Windward

"After the catastrophe, I met you, my hope, and the wind began to blow once more" Agnès Oblige RP blog / Affiliated with Asphodel Valley

[galeofhope]

((hello friends! seeing as i've been quite inactive around here-- if anyone would lke a starter or to plot something with Agnes, please like this post or send me an ask, and we'll work something out? c,:))

[sodaiseternal-blog-blog]

cola is love: cola is life

[sodaiseternal-blog-blog]

Shintaro felt like he’d been standing there for weeks, clumsily fumbling with the door as if it would do anything to help. The soda withdrawal must have been taking its toll on him. He wondered if he could just break the glass. Sure, it was illegal to do stuff like that, but zombies and death had a way of making one care less for petty things like law and order.

He inexplicably felt like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. Or, to use a metaphor more relevant to his lifestyle, been caught with his browser still stuck on sites displaying videos and images of a questionable nature.

He stared at the rather cute (oh God, it was a cute girl, he almost would have preferred a zombie at this point) girl, his mouth partially open as he searched for something to say.

"Uh. Hi?"

[galeofhope]

Ah. She's been noticed.

The way he reacted made the vestal feel like she was... intruding on a private matter. Intimate, even. She wasn't really sure on how to react. For a brief moment she just stood there, returning his startled deer stare with an equally bewildered one. Finally, she looked down sheepishly and made a curtsy, trying to save some of his grace.

"P-Pardon my rudeness," she looked carefully at the young man, choosing words that (hopefully) fit the...situation(?).

He had beens struggling the entire time, and still hadn't managed to gain entrance--she might as well ask, she thought. "Are you trying to enter that... structure? D-do you perhaps, need some assistance?"

[foodforflowers]

Yooo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really want. | Open

[foodforflowers]

  "Yes, Ylisse. Granted I…came from a time that wasn’t so different from what we’re experiencing now, but after gaining the chance to travel back to the past, forced to such a place again is like a slap to the face." Would she accept his explanation or look as if he were crazy? Honestly, he wasn’t exactly sure if he had to tell of all the details in the first place. It did say however that he had experience living in such place, as difficult as it was to imagine, if something he didn’t want to think about - those times were harsh, and keeping a smile was something he did to keep everyone else going. Now he had to continue doing the same. "I wouldn’t have minded traveling to the place you hail from however." Smooth transition.

To have her care so much about a stranger like him, even going so far as to empathize with his hidden pain, to touch his hand, Inigo decided that he would stay by her side as long as needed and protect her. It was the least he could do, after all, compared to what Agnès had done for him. 

"We’ll fight as long as need to," he said, agreeing, though he remained silent about his companions, "We’ll make it through, and we’ll find your friend as well. We’ll all make it through this."

Yes, hope will never die…

[galeofhope]

"You have....travelled back to the past? I see.... so it's also something that happens in other worlds..." Thinking more on it, she realized the circumstances she had experienced were different, but she nodded in sympathy, knowing how he must have felt now. "To think you have accomplished something, only to be thrown back into the state things were..." Over, and over....

She shook her head, as though warding the memories away. "Our world had been in a dark state as well, but this is an entirely different state altogether." She looked out to the window once, as though to confirm, "All is well in my world now... at least, when I left it. If it were all possible," she smiled again at Inigo, "I would be glad to have you as a guest."'

She nodded. "Whatever this world is, we'll make it through , somehow..."

It appeared that there was still something that ailed her companion-- she could not blame him; it was someone who didn't choose his fate, and what happened after, after all. She gave his hand another reassuring squeeze.

"‘Although, for now, I feel we best take a breather."

[foodforflowers]

Yooo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really want. | Open

[foodforflowers]

"As do I." It’s so oddly different that he’s been lost since he got here, taking to the forests but considering they were creepy and had about the same amount of life as everywhere else, Inigo didn’t dawdle in them too long. Even the water proved to be a nasty source, its rivers either dry or filled with disgust. "It’s nothing like Ylisse, it’s more like…" The future that he hailed from, scarily so, if it was filled with strange buildings and even stranger contraptions lining these queer streets. Visiting the past and feeling the sun, viewing the sky, he almost could have forgotten that it was real thing he went through. "…a nightmare." He’s felt like he said that before.

But even with the depressing topic, his smile didn’t fall. “Of course, dear, he sounds like someone you really care about. I wouldn’t let anyone handle this on their own anyway, dying alone is scary, and dealing with this unknown world alone more so. No one could argue against more company in these times, right?” Inigo loved the company, after all…mostly if they were girls but can’t complain, he supposed.

