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Narengawa Kha ([personal profile] sheltronymous) wrote in [community profile] shoutfire2021-03-29 08:43 pm

woof

[How this scenario came about is left as an exercise for the reader. Timeline divergences work in mysterious ways, none of which even the Ancients knew enough about to predict, let alone the Crystal Exarch in all his quietly desperate scheming. It doesn't matter. There are two Warriors of Light who never met each other prior to Elidibus's death, the situation may eventually resolve itself according to the unknown laws of spatiotemporal inertia, Urianger is too tied up in other affairs right now to puzzle out exactly how the Scions came to acquire two slightly different sets of memories upon their return to the Source, and nobody else cares.

What matters is that Narengawa "no, the shorter Warrior of Light" Kha just walked back into the Rising Stones, a crumpled package from the Ul'dahn Miners' Guild buried somewhere at the bottom of her much-abused backpack, and found a dog. A small, white dog, far fluffier and less practical-looking than any hunting hound she ever spent some small part of her childhood with.

It's sitting on top of the otherwise deserted bar counter, surrounded by muddy paw prints and scratch marks. It yips excitedly at her, wagging its tail. She looks down at it. She looks behind her. She notes, a minute too late, that stepping on the trail of pawprints leading from the entrance to the counter has smeared them impressively widely across the stone floor; F'lhaminn won't be very happy about that.

She looks down at the dog again, frowning.]


...Alphinaud, is that you?

[Alphinaud is not here, having been called away to Lake Silvertear to speak with an Alliance representative less than a bell ago. Nor is his sister, who got restless waiting for him to bring back tidings from the Ghimlyt front and left to go take out her impatience on a wild morbol. There is only this dog.]
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[personal profile] bythefurry 2021-03-29 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[If there is a quality one cannot deny Joscelaint "you know, the one who sorta looks like a tree?" Grimpevers possesses, it's his ability to roll with the punches, finely tuned after years of Warrior of Light business and the occasional bout of Hildibrand babysitting.

At least, that's what it looks like on the surface. Although he so far hasn't voiced it - hasn't voiced much of anything, to be perfectly fair - he can't help but feel the dragon of anxiety's ever increasing grip around his heart. It's been some years since he thought himself completely unfit to bear the title of Warrior of Light, but in light of the current situation the feelings of inadequacy he thought he'd finally left behind are suddenly rearing their ugly head again.

Maybe Narengawa was meant to be the true Warrior of Light all along. Maybe, though the Scions remember him - remember both of them - his existence is an aberration that must needs be excised from the timeline. Maybe Ern and his other friends aren't actually off on some other business, as he was told by a slightly confused Tataru who also remembered names and faces associated with the Au Ra woman, but rather gone, their lives completely different in this alternate world.

Or maybe he's overthinking, his eyes having completely glazed over the same two lines of a book for what now feels like eons. He puts the book down on the nearby desk and sighs wearily, allowing himself this little show of frustration in the currently deserted side room. Although the Rising Stones are blessedly empty right now, it wasn't the case two bells ago when he'd needed to be alone with his thoughts, and so he'd naturally retreated to the Dawn's Respite to do just that.

Well. Perhaps a drink would take some of the edge off the wild beating of his heart. Joss isn't the type to drown his sorrows, but it doesn't mean he shouldn't be allowed a glass or two in these trying times.

When he opens the door to the main room, all he catches is Naren's hesitant question, and the thumping of a dog's tail on the - by the Fury, what happened to the counter?!

He advances, his steps surprisingly silent for a man of his size. Maybe Naren sees him. Maybe she doesn't. Either way, he slides behind her to take a look at the unknown creature, his gaze meeting the dog's as if he were trying to detect a hint of Alphinaud in it. He's fairly sure the teen had not been a dog when he'd retired to a quieter room a few bells before. Does Naren have any reason to think it's him? Have others been turned into dogs? And if that's the case, the most important question: who let them out???]


Dogmatic...

[Out of the myriad possibilities, this is the only thing Joss's ever multi-track drifting train of thought can come up with.]
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[personal profile] bythefurry 2021-03-31 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Since Joss was completely serious, Naren's noncommittal answer suits him just fine.

As for the dog... well, he's no stranger to shoving all manners of creatures into the burlap sacks so kindly provided to him by quest givers, but he does usually feel a little bad about it. The way they react tends to fall into two categories: the ones that angrily thrash about, in which case he's really glad there's a layer of thick fabric between them and his hands... and the ones that just whine pitifully the entire time and make him feel like the scum of the earth.

He doesn't want to know which category this dog who suspiciously looks like Alphinaud falls into. Maybe there's another way.

He shakes his head, slightly raising a hand in front of him in order to ask Naren to hold.]


