Follow the hi-jinks of Ezra Elric, an Sharlayan of noble birth who was banished and labeled a heretic and now explores the world at large, trying to find his place. Expect to see journal entries, RP recaps and excerpts, and random shenanigans centered around the sea green eyed vagabond.(Catch me on discord at Huckebein#3245 and check out Ezra's carrd at ezra-elric.carrd.co)
Wow... My father would roll in his grave.... Master Matoya would be sure to smack me over the head for describing my outing with Minerva as wow.. But words fail to capture the time spent with her.
Perhaps I should backtrack. Current events have kept me from capturing my daily adventures as much as I’d prefer. Who would have guessed that working with the Alliance and studying under Master Matoya would keep me so busy? (He expressed in the driest of manners.)
Still.. Wow...
I came across Minnie by chance, having paused in Ul’Dah and parked myself outside the Sands... Lost in thought, a state which is a near constant, I was torn from the depths of my racing mind by the sweetest of melodies... There she was... This... Vision of beauty compose of deep red strands as delicate as lotus silk, hair the color of a rich sunset.... And her eyes... Vibrant and alive. And humming to herself.
I complimented her song, something her mother passed onto her... We continued to talk... And talk... And talk...
I needed an assistant... She needed work and someone to help her refine her use of the Red Arts. It’s been a fortnight since she accepted my offer and... It’s crazy to think so much has changed since then. We became fast friends. How can one not give into her charm after all? Even when she teases me I crack a smile. She’s taken to minding after my bad habits as well... And limiting such things, mostly my coffee breaks which has aided in my sleeping soundly for once... But she’s done more then that... I feel... At ease.. No longer restless (not because of my lack of coffee consumption) and it thanks to her.
On a whim I asked her out for a little adventure... Some sight seeing out of Limsa proper to pay a visit to the floating isles... And now I find myself struggling to put to words how perfect that night was... We laughed and shared stories until the deep blues and inky blackness of the night sky turned orange and we were bathe in the golden light of a new day. And despite the majestic beauty of such a sight I couldn’t bare to tear my gaze from her...
All I can really do is fondly recall the moments we shared as I sit in the quietness of my room at the Sands. I’ve been apart from her no more then two days... And it feels as if weeks have bled by.
Tomorrow I confess my feelings to her... This small fiery angelic woman who stole into my life and snatched my heart. I can only pray she shares in my feelings.. And then... Who knows... Hopefully this is but the first of many entries featuring Minnie... Fingers crossed.
E.E”
Wow.... @squaffle captured both ghost Ezra and current Ezra perfectly. So excited for this lovely piece. If you see the chance, jump on a commission from squaffle. You will not be sorry.
Chapter 10
He returned to the ship no worse for wear save for the fact he immediately threw up the contents of his stomach the second he gathered himself onto his mounts saddle. Luckily he had enough wits about himself to lean off to the side to avoid staining the birds feathers. He was sure Adar could appreciate that much.
As the large falcon set down upon the deck of the ship, Ezra shakily dismounted and found himself leaning against his companion. His body was alive with the excitement he was able to travel through the flow and the realization he had survived. He seemed intact and this gave cause to believe he would be able to do it, the answering feat of traversing the flow of aether, again. Of course he knew better, knowing the act of porting was something born of desperation rather then mastery of skill. Doing so once more with out careful study would be a fools task. At least he should report as much to Master Matoya, that much he could easily decide on.
Thoughts placed aside for the moment, he found that Wyatt had taken over the situation, easily taking in the culprit and binding her for question while assuring those on aboard that all was well. Wyatt couldn’t hide the rather confused face as he saw Ezra standing there as he had not seen him emerge from below deck. Taking a moment to explain to the Roe what had happened, Ezra further enjoyed the confused look he offered him when told him how he had gotten the bomb out of there.
With the excitement of the evening over with, the captain of the ship, having finally showed his face, decided to raise anchor and make way for Costa Del Sol, deciding to err on the side of caution. Having been met by official Maelstrom officers at the deck, both Ezra and Wyatt’s identity's were confirmed and the culprit was handed over to proper authorities. With the ship now set to leave that morning, both pair decided to enjoy a drink to celebrate their not so small victory.
“So hell of an audition...” Wyatt said with a wild grin from behind the bar. He had wormed his way in and was not sharing a bottle of rum with Ezra.