Her next question brought upon a minor internal panic, even if his smile never faltered. His friends… Did they even care about his passing? Or did they trample over his fallen body to continue their goal? Hah… He truly did become food for the flowers, didn’t he. Thinking about them, Inigo couldn’t help but think that yes, he was just another tool for them to use, and once he was finished and done with, that was it, so why mourn over someone like him? 

"No, I don’t believe so, they’re a capable bunch, but I think they managed just fine. We all had a goal to achieve, and with their thick heads, I do imagine that they made it to seeing it completed!" 

Smile. Keep on smiling to move on forward.

[galeofhope]

"Ylisse," the vestal echoed, "Is that the place you have come from?" It was just as she thought, after all. "Still... I can verily agree with you, this place is certainly... far from pleasant." Agnes had experienced darkness, places full of malevolent energy that could verily warp the very fragments of someone's mind, if they weren't careful--but this place was entirely different. Everything was just....lifeless.

She shuddered. That didn't make things any more pleasant at all.

She noticed the young man's eyes dim slightly even as he smiled, as he spoke of his companions, but said nothing. A fighter that fell in the midst of war? He certainly was too young to perish... and a death so noble, farm ore noble than what had happened to her.

She took hold of her  companion's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, returning his smile.

"They will, for sure, seeing as how you've helped them. And we will be alright, too."

And hopefully we will return to them, the vestal thought to herself, but didn't voice it out. 'Alright' was already as optimistic as outlooks can get in this situation, but one can hope.

[swordofrupture]

can you feel the wind now [ agnes ]

[swordofrupture]

She was either avoiding the question or unsure how to answer to him. Really now, do maidens have no idea how to offer themselves to a king? Frowning, Gilgamesh merely crossed his arms as Agnes finally straighten herself up to look at him. His eyes scanned her from head to toe now that she was not running around from the zombies. 

Though what was more interesting to Gilgamesh was the fact that she was actually running towards them…almost in a way. If he wasn’t blocking her way, surely the brunette would have ran towards another horde of undead right behind him. 

What to do with this one now? 

"Naturally one should be grateful when in a presence of a king, woman. Especially when this king absentmindedly saved you." As rude as ever, this man will be. But if Gilgamesh was actually more awake, then yes, he would let the woman meet her maker with the zombies, but that would be such a gruesome thing to watch…no, that was a lie. It would be entertaining but now Gilgamesh has to deal with this woman.

Now alive and not being eaten limb from limb by zombies.

"Honestly now, these things are nothing but maggots. Just knock their heads off and the only thing they can do is embrace you to death instead of biting."

Like that’s suppose to make somebody feel better.  

[galeofhope]

"M-my apologies, sire!"

The vestal bowed her head low in a deep curtsy, keeping her head that way as she spoke. "I-I did not realize of my rudeness. I am in your debt, and I will do my best to repay it, although the means in which I may do so may only be so meager..."

Agnes merely flinched as the king before her... gave her tips on how to vanquish the enemies of that odd world. Truly, he held such terrifying power to speak of them in this manner-- he was not all words, as she had witnessed earlier when he had obliterated those things with the magical portal he had summoned. She only had witnessed that level of power very few times in her life, and those who wielded them were far from pleasant--and far from human.

Just what was this man?

Agnes kept her stance, not meeting the man's eye. It would appear that she had come across someone who was far more dangerous than even all the creatures of that world combined.

[foodforflowers]

Yooo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really want. | Open

[foodforflowers]

"You’re welcome, dear." Agnès might just have to learn quickly to take his compliments in stride, as he was full of them towards women. And how could he not with a complete sweetheart? However, he never went much further than that, keeping a distance. He’s kind, if easily brought to tears and had the tendency to get hot-headed at certain times, but he had a good heart. “Of course, I could never leave a person behind. That’s not how I was raised to be.” 

He smiled back. Inigo’s all too aware of using fake smiles to keep yourself strong, thus made no remark other than thinking that he’d have to watch her to make sure she didn’t overwork herself and perhaps faint. 

"I can see that happening, with all the buildings and such." The sight itself had made him confused, they were tall, even if the tops had toppled over, and there had been several unknown objects unattended in the streets that the mercenary would perhaps never learn the name of. "…if you are worried about their state of being, we can leave to search for them." After all, a friend of a friend was his friend, and thus his ‘never leave anyone behind’ mantra came into play here too.

