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Primrose, & Therion
Level: 9 - Total EXP: 303/90 --------- Level: 8 - Total EXP: 214/80
Level: 11 - Total EXP: 240/110 ------ Level: 10 - Total EXP: 268/100
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Tuesday Afternoon.
Location: The Dead Zone ➜ The Avenger
Word Count: 1540 (+3 exp)
The end of the arduous battle was signaled by pure noise. It was loud and horrible, reverberating up from the floor and around the edges of the hollow, but it only lasted as long as it took for the Floodfested to begin dying off.
The Guardian was destroyed. The last pieces of its body were rapidly disintegrating, shedding ash throughout the hollow. The buildings O had created, at least the ones that hadn't already been reduced to rubble, stood quiet and still to prove Juri's earlier words. And what remained of A soon dissolved, leaving no trace at all of his existence besides the toll he'd taken on the Seekers' minds - as even the number he'd done to their bodies would be swiftly repaired.
After standing in place and watching to ensure that A had really been wiped from the earth, Primrose drew in a deep breath. She was already sore, her adrenaline having seeped out of her once things came to an end. Gingerly she touched a hand to the last wound A had inflicted on her, attempting to spark a small healing flame. She pursed her lips when her pyromancy only sputtered. She was not quite in danger of bleeding out since her Encore had kicked in, but she was still in a bad way. The dancer glanced at Roland too (and found the kids to have wisely vacated the area), and she judged him healthy enough that he wouldn't keel over. In that case, she could conserve her energy and let Sandalphon, Blazermate, or even Junior deal with everyone's injuries if he was in the state to.
One person that didn't wait for medics was Therion. Now that the fight was over, he stood in the open and re-summoned his striker Nayan to spread another shallow pool of healing water for himself and anyone else to use. Since it was already there, Primrose turned to step inside of it and take in the cool relief. The thief looked her over as she did, making sure his friend was really alright. He didn't offer any words of comfort or congratulations, and neither did she - the entire experience from start to finish had been awful. Plainly put, it had sucked; and any positive feelings about succeeding in their mission or the fact it was over were dampened by the two losses the Seekers had taken.
When D fled, Pit had wanted to call after him something like yeah, you better run! but found that when he tried he just puffed out a heavy breath instead. The angel sighed and flopped down onto his back, taking a moment to catch his breath.
We did it...! he thought, though victory didn't feel as good as it usually did.
Good work, Pit. All of you fought hard, and now we're one step closer to Galeem.
Yeah. Thanks Lady Palutena, Pit transmitted back to her. He stared up at the sky, and the regular -if still ominous- moon. His gaze drifted slightly in the direction of the Sandswept Sky and Skyworld, though it was impossible to see from there. Maybe Lady Palutena would be able to see where their friends ended up when they came back, whenever it was they did. Though she heard Pit's wayward thought, the goddess herself didn't confirm or deny. She left Pit to regroup with the others once Sandalphon teleported in to collect them.
He hopped back to his feet and met with everyone else as they converged in the center of the hollow, eager to return to the Avenger. Pit didn't linger, pulling the fulton's cord as soon as it was strapped onto him. Therion followed suit, his normal hesitation soundly beat out by his desire to leave. Primrose was right behind him.
"Thank you," she said to the archangel, accepting both a fulton and the words. They likely wouldn't have made it through without Sandalphon's well timed arrival in the middle of battle, so the congratulations should be extended to her as well, but Primrose didn't say anything else for the time being. She glanced over at where Geralt and Grimm were securing the coffin Goldlewis always carried, then took a fulton and ascended.
There wasn't that much time in between fultons, so the victorious Seekers that arrived via that method were all waking up at around the same time. Ace waited until most had come to before he really turned his smile on and offered them all an earnest, "Welcome back."
It had been a rough day for everyone, on top of the casualties. Pit himself had been smashed, kicked around, crashed into things, nearly drowned, and had soaked up enough of the vampiric Consul's final magic barrage that he might be magically-radioactive. He really hoped he wasn't though. Needless to say he was tired and battered; his Orbitars still floated around him, but even they sagged in the air. The angel was in a sorry state even after Roxas' Curaga, and would definitely benefit from a trip to the infirmary and then the cafeteria, but he smiled nonetheless.
"We did it," he said again, this time out loud, a determined edge to his voice. They'd won, and they were gonna keep winning until they'd freed everyone in the world.
Primrose looked at the young angel briefly, seeming to pick up his feelings. Nobody had wanted to lose allies, but the fact was that they had. There wasn't much else they could do but carry on. Though she would remember, the dancer was not one to wallow in such losses. If nothing else they would drive her further forward. Primrose composed herself as much as possible, accepting the food, water, and medicine that was pressed into her hands. She would return to the room she no longer shared with Midna, take a much needed shower, put on a fresh change of clothes and decompress. Then it would be back to the business at hand.
Though in relatively good shape compared to the other Seekers, especially after indulging in his own striker's healing, once he heard what the laudanum did Therion took more than his share of the vials. He wanted them on hand in case something or someone turned up in the future that could do what A had been able to, attack their psyches directly. He stashed them in his bag, stripped off the remnants of the raincoat, and didn't really wait around before he took his leave alongside some of the other Seekers to depart the area early. He didn't have any real want to be alone, but he also didn't have any particular plan for the afternoon besides to eventually find something more substantial to eat. He'd figure it out later, or else nap until the next meeting. As he left, Therion glanced at the newly transformed Ganondorf. He really hoped the man wouldn't smell like the inside of the Qliphoth after the fusion, or else he'd have to go find another room to bunk in.
Pit finally dismissed his divine weapon once the hanger really began to thin out of people. He blinked after Edelgard, one of the few that made it quite clear she wouldn't want company, before glancing back at the remainder of the group. He had perked up slightly at the mention of Hammerhead. He'd been there before, with Nero, Yuri, Banjo, and Kazooie - the same day they'd visited the edge of the Dead Zone on reconnaissance. It was a neat place, with a lot to do, but would the solemn mood prevent everyone from enjoying it when they got there?
The angel fidgeted. Then he pressed his wings in close to his back and, after a quick glance at the map on the wall, declared, "I'm... gonna go get something to eat!" and took his own leave. Now that the fight was over, and the Consul that had taken their friends was defeated, he would be fine; it would probably take him a lot less time to process and work through the Seekers' loss than others. It was the nature of watching over 'mortals' after all.
Which left the Ace Cadet, who was content to make sure everyone else was getting on alright.
He had offered out what remained of his potion stock to help with Eleison's healing supply so that the weary warriors wouldn't have to spend their energy to heal themselves, as he could always make more later. It was more important that the haggard Seekers, hearts still heavy with the fresh loss of their comrades, were recovered as soon as possible even if it was only physically. Ace had almost wanted to apologize to the group at large - he was sorry that they'd lost people, sorry that he couldn't have done more - but he didn't, just swallowing the feeling.
The hunter nodded after Geralt and the others heading out. "Kecha later," he told them.
With everyone returned, Sandalphon's brief news delivered, and plans for the afternoon very slowly taking shape in people's minds as they left the area, there was only one other thing that the Cadet thought to do for the moment. He looked at Nadia and opened his arms, offering the woman a hug for as long as she would indulge him.