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Hybridization [FIN]; [P]
Topic Started: Sat Apr 12, 2014 12:46 am (1,761 Views)
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Maurice shrugged at Ari's question, "I could have Nalai blood in me, I wouldn't know if I did. My old man did some traveling around twenty years ago. Carried that blasted soul sucking longsword with him. He was a nasty piece of work, 'Duty and Honor above all else'. I was his bastard see, but I was the only one that could touch the sword safely. My mother and I were brought into his house, after that I didn't get much of a chance to learn about him, he croaked not long after I was brought into his house. The crazy man had a battle scar he refused to get removed, he said a giant cat gave him a light scratch and that someday I to would wear my scars proudly as a 'Knight of the Kingdom'. Oh, and for the bad luck thing... don't really believe in it, stuff happens because of people's decisions, not by luck."

He climbed a bit further and he mulled over what he heard next... another voice that echoed in his mind that came from... something similar to his sword. Once they reached the top he nodded at the sword, "That's right swordie-boy, humans are creatures of instinct, people may say they like to think logically, but when anger and battle takes up your life, it's better to trust your gut than some fancy speech."

He walked closer and crouched down to look at the sword closely, "So sword-friend, do you have a name? Also do you steal souls like the blades from my kingdom? I thought only the Old Smiths had the power to make talking blades, and I know the Old Smiths aren't from Nalai. Unless that's where we stole them from... but I digress, mind introducing us Ari?" To him hearing the voice of a sword, especially one that actually talked back to him, was normal. He had been raised with three other children that had talking swords, and at one time he had held all of them, the amount of souls he touched would be staggering to most people, but dealing with his own blade was the hardest, it was the oldest and simplest, a blade of anger and destruction that they labeled 'Justice', his mind became wary of the blade that Ari wielded, if she turned out to be a secret ally to his old friends... he might have to run.
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Soul-sucking longsword. Twenty years ago. Traveling around. Ari blanched at the mention of all those details that jumped right out at her. Her memories overlapped with her vision for another split second and a headache shot between her temples. She stopped walking for a second, propping her hand against a nearby tree as she broke into a cold sweat and had to catch her breath. This was one of those moments when her ancestral memories slammed straight into the curse that was weakly isolating her current identity from her past lives as the Painted Mantis. Attacks this bad only happened when something was forcing her to face old memories head-on.

"Let's-- take a break for a second." Eventually the attack reached a fever pitch, and the pain spiked so bad that she shut her eyes tight and held her head with one hand. At the instant Maurice was done with his story she muttered words that were beyond her control. "Percius Delvin."

You can hear me?! This has never happened before! Someone who can hear me without touching me. You have a true affinity with living weapons, Maurice! The katana's excitement wasn't helping Ari's headache.

Her mind was still swimming with disjointed memories and that damn name, Percius Delvin, but she composed herself enough to abide the Knight of the Wind's request. "His name's Agorst the Bastard. Claims to be the embodiment of those which should not exist. Originally made in Balefire. Here." She pulled her sword, sheathe and all, from her hip sash and tossed it to Maurice to look at.

Don't unsheathe me! As talented as you are, I'm afraid I feed upon my wielder's life force. A connection is established at the moment I bear my steel. I am a symbiotic pseudo-demon, neither a person nor an object, and the life force fuels my abilities. Is that not fascinating? Ah, if only I could discuss these matters with my wielder. Sadly she is a confused, tactless insect with no appreciation for scholarship.

Ari wiped sweat off her brow as the memory attack passed. "I can't hear him anymore, mind you. I assume he got right into insulting me."

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Maurice caught the katana and glared at it, "Yeah, your sword is a jerk." It was then that the name she called him turned his face into a savage visage, "How do you know my old man's name? I don't recall me saying his cursed name nor do I remember him telling me stories of meeting a girl and talking demon blade."

