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Post by Vayne Solidor on Jul 27, 2011 14:26:43 GMT -5
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[/font][/div] with all the mad men. for i'm quite content [/font][/div] they're all as sane as me. words;; 306 | tag;; fran | notes;; this is kind of awful. sorry. He does not remember much.
Scattered memories float back to him in fragments of their former glory. He knows his name, given and family. He knows of his family: his father and of his three brothers, two long dead. He sees faces without names, a lot of four, among two faces strangely familiar. Lady Ashe and. Gabranth? He is not sure. He knows of his home country, of war and of death. The words 'nethicite' and 'magicite' and 'Draklor' bounce around his head but he has found no purchase in their meanings. He knows there are large gaps in his memories, months, years, decades of his life without alibi.
But perhaps most importantly, he knows he has power. He doesn't know where it comes from or how he obtained it but it's there so strongly he cannot ignore it. It pulses through him, sharpening into pain in places where metal has embedded to his skin. His efforts to remove the shards have been successful. But there are places where they are embedded too deep or the pieces too small for him to remove without a tool. He has nothing to his name but the clothes on his back and those very metal shards he tries to rid himself of. One glints in the light from his temple now.
Vayne contemplates the power as he stands on the dock. Small boats bump quietly against the pillar from the smooth waves. The air is fresh, lined with the smell of the ocean, and far away, the sun sets. He does not know how he came to be here, but it does not bother him. He does not know he came to do a lot of things he remembers. Perhaps with time.
Gray eyes stare steadily over the water. Only one thought plagued him now.
This was not Archadia.
And to Her, he must return.
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Post by Fran on Jul 28, 2011 18:14:49 GMT -5
"You Fly Don't You....".
[/font][/right] Where was this place...it did not seem familiar to her. In fact she could not even remember getting here since everything in her mind at the moment was a blur. The viera couldn't even remember the last place she was with her partner Balthier, although keeping a straight face she glanced around her surroundings looking for any sign of her partner. From what her eyes could see there was nothing but a stretch of beach, the ocean and what looked like a small town or something further up. Another thing she noticed is that there was no smell of mist here not one trace, just what was this odd world she has appeared in and why was she brought here. When Fran had questions on the mind she always made sure she got them one way or another, even though most of the time it was her partner giving the orders. Fran more or less stood back and let Balthier do most of the talking, you see she wasn't much of the social type and preferred to keep all speaking to a minimum but being here it looked as if she would need to speak to get answers. Heading down the beach the viera thought perhaps someone would be down near the water she could talk to, most beaches she has gone to in the past have all been deserted and crawling with monsters. As she continued to walk something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye, stopping the viera glanced over briefly to see someone standing upon a dock nearby. There was something oddly familiar about this figure as if she has encountered them before in the past. Being who she was she had acute hearing and a good sense of smell and the scent she was picking up from this person was one who once held great power and status. Moving forward again she turned onto the dock and began walking towards the figure, her heels clicked on the wooden planks that she walked across. Fran only stopped a few feet away staring at the back of the figure in front of her, what was pure curiousity before was now full of rage and anger. Now she knew whom stood before her, that man.....it was young Larsa's brother Vayne. Of all the insufferable people she had ever met this man was the last person she wanted to find on a strange island. "I knew I felt an ill wind on this island....".Were the gods toying with her once more, did they mean to put her in the same place as this man. Fran tilted her head just slightly, there was something different about Vayne. He held a certain aura around him that she could feel by standing so close, was it sadness or perhaps something else. The viera didn't move from her spot however she stayed right where she was.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Vayne Solidor on Jul 29, 2011 0:00:57 GMT -5
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[/font][/div] with all the mad men. for i'm quite content [/font][/div] they're all as sane as me. words;; 318 | tag;; fran | notes;; probably no better. tired. There is a shift.
Vayne breathes, the scent of the sea filling his nose. Faintly, there is trees, life and just below it all ... Vayne's skin ripples in something like goosebumps. He can feel her. He does not know her name, her face, but he can feel her without seeing her. What would he think of himself to know the very power he utilizes comes from the very gods he fought against? Mist rises in a soft wave off his skin and he turns, grey eyes seeking and finding the Viera. This is not Ivalice, he is certain of that. And yet here stands a race from it's grasp. One with a face that registers as familiar. Her name is lost to him. Perhaps he never knew it.
The ex-Emperor turns to face her, studies her carefully. Something tells him to hold back. But he has weapons, no visible ones, so what threat could he be? His boots thud heavily on the dock as he bridges the distance between them without leaving this small kingdom of his. Gloved hands fold compliantly behind his back. It is another long moment before he speaks. Still, he has no name for her face. "Permit me to ask: are you familiar with me?" There is authority in his tone. A sense of dominance and an air of the noblesse. His chin is high, back straight, in the picture perfectness of royalty. He has not lost that.
The memories are brief. Vayne has no doubt she is an enemy. Or, at the very least, a rival. For in his foggy mind, she stands beside faces that glare back at him. She stands beside the 'late' Princess of Dalmasca. He may have lost much of his past but his logic has not gone. He watches her carefully for any sign of aggression. The look on her face has said enough.
She is no friend of his.
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Post by Fran on Jul 31, 2011 1:01:34 GMT -5
"You Fly Don't You....".
