RP #1 - Sekhmet. Posted on 5-10-06
As Anna and Purrti continued toward Iselia, they spoke in the Purrdu language of the feline and bounded through the trees and brush like it was nothing. Anna was noticing that her armour didn't even slow her down as she wound through the forest, stopping at a small creek to drink some water as they travelled together. Purrti stopping Anna off and on to teach her small bits of everyday magic and how to use her weapons as they continued their way to Iselia.
RP #2 - Newtype06. Posted on 5-10-06
With a mighty clash, two of the dark Tarivians struck at the angelic swordsmen. Approached from his left, Kratos bats away the thin Tarivian blades with his shield. Lloyd is struck at from above, but catches the fine blades between his. Deadin looked on from afar, taking in the spectacle. Wings. Deadin, in all his years of experience, had never seen such things. Vaguely aware that there was another Tarivian lurking in the clouds, Deadin still could not tear himself away from the shimmering wings that sprung from Lloyd's shoulders. Kratos had mystified him earlier, during the Battle for Mizuho, but Deadin had dismissed it as one of Kratos' many tricks, or perhaps as a hallucination brought on by combat fatigue. However, having witnessed Lloyd's transformation, there was no doubt in Deadin's mind that the wings were true. Kratos swung his sword, battering the dark Tarivian's defenses. Lloyd feinted with a thrust, and then executed a quick upward slash. "Demon Fang!" He shouted. The Tarivian floated backwards a bit, a thin line of purple across its chest. Kratos risks a small glance in Lloyd's direction and smirks. The seasoned veteran then presses on the offensive, eager to level the score.
Deadin was interrupted by the third Tarivian firing on the Rheiard yet again. Dark scorch marks began to riddle the front of the hull. "Dammit!" Deadin shouted, tying his rucksack to his back and drawing his broadsword. The Hybrid did his best to balance himself behind Terra on the Rheiard. Sitting behind her, he could not effectively protect her from frontal attacks. "Turn us around!" he shouted to Terra, who immediately did so. Deadin turned around, now effectively shielding Terra from any harm. Deadin took the Tarivian's purple shots in stride, blocking or dodging any that would pose a threat to himself or Terra. Deadin measured his options. He could have Terra go muzzle to muzzle with the Tarivian, but that would put her in too much danger. She was not ready…yet. The only way to safely eliminate the target was to remove Terra. Or…himself. Deadin began computing the risk of his deadly plan, and was not enthusiastic about the results.
Sparks flew as Lloyd clashed with his Tarivian. He had fought the deadly beasts before, and knew their style, but these dark stalkers fought differently. Unlike the Tarivian foot soldiers and Elites that raided Mizuho, these black Tarivians were streamlined in every way. Their faces were aerodynamic, their skin smooth and glossy. Veined wings cut a thin profile through the air. Their movements were fluid, but not generally powerful. Lloyd noticed that he overpowered the Tarivian easily. It was only the creature's incredible speed that protected it from Lloyd's furious strikes. The alien seemed to rely on surprise. Lloyd realized then that they were extremely lucky to survive the first assault. The alien seemed to have put all its energy into that attack. They were backstabbers, Assassins….
Deadin parried one last energy blast, and then instructed Terra to go evasive. Terra pulled the Rheiard into a tight dive, barely skimming the surface of the forest below. Perfect, Deadin thought. The Hybrid reached into the sack that he had brought with him. It was strange how circumstances worked out. He had brought the length of rope to teach terra about balance and footwork. However, now he would use it to teach precision. Deadin slowly and carefully began tying the rope around his clawed left foot. Just in case…
Satisfied that the knot was tight enough, Deadin turned to Terra. "I had hoped our training would begin under easier circumstances. The Assassins have forced me to accelerate my timetable. I did not intend to teach you this first. However, it suits the occasion. The first I will tech you is precision. A swordsman must be precise. Once you are able to reach out and touch your opponent at will, you can then concentrate on speed and power. A precise defender can place his or her blade in preparation for any strike. Precision is utterly necessary to master the Par—"
A powerful gust of wind blocked out the rest of the word.