[galeofhope]

"That is very reassuring," she said with a smile. Truly, flirtatious comments aside, the vestal saw that the younger man was pure of heart, and a kind person through and through. He returned her smile, and she found some comfort that at least, for the time being, there was someone else in this unnerving world she could turn to.

"Truly, this place is most mind boggling; not to mention those...things, as well. In truth, I have not the slightest clue on what could be happening here--the only thing I am certain of, is that this appears to be an entirely different world from the one I hailed from."

Although they both seemed to hail from a similar place, she felt that he came from a world different from hers.

"W-would you truly help me seek him out?" her eyes were wide and hopeful, "While I am confident that they can take care of themselves well enough, I still...."

She trailed off, eyes downcast, but looked upagain at her companion on the next beat, with a suggestion. "Do you also have companions present here? We can go and search for them, as well"

[foodforflowers]

Yooo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really want. | Open

[foodforflowers]

"Agnès? A wonderful name for a wonderful person like you." Down, boy. "No offense taken, dear, you’re polite and I understand." The way she spoke told as much, as well as the bow for even a person like him, that’d he give a bow too - he was a (secret) dancer, after all - but stuck on the ground, he managed with a wave of his hand.

"I wouldn’t worry, if it the chances say we were to meet, and the roles reversed, I would not have wasted any time to help you too." And besides what others thought, it wasn’t just because she was female; he wouldn’t leave any person behind.

"Ah." Should have expected that. "It’s okay, when things are finally calmed down, and a bed found, I can sleep." That, and he drooled. "I wouldn’t mind resting my eyes, however. But if I may ask, how are you? You aren’t feeling tired? And are there any friends of yours out there too?"

[galeofhope]

Agnès flinched at his comment, flustered. "N-no! T-that's... u-um, I mean, t-thank you..."

Clearing her throat to regain her composure, she continued, "I am glad to have come across a kind person such as yourself."

Now that Inigo mentioned it, she did feel a bit weary, herself. "I suppose I am a bit tired, but it's nothing that resting like this couldn't fix. Please do not worry about me." she smiled, as though to prove this. 

"I.... also have a companion in this place, as well. But we got separated somehow."

[sodaiseternal-blog-blog]

cola is love: cola is life

Soon after the zombie menace had receded, Shintaro Kisaragi had made his home in the Summer Heights Apartments complex with a few other like-minded survivors. He didn’t really talk to them though, preferring to barricade himself up in one of the many apartments there. Luckily enough it still had running water, and there was even some electricity. He had no idea how that worked, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Shintaro had been ready to return to his ways as a hikikomori, but recent events had forced him out into the world. He had shelter and food and water and all that—but there was something he would die (again) without.

Cola. Sweet, delicious and especially cold cola.

It had been days since he’d had a drop of the stuff. It was almost as bad as the fact that he had no internet here, though that was a story for another time.

"C’mon, c’mon…" For that exact reason, Shintaro now found himself trying to jimmy open the door of a convenience store that had appeared right outside of the apartment complex. He was having trouble with it, but he was sure it would be worth the trouble.

Luckily for him, there wasn’t a ghoul in sight—though his hands nearly shook whenever he remembered that could change at any time.

[galeofhope]

The vestal had been unfortunate and unable to find a permanent and safe place to stay She was unsure if it was her naturally bad sense of direction, or that there was something very odd about the place-- perhaps both.

Thankfully, the numbers of those things have dwindled-- although that may just have been a matter of luck. She simply can't sit still, uneasy with everything around her, the very place where she was--

And thus she found herself lost wandering, with only a few hours of sleep in the past few days. Rubbing her eyes blearily as she walked, she came across a structure with glass walls. The entrance was apparently closed, as a young man she had never seen before was trying to pry the entryway (or at least it seemed so) open. Wouldn't it be better to just break the glass?

The vestal said nothing of it though, as she slowly stopped at her tracks to observe what he was trying to do.

[foodforflowers]

Yooo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really want. | Open

[foodforflowers]

Yes, thankfully, he could agree with those sentiments. And so far, it seems like they will be able to get away- actually no, he wasn’t even going to think about it because Inigo believed too heavily into jinxes and voodoo. Best to be grateful with what they’ve managed so far.