[/font][/right] Why was she brought to this strange island, what force or dark magic was behind this. Fran was not amused and she wished for answers to this. The sand beneath her feet also felt strange and foreign to her, she knew she wasn't home any longer. So another question was who owned this island and was it them who had brought her to this place, Fran had to get to the bottom of this before anything else strange happened. She also needed to find the Strahl and her partner Balthier she.....was worried about him. When she made her way along the beach and got closer to the dock, a familiar hit her nostrils like bad smell. Her eyes flashed to the figure standing there and could make out his features from behind, yes she knew who he was.....but why here. Slowly making her way onto the dock the viera stopped and stood a couple feet from the man, a hand on her hip as she explained about an ill wind. Seeing him turn to face her and bridge the distance between them, Fran just scrunched up her nose in disgust. Why did the gods have to toy with her so much, why did they have to put her in a place with this man. Her expression never changed as it seemed to remain blank but inside she felt anger starting to boil in her blood, but then she seemed to calm down. What did he just say.....did the viera hear those words correctly. The ex-emperor asked if she was familiar with him, either he was playing the stupid card and trying to trap her with a lie. Or he lost his memory of who he really was when coming to this new land. Whatever the reason she knew she needed to keep her guard up and would not let him toy with her mind. "Yes I am somewhat familiar with you, but it would seem you do not remember me". How was Vanye even alive, standing here and speaking with her. Was this some sort of dark magic as well, was there some evil force behind this that brought back those who are wicked. Now that she could recall, upon arriving here was that her memory did seem a little bit fuzzy as if nothing made sense to her. But for some reason she didn't get her memory wiped. Why was that. The viera continued to stare at the ex-emperor getting more frustrated by the minute just looking at him. "How is it you got here, why do you not remember anything?" It was probably a waste of breath asking that but she was interested to know what his answer might be to her question. This man was her enemy and she despised him with every fibre of her being for what he did back home. Letting her eyes wander briefly over the man she could see no visible weapons on him. Fran didn't want to show too much emotion towards Vayne, which is why she kept a stone look on her features. The viera had no reason to scowl or curl up her lips in a snarl, she showed her emotions when she wanted to. If she needed to she would attack but so far, Vayne had shown no hostility towards her.....yet.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Vayne Solidor on Aug 2, 2011 15:03:58 GMT -5
 words ( 325 ) tag ( fran ) muse ( low ) bothered by her approach. He welcomes it, curious of her motives. Her face is strangely deadpan but there is sharp awareness in her crimson eyes. Natural confidence is nearly arrogance at the heat in his head. He can hear -- he doesn't know what it is. Faint, wispy, almost non-existent. But it reverberated in his skull, humming with fervor. In increases as she speaks. Her questions are wasted on him. Vayne crosses his arm over her chest, bowing slightly to her. "I cannot." He straightens his back again, arm lowering to his side. "My whereabouts and how I came to be are lost. Surely I had made that plain." His voice is smooth, one he uses to cover lies. Now, he has none to offer her. His mind is to foggy to remember them. He does not know her connection with him, just that it is ill favored. And that is from presumption alone. He needs assistance at the very least. Enemy or no, if she will offer it, he will take it. He addresses their connection carefully. "I know your face. You stand beside Ffamran. Behind Lady Ashelia of Dalmasca." The names leave a sour taste on his tongue but he forces them out without disdain. Ffamran, the run-away judge. Ashe, the run-away nobility. Vayne manages to suppress the impulse to curl his lip before it shows on his face. "But your name, should I know it, I cannot place."The bridge gaped from things of no importance to those he found more prevalent, Vayne returns his previous inquiries. "You have me at the disadvantage. From your familiarity, I presume you know my name." There is a strange pleasure at the notion that he knows it as well. Vayne Carudas Solidor, he muses silently. But a nagging rises. His title. What is his title? Consul? Emperor? Dynast-King? Grey eyes refocus on Fran. For another time. His lips part, genteel in his demands. "Allow me yours." |
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Post by Fran on Aug 17, 2011 20:04:06 GMT -5
"You Fly Don't You....".
[/font][/right] Fran was in such a confused state right now, she had no idea what to think. First she is surrounded by darkness and nothing and next she is on a strange island in an unknown land. And not only that but she was with the last hume she ever wanted to have the pleasure of running into again, how was this even possible. As she stood on the dock still never taking her eyes off Vayne she scrunched her nose up at his response to her. "You need not get snippy with me". All she was doing was asking a simple question which of course she would get no answer from. Yes he had made it plain to her that he didn't remember anything that has happened to him or how he came to here. But the viera clearly knew who he was and what he had done in their world. Her hand on her hip, and her nose still scrunched abit when he mentioned Balthier and Ashe. Yes she stood beside those two because they were friends, dear ones which she held close to her heart. Balthier more then anyone of course. "Of course, they are those I hold close to me. As for my name I will think about mentioning it". Only because she didn't want to have him use her name against her should he remember certain events. Her main concern at the moment was her partner and where his location was, also how she could get out of this world and find him. As he spoke again she rolled her head in a boring matter, yes she knew him. Knew him well and what was capable of. "Your words are boring me, but if it will make you be silent....yes I know you". As she was about to turn and just leave him to his thoughts, again he asked for her name. "Fran.....". And with that she completely turned and headed off the dock to find means of transportation off this island, since she guessed that Balthier had the Strahl.[/blockquote][/size] |
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