"—ust. Now, if you would slow down, please. I want to meet our assailant."
Terra was a bit confused, but saw the confidence in Deadin's feral eyes. She quickly slowed the Rheiard, and the Tarivian Assassin readied its claws. Deadin held his sword laterally, pointing the tip at the oncoming foe. Deadin set his stance, and looked back at Terra. "By the way, you may want to hang onto something." Terra wheeled about, and grabbed onto the two control bars that steered the Rheiard. Deadin looked back into the Assassin's eyes, and waited.
The attack was very swift, Deadin remarked, as the assassin finally struck at them. However, the Hybrid was far faster. And more precise. The Tarivian made a quick lunging strike from below, but Deadin managed to pin its hand to the Rheiard with his blade. Gambling that the Tarivian would not react in time, Deadin released his hold on the Tarivian's hand and deftly swung his sword back up at its face. The Tarivian immediately grabbed for its eyes, purple blood seeping between its fingers. Deadin turned away just as he heard the satisfying "thwack!" of the Tarivian hitting the trees below.
Kratos was done playing with the weak Tarivian Assassins. After parrying a particularly badly placed thrust, Kratos yelled "Fireball!" Three fiery red spheres emerged from his hands, baking the hapless Tarivian. The smoldering husk plummeted to the ground. Turning around, Kratos noticed Lloyd back away from his Tarivian. The creature seemed puzzled. Suddenly Lloyd flew up, and dive-bombed the black Tarivian, blades first. Flames erupted from his sword tips as he blasted past the Tarivian, crying "Rising Falcon!" Kratos noticed that a massive hole had replaced the Tarivian's head and most of its shoulders. Kratos slid the Irving into his scabbard, and Lloyd did the same.
Hours later, the four were back on track and nearing Iselia. As they neared the town, Lloyd and Terra noticed how severe the damage really was. The iron fist of Palmacosta had truly hit the town hard. However, the stalwart people of Iselia had held out, and it stirred Lloyd's heart to see the difference that twenty years can make. The same Iselians who keeled over to the Desians years ago had grabbed their swords and pitchforks and stood their ground. Already he saw them rebuilding their homes and replanting their fields. Deadin hastily reverted to his elven form, not wanting to scare the villagers. The Beast, so silent over the past day, now stalked Deadin's mind again. Elven again, Deadin had some protection from the Beast's more sublte attacks. However, a serious exertion from the Beast could be disastrous…
The Irvings, Kratos, and Deadin landed in the town square, much to everyone's excitement. As the three disembarked, a strangely familiar face greeted them from the crowd. "Well, well, well. It's about time you guys showed up. I've been waiting for like…ever!" he said. Much to everyone's surprise, Zelos Wilder stepped out of the crowd. "I had things to take care of, and I thought I'd drop by! I expected you here earlier, though…" Deadin, Kratos and Lloyd exchanged glances. "We were…delayed." Kratos said, folding his arms in front of his chest. Zelos stepped forward as the crowd began to disperse.
"So I've noticed." Zelos said. "We've started our work in Triet. It was off to a fairly good start, and I decided to check up on you guys. Oh, and by the way, Deadin…" Zelos stepped forward to the Elf. "Stories are circulating of a wolf demon that killed many, many Tarivians at the Battle of Mizuho. Sound familiar?" Deadin bowed his head. "Yes. There was a demon in Mizuho." Taken aback, Zelos took a step back. "Well, anyways…I wanted to thank you. That place means a lot to me." With that, Zelos brandished a magnificent sword. The scabbard glinted in the sunlight, casting a blue sparkle on everything. The pommel was made of gold, as was the hand guard and the rest of the hilt, which was about a foot long. The scabbard itself looked like it was made of a magnificent sapphire, carved and hollowed out for a blade to reside in. A diamond, pear-shaped langet extended from the center of the hand guard, securing it in the scabbard. Zelos handed the weapon to Deadin. "This is Excalibur. We picked it up during our last adventure. I don't need it now, since I got my Fencer. I heard you fought bravely, defending friends and allies, all the while waging a battle within yourself. Let this sword determine that battle." Zelos stepped back, face beaming.
