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shoutfire2021-03-29 08:43 pm
sheltronymous) wrote in shoutfire2021-03-29 08:43 pm
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[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.]
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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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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Three... two... one...!
[A blast of light erupts from her being, crunching into the stalagmite's side. She follows with another, then another, the green limbic rings of her eyes blazing white. What the fuck is this pld rotation, honestly, she hasn't even applied her dot - and yet, with each Holy Spirit blast that chips away at the stone, the ground under their feet rumbles again in apparent surprise. Something is taking notice, for sure.]
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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.]
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Still - why inside the giant crystalline dog sculpture? Her mind flits back through vivid memories of Bahamut Prime, of Alexander, of the late wandering heart of Zodiark... Yet the images are inextricable from the overwhelming presence she remembers from each primal, and from this smaller creature she feels nothing. Pointedly nothing. Not the living and breathing aether of a regular animal, not the cloying overaspected flatness of one excessively tempered or light-corrupted. Just nothing.
A scraping noise sounds from inside the damaged stalagmite, and now two beady black eyes are peeking out of the hole. Naren inclines her head to meet them, furrowing her brow.]
What is it that you want?
[It's something that a "normal" primal would most likely share without prompting. She has no reason to believe asking will help. Up until now, she has no reason to believe this thing even understands words. The dog simply looks up at her, its pink tongue happily lolling out; another scraping noise from within the rock suggests a wagging tail just out of sight.
Then, without warning, it lets out a resounding
BARK.
The entire stalagmite shudders and crumbles into scattered crystal sand - some plinking off the wing-like aethershield Naren immediately summons on trained instinct. From the wreckage, before she can straighten up and regain her bearings, a small, white dog levitates high into the stagnant air.]