As Jaakuna would listen to all of the words said, he agreed that telling Emiri about her life and just taking her to visit familiar places. Jaakuna’s face would show a new attitude as compared to his previous depressed, almost-defeated look. He mentally decided that he would make it his mission to get Emiri back to her former self even if it would cost him his life. As Jaakuna did do that, he would hear Mtra mention the flower known as the Forget-Me-Not. He would also see that Ryua a scolding look. Jaakuna shook his head, but when he heard about the combining of the dust from the Forget-Me-Not and the Dream Powder, it did make sense, but Jaakuna didn’t have much knowledge about that powder.
As they were done, Jaakuna’s gaze went to Emiri. It just seemed so bittersweet. She was right there and yet she wasn’t. He wanted to hug her, but she would not have the same feeling of wanting for him, not yet anyways. There was no memory in her of anything, not her name, not her life, not her friends, nothing but emptiness and confusion. She was like a lost child with no memory of who she was.
Clapping his hands, Jaakuna just nodded.
“I think for now, we should head back to the Ifrit, Grant. I’m sure you have many questions.” Jaakuna said, as he would then turn to Aloa, Ryua, and Mtra.
“Aloa, again, I’m sorry for almost killing you. I don’t even know what came over me.” He said, again apologizing to her.
“And, I don’t know when I’ll complete the cleansing, but I guess when that day comes, well…” Jaakuna just stopped there.
“Thank you.” He said bowing to the three Viera.
As the rest of the espers added in to the current topic, it definitely was divided. Half of the espers agreed with the decision that Chaos made and the other half are very vocal against it. They don’t usually meet like this, but when they do, it’s usually at the cost of something great to the Humes and other races of Ivalice. It’s only when one of their own kind do something this drastic that they must discuss amongst themselves. Once Ultima spoke, everyone instantly dropped the topic. Aside from Zodiark, she was the one they respected — and feared — most. That was when Chuculainn would add on, but Zeromus would silence him.
“I believe there is another matter that we must discuss.” Exodus said,
“The Seeds of The Chosen Ones.”
“Ah yes, you are correct Exo-sempai!” Fanfrit said happily
Every single one of them knew that this day would come. It was written by the Occuria themselves, the creators of the Espers and forgers of Ivalice. They knew that the day would come. They didn’t know if it was going to be in five years or five centuries. They just knew that eventually there would come a day that the prophecy of The Chosen Ones would come to life.
“How many have the seeds planted?” Asked Famfrit, slightly worried as he, Hashmaal, and Ultima remain to be freed and put unto their rightful owner.
“Two: Belias has planted his and Hashmaal has his planted.” Exodus revealed.
“And the rest of them?” Famfrit asked.
“That is up to the lot of you.” Exodus revealed.
“When you decide your respective Chosen One is ready is for you to judge. As for my own, his time is nearing.” Exodus revealed.
They were almost there. The group of Wesley, Nadeline, Lannit, Wendy, Clyde, and Savayna seemed to be three-fourths of the way to The Pharos as they see the giant tower in the distance.
“It seems we’re almost there.” Clyde shouted out as he was leading the charge, going to side to side, water in his face and boy did it feel good. It was the same for everyone else as well. They too went side-to-side, well maybe not Nadeline, as Wesley would notice that she seemed to be slightly uncomfortable. It was no surprise. She couldn’t swim. She would make it though.
About five minutes later, they were at The Pharos. “It seems like we made it.” Wesley said as the rest of the group touched ground, each getting off of their boards. As they would stare at the tall building in the distance, everyone would no doubt get their weapons out. Wesley would draw out his Sword Of Order, the blade having a faint orange glow to it. Savayna would pull out her Ice Queen Sword, the blade showing an icy fog-like mist surrounding it.
As they would turn to Lannit, Wendy, and Clyde, they just smiled.
“Let us show you guys what real weapons look like.” Clyde smirked. They stood in a straight line, each holding their hands out.
In front of Wendy, an blue and green-colored glyph appeared that did not have any known origin(just in case Nadeline was in her tome). What was on the glyph were two t-shaped objects crossed. As the glyph disappear,
two weapons appeared in Wendy’s hands. As the remaining light from Wendy’s glyph disappeared, two identical weapons were in both of her hands. They were tonfas, but they had a strange light-based shine to them.
“You like?” She showed the others her weapon.
“These were hand-crafted by the best scientists money could buy. Two tonfas with laser blades. They can cut through any physical substance like butter.” She revealed.
In front of Lannit, a glyph of pink and dark grey appeared that, like Wendy’s, did not have any point of origin or no info would be had in any known tome. The symbol on the glyph were several pink spikes coming out of something. Once the glyph itself would fade away, a materialized form would shape around Lannit’s right wrist. Upon further inspection, it would seem that it was some kind of
gun. It wrapped around his wrist nicely and it was dark grey in color. It had many other shades to it, but from the distance that it would be seen from, it would just appear dark grey. However, on the top of it, there seemed to be…pink spikes?
“Here’s my beaut. The Plasma Needle Gun!” Lannit said proudly.
In front of Clyde, a glyph of deep azure and white appeared before him. It too did not have any point of origin in any known tome or book. The symbol upon it looking like a chain blade of sorts with a hilt. As the glyph would soon fade away, a weapon would be seen in his hand. As it would be revealed, Clyde’s
weapon had an azure-blue hilt and it had a seemingly unmovable chain around the blade. It just looked like a badly-customized weapon. However, when they would think the weapon was nothing out of the ordinary, Clyde would apply force to the hilt, and that’s when the chain started rotating at high speeds, the noise sounding like that of a chainsaw.
“This here is the best goddamn weapon in all of Ivalice.” Clyde said boasting.
“This here, is a motherfucking Chainsaw Katana! Don’t you see how fucking wonderful it is!? “ Clyde would yell in such excitement and volume.
Wesley just couldn’t help but shake his head at Clyde, but he found his uncle’s antics amusing.
“A fine set of weapons you three have.” WEsley simply said.