Deadin's hand clasped the sword-hilt, preparing to draw it for the first time. But he couldn't. His hand shook from the exertion, but still the blade would not spring forth. The Beast, hungry for power, pushed Deadin away and pulled on its own. Still, the blade remained steadfast. Slowly the Elf overcame the Beast, denying it further dominion. Finished, Deadin buckled the sword to his right side, so much more dead weight for him to carry around. Zelos frowned, "Well, it's never done that before." Deadin shrugged. "Oh well. It's a beautiful sword nonetheless. Thank you very much for this gift, Zelos." Zelos stepped back, scratching the back of his head. "Oh, don't worry about it. You earned it." And with that, Zelos pulled Lloyd aside to speak privately. Kratos, Terra, and a bewildered Deadin waited patiently.
Lloyd returned from his little discussion with Zelos, informing the group that the Chosen was returning to Triet to meet the rest of the restoration committee. Lloyd's mind was reeling. Zelos had more news than just restoration. Regal… Lloyd thought. Could he really be dead? Zelos brought news of a downed Rheiard, identified as Regal Bryant's. Though he found no body, Zelos still was unsure of Regal's location. Once things were squared away, Zelos was really heading to Altamira, hoping to confirm Regal's condition. Lloyd tried to mask his fear, but always found himself under the watchful, discerning eye of Kratos.
The troupe made their way out of the village, back to their Rheiards. On his way out, Deadin bumped into a certain young man carrying a heavy broadsword. "Pardon me, fellow swordsman." Deadin said, bowing curtly. The brown haired man turned, flinging a ponytail over his shoulder. Deadin knew immediately, from the way the man carried himself to the scar on his eye, that he was an expert with a blade, having felled his number of foes and taken his fair share of blows. Deadin filed his face away in his memory, and moved on.
Merrick had finally arrived in Iselia. Now he just had to find that exsphere expert. He walked up to a nearby vendor, and pulled out the small orb. "Do you know what this is?" he asked, wary of the possibility that the vendor might lie. Either that, or he might already be an informant for those cultists. They had sent one assassin, why not send two? However, the vendor proved unknowledgeable about the exsphere, and suggested that Merrick visit the blacksmith in the woods. Humming to himself, Merrick got his bearings, and proceeded back through the city gates, back to the two purrdu that stalked the shadows. A few whispers, several quick glances, and a few minutes later, the three travelers delved into the Iselian forest.
Meanwhile….
The two Rheiards touched down outside Iselia. Yuan dismounted first, striding calmly up to the town. Ellyria walked tentatively behind him. "Uh… where are we going, exactly?" she inquired of the hero, tapping him carefully on the shoulder. "We're going to see if Lloyd arrived, Miss... Ellyria." "Oh yeah, I knew that." Ellyria stammered, blushing a bit. However, the duo managed to land on the far side of town, and failed to notice the other adventurers, who landed clear on the other side of town. After a few minutes of inquiry, the duo knew they were too late, and returned to their Rheiards to give chase yet again.
RP #3 - Genis Sage. Posted on 5-10-06
Humming a merry tune as he marched through the forest, Merrick heard motion. Tensing, he pulled the exsphere out of his pocket and slapped it on his hand yet again. From the bushed jumped a single giant hare. Merrick almost laughed as he released his blade.
The hare, however, narrowed it's little eyes and bared it's teeth. Its red eyes and red teeth. 'Red teeth?' he tought to himself, before coming to the conclusion that this rabid hare fed off the flesh of others.
He drew his blade as the little creature made its move. First, Merrick swing too high, then too low (as it jumped), and then the hare hopped sideways as he did a vertical slash. "Darn it! Why are the little guys always so hard to kill?" he cursed, as it did a quadruple jump kick that he blocked with ease. "At least it's weak..."
