I am thinking of doing something with either Shiva or Ifrit
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I will post tomorrow
I am tentatively interested, you have a really neat idea
He looked at the man in front of him.
There was a presence about him, like a solid wall you had no choice but to acknowledge as it felt more solid, more real than you did. He had noticed it since the first time he had met him and it was one of the reasons he accepted him readily when he expressed his desire to join, in retrospective he had been extremely lucky that such a person was open to being recruited into some unknown party with badly kept secrets.
And now that same man was sitting in front of him looking at him with concern in his posture.
His thoughts were scrambled, not as much by both sides of himself creating conflicting thoughts but rather by the revelation- and it was a revelation, ever since he had appeared in this weird world there had been coincidences stacking into coincidences that led him down certain paths, and as subtle as some of them had been when influencing him there was something 'bitch slapping' about the man in front of him appearing when he was in his knees begging for salvation. He... he had never been the most devout follower truth be told, he attended mass sometimes and did the things he was supposed to do with his family but in comparison to some of his relatives (especially the older ones), his faith was a spark to their raging inferno.
But for the second time in his life he had spectated a miracle.
He was going to tell him, wasn't he? Yeah, since the moment he was found in the alley there was little in the way of resistance or reluctance to share his problem.
Zell's situation... wasn't something he could handle alone anymore, if the second ritual failed then he would be truly out of options and his friend would be corrupted, lost in the same way he had been when his life had been cut short. A shadow of his former self, mighty but so warped that only traces of the original remained.
He didn't want that.
Briefly, the thought of sharing his own doubts crossed his mind, Zigmund was James and James was Zigmund, that was undeniable, but he wasn't either of them, not entirely. He kept a good sense of morality but the most effective solutions kept flashing throughout his mind, lacking the instinctive aversion James' once possessed, he had a new ruthlessness edge that was more calculating than malicious as used to be the case for Zigmund. He loved and hated. He wished for them to experience hardship and live long and joyful lives. He felt nostalgia and a yearning for home. He was figuring things out, moving with the flow like a leaf on the stream, but quick-witted to adjust his trajectory to achieve results.
He was he.
And that wasn't a burden he was willing to place on anyone's back.
“What’s on your mind Captain? You can talk to me.”
He cracked immediately and told everything.
He was wandering through some park he didn't recognize.
It had taken a long effort to assure Kass that he was fine going on his own but the Paladin's concern was clearly on the biggest threat that the Black Sword represented. He had some idea about what he was planning to do, it was funny how he was planning to reinforce the stereotype that melee classes solved everything by hitting it but maybe that was the solution he had been searching for.
Quietly he sat on one of the benches of the park, it was getting late and he could see himself eating dinner at the Drum if he headed in that direction.
He didn't.
Instead, he stared at the trees in stillness, if his memory wasn't wrong Fenna should be in the hospital getting tips from the doctors and nurses who managed the place. Despite not being a church of Samed the people attending it were diligent and experienced, which made sense considering the number of adventurers that passed through Valheim.
He wondered what the rest of his party doing.
His blood was flowing.
Small wounds, little more than paper cuts, littered his body and dropped a few droplets of blood but he paid the pain little mind, his mind full of bloodlust as he and the hollow exchanged blows. He could feel it, the fervor of battle was rushing through him, invigorating him in a way that was difficult to describe, were he a more pondering inclined person this may have been a moment of reflection and enlightenment.
As it stood the only thing crossing through his brain was blood.
With a mighty effort, he slammed both fists into the spider, sending it flying until it impacted against the barrier. His attention was firmly on the acid explosion that the Hollow produced once it collided with the barrier and then on the acid that flew over the battlefield, landing on someone.
His gaze was vacant as he watched the figure rush toward his own enemy.
He could feel his mind and body cooling down, it was an unpleasant feeling that he rather not feel, two paths were open in front of him, the big Hollow with the leaders or helping Tasui?... well that big Hollow seemed like it would be a good scrap. With eager steps, he grabbed his Zanpakuto and started to move for the drider.
At least that had been the plan before he caught sight of the pink menace speeding towards them, her speed faster than his own and the thought of fighting while hearing her scoldings... yeah no, fuck that.
He gave the big enemy a last look before he turned to help Tasui, Zanpakuto sheathed and fists ready to deliver some assistance. He just hoped this Hollow was a better fighter than the last one.
A little busy IRL, will try to post today or tomorrow
"...already told you, you bought all I had"
The neck of the corpulent man was bulging, irritation was clear on his face as he talked with a calm tone but it was clear that he was reaching his limit, even his politeness sounded strained. The surrounding people were trying their hardest to seem inconspicuous as they eavesdropped on the conversation, maybe it was a survival instinct that made them take notice, or perhaps the city of Valheim was used to the drama that arose from Adventurers, whatever the case it was obvious they were prepared to act if things took a turn.