"Oh, no, sir would be my father, my name is Inigo." Sure he inherited his father’s hair and smile and penchant for bad puns, but he didn’t want to feel old. His sentence did have a bit of a lot feel to it, from waiting for his veins to not feel frozen anymore. If the mercenary didn’t have to worry about being attacked, he’d even run in the sun. "I’m still very grateful, who knows what could’ve happened if no one appeared to help." 

After saying that, he gave a small yawn. “Eh, it’s too uncertain now to sleep.” But damn, he could sleep anywhere at the moment. 

[galeofhope]

"O-Oh! Pardon me, then, Inigo," she bowed apologetically, "I hope I did not offend you. I am Agnes Oblige," she said, with a well-practiced curtsy.

"I am glad to be of help. It is fortunate as well for me to have found someone else-- it might have been me who is being chased, after all."

Noticing the younger man's discomfort and his yawn, she settled down next to him, looking out the window. "I do believe it will take them a while to get to this height, if they decide to chase us. If you'd like, you can rest for a while." she smiled. "I can keep watch"

[galeofhope]

[OPEN]

[abiecisse]

"O…of course…"

"I’m sorry,"

 ”It was… quite presumptive of me. How selfish of me. Of course,”

"Huh? What are you saying Agnes?"

He frantically looked over her, unable to understand the reasons for her words. Never had he expected such an odd turn out to his words. His attempt at comforting the one before him seemed like a failure. A sort of dread washed over him, fear crawled under his skin. And he only stood there, petrified. Panic rose within him, yet he could not move.

It was his own words that brought the one before him to choose that end. Of course it would be his fault. No matter of excuses, no outside influence would be able to change the fact that it was this one shepherd that broke the vestal. Her. The one he saw for so long on their journey as his light. His ray of hope when all there was was darkness. And he was the one to snuff it out. Through his decision that day and the words he had said now, everything he had done— it was all for naught.

As if he could allow something like that. He was here now and he would do his all to make things right. If he was the cause for his only hope to die out…then he would have to do his all to lighten her up again.

"How could you tell me…How could you tell me to pay you no more mind…When you are the one I could ever care to look at?!"

He cried out at her, perhaps out of anger—not at her decision but his inability to stop her. 

"This isn’t allowed, Agnes.This isn’t allowed. It’s… It’s unacceptable!!"

A borrowed phrase from the one before him. It seems he had a knack for borrowing things.

A sort of switch seemed to turn on him, an almost serene smile spread across Tiz’s face. Yet, with the situation at hand it was disturbingly unfitting.

"This is unfair Agnes, how could you do this to me? After I came back too… Just killing yourself…! Never mind me, for you to do something like this…something like this!"

He held the hand that was on the blade, removing both blade and hand from her neck. Ignoring the blood that came out with it, he quickly casted Cura. "But it’s all alright now…I’m here… And I’ll protect you ok? Even from yourself."

He picked up the still healing Agnes in a bridal-carry, and with another smile he gleamed,

"First, lets get out of here ok?"

[galeofhope]

After she plunged the kunai to her neck, she coughed-- she couldn't see it, but there was a strong, metallic taste in her mouth. Blood.

Impaling it further, the pain of the stab wound didn't bother her, piercing as it was-- she inhaled and was met with a sharp pain, like a thousand knives assailing her throat, and let another, more violent cough. It hurt to breathe; it was like trying to breathe underwater, where every gulp for air sent a wave of water down her air tract instead. Liquid trickled and made her arm and torso damp--was it her blood? she never noticed-- and with another heave of breath, her vision began to blur white.

It hurt.

She wasn't sure what hurt, any longer, but something did.

"How could you tell me…How could you tell me to pay you no more mind…When you are the one I could ever care to look at?!"

For a brief moment, the clarity of her vision returned--she saw the sky above her, a clear, frozen image, before it began fading in and out. Didn't she hear a voice? She weakly tried to move the hand that held the kunai in place, but found that she cannot even feel it.

"This isn’t allowed, Agnes.This isn’t allowed. It’s… It’s unacceptable!!"

She blinked. Everything was a sea of hazy color that constantly faded to white. She found that if she tried harder, the colors would turn more vibrant.

But what would be the point in that?

She was tired of trying. She grew weary. Incredibly tired.

"This is unfair Agnes, how could you do this to me? After I came back too… Just killing yourself…!