Suddenly, a power surged trhough him that he never knew, spreading to his limbs. A warm power came from the exsphere, and a familiar voice in his head said "Swing now, and cry 'Demon Fang!'" Not sure what to make of this, Merrick attempted it. He was flabbergasted that a shockwave was sent forth from his blade, and even more so that the creature jumped clean over it!
New phrases appearing hin his head left, right, and centre, he decided to try them all out. "Tiger Blade!" came his first attempt, as he knocked the hare into the air and then back down. "Lightning Blade!" he said as he lunged, and lightining fell to strike his foe. Finally, he let loose with "Light Spear Cannon!" and the hare was impaled upon his blade.
Merrick was confused. "Is this the power that will see me through my darkest hour? This might that will win me my fight, for justice to prevail over chaos? Or will it corrupt my very soul, from which darkness there is no parole?" He had no idea what he just experienced, but he knew he was now stronger than any living human that didn't have an exsphere.
"I should get going before its friends turn up, like they always do It's not fair, I never get to do my victory song anymore!" Merrick sightd. "On second thought, I want to sing, I can handle more of these guys and..." he said, looking at the scrumptious game on his blade, "I'm hungry."
After fighting off a few wolves, he began hearing voices. "So you're back?" he asked, as the felines emerged from the trees. Before they could speak, he continued, "Want some lunch? I've got plenty here, these beasts just keep coming... yeah, I'll pitch another fire. You know, it's been such a long time since I had company, thanks for tagging along. I haven't had many spectators for my songs lately, would you like to hear a few of my compositions?"
Purrti turned to Anna, and whispered. Merrick frowned. "I never shut up? Well yeah, I coulda told you that, I'm a bard. I inspire friends into landing epic blows and annoy my enemies into a blind rage where they can't hit the broad side of a cockatrice." The two looked at him, amazed that he heard them. "What's with the looks? I just assumed you were talking about my obnoxious nature..."
Before long, the three had spotted a house in the distance...
"That must be the blacksmith's house!" Merrick exclaimed, and sprinted off without another word. Anna turned to Purrti to ask whether or not they should follow, and all the answer recieved was a shrug.
"Almost... there!" as he neared the house, he saw a girl outside. He didn't stop to say hi, he just tripped about 2 steps after running by her. The exsphere glimmered in the sun, catching her eye.
"Why are you in such a rush?" she asked him, "And are you always that clumsy?"
Merrick's better nature kicking in, he decided to crack a joke. "I think I'm falling for you." he told her with a laugh as he got back up. As she was about to speak, he cut in "So, before I make another fool of myself, is this where the blacksmith lives?"
"Yeah, that's my dad." she replied, "Do you want to place an order or something?"
"Nah, an appraisal, more like. I heard that this thing was called an exsphere, and that the blacksmith here knew about them. I was attacked by an assasin who used this, and I wanted to know more about it. Is he inside?"
"Yeah, though he's probably busy right now."
Merrick took a few more steps near the house and saw an elf fighting to pull a blade out of its scabbard. "This keeps getting weirder! First, a girl who doesn't laugh at my falling joke, and a sword that can't be drawn..."
He opened the door, with one thought. "What kind of freak IS this blacksmith?"
RP #4 - Sekhmet. Posted on 5-17-06
Before even entering the town the two Pardu stopped in the field outside of the town, Purrti felt that Anna needed to learn heavier magic. This practice drew attention of the merfolk who had grown bored while protecting the border of the ocean. They watched as Anna was blasted halfway across the field as she attempted to defend herself again Purrti, shake her head and rise to attack only to be tossed about 30 feet. Purrti shook her head and attacked putting Anna on the defencive as she continued to learn the use of her weapon. Gracefully the older Pardu swung herself and her sword around as Anna attempted to block and parry with her new weapon only to be heavily spun and hit the ground with an ungraceful resounding thud. The merfolk grimsed as Anna rose, with blood coming from her nose as she attacked Purrti to be thrown to the ground one more a little harder then her teacher intended, she stayed there, stunned and bleeding. Anna slowly rose and cast a spell only to be hit with a larger spell that threw her into the rocks near the ocean, only when the merfolk interferred did Purrti stop to see her student was badly injured.
