He watched as the men pulled triggers on their weapons as Talal prepared to fry them all with lightning, and he watched the creature swing its lantern. He stepped back at the mass of souls that appeared from it and engulfed the soldiers, causing them to fall over, dead, once the things returned to the lantern. Adrammelech laughed at his surprised expression as he stepped back, toward the crystal, and the lightning god sent a ball of lightning from his palm to Vidic, who staggered as he called for more men. Talal disappeared, much to Desmond’s chagrin, and his leg still hurt like a bitch, but he decided perhaps he should help his temporary ally.
He called for the Mandragora family, which attacked the men Vidic summoned like savages, and his eyes widened and he stepped back again as the Onion and the Prince fell back, healing all of them and even his wound. He nodded his thanks and watched as they ripped at the men, clearing the way for the Tonberry to get closer, and by the time the Tonberry was close enough, one of the men stepped between them, catching the stab and falling over instantly, dead. Desmond’s eyes grew even wider as he watch the Tomato rip into the neck of the other men, and there were more storming the tiny pathway with more technology he didn’t understand, until he watched his allies get ripped to shreds, the only one standing the Tonberry and the Tomato.
He stepped back, again, as the Tomato was shot in the head. He gritted his teeth as the men advanced, surrounding the Tonberry. He stepped back, only to realize there was no ground. He pinwheeled his arms, smacking his hand against something, and he cried out for help as he fell toward the dark waters.
When his back hit the water, he looked to see two arms holding him and an amused face. He swallowed at the humored brown eyes and the two feelers that extended off the corners of the man’s mouth. There were fins where ears should be, and the man had long black hair that was tied back with what looked like sea foam.
“You seemed to have mis-stepped, my darling. Let me help you.”
He yelped as he was forcefully projected upward, landing on his rump next to the Tonberry, and he froze as he saw nothing but the barrels of the strange technology surround him. He watched as Vidic paced toward the crystal, and before he could reach out and touch it, a large wave of water rose from the lake. The same man was riding atop it, dressed in a beautifully woven white tee-shirt and green pants. He had fins coming off his elbows, his hands and feet as webbed claws. The backs of his legs were webbed, and there was a huge, shimmering fin that protruded from his back, trailing from the neck to the tailbone, and Desmond inhaled sharply when he noticed the scar on his lips that looked just like his.
He watched as the huge wave crashed over all of the evil men, sweeping them all into the waters. He could see the water around him, surrounding him, rolling over him, but not touching him or the Tonberry. He swallowed as the water pulled back, and he was left with just Vidic, the Tonberry, and his new ally, who was smirking as he stepped gracefully onto the path.
“You must be the man Rikkin sent for me, yes?”
Vidic frowned, glaring at the water god, not seeing as the Tonberry approached him. The god looked beautiful—although still not as beautiful as Shiva. He seemed a little less amused now, and perhaps a bit more dangerous, but nevertheless, Desmond knew he was on the right side. The man walked forward, and Desmond could see the water pooling at his feet, leaving little puddles where he walked.
“That does not matter,” Vidic snapped, pulling out a button, and the water god gasped. “Your crystal will be ours whether or not you like it.”
He went to press the button, but instead, as the man went to swipe it from him, grunted, grabbing his stomach, and Desmond’s eyes were wide as he saw the blood quickly spreading from the wound the chef’s knife made. The Tonberry simply blinked, watching as he fell. The man gurgled as it withdrew the knife, and he flinched at the slick sound it made. The water god paced over beside the little creature, meeting its gaze.
“Thank you, my friend.”
He watched as the god summoned some water from the lake to clean the knife off, and Desmond swallowed when he saw him turn and look at him.
“The summoner, hm?”
“Yes, although I am still not inclined to believe it.”
He jolted when Ifrit appeared from nowhere, and he watched as the fish god nodded at the other.
“He seems young.”
“You say that of all who plead your help.”
“If I go, however, I will have to lift the fog, and that will allow Titan’s and Anima’s destruction to reign in those regions.”
