once again glanced at him before a light giggle escaped her lips. "I wonder, how fond are those childhood memories within the temple if you can't remember your way," she suggested. People who forgot things usually never wished to remember them; either they were bad memories or they just weren't important to him.
"This time, however, different memories should be made. Life changing ones…"
He wouldn't simply be praying because as a follower of Yevon it was proper for him to pray. This time he needed to pray in order to receive a blessing and summon the spirit of the Aeon that rested within this temple. Constantina had no idea what it was like to pray for an Aeon but she assumed it was more memorable than anything that happened in his childhood. After all, it wasn't a common thing to be blessed with such a powerful spirit to watch over a person.
The small talk continued as they made their way through the small crowds. Naturally, people seemed to move out of her way without her saying a word. There was something about the way Cross carried herself that made lesser beings avoid her path; it was less of a hassle that way. "I've lived here over ten years. On occasions I've taken trips to other places but leaving the city is always… stressful." Her lips turned into a frown as she thought about it for a moment. Stressful was code for being on a boat caused her legs to go numb and her brain to stop working. Once again, she was nothing but a child paralyzed with fear being out in the ocean.
"Bevelle has everything a person needs so I rarely need to leave. However, there is a Crusader I know traveling the world and doing good. I occasionally have urges to make sure that person isn't dead."
Cross shrugged it all off. Her father was an adult and more than capable of caring for himself but she still wondered. He wrote on occasions to tell her about his journeys but sometimes she had the urge to ensure he was truly fine with her own eyes.
"How long were you in Kilika?"
|
|
|
|
|
Human
First rule of engagement, know your enemy.
|
|
|
Member is Offline
|
WHITE MAGE
|
Post by Lezard Roi on Apr 7, 2014 20:13:02 GMT
Lezard roi
|
| Memories weren’t unpleasant but they were memorable really. There were strong points in his memories that stuck with him as important. It was a lot of reading and a lot of watching his parents as they prayed for Yevon to save Spira from Sin. His parents prayed a lot but they never really did anything to try and aid Spira; at least, not that he could remember as a child. He couldn’t recall them lifting a finger in aid for another aside from speaking of the Teachings of Yevon to others. They hid in the temple a lot and as a result, he did as well. His timid nature was likely due to the fact that both his parents had been as such. Day in and day out they would have a routine that they followed and nothing ever really changed up until the day they died. That was the problem with his parents… there was only desire for change at the expense of other people.
She had been in Bevelle for a little over ten years but she at least left the city on occasion. When he arrived in Kilika, the most he ever did was travel about the mainland. He supposed it wouldn’t be so much of a surprise since going anywhere involved having to get on a boat and traveling there seeing how Kilika was an island. He never had the finances to do such a thing but the priests that had helped raise him and care for him had giving him Gil for the fare. She knew a crusader out there fighting the good fight; he couldn’t say he knew any crusaders personally; however, he knew their value in Yevon. They struggled and fought to protect the people of Spira. They weren’t trying to defeat Sin really, but they were trying to keep him at bay long enough to allow civilians to get away. It was another endless cycle with the Crusaders, they would hold off Sin as long as possible (likely dying in the process) and those unwilling to pick up a sword or any other weapon were free to escape.
That was something he wished never to be: one of those needing to be saved by those strong and brave enough to fight Sin and ultimately being the cause of their deaths. He didn’t want anyone dying for him again really. ”Oh…um… Ten years…almost eleven. This is my first time off the island. After I acquired an Aeon the priests at the temple gave me Gil for the boat fare. I spent much of my time cleaning the temple and didn’t really have any money to speak of except for enough to get by.” He did save up some Gil, but it hadn’t’ been enough for a boat fare. ”I was originally going to go to Besaid Island; however… something pulled me here. A feeling. Perhaps Yevon’s guidance wanted me to return to my home before I set out on my pilgrimage.”
|
|
|
|
|
Human
Death comes for all of us eventually, but if you keep this up it might come for you soon.
|
|
|
I AM A FEMALE!
JOB CLASS: BLACK MAGE!
PLAYED BY CROSS!
|
|
|
|
Member is Offline
|
BLACK MAGE
|
Post by Constantina Cross on Apr 7, 2014 21:50:13 GMT
Constantina Cross
Words: 505
Tag: Lezard
Note: ---
|
| "Besaid?" she repeated.
This was quite a long way from the small ocean town. It was rather interesting how he had plans and yet ended up in a place completely different from where he wanted to be. She had no idea why he would come to such a place if he wished to start his journey somewhere so remote. Perhaps he realized he wouldn't make money cleaning temples in such a small town, or it could have been he was an idiot like she assume and he took the wrong boat to the wrong place.
Or this really was Yevon guiding him? Constantina shrugged; she had no idea what would make him come here. This place was important but she had no idea how important one temple was compared to another. If she had been chosen for the path of a Summoner, she wasn't sure where to start or for what reasons. One thing was for sure, she was sure she wouldn't have been so ill prepared as Lezard.
"Well then, perhaps it was Yevon's will you return home?"
She stopped to look back at him for a moment. There was a reason for everything but for him, perhaps he was someone who followed instincts and one told him to return home. Bevelle was vast and there were reasons to come. "As homage to the true start of your journey or perhaps he wants to put you to work here in some fashion or form," she suggested with a shrug. Constantina didn't know and she didn't pretend like she understood yevon's guidance or anything like that. It was tricky because there was always the thought of why would Yevon let good people die and stuff when those who did wrong existed and lived.
How far was it for devote followers to die while those like the Al Bhed still lived in with their abominations?
Why would he not protect them and destroy his true enemies? Did he wish for all the world to exterminate them and their machines? Thoughts like that ticked within her head.
Turning around, she once again finished their journey to the temple. It was in view but she would take him to the doors so he could at least by fine on his way through the city. Inside, he would be alone even though he knew he needed a guardian. It was such an idiotic move.
"Bevelle is a very important place; it is the center of our world. It is the place where the great Maesters meet and attempt to keep this world safe."
This city was very important to the world. She hadn't realized how important of a city she lived in until she was a late teen. Children were always ignorant to the world around them. It was why she was such an idiot when Sin attacked.
"As a child, we don't fully understand or appreciate the world around us and how it works, but maybe as an adult, Yevon wished for you to see things more clearly."
|
|
|