RP #5 - Sekhmet. Posted on 5-19-06
As the merfolk spearmen checked out Anna, to ensure that she was still living, one of the top warriors discussed the aspects of the training with Purrti as what could be done better as a exasperated spearman ran to get Vanim who was in the village. The spearmen slowly moved Anna to her side, to help her to breath just up just in time to see see Purtti go flying as Anna who in pain muddered something in elven, as her eyes opened her eyes mear slits as she hissed out the words and then closed her eyes as she passed out once more.
Merman: as he helped up Purrti Ok, she is half elf...
Purrti: Ow... Had she ... shakes head been using... twists to pop something elven magic...
RP #6 - Sekhmet. Posted on 5-20-06
As Vanim stood listening to the other chat, she noticed a merman trying to get her attention. Moving away from Deadin and the others, she walked over to the merman, in hushed tones the merman explained the situation. Nodding, she hurriedly excused herself, touched Deadin's arm, then hastly left without a sound vanishing quickly as the merman had come. In the field Purrti rose to her feet, quickly as possible made her way back over to Anna, to notice that she took the training, basically a brutal beating with as much grace as she could and gave back what she knew. Purrti stood covered with grime and blood as Anna laid in a pool of her own blood just barely breathing.
RP #7 - Sekhmet. Posted on 5-21-06
After several minutes, Vanim came to the area where Purrti and Anna were practicing. As she came on the scene, she sighed with disgust at the actions of the Purrdian teacher, however, she kept her thoughts to herself as she knelt beside both the injuried felines.
Purrti: So you're the mermaid that she was speaking about.
Vanim: nods as she continues to work on Anna What where you thinking?
Purrti: I was trying to train her.
Vanim: More like kill her, feline, I will do what I can... turns her back on Purrti as she cast a healing spell, then instructed the spearmen to take Anna to the infermary, then treated Purrti who was badly wounded as well.
RP #8 - Sekhmet. Posted on 5-25-06
As the merwarriors took Purrti and Anna to the Infermary Vanim walked beside Anna, she could feel the elven half of her and was puzzled by her appearance of being feline. Being a full elf was hard enough amoung the mortals that were around her... though the forbidden one walked amoung them, he was welcome amoung these mortal beings... She had tried to get his attention but his other half had blocked that attempt. As she walked through the town with these feline, Purrdi as they were called, the humans gathered as if marvelling not just at her but at them. The older feline seemed uncomfortable amoung them but stayed with her battered student. Vanim wondered if elven magic should be taught not the mortal magic. Vanim continued to ponder this as Purrti belated collapsed from exhaustion and was caught by one of guards as they approuched the infermary.
Vanim: Well... shakes her head with a chuckle it was her fault...
RP #9 - AngelicAura. Posted on 5-29-06
Aaron breathed heavily, hoisting a wooden beam up to his shoulder, and carrying it to the reconstruction site. Iselia was going up, little by little. Everyday, the place was looking better. It would only be a matter of weeks before the charred memories were replaced with brand new ones. Every house was being updated, allowing each family a safer surrounding in case of another attack like previously.
Aaron stared at the frame of a house in front of him. It would soon be the home of a family of four. In the meantime, they were in the care of the Iselian government. Aaron sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. It fell to the ground, in the shadow of a man. Aaron followed the shadow to the body of the substance of the shadow, a man who was clearly a soldier, dressed in the green and brown colors of the Iselian military. Also, he had scars from the previous battle on his arms, legs, and one large scratch mark across his cheek.
"Yes, soldier?" Aaron questioned, looking for any sign of trouble in the soldier's voice.
"The General wishes to see you. It's of utmost importance. He refused to tell me any specifics, but I heard something about a specimen." the soldier replied.
"Thank you. I'll depart immediatly. I'm assuming he's in the Research Lab?"
The soldier nodded. Aaron walked off quickly to the HQ.