“What are you going on about?” Ezra said with a grimace, feigning the fact he knew what his counter part hinted at.
“Come on now... Working with the Alliance has it’s perks... You’ll be doing good work for the betterment of all of Eorzea.” Wyatt presented his sales pitch.
“So you’re a recruiter now is it?” Ezra chuckled as he poured himself another glass.
“Aye... And you’re the recruit.” Wyatt flashed a wide grin. “There’s alot of folk out here who need helping... And you have the unique ability of being capable... Lots of worse ways of earning a living, right?”
Ezra swished the amber liquid which filled his glass and thought for a long while. It was a noble cause after all, and what was he if not noble? Besides, working for the Alliance meant he could have access to their resources for his studies. That wasn’t entire a bad deal. “Hmmm.. Color me interested then Wyatt... When do I start?”
*End Credits*
Ezra will return again in Agent of Eorzea: A Rose for her Majestry
Started a new job so I haven’t been able to post buuuuut I have somethings in the pipeline.
In the meantime, here is an adorable shot of Ezra and Minnie, his s/o aka assistant aka the woman who hides coffee from him so he can actually sleep. Can’t wait to introduce her in future stories.
He was cold, the sharp shift in temperature a punch to his gut that nearly cause him his dinner as he was hit with a wave of nausea. The fabric of his clothes tore at his body as he felt the pull of gravity snag hold and Ezra was keenly aware of two things. He had no idea where he mount was and he was falling fast. So terribly fast.
His eyes went wide with fear, the unsettling truth that he would plummet to his death washing over him... And though despite the macabre thought, he found there was one thing he could not deny. The beauty of the portrait Hydaelyn painted before him. The night sky was alive with a thousand stars and deep purples, blues, and green stained the darken canvas of the night sky.
If he died, he could think of far fewer beautiful images to last remember.
He found peace at that moment... And smiled as he Adar matched his decent and he took hold of the the Lanner, taking mounting the huge bird of prey who righted himself. No longer faced with death, Ezra laughed out a breath he didn’t know he held and it was then he realized the crate he ported with was no where in sight. Try as he might, he couldn’t recall what happened when he ported. Just overwhelming darkness, and then being spat out into the open sky. Had the box been left in the in between? He shook his head, a mystery for later it would, as he remembered what transpired below turned his mount around to return to the ship. It was high time he finished this after all.
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Ezra skidded to a stop besides Wyatt, pausing to conjure a healing spell the moment he connected his accelerator to his sword and adopted that familiar stance those who practiced the red arts took on while casting. The Roe was trying to wave him off as he did so however, pushing to spur the red mage on.
“Can’t waste time on me!” He argued.
“Still have time left... If it’s on a timer she had to leave herself enough time to escape.” Ezra reasoned.
“Kind of cocky to think you can find it that easy.” Wyatt countered.
“A bomb which uses gas, needs a large enough room to circulate... Open windows perhaps... Below deck somewhere so it rises up and clears space... And it has to look inconspicuous so it would go unnoticed up until now.... Did I miss anything?” Ezra said unable to hide his smirk as Wyatt was was bathed in a warm bright light and the wounds he endured began to shrink back.
“... Smart ass... Go, I’ll secure our traitor here.” Wyatt said with a chuckle as he rushed over to Sumi.
Ezra wasted little time, racing to the stairwell and opting to leap downward to the deck below as to not waste any more time. Landing with a thud, he looked around to ensure there were no more surprises for me him. All the while he hoped he wasn’t just being cocky like Wyatt said and knew what the hell he was talking about. Maybe there was no timer at all and it would go off any second.
He shook his head in disagreement though.
No, She needed to stay alive to set the scene afterwards.
Ezra looked about the ship, frozen in place as he tried to reason where Sumi would store the bomb. Somewhere it would go unnoticed. Curious eyes would notice anything odd around her footlocker as a ship hand as herself wouldn’t have private quarters. Any good spy wouldn’t keep anything condemning around their person while under cover as well. It needed to be something she had access too but could store out of sight. He then thought to the first time he saw her. She had been playing cards and moving to get refills for her drinking partners. However when Ezra told her who he had been there to meet, she headed off in the other direction, forgetting about the drinks in question.. Which meant...