Food. It might lure it away.

[The small dog's expression is completely unreadable. Joss shifts his weight from one foot to the other, unsure of where the unease he's experiencing comes from.

When he can finally tear his gaze away, just late enough for it to be awkward, he reaches into a pouch in his belt and retrieves a slice of chocobo jerky. Will the dog be interested in this treat? He doesn't know, but he tries waving it in front of its face a little.]
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[personal profile] bythefurry 2021-03-31 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Joss is actually, as of 0.2 seconds ago, no longer standing a lot closer. The reason for this being, of course, the instinctive elusive jump that propelled him to the other side of the room the moment the dog started floating.]

Fury take me-

[Having miraculously avoided hitting his head on the ceiling, he spins on one foot to sidestep the dog's mad charge. This is not a slow moving missile, although part of his brain could swear he heard the familiar noise.

Well. They're at least closer to the door that leads out to Revenant's Toll. The problem is, the dog is between Joss and the door now, emitting little barks as it jumps excitedly in mid-air as if trying to find a good angle to snatch the snack from Joss's hand.

Joss who, having neither armor nor weapon on him at the moment, assumes a barehanded stance in response. He doesn't know what good it'll do him. He's never had to wrestle a levitating canine.

As the Ishgardians say, they're kind of looking at each other like earthenware dogs.

Also you can probably assume it just looks something like this.]
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[personal profile] bythefurry 2021-03-31 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, that pitiful whine... Are they the baddies? Joss is the one who suggested using food to lure that strange dog away, he can't exactly blame it for wanting to eat it.

He shakes his head.]


Surprised.

[He's just glad he didn't break his neck on the ceiling. His ghost would have just died all over again, of embarrassment.

Humming thoughtfully, he gently pokes the bag with a finger. The dog whelps helplessly. How awful of him. He's truly a horrible person who just tormented a dog for no reason and other animals are going to be able to feel it somehow and start hating him on principle.]


Better take it outside. [Except... somehow, he doesn't think Revenant's Toll is ready to deal with a flying, revving dog. The only hint such a thought crosses his mind is the suddenly distant look in his eyes, which he chases away with a blink.] Far outside. [...] I'll get my armor.

[Would be a shame to come back from saving two worlds only to get eaten by a morbol.]
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[personal profile] bythefurry 2021-04-02 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[The ambiguous length of time turns out to be a fairly short one. Joss is, of course, the type to get increasingly anxious the longer someone has to wait for him to get ready.

What he wasn't ready for was for the dog to just disappear.]


Escaped.

[Some might take his even tone and stony face as a condemnation. Truth is, he's just as baffled as Naren is.

(He's not going to ask if she opened the bag at all or did anything that might have allowed the dog to escape. He assumes that if she had, she wouldn't look so puzzled.)

Crossing his arms under his scandalously exposed armpits, he crouches to observe the curiously-still-floating bag from a different angle. Any hole in it? ... No, that'd be too easy.

He shakes his head. His overgrown hair brushes against his scandalously exposed shoulders. Maybe whatever's left in the bag can hint at what happened.]


May I?

[It's rude to reach into other people's bags without asking.]
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[personal profile] bythefurry 2021-04-03 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Joss's more competent examination mostly consists of him prodding the husk with a gloved finger and silently wishing he had Y'shtola's aethersight. What in the Fury's name is that thing? It's awful. The "hair" dust is getting everywhere, including in all of his armor's crevices. He just got changed, though, so it'd be awkward to leave and wash it off before it starts itching...

Not that he has time for that. He abruptly raises his head. Barking...? And surprisingly hard to pinpoint at that.

Abandoning the husk, Joss strides towards the door to Dawn's Respite, opening it wide. Inside, a blur of white fur is leaving muddy pawprints all over the desk, including the book he was reading a few minutes prior. Satisfied with its handiwork (pawdiwork?) the dog looks at him with its beady black eyes and barks.]


In here-

[He freezes. From behind the solar door, another identical bark just echoed.]
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[personal profile] bythefurry 2021-04-04 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh. This is happening, huh. Somehow, something about this situation is dampening the panic he would also normally be experiencing, turning it into quiet resignation. This is the same type of feeling he gets whenever Hildibrand is about to get involved.]

Inspector...

[But that's not what Naren asked him about. He discards the thought with a shake of his head, which doubles up as a negative. He always carries some jerky on him, but no need to stock up when he's at the Scions' headquarters.]

The larder?

[Not that he wants to take food from there without asking the other Scions, but it's not like they have much of a choice... do they? He can feel horrible about it later. Use some of his personal funds to refill the pantry, maybe.