He looked down at the katana and spoke, "Also, don't assume I know anything about what you're talking about, you're not a blade of the Old Smith, so I'm guessing it's just because I was holding all of the soul sucking swords at once. I touched all of the souls they had absorbed over the generations and learned a lot of stuff, but most of it I can't actively call upon right now. As for fascinating.... no. It is not fascinating. I threw my own sword into a volcano, another into the sea, one into a pit to the netherworld, and the last one was chucked from the top of a mountain into a ravine. I killed my king, my fiance, betrayed my friends, and probably destroyed my nation just so I could be rid of those evil things and destroy all the evil it spawned. If anything, it makes me want to toss you into the sea, chained into your sheathe. But you aren't as malevolent as them are you? The ones I had spoke of mass destruction and death, wanting nothing more than to kill and destroy. You... have more life in you." With that said he tossed the weapon back to Ari.

He sat down and patted a rock beside him, "Sit. Tell me everything you know of my father. I was barely five years of age when he died from using Flamebringer. He engulfed a horde of undead giants in hellfire and laughed as he died, thinking if he incinerated his body he might die to fast for the sword to take all of his soul... and I know he failed. So please, tell me what you know." His eyes had been hard and cold for a while, but now they softened, even if he put up the facade that he hated his father... he did appreciate him. He had taught him how to fight in a traditional style and never condemned his preferred fighting style like his sword instructors... and he the man had loved his mother, of that much he was certain. So with those thoughts he waited, wanting to know more about the father he barely knew, The Knight among Knights' untold adventures.
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"I-- I can explain, I think--"

Ari watched in stunned silence as Maurice gave her weapon one of the most satisfying verbal smackdowns he had ever deserved. Based on his response, she figured Agorst had quickly launched into one of his usual diatribes about what he was and how fascinated he was with all of it. She caught Agorst and placed him back on her hip. Me? I am a scholar, not a fighter, and calling me a 'destroyer' would be fathoms from the truth! Bethari herself can testify on that. I keep my blade dull unless she is fighting a worthy opponent. My abilities include protecting my wielder and leaving behind tangible after-images of myself. In no way am I like those Old Smith's savages, whose demise you brought to them was well-deserved I'm sure. To despise all living weapons like this is just as ridiculous as wishing genocide on all elves because some of them are cruel!

Once the two of them were done arguing -- for now -- Maurice encouraged Ari to take a seat and talk more about the name she had uncontrollably spoken, the name of his father. The location on the ridge they had reached seemed like as good a place as any to stop and watch for flares. She climbed onto one of the rocky outcroppings overlooking the island's caldera and took a seat there, keeping her eyes focused on the sprawling darkness around them rather than Maurice himself. For some reason she couldn't make eye contact with him right now.

"You have to understand that my memory of my past lives isn't perfect. But all those details you just said a couple minutes ago all came together and just... it's fuzzy, but they're so recent they're a bit easier to piece together. If I tell you, though, I need you to promise something. Promise to wait at least a short time before attacking me, if that's what you want."

Ari took a deep breath. Too late now for regrets. "In my last life as the Painted Mantis I was a man named Kirvo. Please understand that even though we're both aspects of a single entity, he was an entirely different person. Kirvo was an infamous figure around these parts. That man -- I guess you could say 'I' -- craved nothing more than a challenging hunt. I was never satisfied in that life. Always looking for bigger challenges, better thrills. I was a monster who kidnapped people I didn't like and released them into the jungles to hunt them and observe how they'd respond in a life-or-death situation. Beasts weren't enough for me unless there was something new, some new gimmick to get me going.

I befriended a traveler named Percius Delvin. He needed deaths. A lot of them. I just, I could feel it, like when we took on that military encampment on the Istani coast -- I was on the cusp of feeling satisfied with a hunt. I keep getting flashes of black sky, rocky ground and a wall of flames in every direction on the horizon. So much fierce prey to take on. He was so nice to me. Let me give the outpost advance notice so they'd be prepared and it would be tougher to pull off. Just for me."
Ari's expression conveyed how horrified she was about this information, which flowed out of her mouth almost as fast as she recalled it. "...Did I really do all this? Kirvo was murdered twenty-two years ago by what are now my grandparents. And for good reason. We were irredeemable."
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Maurice nodded and stood up, dusting off his pants before speaking, "So past you were warrior pals with my old man, who not only left to find a fake wife for me, but apparently to harvest souls for his sword. Makes sense. That means that stupid scar on his face was from a chimera and not a big cat. As for telling people he was going to attack... yeah, it wasn't being nice, he never launched a sneak attack. He always told bandits, giants, celestials, even the undead that he was coming to attack them at first light. As for attacking you... I don't see why I would, you're Ari, not Kirvo. If anything I can promise to punch you in the face if you go all 'Mad Death Warrior' on me, ya know, just to shock you out of it. But it looks like my dad was trying to satisfy Flamebringer in a completely new way... which explained why it was so much stronger than the others."

