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bravenewworld2015-05-03 12:30 pm
rainsrespite) wrote in bravenewworld2015-05-03 12:30 pm
Exploring the Eastern Calderan ruins!
Who: Merrill, Yuuna, Isabela, Maka, Sinbad
Where: Ruins East of Caldera
When: Early May
What: Exploring some of the ruins.
Warnings: None that I'm aware of!
[A new month, a new adventure. This really was the sort of thing Yuuna lived for. She wasn't a Seeker, true, and she wasn't a treasure hunter, it was just the thrill of the unknown. New places, new Pokemon, new...everything, really. That was what always kept her coming back, and why she'd never fit in with the others at school. She had a disease, she figured. Wanderlust.
And that's why she's pausing outside the entrance to these ruins, looking at the Magnezone with it's magnetic lamp, hand on her hip, just sort of spacing out. After a moment though, she turns to the group.]
Right. New ruins. Stay close, don't wander off, and for the love of the Savior don't pull any levers or switches without discussion. Got it?
[That seemed sensible. Though, the two young Enlightened seemed smart enough to know better anyway...]
Where: Ruins East of Caldera
When: Early May
What: Exploring some of the ruins.
Warnings: None that I'm aware of!
[A new month, a new adventure. This really was the sort of thing Yuuna lived for. She wasn't a Seeker, true, and she wasn't a treasure hunter, it was just the thrill of the unknown. New places, new Pokemon, new...everything, really. That was what always kept her coming back, and why she'd never fit in with the others at school. She had a disease, she figured. Wanderlust.
And that's why she's pausing outside the entrance to these ruins, looking at the Magnezone with it's magnetic lamp, hand on her hip, just sort of spacing out. After a moment though, she turns to the group.]
Right. New ruins. Stay close, don't wander off, and for the love of the Savior don't pull any levers or switches without discussion. Got it?
[That seemed sensible. Though, the two young Enlightened seemed smart enough to know better anyway...]
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[Merrill certainly won't be pulling that little trick again, the combined assault from the Shuppet draining away the energy she'd poured into her spell. Eluvian's Sucker Punch whiffs entirely, and in moments his single eye is whirling even more madly as he fixes Merrill squarely in his gaze. Evidently he is planning some sort of fiendish Nasty Plot.]
Eluvian, what are you doing?
[As the ghost looms closer, Merrill realizes something is wrong, tapping her Warp Band and dismissing the ghost. In its place, she summons Drippy the Goodra, quickly snapping off a command.]
Drippy, Protect!
[That'll give her some time to readjust her tactics.]
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[Isabela gives the Gengar a dismissive wave and orders Vivillon to send a super-accurate Confuse Ray its way, hoping it will knock itself out while Zoroark roars and starts trying to knock Shuppets out of the air with Feint Attacks.]
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Sinbad saw the Shuppet going towards Badr and bolts over to get between the two, swinging at it. The Dratini lets out a cry as it manages to shake off the effect, though the hex still hurt - enough that it cries out, showing it's Dragon Rage]
The Honedge aren't joining in...
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But all Honedge eyes will fall on Sabaku as it screeches and prepares to plow through them.
There is an almost visible shift in the air as the Flygon rushes forward... Something like a jolt, similar to the sensation accompanying the revelation of the party of ghosts. But barely a half-foot away from the first Honedge, Sabaku will suddenly bounce backwards as if it had slammed into a brick wall. And here, in a blink of an eye, there appears something massive, something that dwarfs all the other Pokemon in the building...
Shield held defensively before it in a King's Shield, Aegislash hovers slowly in place before it rotates towards the combatants. Each and every ghost seems to flinch.
In the next moment, there comes another rain of swords as the Honedge go flying in every direction. A line of Honedge slams into the ground between each wild Pokemon and the human they are facing while Aegislash glowers. Nobody has their Warp Band attuned to this newcomer, but the intended statement is obvious even without translation of emotion.
WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS]
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The flamethrower thankfully is at least resisted by Yuuna a bit, the other half of her Enhanced outfit coming into play. Water and Ground seemed like a good choice, and her body is definitely thanking her for that foresight now! It still burns, singeing what little exposed skin she has, and she's barely biting back a scream, but it's better than being fried. Nothing she can't recover from quickly, at least, with a little bit of treatment that the medic is already going for, because like hell is she going to engage that gigantic Aegislash.
Susume, at least, takes a defensive stance between Yuuna and the Aegislash, silently putting up a Safeguard just in case.]
...Okay, so, the Aegislash is obviously the boss. I guess we should see what he wants?
[Meanwhile she's putting ointment on the exposed bits of her skin to keep it from blistering. Not a bad burn, all things considered, and she makes a mental note to thank Jayce for the outfit when she gets back.]
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I apologize for our intrusion in your realm, we were lead up here by the Honedge and then ambushed by the other spirits. We only sought to defend ourselves when we were attacked.
[He started to explain, keeping his tone respectful, but not grovelling]
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We are travelers from a nearby city. We have come here seeking knowledge of the past. All we wish from you is to learn of your home, and what lived here long ago.
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Her second thought ran along the lines of: "Rei's going to kill me for getting this messed up."
The third thought comes a little delayed, as it takes a moment to recover and realize the fighting abruptly stopped, but it's something along the lines of: "What the Ho-Oh is even happening right now?"
It appears the Grimoire of Gengar, the Cacophony of Chandelure, and the Horror of Honedge have been brought to some sort of standstill in the wake of one Aegislash of Abnormal Size. She's still shaking from the attack, trying not to pass out right then and there, and Sinbad and Merrill seem to have the talking under control so she won't try to force herself to talk.
However, Jade can be heard not-so-gently crying, slightly muffled by her embrace. This fight isn't fun! Maka got hurt!]
Shhhh, it's fine, Jade, I'll be fine. [As if whispering really helps over his blubbers but she's trying.]
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Obviously they were attacked. Who walks into a lion's den and doesn't expect to be seized by the predator? The Honedge only did as they were instructed - get rid of intruders. Today, they accomplished this by sending them upwards for the more aggressive lions to consume, but instead, they're destroying the entire place...
This is their home. It is a relic of the past and wayward souls congregate here, drawn to the despair and tragedy that still haunt the grounds. What more do they possibly need to know?]
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However Susume steps forward, adopting a rigid, formal posture. She’s not much of one for fighting where it can be avoided, but she won’t let this go entirely without answer given her general annoyance. You had minions attack and you’re getting upset about a few messes? Clearly you have dumb minions. Folding arms, the Dragonite stares mildly right into the Aegislash’s eye.]
Perhaps then, you should teach your pride of whatever these lion things are better ways to scare away intruders than to foist the task onto more aggressive and destructive ones? Or better yet, let the humans do it and show these Honedge new options. They’re clever and inventive. And they’re here to learn about the mistakes of the past so that they can be avoided. Why not help teach them in turn? Working with the humans is a worthy endeavor.
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We're sorry for the intrusion, your Swordship. We're just looking around to learn some of our human history. We weren't going to take anything. You know, unless you had something you didn't want lying around.
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[Merrill sadly bows her head a little deeper to the Aegislash, a gesture of sympathy.]
All I wish is to look, and to learn. I want to know where I came from. What that home was like. What happened there.
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It twists in the air for a moment before pointing sternly at a few of the Gengars - the chosen ghosts look briefly surprised before they uncomfortably shrug and float out into the gap.
There is nothing to take here. Previous visitors had seen to that. And certainly, this is not the home that this human is looking for...
They can see that for themselves.
The Gengars' eyes flicker an alarming array of colors as they bring their spectral powers to bear once more - with a single bright flash, the area is transformed. The group from Union remain standing on the second floor of a building, but... the scene has shifted. The cylindrical mass of metal, still largely unidentifiable, dangles from the ceiling. Indistinct forms mill all around them - not ghosts, precisely, but... shadows. Shadows of humans moving to and fro.