"Fine!" James rubbed his eyes and let out a sigh "Fine I get it, is there anywhere else I can get it? I really need it"
At his words the big man seemed to relax, tense shoulders dropping by a small margin "I don't think you can get it anymore, with the city under siege all our supplies are becoming depleted fast, the only reason I still had some left was that I accidentally overstocked" At the man's words James' face fell and the man took notice "Look, I can ask around but I wouldn't get my hopes up, every day more and more resources are used up and any useful material is snatched as soon as it appears"
The situation was less than ideal, the material in question was an uncommon type of magical reagent used in rituals regarding barriers, were it a herb or some kind of bark he could have asked Adam to do something to grow more but sadly it wasn't the case. In the first place he had been lucky that the merchant before him still had some, the material was not used extensively so it was always stocked in small amounts and whatever there had been had most definitely been used by the city defenses, it was just a conjecture but he wouldn't be surprised if it had been utilized in a ritual to lessen the strain the barrier around the city had on the mages.
But that was not the point, he needed it for the second attempt at the sealing ritual.
Letting out an exhale he thanked the merchant and left the stall, he could feel the eyes of the crowd following him but he paid it no mind, already too preoccupied with a different worry.
Zell didn't want to let go of the Black Sword.
The corruption was worsening, he could see it in the way he sometimes stared at nothing, how he always made sure the sword was within reach, the small flinches whenever someone got too close to it. Fuck it was Abhorrent and he hated the way it made him feel powerless. There it was, his best friend suffering and he couldn't do anything, he had even tried going to the church to pray but for all Areleth told him the gods favored him his prayers were only met with silence.
He didn't know what to do.
Before he realized he was deep in some alley, knees tucked and back against the wall, hands grabbing his face as his eyes burned with the feeling of unshed tears. There was a part of him that was offering advice with glee, to do what he had to do. To avenge his own death and save his friend at the same time.
The other part was raging, screaming at the other and failing to get a reaction.
He was at his limit.
He just... he just didn't know what to do.
One last time he decided, he would try one last time. Shaking hands clasped each other and he began a prayer, listing each name carefully and promising to be a good little priest if they could help him just this one time.
After some time he finished and waited.
Ah
Of course that wouldn-
Will post tonight, got a couple stuations IRL these last days
He was stressed.
For once it wasn't about the stupid cube, steady progress had been made on it now that the 'defense' mechanism had been identified. Any cleric of Syllagy would help resolve the damn thing but apparently expecting members of the clergy who follow a Goddess of deception aren't keen on revealing themselves just because. That was something that irked him more than he cared to admit and when he had been told he had nearly blown a fuse, fully believing them -and their Goddess- to be on the enemy side.
He said as much and what followed was a very extensive session about gods from a scholar's standpoint. Gods were not omnipotent nor omniscient, they had limited capacity to see the mortal world as well as act, according to records it used to be different a long time ago but something changed, restricting the gods from interacting with the mortal world in significant ways. Including their own Domains. As an example she used the Wraith his party took care of, it was siphoning energy from Hades' Domain over the dead and despite being so much weaker it was capable of contesting Hades' influence on his own church.
This was very much the same.
Their side might have used a ritual or forbidden magic to force Syllagy's Domain as protection for the cube, the Chief's current theory was that the divinity was enforcing a lie over the cube, something akin to an illusion creating the concept of "The cube is inert" preventing them from perceiving any reaction to any of the tests they had run earlier.
But that was a tangent.
He was stressed because Zell Fucking Brooks.
The ritual two days ago had been perfect, all the materials were gathered in good quality and Areleth had been willing to help by lending him a sacred ground to perform the ritual once he hinted at the situation, with everything ready the ritual was as potently as it could be ...which brought the point of his frustration, the only way that the ritual could have failed would have been if the recipient was unwilling to undergo it.
And fail it had.
The conclusion was evident, Zell doesn't want to get rid of the Black Sword.
He split.
One side of him was darkly amused, gleeful that his killer would fall in such an ironic manner. The other was raging.
For a moment there was stillness, the next both hands were cradling his head as it felt like his skull wanted to split apart, two streams of thought in disarray pulling in a different direction and colliding with each other, he should give up, he should keep trying as many times as he could, he didn't deserve it, he wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him, he should show mercy, the black goat would collect their due, they could run, from the witch queen?
"No"
The headache subsided slowly, like a faded memory that was being remembered wrong, each moment felt clearer than the last, and before long he allowed his hands to retract.