Utmost importance, 'eh? I wonder what it is.
Aaron entered through the many security-enforced doors of the Iselia Military Headquarters. Since the attack, security has been extremely tight. Retina scan, fingerprint matching, and even a voice scan. It now took about three minutes just to get into the building. Security guards were everywhere inside the building. It was almost impossible to do anything.
Why have all these guards? Can't we use them as soldiers? It would be better. Sometimes I wonder what in the world the general is thinking...
Aaron rushed past a group of guards in front of the Research Lab door, sliding out his ID card from his pocket and flashing it at them. They gave him an uneasy look, and watched him enter.
The air-lock room was sealed tight, and Aaron entered the clean room environment of the Iselia Military Reserch Lab. Geniuses from all over the continent were here to help the Iselians with new weapons and magi-technology. Only, something was different. The last time he was in the Research Lab, which wasn't long ago, the scientists were all busy running around from one compartment to another. This time, they were all gathered around one large table supported by four black, metal legs.
"What in the world?" Aaron spoke loudly.
The large ring around the table parted to make room for Aaron. Aaron glanced down at the object on the table and gasped. It was a bloody massacre. The body was almost dyed red from all of the blood. One difference between a normal human specimen and this specimen was one large factor. The body had large, red wings. But, they weren't stained from the blood. They were naturally red.
"What is this?" Aaron finally said after staring at the specimen.
A scientist of half-elven descent looked up. Genis had recruited her from the Meltokio region. She had previously worked in Sybak. He once told how she was the one saved Raine, Presea, and his lives. He couldn't remember her name, though.
"It's obvious that it's an angel. The only thing different between this angel and an angel from say, for example, Cruxis, is that this angel is missing a heart. Also, it is impossible to touch with bare skin. It severely burns you if you attempt to." she explained.
"How do you know it doesn't have a heart?" Aaron said, grabbing some rubber gloves from a sterile container and putting them on.
"We were able to do some dissection on it. Unfortunately, one of our scientists lost his hand while trying to investigate the chest. He touched the skin of his wrist to the skin of the angel, and jerked up, causing the scapel to cut straight through his wrist. There was a severe blood loss, and it contaminated our subject." the same scientist told.
"You mean that's not the angel's blood?" Aaron quizzically asked.
"That puzzled us earlier. We found no veins, arteries, or capillaries in the body at all. It seemed that whatever kept it running flowed through the nervous system. It appeared to be tiny amounts of solidified mana. It looked like it was colored red. And this was before the scientist's hand was cut off."
"Do we have any idea what that means?" Aaron questioned.
"No proof of anything yet, but our hypothesis is that this angel could control fire without casting spells. The red mana might be the source of the intense heat on the skin surface."
Aaron's jaw fell open. It was rather logical. It might make sense.
"Let me guess. This specimen was found in the Triet desert?" Aaron asked.
"Affirmative," replied a different voice. This time the General spoke, "One of the people of the Mizuho army told us about seeing this creature when it was alive. It was flying, and causing massive destruction to forests and some of the oases between Iselia and Triet."
"What could've created this creature, though?" Aaron asked.
"It's not a what. It's a who." the General said, not looking at Aaron at all.
"Cruxis is gone. All the angels are gone, right? Except for Colette and Lloyd, right?"
The General still didn't look at Aaron. He just looked at the floor and shook his head. Aaron was shocked.
"We've received word from a secret scout that there are more angels still here. It troubles us. We've decided to name these creatures 'Archangels'. Normal angels didn't have powers like this. We believe there are only six, one of each element. We could be wrong, though. If we are right, though, there are five more. It would be disaster if Palmacosta possesses one of these Archangels. It would mean disaster for our efforts against them. Unless we had our ow-"
"You can't unleash one of these things onto the world. What happens if we can't control it?"
"Well, what if it's not made of nothing...what if it is a special person that transforms into the Archangel. Maybe they're not evil; maybe you can make them good. We don't know. All we know is that they hold tremendous power, and it could win us this war. We also have a theory...it involves Terra."