Ezra raced off to where she had moved towards and ran right into a store room. Pausing at the entry, he frantically looked about and saw nothing out of the norm. Just crates. He was beginning to feel nervous and prayed he didn’t choose wrong again but then his gaze shifted to a grate that was out of place. Not as large as the others, it stood by itself, not stacked along with the other crates.
This has to be it!
Kneeling behind the crate he brought one had up to it and was about to lift the lid when he paused. Was it a trap? Did she set something up in place in case someone found it?
Think! Think! Think! He chastised himself then paused. Think, think, think... His thoughts followed a pattern, a repeating tone.
Pressing his ear to the box he found he wasn’t crazy.
Tick, tick, tick.
A clock was inside, perhaps something used to count down. Now convinced this was the box he looked around the room frantically. Could he risk moving it? If he was afraid to open the lid out of fear of it going off could he even risk trying to lift the damned thing? He was running out of options fast and he knew it. Could he managed to get everyone one off the ship in time? What about the supposed sharks which were out there?
“.... This better work...” He said to himself before he whistled long and hard.
Ezra heard the fluttering of wings upon the window and didn’t need to look to know his mount was just outside. “Fly high Addy...” He ordered his mount who responded with a squawk and took off.
Hand placed on the box, Ezra took a deep breath and began to pour his aether into the accelerator. For about two years now he had been studying aetheric currents. He studied with Master Matoya, read his grand fathers journals, and even came up with his own theories regarding the use of teleportation magics. So he was fairly certain that he would be able to port the small distance from the ship to his mount high above with the bomb in toll.... Or he would somehow fuse with the crate and explode..
“Well... Here goes...” He said as he focused on his mount, creating the mental image in his head as the store room was flooded with blinding light. The light continued to building, bathing everything with it’s luminous glow until Ezra was forced to close his eyes and then just like that, he was swallowed by darkness... Black inky darkness that stretched on for all eternity.
Meanwhile, Adar continued to rise higher and higher, his master no where in sight...
Sumi's small frame was bathed in bright blue aether that crackled with black bolts of energy which exploded out around her. The axe she leveled before her exploded at the head, revealing it was in fact a staff all along.
A black bolt raced forward moments after, an ominous flash of power meant to cause harm. Ezra had been in rather harsh battles before and the likely hood of surviving was good, but that was one bolt. What about a follow up attack? His body was reacting faster then he could think, the psychical aspect of his training coming to light as he realized one import thing, he wasn’t the only fighter present.
His eyes couldn’t see the Roe who moved at an unnatural pace despite his size, but somehow, he knew his wartime partner was already in motion. As Ezra instinctively sunk low to the deck of the ship, Wyatt leapt over him and literally stood as a wall between the red mage and the bolt. A warrior at heart he truly was.
Ezra watched as the bolt slammed into Wyatt, the deck of the ship basked in a bright white light that brought tears to his eyes. Still, Ezra forced himself to look at the back of the large Roe and focused on his shadowed center. His body convulsed and a step was taken back before he sunk to a knee and gasped in pain.
“The hell you doing... Get her before she casts again!” Wyatt groaned and snapped Ezra out of the daze that befell him.
Once more his body react and he sprung forth from the desk of the ship, booted heels carrying him forward as he charged the panicking Sumi. Her first attack had been intended for Ezra as she reasoned the Roe would be the slower one of the pair. Wyatt was in truth, the only issue with that train of thought however, they proved to be both rather fast it seemed. Blade unsheathed, Ezra closed the rest of the distance between them in a flash, the sword guiding him as he launched forward.
“It’s to late! You’ll never make it!” Sumi tried to warn Ezra off as he rushed towards her.
The strike was not intended to fell their Raen attacker, instead, once he loomed over her and he saw the panic in her face, he used the tip of his blade to bat her staff aside and disrupt her. The gathered aether that surrounded her lithe frame dissipated at that moment and he knew he had her where he wanted. A quick stab from his sword was batted aside from her as she stumbled back and Ezra found his third attack was batted aside as well. However his aggressive push caused Sumi to swing back and forth rather quickly and her guard opened. Ezra took advantage and stepped forward to delivered a harsh elbow to her stomach. She folded in, air blown out form her lungs before she crumbled to the ground out cold and any threat she posed was gone. At least that was what Ezra thought.
“Good job, we needed her conscious! When she said you were to late, she meant she already started her plan!” Wyatt bellowed in frustration.
Ezra’s eyes went wide and then he winced, looking from Wyatt to Sumi.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire...
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