He watched as Malik turned that sharp gaze upon him, his one arm dangling at his side.
“Desmond will be fine. Of that I am sure. By sheer stupidity, he befriended the Tonberry, and I’m sure he will continue to befriend other beasts as we travel. Your help would be appreciated when we go to tame Titan.”
The god frowned, looking at the crystal. Desmond looked down when he felt the Tonberry bump into him, and he picked it up, cradling it in his lap as he looked back to the gods. Finally, the water god sighed and walked over to his crystal, touching it lightly and shattering it. He pulled back slightly as he watched him come walking over, staring down at him.
“Very well, I will help you. Give me your hand.”
Desmond reached out from his spot, wondering where the amused god from the waters had gone, only to feel his skin crawl as he felt the water god’s power absorb into him.
“Call me Ezio,” the god said as he pulled him up, and Desmond nodded.
“You two look alike. Are you sure this boy does not have a diluted god-bloodline from some ancestor you helped spawn in your younger years?”
Ezio scoffed. “Perhaps, for now, let us get him out of here. He is trembling. He must be exhausted and hungry. The Tonberry said that he shared his only snack with him. Lend him your power, Malik. The boy will need our strength to withstand Titan—”
“Lucy’s not going to be killed if she tries to come with, will she?” he asked, adjusting his grip on the Tonberry and frowning at the god.
Ezio looked at him, raising an eyebrow as his lips curled up. “Lucy?”
“His beloved,” Malik said. “The only mature one among them.”
“She must be impressive if she receives praise from you.”
Desmond’s stomach rumbled loudly, and Ezio looked at it. He looked down. “Sorry about that.”
“You have been in here for almost twenty-four hours. Come. Let us get you food and rest. Adrenaline can only do so much.”
He blinked as Ezio wrapped an arm around him, covering his nose and filling his nostrils with a pleasing smell. His eyelids grew heavy, and he found himself asleep. ------------ I hope you're enjoying, anon, and I hope they're not too OOC, but with such a different world, it's hard to imagine some of these things. And if it feels as if it's moving too fast, let me know. I'm trying to cram enough material to make its own game into a single story, so I may be rushing more than I realize. XD Anyway, enough of my excuses.
Final Fantasy XXVII-10
He called for the Mandragora family, which attacked the men Vidic summoned like savages, and his eyes widened and he stepped back again as the Onion and the Prince fell back, healing all of them and even his wound. He nodded his thanks and watched as they ripped at the men, clearing the way for the Tonberry to get closer, and by the time the Tonberry was close enough, one of the men stepped between them, catching the stab and falling over instantly, dead. Desmond’s eyes grew even wider as he watch the Tomato rip into the neck of the other men, and there were more storming the tiny pathway with more technology he didn’t understand, until he watched his allies get ripped to shreds, the only one standing the Tonberry and the Tomato.
He stepped back, again, as the Tomato was shot in the head. He gritted his teeth as the men advanced, surrounding the Tonberry. He stepped back, only to realize there was no ground. He pinwheeled his arms, smacking his hand against something, and he cried out for help as he fell toward the dark waters.
When his back hit the water, he looked to see two arms holding him and an amused face. He swallowed at the humored brown eyes and the two feelers that extended off the corners of the man’s mouth. There were fins where ears should be, and the man had long black hair that was tied back with what looked like sea foam.
“You seemed to have mis-stepped, my darling. Let me help you.”
He yelped as he was forcefully projected upward, landing on his rump next to the Tonberry, and he froze as he saw nothing but the barrels of the strange technology surround him. He watched as Vidic paced toward the crystal, and before he could reach out and touch it, a large wave of water rose from the lake. The same man was riding atop it, dressed in a beautifully woven white tee-shirt and green pants. He had fins coming off his elbows, his hands and feet as webbed claws. The backs of his legs were webbed, and there was a huge, shimmering fin that protruded from his back, trailing from the neck to the tailbone, and Desmond inhaled sharply when he noticed the scar on his lips that looked just like his.