Her chest heaved air, almost uselessly. She certainly didn't feel like anything was getting into her lungs, but then again, this feeling was comfortable in itself. Her limbs felt numb, with little jolts of electricity seeming to run through them. She tried moving her eyelids--did she have them closed? All she could see was black now.

But that voice kept piercing through the haze, through her numbness, clear as a bell...

 Never mind me, for you to do something like this…something like this!"

"So...rry..."

What escaped her lips was merely air, but these words began repeating like an echo in her mind. A broken record. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. i'M SorrY. i'm sOrRy.

She tried as hard as she could to see--sometimes some color would fade in, before it faded back to black. She tried to put air into her lungs, but all it felt like was inhaling sand. 

"But it’s all alright now…

It's all alright now. It's alright now. That's what she said earlier. It was going to be alright. She was taking the punishment due her. She will no longer be a burden. No longer....

I’m here… And I’ll protect you ok? Even from yourself."

She felt a sharp stinging from the right side of her neck--and a familiar,  cold sensation. She felt the cold sensation spread slowly through her neck,  down to her chest, and to her limbs.

White magic?

A surprised gasp escaped her mouth, followed by a fit of coughing. Her windpipe was able to carry air as it supposed to now. The vestal coughed uncontrollably, her lungs compensating for all the air it had needed the past few minutes, and the vestal's vision began to fade back in, in grainy flashes-- and in those flashes, she saw him, smiling down on her.

"First, lets get out of here ok?"

He had saved her. Again.

"Why...?"

Tiny needles pierced her throat from within as she tried to speak, and yet her voice only came out in a whisper.

Why? Why? Why?

She didn't deserve to be saved.

Why?

The vestal's vision began to blur again--this time, with tears.

[foodforflowers]

Yooo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really want. | Open

[foodforflowers]

Even if it were only a sting, pain was pain, and Inigo disliked any and all of it. From what she could see, it only sizzled, showing that it was working, but for Inigo it was that and the coldness that slowly started to spread from the wound to the rest of his body. He gave a sigh, already starting to shiver; it was…an odd feeling, different from any basic Heal staff and even the Goddess Staff under tense situations. Perhaps, he wondered, it had gotten just that bad and that’s the reason why it felt as such. Inigo didn’t want to think about how it would have felt then if he had waited to check on it.

Numbed, the relief effect of her healing didn’t quite reach him, but it did accomplish what it was used for. It was always odd to watch, as skin grew back but never quite the same, so he knew the scar would remain for the rest of his life. Inigo would rather take than than be suffering however, and he gave a weak smile when it was all done. “Thank you kindly, sweetheart,” Inigo said, once the chattering of his teeth were gone (because oh dear, he managed to avoid crying in front of her, and he was not going to stutter too). “I don’t think I could ever repay you enough.”

[galeofhope]

It had been as unpleasant for him as she had thought-- the younger man's face paled as she began casting, and remained a bit pale still even after she was done. Still, the injury patched up nicely enough, save for a faint scar. She imagined his arm would sting for a while longer--she touched the scar she had on her throat absently.

"It should be fine after a while," she reassured him, with an apologetic smile, "Thankfully, we have found a safe place to rest."

"There is no need for such thing, sir. In a place like this, every companion one can find is valuable."

[foodforflowers]

"Man, I’m sad, my hamster ran away."

"Oh, I guess that is pretty sad.”

"Yeah, with a name like Boomerang I thought he would have come back."

[galeofhope]

Her friend grew worse by the day.

[foodforflowers]

Yooo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really want. | Open

[foodforflowers]

It wouldn’t be him if he didn’t, in fact… Her change had been practically instantaneous, if somewhat familiar from what he’d seen when coming across a seal to change a into another class. But this felt like an entirely different class compared to a simple branch off. “Well,” he started, his surprise turning back to a smile. She knew what he was about to say. “It certainly does seem like I’ve been blessed, being able to meet an angel like you. But I’m a stubborn man, you mustn’t wear yourself out like that.”

He’d been in the process of moving his sleeve out of the way when the lost her balance for a moment, but with her stern face, Inigo could tell - she was a determined one.

At hearing the fact that it could hurt a lot, he couldn’t help but breathe out an ‘oh.’ Inigo didn’t enjoy being in more pain than he already is, but if he refused, the state the mercenary would be in would be ten times what he is already. “If it must be done,” he said shyly, raising his arm out so his wound was in full view for her to heal. 