"Don't tell me...you think Terra is the spoken of Archangel?"
"Well, 'Terra' in Latin translates to 'Earth' in English. She could be Iselia's savior." the General said.
"Sir, I won't let you do anything to her!"
"You have no choice. I want you to make sure she gets the finest in magical and physical combat training. I will have you...taken care of if you fail to do so."
"Sir, please tell me you're kidding! We might end up killing this innocent girl!"
"We have no choice. It is for the safety of all our people."
"But-"
"No. Do it, or I will have you killed, and somebody will do your job for you. It would be illogical of you to disobey, for the girl will be the same either way."
Aaron opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He had no choice. He had to find Terra. He left immediatly to fulfill his duty of training her in magic. He looked out over the horizon of the ocean. He felt turmoil. Deadly turmoil. War hadn't even begun yet. This would be the war of all wars.
RP #10 - cepussinboots. Posted on 5-30-06
After having regained his emotions, Quandy didn't know what to think. Well, this was obviously confusion.
"I haven't felt this since... I was a boy," Quandy explained to Merlin, who had Quandy laying down on a table.
"This is very odd..." Merlin said, he was moving his staff up and down Quandy's body, projecting pictures of the inside of his body on the wall, like a magical version of an X-Ray.
"Look at this," Merlin said, pointing to a projection of Quandy's chest. "It shows a strange blue orb, just sitting there, paying no attention to anything around it... but i am confused... what is it?"
Quandy sighed, and sat up. "Perhaps this is my soul?" he exclaimed.
"Possible i suppose," Merlin replied "But why would you suddenly have it back, unless it had something to do with your awakening"
Quandy stood up straight, and walked to the wall, and touched the blue orb. "This... is too weird. I don't like it. But i suppose, in some ways, it will help me." Quandy said to the old wizard, who was pacing up and down the room.
"Look, i'll find somewhere to take the pictures. A team of research scientists... maybe Iselia would do. I hear they have quite the research department." Merlin went outside the room, after taking the pictures down and placed the pictures in his bag.
"I'm off Quandy... just... do whatever you do for fun, i wont be gone long" Merlin called forth his Drill Bird, and jumped on its back. "I hope" He muttered under his breath, as he took off in the direction of Mizuho.
Quandy watched as the old man flew off. He then walked outside the village. Just as he was about to walk off, a young woman came over and stopped him.
"Excuse me, Quandy right?" The young woman said, seemingly shy.
Quandy looked down at the innocent young girl, a pretty, yet serious looking figure. "Yes, and who would you be?" he asked.
The girl looked embarassed, "Alex" she said. "You... you were one of the people fighting weren't you. You were fighting with my father"
The name Alex... a tear came to Quandy's eye.
"Are you ok?" Alex asked, looking up at the man.
Quandy wiped the tear away. "Uh, im fine. Sorry... but yeah... your father. are you talking about..."
"Yes i am... he was the man who you became good friends with, General Kishen" The girl said, smiling. "He may be dead now... but, even though i am ever sad, i am also forever grateful. You avenged his death Quandy."
Quandy smiled. "thankyou" he said "i do what i can. If my friends get hurt, there is nothing that will stop me from hurting whoever did something to them. I live to fight, i live to protect. If i couldn't protect, what sort of warrior would i be?"
The girl, Alex, smiled, but then burst into tears, and wrapped her arms around Quandy. "I just can't believe he's gone" she bawled, as Quandy continued the hug, and tried to comfort her as best he can.
"I know, its hard" He said. "it happens to the best of us..."
Alex released Quandy, and then smiled. "take me back home" she asked. "I need to see my mother... I dont think she knows of my father's death"
Quandy mounted his horse, with Alex on the back of the horse. "What were you doing here anyway?"
The horse, Bromain, galloped off in the direction of Ozette. Alex clutched onto Quandy's waist. "I was shopping. I like the shops in Mizuho"
Quandy laughed, and together, they rode off to the enterance of New Ozette, to break the news of the death, disaster and destruction.