Maurice walked over and offered his hand, "Your past may have met my father's past, but I can promise you this, if you ever go all crazy on me, I'll be the first to snap you out of it."

With that said he glared at Agorst, "But you, don't insult those swords as if to say 'I'm a scholar I only do these things'. Also those swords aren't dead. They can't die. They are just waiting at the bottom of the places I threw them, neither fire nor water can damage the blade. The Abyss nor a Ravine can contain their powers. They will seek out new wielders, possess them, and force them to deliver the blades back to their rightful owners. All I did was stop them from getting to my friends for a few years. I ensured the new Kingdom would not rely on those swords, the years to come will make a kingdom that relies on skill, strategy, and basic human instinct to fight and live on. Not on some wacked out soul sucking abomination that wants nothing more than to devour more souls. So don't belittle those blades, if I ever had one with me, It would destroy you and claim you as a lesser being."

With that Maurice smiled and sighed, "Man, if I ever said those things to my old sword it would have tried to drain my soul faster. Anyway, despite the past I say we can still be friends. Just remember the past doesn't matter, and sometimes to escape the Cycle that your life is supposed to be part of... you need to start everything over. The Past Lives, the Souls, sometimes you just need to break away and become something new. After all, what's the point of living if we don't strut around and forge our own path?" Maurice was kind of proud for that last bit, it was sappy and kinda insightful, to bad he still knew basically absolutely nothing about Ari besides the fact her past life was a psycho.
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"I see." For some irrational reason, the revelation that Percius Delvin had never truly done anything for Kirvo out of the kindness of his heart made Ari feel a little disappointed. She supposed she didn't have any real friends when she was Kirvo, and the only allies she could think of were those creepy incarnation cultists that were responsible for the current predicament. Likely having sensed Ari's discomfort, Maurice offered some inspiring words about how people, including the reincarnating Mantis, could forge their own paths regardless of what was behind them. She nodded, cracking a hint of a smile.

That moment was interrupted by a realization. "I get it now. Why the cultists let you come with me. They want history to repeat itself. Nalaians are so obsessed with revolving cycles, I tell you." Ari shook her head, standing up. "Come along. I just saw a flare. We need to hurry, so hop on." Before there was enough time to ask what exactly he needed to hop onto, the Nalaian stepped forward and became a flourish of cloth. A praying mantis the size of a draft horse burst from the place where she'd been standing. Its carapace was painted with complex figures and scenery depicting island-scapes, heroes and monsters, prominent locations and important historical events. The Painted Mantis in its true form lowered itself down, offering for Maurice to climb on top. Then it bolted into the night.

They reached the village quickly, but still in the middle of a massive chimera outbreak. The Nalai Guard struggled to manage both the monsters and the panicked innocents. Ari came to a skidding halt in her mantis form, releasing a metallic scream that drew the attention of the monsters. She prowled around the streets, assessing the situation, until a certain person caught her eye. He looked like a priest at first glance, but the dots on his forehead and smirk on his face said otherwise. Ari charged, bodily tackling the incarnation cultist and pinning him under her bladed front legs.

Unexpectedly, he began laughing. "It is truly an honor! Are you enjoying this!? You even have your companion with you! It seems right, does it not?"
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The next few moments happened in a flash, they wanted a cycle to complete, Maurice was helping it without even trying. Maurice watched in awe as Ari became a massive mantis, he was far less awestruck and more excited to ride the mantis form through the skies. Once they landed, Ari set off after a man with odd marks on his face. Maurice stepped down and tapped Ari's, "Come on, back up, let me handle this."