[galeofhope]

The vestal smiled apologetically, and gently gripped his arm with her free hand. The wound looked badly poisoned, so she figured she needed to cast at least a Poisona-- she charged her staff with an Esuna spell instead, for good measure (who knows what other nasty things these bites inflict) and focused the energy onto his injury. The would sizzled as the white magic affected it, and she flinched visibly. She did mention it would hurt, but hopefully it wasn't more than a sting for him.

Immediately after, she used a Curaga spell, hoping the wound would seal up cleanly. She wouldn't be so worried in regular circumstances, but they were in an unknown place, a different world, even-- although it had worked on regular injuries, she wasn't so sure about injuries inflicted by those.

[galeofhope]

[OPEN]

[abiecisse]

He had stood up just moments before, until to go back down on his knees again, to be on level with the sobbing vestal. The most selfless person he knew, asking something so selfish, it truly came as a shock to him. That his decision that day wounded her so, he almost couldn’t forgive his past self. Yet deep down he knew, that no matter what, he would have still made the same decision (it was the right one, after all).

A smile filled with sorrow crossed the shepherd’s face. He could not give the woman before him the answer she wanted. He knew that much. At least, he thought that much. Whatever miracle  it was that brought the two together again, it did not change the fact Tiz was dead. He himself wasn’t quite sure why he was even around, why he even felt alive, and if it was the work of the celestial, it was with no doubt that he would have to relinquish it once again.

"I can’t make any promises, Agnes," he wipes her tears, "I"ll stay for as long as I can." Even if it’s for a short while. Of course, he didn’t say that part.

[galeofhope]

"O...of course..."

Between her tears and his words, she began to laugh— laugh at herself,  and at her own folly.

"I’m sorry," she was wiping her tears away hastily while laughing, "It was... quite presumptive of me. How selfish of me. Of course,"

Although the tears won’t stop streaming down her face, she brushed away the hand that tried drying them for her.

"Even in this afterlife," she whispered to herself, "Of course, I would get punished even here..."

She continued wiping her tears hastily with the back of her hand, while backing away from the person before her.

"This all happened, because of me... I failed my own duty as a vestal, and yet I selfishly relied on you for all this time… Even now, I’m daft enough to do just the same thing!"

This was how it began, and this was how it ended— it was her fault, from start to finish. Although she had accomplished her duty to Luxendarc, the damages were not minimal-- the loss of her friend, the biggest of all.

She may have managed to save the world, in the end....

"Had I only prevented everything somehow... had I only not let myself be led astray..."

....But without him, everything lost meaning.

"I surely...... deserve no such luxury... "

She looked up at him, and smiled.

"It’s alright."

Her mind was blank--it was a familiar feeling. It was as though she were in a trance.

"You need not pay me any more mind."

Her hands shaking, she grabbed her pack, and felt around for the kunai she had with her. In one swift motion, she brought the kunai to her neck and plunged the black, cold steel to her neck.

[foodforflowers]

Yooo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really want. | Open

[foodforflowers]

It’d have to.

Already he could hear the noise of those things (a more suitable term can be discussed later) getting closer, and so their little chit-chat will have to be picked up after they managed to get up. “Sounds like we don’t have time for a test run, so we can only hope!” Carefully he pulled himself up the container, then, with a hand, helped her up as well, urging her to take the window before him. It was only with both of them finally inside the building that he went to pushing the large bookcase in front of the window to block it, then several smaller, metallic containers full of papers to ensure the blockade couldn’t be knocked over so easily. 

"Haa," he said, finally able to sit down for a moment without worry. "Yes, dear, I do believe it sufficed very well." Then smiled, though then he looked at his earlier wounds. The bite was already turning ugly, red with pus, and he disliked looking at it. The scrapes were red and irritated but those will heal with time. Cleaning them would be wise before applying the vulnerary, but clean water has been a pain to find around here. "How do you fare?"

[galeofhope]

Thankfully, both of them made it up-- and her companion rushed to block the opening with a book shelf and several other things for good measure. He moved fast, and was certainly used to combat and such dire situations in spite of the side-flirting.

She did not stop or pay heed to what her companion was saying, immediately reaching for the white mage asterisk. With a blink of light, her appearance changed into the feathery white down of a white mage, and she tittered slightly to the side from disorientation.

Regaining her bearings, she grabbed her staff and approached her companion. "May I see your--" She got cut off as she spotted the bite; she cringed, knowing it must have been painful.

