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Listening to Adam talk was relaxing.
He was second on the list he decided. First was Mackenzie, she had been bumped to first place after Fenna was demoted to the bottom of the list, only above himself and Zell and that wasn't a good thing! Then there was Adam and following him was Kass.
What was the list?
Least troublesome party members, of course.
After Fenna decided it was a good idea to take a dunk in a wellspring -well okay, he knew she didn't do it on purpose but his near heart attack was still the same, she deserved to be on the bottom three besides him, and Zell, it was a miracle she wasn't immediately reduced to ashes and he hoped, nay, prayed she didn't do something like that ever again.
But back to the point he listened as Adam recounted his last escapades. It was nice hearing one of his friends was having a positive effect on Valheim, regardless of the dreaded cause behind it. It was also good to once more be reminded that his party had one more ace in the hole, he had read about some of the classes during his stay at the institute and from what he had read their Druid was way about weight class for what he should be capable of.
So in conclusion this was a very pleasant time he was spending with one of his friends, just one afternoon talking about their recent endeavors, no heart-to-heart talk about their ambitions, no revelations about one's psyche, and no life-threatening quest emerging.
He really needed this.
“...so after mastering that plant, I went here. Oh, I forgot to mention! My friend, the one I sent the letter to, recommended the book where I learned about it. Glee is great, I'm glad I was able to mail him. I even-”
Suddenly, the look on Adam's face did a 180, turning from a pleasant demeanor to abject horror.
”Oh, no.”
Godamit.
He watched in real-time as Adam's face fell into a mix of emotions, none of them positive and a ball formed in his stomach.
Thoughts about relaxation were discarded in favor of concern and wariness. Suddenly his senses sharpened, and vigilance raised his head while keeping Adam in sight, Valhaim was supposed to be safe but if Adam was reacting like this...
"What it is Adam?"
If Adam was reacting like this it meant that shit was bad.
I am locking in to Ifrit, I got a cool idea for a Regalia of that type
I am thinking of doing something with either Shiva or Ifrit
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-
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