He gripped the man's shoulder and lifted him up, drawing his rapier with his free hand and placing it at his throat, "Man, you guys made a bad mistake. See, I'm not like my father, I'm not a 'Knight's Knight'. I'm not into the whole 'holding up the law and order and fair fights' stuff. My father would never strike down a man like you... he would never allow a peasant to die. Which is why we are different." With that he slid the rapier through the man's throat and brought it to the side, twisting as he widened the cut, making it bleed profusely.

As the light in the man's eyes began to fade, Maurice spoke again, "I'm not smart. I'm not all that strong, but I broke your little cycle by being here... you thought 'a man with a longsword with similar looks is fine'. But it's not the looks... it's the personality that matters. I am nothing like my Father." With that he turned away from the dying cultist and spoke to Ari, "Come on, human time Ari, we've got lots of helping and savin' to do." with that he flourished his rapier and set off, rushing the nearest Chimera, sending short thrusts through it's legs, constantly dancing around it to the side, trying his best to keep it off balance so Ari could finish it.
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The Painted Mantis' slackened and its vibrant painted colors dulled. Ari's human form burst out of the swiftly desiccating carapace, disturbing it enough for it to begin breaking into tiny pieces that scattered in the wind. She ripped Agorst from his sheathe, wincing as black needles lanced into her arm from the point of contact with the living weapon. The closest chimera roared as Maurice pierced its legs from all sorts of angles, keeping it off-balance. Ari, recognizing the opportunity, leaped into the air, pushed her foot against the nearby wall of a building, and launched herself toward the monster.

She landed gracefully on its back and hacked at its neck with her dull blade. Then she whirled around, delivering a devastating slash to the snake-headed tail. Had Agorst been a sharp blade, the head would sure have split cleanly. Instead, the force of the blow was enough to break the bones in its neck, killing it instantly. She finished brutally beating the chimera to death, then jumped to street level shortly before the monster's body hit the ground.

"I swear, Agorst, if you don't sharpen right this instant I will make Maurice throw you into the sea," she growled, wiping specks of blood off her face with the heel of one wrist.

You're doing fine, he replied smugly.

"Time is limited! Sharpen now!" To add insurance to her threat, her fingers wandered over to the unenchanted Nalaian long-dagger at her other hip. That weapon didn't have superpowers, but at least it didn't have an attitude.

A strip of gleaming metal appeared at Agorst's leading edge, drifting from hilt to point until the entire weapon was deadly sharp. Chimerae gathered around them. Ari took a stance, holding her living katana in front of her with disciplined precision.

"Cover me, Maurice. I'll end this in a single moment. Be on your guard; I feel a large group of people approaching us from all directions."

What followed was a veritable storm of blade strokes. In one instant Ari was plunging her sword into chimera necks, then in the next she was lopping off the snake head of a completely different chimera. Had anyone counted, all it took was eight blade strokes to annihilate the group of six large chimerae. The group collapsed into lumps of dead flesh almost simultaneously. Ari emerged from the carnage, badly winded and using now-dull Agorst to prop up her weight.

"They're here." The air filled with Shokanalai chanting as incarnation cultists appeared on the hill-tops all around this village, arms raised in supplication.

Among the constant background chorus, one familiar voice rose above them all. He was petting the chimera cub in his arms. "Efficient! I like it. Your friends in the Nalai Guard were equally so. You only had a chance to hunt in two villages before the threat was contained. Did you devour Brother Shasa, as was his wish?"

"I don't eat people. Get that into your heads for once!" Ari shouted back, keeping Agorst at the ready in a two-handed grip.

"This scene is missing something. That is why we're here. We're not content to let you and your companion break a new path. Kirvo met an untimely end; the ring was never completely forged."

Ari just wanted them to shut up. She groaned.

That was when the cultists, still chanting, began to light torches. One of the leader's attendants brought out a longsword wrapped in cloth and began to bring it down to Maurice.

"It's a trap or something. No way they actually have something like that..."