She took her staff, charging it with some energy. "Please, allow me to use white magic on your injuries. These will grow worse if left alone." she paused, and added, "It.... will probably hurt a lot, though,"

[swordofrupture]

can you feel the wind now [ agnes ]

galeofhope

[swordofrupture]

A standstill with the sky. Clouds indeed loom on above the dreaded gray town but there was barely anything to call  a breeze for Gilgamesh. Chucking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Gilgamesh stroll among the streets again, hoping to find something to do or something to kill. Frowning more than usual, Gilgamesh continued to walk down the streets, the moving corpses were still lurking in the shadows. Though he paid no mind to them, he could easily discard them with a flick of his hand. 

"Now then, what shall I do to take this boredom away from me?" 

Gilgamesh has many choices to do, but his mood was telling him differently. Yes, Gilgamesh was in fact lazy to do anything else so he would waste time instead. “Hmm?” The sounds of running was echoed through the streets. Halting in his own steps, Gilgamesh tilt his head to see a brunette running towards him. “Eh…”

The girl literally ran into Gilgamesh at full speed with zombies chasing after her. “…” Gilgamesh shut his eyes as he stopped the girl from headbutting into his chest by holding onto her shoulders until she came into a safe stop. Sighing, Gilgamesh straighten his posture up, a bore look on his face as the Gate of Babylon glow behind him. With a gesture of his finger, an old sword that held no more value to Gilgamesh was soon tossed over, impaling one undead and then soon exploding to destroy the rest.

Blood splattered upon the streets but not on the two, luckily enough. The last thing Gilgamesh need was blood on his clothes. 

"Now then." Gilgamesh turns his attention back to the girl. "How will you repay me to saving your life, girl?" Now that he took closer inspection on her visage, she wasn’t half bad in terms of looks to say the least. She had a feeling of, yes, what was the saying for it, ‘a diamond in the rough’.

[galeofhope]

The vestal once again found herself being chased-- she wished there was a place she could truly call safe and where she could take a breather; alas, it appeared there was no such luxury available. This horde was particularly large, and she bolted full-speed in attempt to shake them off--

Or at least, that was the plan. 

She nearly ran into a man, who stopped her calmly by the shoulders. She was jarred, caught between an apology and wanting to yell at them to run, but the man remained still, a bored look on his face--

A glowing portal then opened from behind him, and with a wave of the man's hand, a sword appeared from it and flew, impaling one of them squarely, soon after exploding and decimating the rest of them.

The vestal was frozen, trying to process what had transpired in the mere seconds that had passed, when the man who saved her life addressed her.

"I-I-----"

She picked herself up hastily, mumbling in apology and attempting to straighten herself up, and afterwards made a deep bow.

"I-I am deeply grateful for your help! I-I...." she trailed off, unsure how to address his question.

[foodforflowers]

Yooo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really want. | Open

[foodforflowers]

He smiled, sending it down to her as she stared back up at him in worry. “I’m grateful that a sweetheart is caring for my state of being, but I’ll be fine, it’ll only take awhile compared to what those beasts would do if they got us.” If they could even be called beasts. ‘Monsters’ seemed more appropriate when they didn’t fall with their limbs gone, their body still twitching, still trying to get at them, but that made him sound like a child again when he was afraid of what lied in the dark. 

"Sounds like a good idea," he said, voicing his opinion on the metal box. That way she wouldn’t worry all the way up to climbing to the window and while he tried to get up as well. The less worry girls have to go through, the better! "Er, y-yes, I’ll be fine, no assistance needed!" Inigo chuckled; it wasn’t that he looked down on her - if he would admit it, he’d say that the girls were the strongest out of all of them! - it was just the issue of men and their pride. 

"No, wait, we can push it together so it can get closer." It still wasn’t close enough to just jump up towards it and grip the windowsill, but with the both of them, it’d be easy. Closing the distance between it and him, the mercenary went to begin pushing it, managing some centimeters before she joined in.

Honestly, Inigo should have just let her carry him.

[galeofhope]

"I believe beasts would be much too kind of a term," the vestal said, voicing out her companion's thoughts.

She joined her companion shortly after his suggestion of pushing the metal box; the sound grated in her ears as the large box scraped against the ground and the wall-- what was it, anyway? Together, they managed to move the box to an acceptable position with a single heave. Looking at her companion once more, she only barely stopped herself from expressing her concern aloud once more, although it was clearly written on her face still.

"W-well, do you think this would suffice?"