Post by Black Waltz No. 3 on Aug 12, 2010 3:17:49 GMT
He had waited for what had seemed like years for a cargo ship to come by near Dali. When finally it did, it was sleepy and creaking in the summer sunrise. He quickly learned black mages no longer opeated the ships, he was unsuprised. 11 years? Even he could not concieve such an improbable amount of time. The idea that the mages would still be in operation after 11 years was simply beyond reason. No doubt after Kuja had fallen so too had their production, he supposed.
He was lifegiver, he was all-knower, he was pretentious scum.
He was forced to sneak past the scruffy crew carrying boxes and boxes of supplies from Alexandria. He didn't dare steal even a single potion. Such petty deads where beneath him. Ha, after all the deaths he had caused, all strangulation of children and all the fantasies and dreams of rape and yet he here he was, with a moral fibre so strong that he refused even to take what might save his life. He really was a fool.
After the ship had successfully taken off he tore his way out of a bag of grain, much to the shock of one of the crew who had just been stealing corn from one of the other bags. Thr brown haired boy instantly started jabbering on at him, insisting that he needed to feed his family and to please not tell his boss. He ignored him, practically insulted by how thickly his accent dripped with scum.
He found it odd the ship did not stink of mist, it was of little concern to him though. Perhaps Alexandria had matured and started using Lindblum technology. 11 years. He shook his head, quickly finding the driver. Swooping in behind him, torn wings circling around his body and delicate talons brushing through his hair before stroking his neck was all he needed to convince the man to go off course and take him to Lindblum.
He was suprised how easy it was to bring a man to tears with fright. Or perhaps he was just concenred about the lice now jumping about on his head. Goodness, he really was filthy.
He hopped off the ship in Lindblum, waving to the petrified driver and thanking him, something he didn't think the other expected. He revelled in the stuttered 'you're welcome'.
Actually getting anywhere in Lindblum was another story.
He had come here because there was no reason to return to Alexandria. What use was he there? A failed experiment by a deceased Kuja, he belonged to leaky tomes and dust bound files. So he supposed he should go to Lindblum, he had a little gil left in his pockets, perhaps he could convince a young engineer to repair some of the damage done by his own trance.
He had been spat on, sworn at, hit over the head with a broom twice. Apparently they thought he was some fiend crawling with disease. My, where on earth would they get that idea?
One gentleman with yellowing teeth had mentioned something, now what was it? Ah, yes "Alright there boy? Ya gots some serious problems haven't cha? Aye well, there ain't many an engineer that'll fix ya up here, pal. They only werk wi' airships 'n' the like, ye know? Ye shuld go tae Treno, they work wi' things like ye all tha time. i'll hook ye upwith one real nice place"[/b]
The flyer the man had handed him should have been warning enough. 'Come one, come all, fight dangerous beasts for wonderful prizes!' Yet he was desprete. He had begun to look like One, hunching over and practically dragging his left hand across the ground.
He managed to steal himself away inside some nobels ship transferring a large Malbero statue, or perhaps it was a petrified or dried version. It was surely priceless. When he chose to reveal himself the crew where awfully hospitable to him, it was the first time he had gotten to try goose liver. It was gorgeous. Kuja truly had imbued a sense of luxury in him. He laughed, ripping a maggot out that was wriggling between his fingers, forcing it down his throat.
Treno had brought no peace. It became very clear very quickly that he was just going to be caught up in some horrifically amusing freak show. He had found himself running away from a man carrying a tiny net, too scared to set his head on fire for fear of being even further broken.
The trees had given him shelter, the owls wailing somehow comforting. In time, he found a clearing, heart still ringing in his ears. And there, there was where he had found his new home.
The place had been devoid of life for years. He found a cracked egg shell and a few other signs that once someone had lived here, but what remained was simply dust and faded memory. He took a while throwing out the possessions , down, down to the bottom of the ocean. He kept only a large silver fork and the coal stove, aware that they might actually be of some use.
He examined the clock, frowning at the date. It was obvious it had stopped, though the time was perhaps right. It didn't matter, he didn't need time or hours or days or dates. Such things became of little value when the expansion of your life may only cummulate to a year. Yet he spyed something of potential value nestled in there. A strange mesh of blue and brown.
He practically screamed at what he had found.
That... That child! It was.. His corpse? Well, no, just his clothes.. And his hat. It was so mottled, so worn, but... He'd seen him, just a few hours ago! In the ice cavern? Was he haunting him, following him, stalking him? And had died waiting for him?
He was unsure as to what to do with it, so he stuffed it back in, slamming shut the cabniet door and hoping it did not come back to tear him apart. He grabbed the clock, ensuring such an event didn't happen, and pushed it too the edge of the cliff, slowly and steadily with his single working hand, before finally launching it down to the bay below. He watched as the clock rocked and swayed below, fantasising that it might smash against the rocks.