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He kept behind Ari, his swishing rapier clipped claws and rapid thrusts sent the snake heads to their dooms. Their focus on Ari made it easy for him to even dispatch a chimera of his own, piercing through it's eyes into the brain. It wasn't long until the horde was gone... and then he felt it, his soul was on fire. His eyes turned red as he heard the chanting. He looked immediately towards a man holding a longsword, it was covered in a thick cloth, but it wasn't long until it burned away. The man dropped the longsword... and it flew across the ground, flying into Maurice's free hand.

Maurice dropped his rapier and held the longsword up, black obsidian began to form around his left arm, cracked in certain areas to show a stream of molten metal. The longsword looked charred black... but in an instant it became a blazing inferno of living flames. Maurice could hear the sword... it spoke in an condescending tone, like a teacher lecturing his dumber students, "Maurice, you should know that I will always find you. Your blood calls for me as it always will, but it could all end, just like your father tried. The strongest soul we ever met... was Kirvo. I was told that the deadly dance would be done again, the sheer pleasure of almost killing him... almost devouring his soul so your father could live on. Wield me, kill the girl, absorb the soul, become free, truly free."

The voice this time wasn't in his head... it was coming directly from the sword, speaking for all to hear. Maurice held it up, horns of flame appeared around his head, curling forward to make a burning crown. His free hand began to twist and contort, looking more draconic than human as he turned to face Ari. A smile played at his lips as he walked forward, the sword speaking again, "I see the girl has a Lesser Blade... it looks like the current Old Smiths are losing their touch... weaker being. Be consumed by my flames and become part of my power."

Maurice was Ari's striking distance, his very form was slowly changing, he raised his sword for combat as he spoke, "Ari... I made a promise to be free..." He stopped there, the priests were chanting louder, but that was when Maurice winked at her, whipping himself around and throwing the sword into the sky. His form returned to normal, but the strength he had gained still transferred through the sword. It flew up into the sky... eventually the flaming sword winked out of existence.

Maurice picked up his rapier and cracked his neck, "Told you we could kill all these guys off. I bet every single priest in the area is here. We cut'em all down, we put some serious damage to their little group, you ready for another slaughter Ari?" With that he charged, taking the first priest through the stomach with his rapier, pulling out as he spun around, striking another man on the jaw with his fist, only to dispatch him with his now free rapier, a swift strike to the heart as Maurice laughed, "Man, you guys just don't learn! I'm not my father! I won't kill someone else just to solve my own ailing soul. I'm much more concerned with saving my friends!" With that he kept on attacking, striking out with his fist and thrusting with his rapier, he was soon a whirlwind of action as he chased down the frightened priests.
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When Maurice asked Ari whether she was ready for another slaughter, she didn't respond. When he began cutting down cultists, making them rout from the flank, taunting all the while, Ari remained stock-still. Her eyes were wide, glazed over but intensely focused on some unknown point in the far distance. Very slowly, in a very subtle movement, Ari began to shift her weight from one foot to another in time with the chanting -- like a praying mantis mimicking a leaf on the wind as it drew closer to its prey.

"Reform! Left flank, fend him off!"

Cultists began to toss their torches into the streets below. A few caught. Trees and some nearby buildings lit up, adding blots of orange to the array of colors in the night. The surviving cultists facing off against Maurice slung elemental spells at him; others tried to coax vines and roots to tangle around the Knight of Wind's feet and slow him down. Even more had traps and alchemical bombs under their disposal, and they weren't afraid to use them.

Meanwhile, Ari's mind had plunged into chaos. Her world at a distance was a blurry mess, a palette of colors like she was viewing everything through a pair of compound eyes -- up close she could see every miniscule detail on every surface. The streets were barren and rocky and in the distance was a vibrant wall of fire. Entire units of Istani border guards were positioned all across the hillside ridges and running around the encampment behind her. Her heart raced in her chest. Percius Delvin had already charged into one of the hilltop flanks, leaving the prey behind her to scurry and break ranks like the ignorant fools they were.