The sight that grated him was of his smashed nightstand, looking around it was clear that he hadn't remained still during his little episode. Moving slowly he picked his things from the rubble, it was a miracle nobody had come to investigate but with the morning noise and general tension in the city perhaps it wasn't that strange, still, he would have to report this to Freddy and pay for the damages, he would be lucky if the man didn't just throw him over it.
What a rotten way to start the day.
Good news: he wasn't thrown to the streets.
Bad news: the furniture wasn't cheap.
Despite absolutely putting a sizeable dent in his pocket Freddy was understanding, having rented the rooms to Adventurers before he was aware of how rowdy they could get sometimes and judging by the way he recoiled when he saw him the innkeeper probably realized that what happened wasn't something in any way normal.
Breakfast felt like a chore, there was a disconnection between himself and the rest of the world that he couldn't ignore, it was almost as if he knew he was replaced and the world didn't care, like an impostor praying that somebody would notice and rat them out.
It was an ugly feeling.
"James"
With a startle, he noticed someone was sitting in front of him.
Fenna looked back with impassive eyes, the same sharp eyes she had whenever she was relaxed, they reminded in of Sil's, the same calm but deadly gaze it looked at the world with when it was perched.
"Oh hey Fenna, sorry I was distracted, wassup?"
The conversation developed in a surprising way, seemingly Fenna had received an unexpected boon from her las Ascension, a healing spell similar to his own. For a brief moment he felt the world regain a little of color before it returned to its gray hue, the idea of another healer in the team was extremely appealing with how often he ended hurt having another person able to save one of his party members' lives was invaluable. Something Fenna agreed with as she asked for help regarding medical expertise, now he wasn't really a doctor so the idea of just giving tips was way too uncomfortable so instead he shared a proposal "I know a place where you can get good practice, we can go tomorrow night if you want" She left that as a maybe, saying she had to think it over.
Then his world was brought to a halt as she talked about her encounter with a glowy pool of water on the spa and how her first instinct was to reach for it!
The melancholy that was clinging to him was swiftly discarded replaced with sheer horror and concern that then he forcefully turned into anger.
"Fenna, can-can you explain things from the start, please?"
So apparently he had been on the wrong site.
Go figure.
At the very least he had been found by another shinigami on janitor duty and told where to go, had he missed the group heading towards Hueco Mundo he doubted they would have returned for him. Luckily he had managed to arrive just as the tattoed guy opened the portal.
Then things got weird.
From what he remembered from the teachers at the Academy Hueco Mundo was exactly how they described it, arid and devoid of color, with the occasional Hollow running amok, his first instinct was to rush ahead and deliver a beating but he stopped himself, the words of the Captain ringing in his skull. So instead of doing the usual he marched until he encountered Kobe, at which point he decided to walk beside the other man, it was strange to be alongside the man instead of in the ring across each other but it wasn't a bad feeling.
Instead he loosened his muscles and prepared to -was that the Ice Queen? Ah hell she was, of all the possible missions and he ended up in the same one as her.
At least she seemed to be more focused on the mission than on him, he didn't know what the fuck was her problem with him but if he had learned anything during his time as a rat was to never back down when someone insulted you.
Then eventually they stopped, the two older Shinigami said something or the other about the mission but he didn't bother listening to the details, it if the result was fighting either way then the choice didn't matter, in fact, they should just go each way and deal with them, he said as muc-
"fight for something"
The words resonated in his head before he could say anything.
In the end he let the others make the decision, and the group progressed at a relaxed speed, this is what stealth missions were like? He couldn't say he was a fan. Then hell broke loose.
The attacks were almost too fast for him to follow, and there was a certainty inside himself that if he had been the victim of the first attack he wouldn't have reacted fast enough to block. Thankfully when the Hollow had decided to attack he was prepared, drawing his Zanpakuto he blocked the attack from the Spider Hollow, all his previous thoughts were discarded immediately, replaced with bloodlust and teeth grit into a smile.
The struggle was almost evenly matched but he was stronger, he would win the exchange but it wouldn't be quick.
"Accumulate and explode, Aka!"
The words spilled from his lips with nary a thought, more muscle memory than some attempt at strategy, perhaps if his weapon changed in the radical ways some of his fellow's did then it would have disturbed the balance even more but as it was it would it barely anything.
So he let go of his Zanpakuto.
His Zanjutsu teacher would suffer a heart attack if he saw his actions during the mission but such thoughts were beyond him at this point, instead he dodged backward and watched as the sudden lack of resistance threw the Spider off, unbalancing it as it was committed to the attack. Using the opportunity he attacked with Hakuda, heavy punches damaging delicate joints.
A distant part of his mind wondered what everyone else was doing.
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