He turned back into the cavern, focusing now on taking a long bath in the hot springs. No doubt the water would turn as black as his flesh.
He was lifegiver, he was all-knower, he was pretentious scum.
He was forced to sneak past the scruffy crew carrying boxes and boxes of supplies from Alexandria. He didn't dare steal even a single potion. Such petty deads where beneath him. Ha, after all the deaths he had caused, all strangulation of children and all the fantasies and dreams of rape and yet he here he was, with a moral fibre so strong that he refused even to take what might save his life. He really was a fool.
After the ship had successfully taken off he tore his way out of a bag of grain, much to the shock of one of the crew who had just been stealing corn from one of the other bags. Thr brown haired boy instantly started jabbering on at him, insisting that he needed to feed his family and to please not tell his boss. He ignored him, practically insulted by how thickly his accent dripped with scum.
He found it odd the ship did not stink of mist, it was of little concern to him though. Perhaps Alexandria had matured and started using Lindblum technology. 11 years. He shook his head, quickly finding the driver. Swooping in behind him, torn wings circling around his body and delicate talons brushing through his hair before stroking his neck was all he needed to convince the man to go off course and take him to Lindblum.
He was suprised how easy it was to bring a man to tears with fright. Or perhaps he was just concenred about the lice now jumping about on his head. Goodness, he really was filthy.
He hopped off the ship in Lindblum, waving to the petrified driver and thanking him, something he didn't think the other expected. He revelled in the stuttered 'you're welcome'.
Actually getting anywhere in Lindblum was another story.
He had come here because there was no reason to return to Alexandria. What use was he there? A failed experiment by a deceased Kuja, he belonged to leaky tomes and dust bound files. So he supposed he should go to Lindblum, he had a little gil left in his pockets, perhaps he could convince a young engineer to repair some of the damage done by his own trance.
He had been spat on, sworn at, hit over the head with a broom twice. Apparently they thought he was some fiend crawling with disease. My, where on earth would they get that idea?
One gentleman with yellowing teeth had mentioned something, now what was it? Ah, yes "Alright there boy? Ya gots some serious problems haven't cha? Aye well, there ain't many an engineer that'll fix ya up here, pal. They only werk wi' airships 'n' the like, ye know? Ye shuld go tae Treno, they work wi' things like ye all tha time. i'll hook ye upwith one real nice place"[/b]
The flyer the man had handed him should have been warning enough. 'Come one, come all, fight dangerous beasts for wonderful prizes!' Yet he was desprete. He had begun to look like One, hunching over and practically dragging his left hand across the ground.
He managed to steal himself away inside some nobels ship transferring a large Malbero statue, or perhaps it was a petrified or dried version. It was surely priceless. When he chose to reveal himself the crew where awfully hospitable to him, it was the first time he had gotten to try goose liver. It was gorgeous. Kuja truly had imbued a sense of luxury in him. He laughed, ripping a maggot out that was wriggling between his fingers, forcing it down his throat.
Treno had brought no peace. It became very clear very quickly that he was just going to be caught up in some horrifically amusing freak show. He had found himself running away from a man carrying a tiny net, too scared to set his head on fire for fear of being even further broken.
The trees had given him shelter, the owls wailing somehow comforting. In time, he found a clearing, heart still ringing in his ears. And there, there was where he had found his new home.
The place had been devoid of life for years. He found a cracked egg shell and a few other signs that once someone had lived here, but what remained was simply dust and faded memory. He took a while throwing out the possessions , down, down to the bottom of the ocean. He kept only a large silver fork and the coal stove, aware that they might actually be of some use.
He examined the clock, frowning at the date. It was obvious it had stopped, though the time was perhaps right. It didn't matter, he didn't need time or hours or days or dates. Such things became of little value when the expansion of your life may only cummulate to a year. Yet he spyed something of potential value nestled in there. A strange mesh of blue and brown.
He practically screamed at what he had found.
That... That child! It was.. His corpse? Well, no, just his clothes.. And his hat. It was so mottled, so worn, but... He'd seen him, just a few hours ago! In the ice cavern? Was he haunting him, following him, stalking him? And had died waiting for him?
He was unsure as to what to do with it, so he stuffed it back in, slamming shut the cabniet door and hoping it did not come back to tear him apart. He grabbed the clock, ensuring such an event didn't happen, and pushed it too the edge of the cliff, slowly and steadily with his single working hand, before finally launching it down to the bay below. He watched as the clock rocked and swayed below, fantasising that it might smash against the rocks.
He turned back into the cavern, focusing now on taking a long bath in the hot springs. No doubt the water would turn as black as his flesh.