"I heard him, Percius," she growled, lips pulling into a face-splitting grin. Her expression was completely unlike herself: manic, unhinged. She was slouched over, holding Agorst low and tight in her hands, chuckling. "You were planning to betray me all along, weren't you? All you mortals are the same." Ari stalked forward, seemingly oblivious to the lead cultist's constant urgings to keep up the chanting. "I think I know who the real trophy is, then. And I am absolutely starving."

Plates of pitch-black insect carapace formed around Ari's right arm as she burst with immense speed up the hill after Maurice. Agorst sharpened. She flipped the katana into an inverted grip, imitating a mantis, and came in with a tight slash aiming to disembowel the Knight of the Wind in the first strike.
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Maurice kept on dancing around his opponents, his fighting style was far from any normal combat style. He preferred using high mobility as his true weapon. He ran around his foes, his thrusting rapier meeting several throats and arms. The creeping vines that went after his legs never came close, his movements were seemingly random, because they were, Maurice was a man of instincts and he moved the way his body said he should move. Eventually a lightning bolt caught up to him, but he turned around and blocked it with his blade, laughing in amazement as the lightning stayed on the blade. He gave an experimental thrust back at the mage and struck him with his own lightning, this added a whole new element to Maurice's tactics.

He just happened to be dodging around the cultist as Ari struck, the blade killing a cultist instead of Maurice. He gave a sharp whistle as he saw the crazed Ari and said, "You're not Ari anymore are you?" The chanting had gotten quieter, probably not by choice, but simply because of the number of dead that were killed by their own spells and alchemical bombs. He kept up quick back steps, looking for a heavier weapon all the while. The spells had stopped trying to strike him, for fear of interrupting the 'fight' that was about to happen. He nearly tripped over a fallen cultist's longsword, scooping it up as he sheathed his rapier. Maurice raised his hand for Ari to hold off, "One second. I just got me a new longsword, lemme give it a few test swings." He gave it a single test swing before spinning around to deliver a sharp left hook at Ari's chin.
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Ari ran toward, not away, from Percius' sword strike, and leaped into the air. Her foot touched the blade for just a moment before she launched herself into the sky again, flipping once before landing on the ground behind him. She plunged her blade into the stomach of a nearby Istani soldier, twisted at the hilt, and kicked the dying body off as she turned to face her primary enemy.

"This was my fault. I misjudged what kind of man you are." The incarnation raised her blade and licked a mouthful of blood off the flat. It wasn't enough. She was starving. Heart, liver, bone marrow, skeletal muscle, it didn't matter. Ari raised Agorst once again, watching Percius' quick and seemingly random movements. Ridiculous. "You've picked up some... new tactics since I last fought with you. Did you receive a blow to the head?"

No matter. He was going to die. No other option for someone who betrayed what little trust the Painted Mantis, Kirvo, lent to others. Ari bared bloodstained teeth and charged. She feinted left, leaving an after-image of Agorst, before bringing her blade up from the right. Agorst would bury deep into Percius' hip or ribs if the attack connected.
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Ari dodged the strike perfectly. Maurice barely had time to turn around, bringing his blade up to the block the strike... only for a phantom blow to hit his left side. Maurice looked down as he dropped his blade, falling to his knees as he looked up into Ari's eyes, they were mad. Maurice knew he couldn't win, his instinct told him that he was out classed in every which way possible. He kept his hands on the wound, but it wasn't slowing the blood flow, his mind was racing... and that was when it hit him... dying was fine. He had lived knowing he would be killed, perhaps this way... his death could have meaning.

Maurice let out a howl of victory before speaking, "See that cultists? This is your 'Cycle' falling to pieces! My father probably wounded Kirvo to the point where he could be killed, I, on the other hand, refuse to harm Ari! So you can suck steel, because when I die, the cycle is broken."

His voice became quieter as he looked into Ari's eyes, "Come on Ari... kill me and you can break the cycle. My death could give you new life. Break the cycle or break free, I don't have much time left either way." He could start to feel a burning sensation all through out his left body, the pain was finally catching up to him. It wouldn't be long before his shouts of agony would echo across the island.
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Ari looked down at Percius with cruel pity. "I must not have hit you that hard, if you still have enough energy to mutter those insane ramblings. Do you even know who you are anymore?"

