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[craniumlupus]

aikidoheroine​:

“That summoning of Lakshmi was even more powerful than her previous incarnation! Even if no one had been enthralled, I may have needed your help regardless!” Tenko did indeed meet Fordola’s eyes, her bright green eyes gleaming brightly. “But you didn’t have to agree to help, Fordola. So that you made that decision is what matters!” 

“Shut it.” Fordola’s answer was curt and to the point. She didn’t need - nay, want - to remember what happened during the Qalyana setup, as it brought up unwanted feelings. She didn’t want the Warrior of Light to pity her, or start befriending her.

“I fought because that is my duty as a soldier. Don’t try to bring personal feelings into this argument.”

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eventide​:

The heroine’s forehead was damp, but the pain subsided to where she could think clearly. Still, there was a slight weariness to her. It took a moment for her to gain her bearings; her mind swam with trying to comprehend the the visions, barely aware the other hadn’t retaliated. Nor ran, but rather sat close in a state of vulnerability.

The Warrior of Light decided not to reach for her weapons, close by as they were. Hesitantly, she looked at the other female.

“N-no, mine’s different,” it perhaps wasn’t until she had met her Lalafell companion, that she realized not all those who possessed the Echo had the same abilities. Some more valuable than most. Like the aforementioned Lalafell for example. “There’s only a shallow sense of it while experiencing a vision…”

But in comparison to the olive-eyed Hyur’s version of the ability, the brunette was practically gifted. To feel the physical and emotional pain of others…? Though because Lupis’ version was artificially created, that could have warped something.

“No one with the Echo I’ve met has something like yours. I… can’t imagine what it must feel like.” Though perhaps the trade off was for the woman’s keen sense of awareness in combat.

“The vision I had just now, for example, you were… experimented on to use it. I hadn’t felt what you did–physically or mentally.”

Fordola played around with the pebble as she listened to the other’s explanation. “Of course you can’t.” She scoffed, flicking the pebble against the wall to her left. “You’re the Warrior of Light, it’d be bad if you had something holding you down.” Her scornful expression returned, and she went back to drawing in the dirt.

“What I went through on that day.. It lies deeper than the obvious pain of the experimentation, or the sickening smile of mal Asina as he finally had a subject to experiment on. It was my desperation for victory.” Fordola sighed and looked past the other’s shoulder to check no one was walking in her confession and look weak.

She took a deep breath, calming her nerves. “History won’t remember that, however. They’ll remember Zenos yae Galvus and his little she-wolf, who both thirsted for power enough to steal the boon of Hydaelyn.”

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eventide​:

Quickly the distance closed between the two; but the adventurer didn’t connect her strike and instead stumbled. A pulsating ache in her head stopped her. Against the pain, she tried to take aim at Lupis, but it proved useless, her vision blurred.

Why now..?!

She collapsed in front of the Ala Mhigan. Her fingers loosened its grip on her only weapon of defense until it fell with a clatter. The foe’s words reverberated in her head; the vision of the woman’s black scleras and red pupils invaded her sight.

Lupis. Fordola rem Lupis. The vision was of her. How she obtained this Resonance–rather, what turned her into one. Strapped down to strange machinery. Poked and prodded like she wasn’t human.

“Y-you… ngh…” the staggered female’s breathing was short. Concentrated. Amidst the pain, her mind felt oddly cloudly. Perhaps she was on the verge of fainting.

Fordola’s exasperated sigh came out seconds before she glared at the kneeling adventurer. She picked up the chakram she discarded earlier and threw it atop the one laying down between them, a heavy clang resonating in the room.

Fordola waited till the reverberation ended before she sat down in front of the other, crossing her legs and tucking them close. “You know, I’ve always wondered something about your Echo.” She drew circles into the dirt with two fingers, her gaze following those. “Do you feel pain when you see things? And I’m not just talking about the initial pain before your vision whites out.”

