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|Zvane the XIII||
Posted: Oct 2 2008, 07:24 AM
Member No.: 136
Joined: 27-February 05
(OOC: Sorry, Aredjay)
Shinra tower, Jenova city.
'Twas a cold, raining summer night.
A faint presence of fire flicker to struggle with drops of rain, protected by only a sheet of what seems to be canvas. The cruddy old elevator hum metallic moans into the eerie air with occasional piercing creaks upon the impact of wind rolling into the not-anymore airtight shaft. Cold steel of Shinra lie lifeless though trampled with tourist throughout the day, seeing sights from this magnificent altitude. 'Tis the top balcony of the tower...which home the endless shift of an old Nu Mou, ever "guarding" the place when seemingly he, by his presence, could be easily mangled by a mugger.
At day, he would stand a slightly moving statue that greet any eye after the elevator open, only to meet neglect from ordinary travelers, ridicule from those who only lust in forms of beauty and epicures...and some would wave casually, if not mockingly, at him who often brings the corners of his mouth up a little as a response.
At night, he is alone with the dancing flame, murmuring curses and grudges against the coldness into the air as if it would get the message and warm up for him. But tonight, he knows something meaningful to his life is happening...and though still cursing the wretched weather, his heart was exploding with joy of the unknown and not fear, for he has a premonition of long lost friends. No, "Seeds" of long lost freinds paying a visit.
In fact, this guard duty of his is not hired by anyone but himself. And he seems to live on even though he has been recinving no pay and welfares whatsoever...thus brings a question to us "why?"
But before we could bring the fourth-wall message to him, alas, for he has momentarily lost his attention for the guard duty and snoozed off.
"It's about time"
The man woke to find his vision obscured by his greyed hair. And with slight amazement when he brushed it off with his hand, all in front of him is a greenery and instead of cold steel his back was resting on the bark of a tree, surrounded by little flowerbeds. His heart swelled as he breathed in the fresh, crisp air of spring and looked up to see the sun filtered by the leaves. He smiled, as if he has put an end to his "endless" shift but lo, it was not his thoughts.
Robed in white, clean fabric, he reach for a staff neatly laid beside him without any
missed grasp nor bending his head and with an eased push he got up, wholesomely throwing away his image of frailty of man who lost his purpose of life.
"Ah, familiar place...familiar faces...it has been years, isn't it"
These words spoken, he was greeted by four other people, men and women, robed and wielding the robes and staves alike, semicircling a large, hollow tree and giving him equally amiable smiles.
"Ulrich, have you...?" Said an old Bangaa in his hoarse, croaky voice.
"Yes, yes, so I've heard" The Nu Mou, now identified by the name "Ulrich" replied.
"But rather we recite 'the revelation' again...for this chance does not come frequent. Eirika?" Replied who seems to be leading figure of the group, and they all turned to an aged viera who yet to let up the mystical beauty of her race.
"Yes, Aeothos" Said the viera as she cleared her throat to signify the importance of her next sentence to come.
"As you may all know, we gather here upon the call of the spirit of Édessa, of the Exodus heirloom. Upon her decision to preserve what she regards as 'the Divine Children' she was struck with a profound guilt of committing an unjust deed...and ask of us to undo her blessing, turned curse, for the souls of the Divine children still hold the rights to longevity and purpose"
"Yes, yes" Ulrich looked sideways, seemingly defying the formality of this gathering.
"Ulrich, please" said the viera with a stern look.
"YOU, Ulrich, is chosen to guard the Divine Children until the time come to their rebirth. So to speak, they should be keeping you company on that cruddy 'ol tower"
"Now we're talking." Ulrich nodded to the viera for her sudden change of tone as the group seems to be more at ease.
"Now begins...the ritual"
Shinra tower, Jenova city.
The fire on the tower has died, apparently because the canvas can no longer resist the last night's downpour, nor the guard has been applying proper prevention. Before long, the nu mou gave a chortle and opened his eyes to see that he is on the very same spot as he was last night, drenched and what can be worse than being stuck out in the cold, wet, and having the morning sunbeam poking his eyes. He knew right away that should he lay down on the balcony for a few more hours, it would have been turned a griddle pan.
But, upon notice, he has not any amount of surprise, nor confusion. And his hand was clutching something...
Behold, the Divine Children.
Three bejeweled pendants wherein his "dream session" he was told the "prophecy of rebirth". No, this is not a deus ex machina and he know fully well. And heartwarmingly he put the lace where hang the pendants on his stout neck.
"Ah" He sighed with relief and joy as he realize the ritual was as true as the spectrum of million shades reflected on the fortified steel walls through the finely cut jewels by the hand of what he believe an ethereal being.
"Eleisia...daughter of Geledria...Zaelle and Mae...daughters of that one-armed kid and his beloved elementalist, what a striking story" The Nu Mou nodded as if he has had a sudden realization of the stories behind the pendants.
"Well, guess what? I think you three has persuaded me to see the world a little more before I die...I wonder if I'd live to see you three 'when the time comes'...but before then I guess I could persuade a few more people to believe there is justice beyond self-reference, right? Anyway...hup!"
The old Nu Mou pushed himself up with his own hand, vigorous as never seen before just as the time the elevator gave a loud DING! that startled the Nu Mou off his feet. The door opened and out came a grubby looking Bangaa, equally old as the Nu Mou but seemingly has tried some effort to look like a traveling gentleman.
"Good morning, monsieur Obélix" said the Nu Mou as he brushed himself, getting up.
"Good morning, a gift for you." The bangaa handed over a white, gnarled staff to the Nu Mou who took it without further hesitation and gave a thankful slight bow. Without any more words the bangaa proceeded to a pair of binoculars installed to the railing of the balcony as the sun adorned the metropolis to a glorious scenery. The nu mou, in turn, didn't miss his chance to catch the elevator, eagerly as he scuttled in.
"Oi!" Shouted the Nu Mou to grab attention from the "traveller" bangaa who, without failing to notice, turned. The two exchanged winks as the elevator closes. The bangaa then took a deep breath and continued his sightseeing by looking into the binoculars.
"Sso it's true...the view from Sshinra is magnificent"
(OOC: Now that all three Divine Children pendants are kept with St. Ulrich, these silent seals (#16) are omitted from the mission. And who knows "something" might "happen" when "the time comes".
I hope you enjoyed reading my RP squeeze from my utter frustration from not being able to catch up my reading for my next exam T_T
'Till next time,
Zvane the XIII)
Posted: Oct 2 2008, 02:56 PM
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Member No.: 48
Joined: 19-November 04
(I'll have to remove those pendants from Ryan's personal job then. D=)
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