She heard footsteps and turned her head. Istani soldiers rushed toward her in droves. Their leader, an old man decorated like a Major, stomped the ground and swept his hands upward. A barrier shot from his feet straight forward. Magic rose from a line in the ground between Ari and Percius, growing ever taller until not even she could jump over it. From Maurice's view, the chanting had stopped. The cultist leader, accompanied by the chimera pup, rushed over to Maurice's side. "You sicken me."

"Ah, so you're in alliance with them! I-- see...?" Her words became less and less confident as the statement went on. She went from manic and bloodthirsty to looking slightly confused. Her eyes flicked every which way, trying to make sense of the world.

All the cultists tackled her at once. Ari was so lightheaded that she didn't even resist, causing her to hit her head on the ground hard. They wrenched Agorst out of her hand and pinned her there. No more than that. Just waiting.

She looked over and saw the Istani leader, whose clothes had changed, busily healing Percius-- or maybe it was someone else, she wasn't certain.

"It's already wearing off," one of the cultists told the leader.

"That means it wasn't strong enough in the first place, you incompetents."

"We were being attacked!"

"Silence!" The leader sealed Maurice's wounds just enough to keep him from bleeding out, then stepped back. The chimera cub licked Windy's face. "Just take them both."

Ari's eyes were closed. She was either unconscious or asleep. The cultists seemed to have expected that, seeing as she had just burned a lot of her own power in a short period of time -- more power than she was used to having access to in this lifetime.

"Take them?" another cultist asked, glancing down at Ari. "Leader, we've lost. They killed a dozen of our number. Now you ask us to place our idol in a cage?"

"I will make this work!" the leader roared. "Take them now! I am the one who Kirvo trusted! His closest friend! I will bring him back by any means!"

"You're wrong." Ari's eyes fluttered until they were half-open. She looked exhausted. "He was just manipulating you. He made you found this cult so he'd have a network of loyal servants to stroke his ego and find prey for him. He didn't care about you at all, much less think of you as a friend." Her voice was back to normal: soft, calm.

Cultists stood around the scene, not moving to capture Maurice or Ari like their leader ordered. Many of them left on the spot to collect their injured and dead allies.

The leader couldn't deny that she was correct. It was her memories, after all. She had once been Kirvo. He growled. "You're nothing compared to him. Emotionless, gullible, stumbling through life without knowing anything about your grander purpose. You should have been the one to die at twenty, not him."

Not caring too much about the man's temper tantrum, Ari turned her head sideways to see Maurice. The barrier had fallen, so she reached out to place her hand on his arm. Too weak to get up. "I am so sorry."
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A plan happened, that was all Maurice could think. He had done something that they thought was a plan, he had just hoped they would stop Ari or at least get completely murdered by her while trying to keep him alive, but all the blood loss made him a bit... groggy. He stayed sitting up until two men grabbed his arms and disarmed him. He was being dragged beside Ari, he heard everything and when Ari said sorry, Maurice gave a small smile, "Ya know... the way Kirvo acted, it was like he respected my dad above all else. And my dad always said, 'Those that give respect deserve respect.' While they might not have been friends... I feel it was more likely they were rivals. I can see Kirvo bragging about his kills while my dad silently listened, without that soul stealing sword... I think they would have been best friends. And... don't apologize, not your fault, and don't worry about it, can't worry about the past, just keep moving forward... like... the wind." With that he passed out.

He woke up in chains, tired, sore, but his wound wasn't bleeding so that was a plus. He let out a small groan, he didn't even bother to try and stand, he felt like he would just fall back down if he tried. He looked around and found the chimera pup was still with him. He stroked it's fuzzy head as it crawled into his lap. He looked down at it and smiled, "Okay... so the lion part is Ferdimond De Mayne and the snake part and be Coggsworth De Mayne. AFter all... you're just two people in one body, you're kinda like brothers. Two people meant to stick together... yeah..." With that he was done. He sat there and waited, his eyes steadily growing sharper. He was ready, the next time someone came to give him something... he would kill them and take the key. After that it was a simple mission to rescue Ari, slaughter all cultists, and then escape... wherever they are.
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