Her fingers hit against a pebble and stayed still, and when she looked up, there was no scorn or anger ; the other would find doubt and hesitation. “Sometimes, when I see Mhigans, and my Resonance activates.. I feel everything. I’m not just a spectator, I’m an active player. Their physical and mental pain becomes my pain.”

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aikidoheroine​:

Tenko studied Fordola, who was sitting in her prison cell not looking at Tenko. “But what good are you if you destroy yourself? People out there do need you! I wouldn’t have been able to defeat Lakshmi again if it weren’t for you!” 

“Cut the crap. You only needed my help because there were people you needed to protect from being enthralled, and you know it.”

“You wouldn’t need my help if you faced Lakshmi with no interferences. Look me in the eye and dare prove me wrong.”

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aikidoheroine​:

“You want me to speak more plainly? Fine. You spent all your time making sure you were the biggest threat in Ala Mhigo, to protect Ala Mhigo, and you succeeded!”  Tenko couldn’t help but look at the glowing eye that indicated Fordola’s artificial Echo. “But now that you succeeded, what are you going to do?”

“The same thing I’ve ever done: fight, fight, and fight again. I abandoned my self-worth when I started brandishing my tattoo. It doesn’t matter if I break or if I die.”

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eventide​:

It was frustrating being unable to use the coveted Echo when needed; how this Hyur before her had such power was unimaginable. Nothing hit her; she could predict movements before the warrior could herself; and it allowed Lupis to strive and embrace her strength.

“Quiet!”

Gritting her teeth in frustration, the heroine advanced forward guarding her front with her other chakram, ignoring the woman’s very words that rang true to the deceased viceroy–the beast within. Something that lacked humanity. Functioning on baser instincts alone.

Fordola didn’t smile, nor laugh, nor react in a way to taunt the Hyur heroine. “Zenos is not a pitiable toddler. But neither are you, so get your goddamn act together, by the twelve.” She sighed and dropped the fighting stance, leaving herself bare.

She closed her eyes and turned her cheek, presenting her Mhigan tattoo to the other. “Just do it and be done with it. Hit me, maim me, slay me, but do it because you want to, not because I spoke ill of him.”

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@aikidoheroine​ asked: “you were once and perhaps continue to be the myth you tell to scare yourself”

“Stop with your philosophical bullshit. I’m a sellsword, nothing less, nothing more.”

[rougelame]

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[craniumlupus]

eventide​:

The heroine’s silence was telling.

But she had no time to dwell on the complexity of the issue. Wonderment turned to immediate concern. The other woman was ilms away.

With her hands intertwined with her chakrams, she leapt back and tossed a single one with a seamless twirl on her heel; the multi-pointed weapon spun its way toward the other Hyur.

The fight was only beginning. Though Lupis was covered in dust and grime, the woman was fierce with an equally determined will, seldom to give up.

Fordola’s Resonance allowed her to pick the perfect moment to shove her arm into the chakram to capture it. It was not a weapon she was used to wielding ; and thus she discarded it behind her. “You cannot harm me. Not without your little trick.” Fordola remarked, confidently walking towards the other.

“But you’ll not stop at that, don’t you? Because you're the Warrior of Light, Eorzea’s champion.” Fordola threw her arms up to guard herself. “And that excited the beast within him.”

[phantomemes]

starters  /  prompts taken from hieu minh nguyen’s work ,  not here .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .

  ❛  it seems important to mention all the things that went wrong  ❜

  ❛  don’t ask if i’m a ghost  ❜

  ❛  i fled and did not return  ❜

  ❛  i cannot love you  ,  if i love you  ,  i will die  ❜

  ❛  for years i chose death  ❜

  ❛  i belong to my mother’s fear  ❜

  ❛  what do you do with tenderness when all you expect is fury ?  ❜

  ❛  he looks like he will keep you safe  ❜

  ❛  any love i find will be treason  ❜

  ❛  why did you bring me here ?  ❜

  ❛  i count the hornets that escape their mouths  ❜

  ❛  i only ask for your laughter  ❜

  ❛  look at me in the old way in this new light  ❜

  ❛  sometimes i wake up and my body does not follow  ❜

  ❛  it wasn’t the same without you  ❜

  ❛  i’m still trying to figure out what it means to stay  ❜

  ❛  it’s all very predictable  ❜

  ❛  how can i love something that isn’t ruined ?  ❜

  ❛  like all agony  ,  there are pleasant moments  ❜

  ❛  i want to be better at lying  ❜

  ❛  i’m afraid if i say it out loud i will cast a curse  ❜

  ❛  some men don’t know they’re hungry until they eat  ❜

  ❛  some spells take years to cast  ❜

  ❛  there are rules you have to follow if you want to survive  ❜

  ❛  i know you’re not supposed to smile back  ❜

  ❛  madness  ,  too  ,  can be cumulative  ❜

  ❛  trying to forget is not the same as leaving  ❜

  ❛  i really should get a sense of humor  ❜

  ❛  i understand no one  ❜

  ❛  i cannot stop him from disappearing  ❜

  ❛  her body was a dress i hung for motivation  ❜

  ❛  you were once and perhaps continue to be the myth you tell to scare yourself  ❜

  ❛  there are countless ways to justify company  ❜

  ❛  you are predictable in your longing  ❜

  ❛  i don’t want to explain a thing  ❜

  ❛  i knew if i just asked him to leave he would have  ❜

  ❛  there are countless ways to open a carcass  ❜

  ❛  all i’ve ever wanted to be was useful  ❜

  ❛  there’s still time to be saved  ❜

  ❛  shut up  ;  i know the story  ,  or at least the lesson  ❜

  ❛  you wont find it  ;  you won’t find whatever you’re looking for  ❜

  ❛  i could get away with being clumsy with knives  ❜

  ❛  i want to study the mechanics of leaving  ❜

  ❛  any adjective can be true if you cry hard enough  ❜

  ❛  i see little futures in the distance but none belong  ❜

  ❛  i am beginning to forget what i expect from the world i always knew  ❜

  ❛  you can’t think of regret as a town you move too when grief snores too loud  ❜

  ❛  in death we belong to everyone  ❜

  ❛  i want to return to my old body  ❜

  ❛  i think the life i want is the life i have  ,  but how can i be sure ?  ❜

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eventide​:

@craniumlupus ~ ✰

The thick tension paused; the Warrior of Light let the woman’s clipped reply be carried by the wind.

The brunette shivered, however not from the air’s current outside Ala Mhigo’s walls. There was a burning question that plagued her mind that perhaps one associated with Zenos yae Galvus had an answer to.

“Zenos called me his ‘first friend’, I… still wonder what he meant by that. Was he truly lonely?” Unlike the hardened Hyur before her, the adventurer’s question came off utterly ignorant. Foolish. But in her mind, had the frightening figure had a companion, then there may have been hope for him before his demise.

A chance for change. Hells, even prior in the Garlean’s childhood that surely would have meant something.

Fordola stopped mid-push-up, her gaze now directed towards the hero. Her knee scrambled forward as she sat up and wiped her hands clean of dust and grime. “Who knows what his imperialness thought, and more importantly, who cares?” She whispered, more to herself than the other.

“Would you pity a wounded animal if he murdered your whole family?” That was her proper answer this time, her footsteps inching closer to where the Warrior of Light was. “If you’re so curious, though, why don’t you use that little curse of yours?” Her right eye flashed red in the near darkness as she uttered those words.

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@eventide​ asked: “You're with... Zenos, aren't you?”

Most people would react with disgust at the implication of being an acquaintance of the crown prince, but Fordola did not. There was a certain amount of shame at the thought, but Fordola would not shy away from the truth. That’s not her style.

“Yes.”

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