He watched as the huge wave crashed over all of the evil men, sweeping them all into the waters. He could see the water around him, surrounding him, rolling over him, but not touching him or the Tonberry. He swallowed as the water pulled back, and he was left with just Vidic, the Tonberry, and his new ally, who was smirking as he stepped gracefully onto the path.
“You must be the man Rikkin sent for me, yes?”
Vidic frowned, glaring at the water god, not seeing as the Tonberry approached him. The god looked beautiful—although still not as beautiful as Shiva. He seemed a little less amused now, and perhaps a bit more dangerous, but nevertheless, Desmond knew he was on the right side. The man walked forward, and Desmond could see the water pooling at his feet, leaving little puddles where he walked.
“That does not matter,” Vidic snapped, pulling out a button, and the water god gasped. “Your crystal will be ours whether or not you like it.”
He went to press the button, but instead, as the man went to swipe it from him, grunted, grabbing his stomach, and Desmond’s eyes were wide as he saw the blood quickly spreading from the wound the chef’s knife made. The Tonberry simply blinked, watching as he fell. The man gurgled as it withdrew the knife, and he flinched at the slick sound it made. The water god paced over beside the little creature, meeting its gaze.
“Thank you, my friend.”
He watched as the god summoned some water from the lake to clean the knife off, and Desmond swallowed when he saw him turn and look at him.
“The summoner, hm?”
“Yes, although I am still not inclined to believe it.”
He jolted when Ifrit appeared from nowhere, and he watched as the fish god nodded at the other.
“He seems young.”
“You say that of all who plead your help.”
“If I go, however, I will have to lift the fog, and that will allow Titan’s and Anima’s destruction to reign in those regions.”
He watched as Malik turned that sharp gaze upon him, his one arm dangling at his side.
“Desmond will be fine. Of that I am sure. By sheer stupidity, he befriended the Tonberry, and I’m sure he will continue to befriend other beasts as we travel. Your help would be appreciated when we go to tame Titan.”
The god frowned, looking at the crystal. Desmond looked down when he felt the Tonberry bump into him, and he picked it up, cradling it in his lap as he looked back to the gods. Finally, the water god sighed and walked over to his crystal, touching it lightly and shattering it. He pulled back slightly as he watched him come walking over, staring down at him.
“Very well, I will help you. Give me your hand.”
Desmond reached out from his spot, wondering where the amused god from the waters had gone, only to feel his skin crawl as he felt the water god’s power absorb into him.
“Call me Ezio,” the god said as he pulled him up, and Desmond nodded.
“You two look alike. Are you sure this boy does not have a diluted god-bloodline from some ancestor you helped spawn in your younger years?”
Ezio scoffed. “Perhaps, for now, let us get him out of here. He is trembling. He must be exhausted and hungry. The Tonberry said that he shared his only snack with him. Lend him your power, Malik. The boy will need our strength to withstand Titan—”
“Lucy’s not going to be killed if she tries to come with, will she?” he asked, adjusting his grip on the Tonberry and frowning at the god.
Ezio looked at him, raising an eyebrow as his lips curled up. “Lucy?”
“His beloved,” Malik said. “The only mature one among them.”
“She must be impressive if she receives praise from you.”
Desmond’s stomach rumbled loudly, and Ezio looked at it. He looked down. “Sorry about that.”
“You have been in here for almost twenty-four hours. Come. Let us get you food and rest. Adrenaline can only do so much.”
He blinked as Ezio wrapped an arm around him, covering his nose and filling his nostrils with a pleasing smell. His eyelids grew heavy, and he found himself asleep.
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I hope you're enjoying, anon, and I hope they're not too OOC, but with such a different world, it's hard to imagine some of these things. And if it feels as if it's moving too fast, let me know. I'm trying to cram enough material to make its own game into a single story, so I may be rushing more than I realize. XD Anyway, enough of my excuses.