[Space and time spun around the knight. Bending, twisting, folding and colliding, inverting and extruding and...
He's felt this before. He's certain of it- but where, when, he does not know. A sick sense of déjà vu is the warrior's only companion as he is carried away on the flow of kaleidoscopic time. As he falls off the very edge of it, a portal's exit (a torsion? now?) the only point of reference in his sight.
Portal or torsion, it mattered not. It dumps him within the shallows of what would appear to be a rather muddy and quite polluted bog- face-first, and with an almighty crash of platemail meeting water.
Fortunately, it is only the shallows. Unfortunately, a shadow beneath the surface of said bog appears to have been alerted. It winds and it coils underneath the muddy water, before it makes a beeline straight toward the shore.
The warrior, by now on his knees, muddied and bloodied, stares downward at the water forming waves at his feet. His hand moves to his sword. His shield is held instinctively closer.]
[Sephiroth is out patrolling at night, trying to keep watch for any new arrivals brought in by his terrible mistake. When he sees someone land near the Zolem, he immediately flies over and lands nearby, sword drawn.]
Be careful. It’s dangerous. It’s better not to engage it if you can avoid it. Unfortunately, it’s already noticed you.
[Alas, that's not a very nice greeting to someone (literally) dropping by to help. But the warrior's confusion was apt. Given the danger this swordsman held in his experience, fitting.
It is for that reason that he braces his shield arm. For that reason he points the sword directly at the other. For that reason his knees bend as he prepares to lunge straight toward him, and-
-suddenly, there's a crash of stinking water. The creature, the zolom, knocks the warrior sideways with a heaving sweep of its tail in attempt to force him to the depths. He was unprepared. He was struck. But even then, he can adapt.
As he hurtles to the side, a wave of shining, flashing light bursts from the ground before him, tearing the muddy ground asunder. It strobes upward to the heavens, before disappearing. Immediately, the earth between that and the zolom is torn apart in the same way. Over and over and over- the light arcing it's way toward the serpent.
...And Sephiroth too, if he were between the warrior and the creature. ]
[Sephiroth just looks sad, if his eyes could be seen at all. And a bit surprised, as he realizes he knows this person.]
It's my fault you're here. But as for this creature, it was here long before me....
[He leaps away as the Zolom emerges, and he stays away as the light strobes. He has no desire to get in the way of that. But he's ready to lunge if the creature comes at them again, hovering in the air on black wing, sword drawn.]
"WHOA!" she said, seeing the armor. She quickly took a photo. "Are you a fallen knight or something? Like a vampire who now has to kill other vampires to fulfill an ancient blood prophecy?"
A blink follows. As well as the scrunching of his facial features at the flash on the strange little device in this small girl's hands. Once his vision had cleared, the warrior responds.
"A... vampire?"
Confusion is writ plainly on the warrior's face, his eyebrows furrowing. Vampire. Why did that elicit a faint memory? A town turned graveyard...
"My apologies, miss. I've no idea of what which you speak."
"You know! Blood sucking member of the the walking undead!" she held her hands out, wrists limp, head lolling to one side. "I vant to suck your blood. Mwah ha ha ha ha" she went back to usual. "Like that!"
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Date: 2025-07-16 09:01 pm (UTC)cw: midgar zolom
[Space and time spun around the knight. Bending, twisting, folding and colliding, inverting and extruding and...
He's felt this before. He's certain of it- but where, when, he does not know. A sick sense of déjà vu is the warrior's only companion as he is carried away on the flow of kaleidoscopic time. As he falls off the very edge of it, a portal's exit (a torsion? now?) the only point of reference in his sight.
Portal or torsion, it mattered not. It dumps him within the shallows of what would appear to be a rather muddy and quite polluted bog- face-first, and with an almighty crash of platemail meeting water.
Fortunately, it is only the shallows.
Unfortunately, a shadow beneath the surface of said bog appears to have been alerted. It winds and it coils underneath the muddy water, before it makes a beeline straight toward the shore.
The warrior, by now on his knees, muddied and bloodied, stares downward at the water forming waves at his feet. His hand moves to his sword. His shield is held instinctively closer.]
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Date: 2025-07-16 10:22 pm (UTC)Be careful. It’s dangerous. It’s better not to engage it if you can avoid it. Unfortunately, it’s already noticed you.
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Date: 2025-07-17 09:49 pm (UTC)[Alas, that's not a very nice greeting to someone (literally) dropping by to help. But the warrior's confusion was apt. Given the danger this swordsman held in his experience, fitting.
It is for that reason that he braces his shield arm. For that reason he points the sword directly at the other. For that reason his knees bend as he prepares to lunge straight toward him, and-
-suddenly, there's a crash of stinking water. The creature, the zolom, knocks the warrior sideways with a heaving sweep of its tail in attempt to force him to the depths. He was unprepared. He was struck. But even then, he can adapt.
As he hurtles to the side, a wave of shining, flashing light bursts from the ground before him, tearing the muddy ground asunder. It strobes upward to the heavens, before disappearing. Immediately, the earth between that and the zolom is torn apart in the same way. Over and over and over- the light arcing it's way toward the serpent.
...And Sephiroth too, if he were between the warrior and the creature. ]
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Date: 2025-07-17 11:32 pm (UTC)It's my fault you're here. But as for this creature, it was here long before me....
[He leaps away as the Zolom emerges, and he stays away as the light strobes. He has no desire to get in the way of that. But he's ready to lunge if the creature comes at them again, hovering in the air on black wing, sword drawn.]
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Date: 2025-07-17 09:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-07-17 09:54 pm (UTC)"A... vampire?"
Confusion is writ plainly on the warrior's face, his eyebrows furrowing. Vampire. Why did that elicit a faint memory? A town turned graveyard...
"My apologies, miss. I've no idea of what which you speak."
...He didn't. Right? His head tilts, somewhat.
"What is that? In your hands."
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Date: 2025-07-18 05:49 am (UTC)