Wherever it is I'm sure they won't find another dog in it.]
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[personal profile] bythefurry 2021-04-05 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[The steady stream of pots being pushed off the shelf punctuates the rise in Joss's anxiety levels. Right now, defeating another Ascian seems entirely more feasible than putting an end to... this. Whatever this is.]

Hmm.

[The vaguely affirmative-yet-noncommittal hum is the only answer he can give Naren. This, too, is far outside his expertise, and though he does respect Naren's ability to admit it at all, as the only two people around it's not like they have much of a choice. Until some of the other Scions get back from their errands, they'll have to at least contain the situation.

Speaking of which, he's not so reckless as to jump headfirst into a rift of unknown origin. Instead, he grabs the first long and thin (and disposable) object he can find - this being a larder, it turns out to be a baguette - and... slowly tries to poke the rift with it.

Alisaie would probably have a lot to say about his fencing.]
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i don't know how anyone can think joss is smart

[personal profile] bythefurry 2021-04-07 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Uh oh.

Joss, still playing tug of war with the creature on the other side of the void, weighs all the options inside his mind. They could try blocking the door to prevent the other dogs from- no, it wouldn't work, not if all of them can teleport. Distract them with food? If the din outside is any indication, the Scions' reserves would probably not last longer than a quarter of a bell.

Defeat the evil at its source?

... Hmm.

He releases his hold on the baguette. The bread gets sucked in with a noise not dissimilar to a chainsaw.]


I'm going in.

[It'll be just like the old times, with Nabriales.]
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yes but sagi is not very smart himself

[personal profile] bythefurry 2021-04-29 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Naren's scowl makes Joss shrivel up inside a little, but it doesn't show on his eternally stoic face. He's got bigger problems than trying to figure out the many ways Naren is undoubtedly unhappy with him.

He swallows his spit through his anxiety-clenched throat as he gives her a curt nod, his long arm extending towards the dog-shaped void. Though aether manipulation was never his forte, attuning is a simple enough task.

Or at least it would be, if Joss's entire being didn't get sucked into the rift the moment his aether connected with it.

Glop.]
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[personal profile] bythefurry 2021-05-14 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Time is a strange thing, in the space between worlds. When Naren looks up, she finds the world's saddest-looking skeleton.

... Ok, no. From his perspective, Joss only just fell through the void much like she did, but unlike her his dragoon training did indeed help stick the landing. Why isn't he anywhere in sight, then? Well... Naren might possibly get the answer to that if she looks at the strange tail-like rock, where Joss's tense body is now stranding spear in hand... on the inside of the curve, parallel to the ground the Au Ra is currently catching her breath on.

Joss himself is looking up(?) at where she fell, the sound having caught his attention.]


... Oh.

[What is this Mario Galaxy-looking bullshit, said Joss never, because he's too polite and doesn't know what a videogame is.]
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[personal profile] bythefurry 2021-05-23 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Joss hums affirmatively as he solemnly nods, in turn striding towards the junction between the wide plane Naren is standing on and the protuberance he himself uses as the ground. From his angle, it looks like a particularly tall wall, but...

He takes a deep breath and puts a foot on the wall. His entire world flips over, and the wall is now solid ground.]


Huh.

[Little disorienting, and he might have felt nauseous if he weren't used to spinning, but ok. That certainly won't be relevant very soon, because this is absolutely not a boss arena. The faint, rhythmic vibrations reverberating through the sole of their boots are probably completely coincidental as well (and not anxiety-inducing at all.)

He closes the distance separating him from Naren with a few strides of his terrifyingly long legs.]


You?

[As in "how fare you," but this being Joss it could mean anything.]
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[personal profile] bythefurry 2021-05-23 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[You know what? That wouldn't even be the weirdest thing he's ever had to do, and Naren clearly knows what she's doing. No wonder she's the Warrior of Light in her universe. He's just flying by the seat of his pants.

But now isn't the time to stew in his own sense of inadequacy. He nods as crouches, blue tendrils of scaled light rising up to engulf him. When the signal comes, his high jump should be enough to make a dent in the lifeforce of whatever is coming their way.

(That's not the dragoon opener at all, at least weave it you asshole.)]
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[personal profile] bythefurry 2021-05-23 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Joss, having a paladin amidst his adventurer friends, at least has a vague familiarity with their arts... if not this particular opener. On the count of one, he leaps high into the deadened air and strikes at the spot Naren started weakening with all of his might, immediately springing back to his initial position with a kick. The accompanying rumble seems to suggest they struck something, and so he rushes into close range, finally doing his actual rotation...

Until the shaking suddenly stops, its absence somehow incredibly more ominous than what was happening just seconds ago.

Joss carefully steps back. When the dust from the destroyed chunk of stalagmite clears, a small white snout seems to be peeking from the hole in the rock.]