The whole thing is like watching through a thick fog. Patches of the memory are missing here and there, and everything seems vague and indistinct... It is a silent movie initially, but almost like a flick of a switch, a low background babbling begins to sound a few moments in. The words, too, are undefined - it is entirely nonsense, the true conversations long forgotten to time...
In fact, the only things that are clear are visible amongst a solid block of people on the third floor, waiting outside the metal cylinder. Each of them carries a sword or another weapon of some sort, and these weapons are as well-defined as the Aegislash that still hovers in mid-air.]
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...huh...that's new.
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[She waves her hand experimentally in the face of one of the "shadows", seeing if this history lesson was interactive as well.]
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[Merrill glances to the ghosts. The Honedge in particular.]
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Those people - those were the ones you had a connection to?
[Sinbad asked, even though it seem like the answer was obvious]
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...Despair and tragedy draws the spirits, I don't know about the Gengar and Chandelure, but I'm thinking the Honedge were...
[Participants, probably, she doesn't need to finish her statement to get that message across. Honedge are the spirits of the deceased possessing a weapon, from there they drain the life of those that try to wield them.]
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...They are halfway through filing in when a sudden tremor shakes the entire building.
In the present, the shaking of the floor is nothing more than a phantasmal illusion, but it will certainly feel real, all the same. And whereas earthquakes normally subside within a few seconds, this one continues on... on and on as the moments tick by, on and on as the background babbling intensifies to screaming and wailing, as the floor bends and splits open, as the cylinder, with a great screech, detaches from the ceiling and crashes heavily to the ground...
When the quake finally stops, the vast majority of the indistinct forms lie motionless on the ground. The remainder slowly emerge from wherever they had hidden - a few of those carrying weapons remain, too. As they limp and crawl their way towards the exit, it becomes immediately apparent that despite all the efforts of the shadows, there is no escape to be found as they bounce and flail against the doors. Something is blocking their way...
The Gengar's eyes return to normal now as the illusion vanishes in the space of a second. When a spirit has passed in a terrible and horrific manner... its regrets and its pain cannot be forgotten so easily. And for those who took pride in what it meant to wield a weapon of honor, perhaps it is understandable that such an item, imbued with the desires and the hopes of their wielders, may continue to live on without true purpose.
Aegislash's blade scrapes lightly against its shield as it speaks once more. Hundreds of years later... they found this place again and for many weeks, attempted to restore it before they gave it up as a lost cause. This was no longer a place suitable for humans.]
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Ir abelas, ma vhenan.
[Slipping into Dalish as she often does during serious moments, Merrill places a hand over her heart as she bows her head respectfully toward the Aegislash. It means 'I am filled with sorrow for your loss,' and that sort of empathy is exactly what she's projecting using her powers.]
It's not much, and it won't change what happened, but... I'd like to sing for you. It's an old Dalish hymn used to mourn the dead. Much like your memories of what happened here, it's one of the few things my people still have left.
[Taking a breath, Merrill begins to sing, her voice echoing throughout the empty chamber.]
hahren na melana sahlin
emma ir abelas
souver'inan isala hamin
vhenan him dor'felas
in uthenera na revas
vir sulahn'nehn
vir dirthera
vir samahl la numin
vir lath sa'vunin
[It may be incomprehensible to everyone in here but her - possibly Yuuna can pick out a word or two she's taught her; sorrow, freedom, joy - but the respectful sorrow in Merrill's voice is unmistakable. She keeps her head bowed the entire time, eyes closed until the last note finishes echoing and dissipates into the air around them, and then she simply looks back at the Aegislash and the other gathered ghosts.]
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I think I'll be staying out of that cylinder forever now, thanks. Also anything that looks like it...
[Sotto voce, she adds to Merrill and Sinbad:]
So did they want to do something about this, or just show us and shoo us out?
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Guh...!
[He kneels as Merrill sings, lowering his head in a respectful gesture, a hand over his heart. The young man didn't know the language, but he can feel the sentiment]
Basically they're sending us out. He said this place is no longer fit for humans and they rather not be disturbed.
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It's not that bad. Union's got a million towers like this one. They ought to have architects for them too, right?
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[He kept his voice quiet]
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