[Fic] Dissidia: Dystopia - 0XX: Acerbus-Phase (Act 2)
Here's act 2 of the Warrior of Darkness and his quest to ravage the land with conflict and claim the Crystals of the Gods!
Dissidia: Dystopia
0XX: Acerbus-Phase - ACT 2
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Notes:
Acerbus means; bitter, gloomy, dark (I’m using the “Dark” translation,
therefore “Dissidia: Dystopia” - “0XX: Dark-Phase”
(I’m in no way a Latin buff, got this from the internets…)
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The Northern Continent was awash with a brilliant vermillion lustre. The bloody colour pleased him and reminded him of the recent victory over Chaos. As he walked across the parched earth, he reflected on the approaching battle.
Cosmos was the Goddess of Harmony, and if he remembered rightly she shied away from conflict like a frightened doe. Instead, he was certain that he would face her warriors - his former comrades. A toothy grin graced his lips and he murmured “This should be interesting…”
A renewed sense of anticipation burned inside of him, his hazy memories told him that the Warriors of Cosmos were a determined bunch and whilst they lacked a certain tenacity that his current, mostly fallen, comrades had; they made up for it with a fierce fighting spirit.
Such spirits were born to be crushed.
---
His travels drew him ever closer to the towering white spire that stood proud against the brooding sky; once he had gazed at that tower with pride and swore to uphold the virtues it stood for. Peace, harmony, order. That dedication felt distant to him now and the person who swore his blade to the Light, even more so. The blade sheathed to his hip was as black as tar and stained with the blood of the unwitting, the weak and the foolish. No longer did his blade gleam with lustrous Light, instead it radiated an aura of carnage.
The Southern Continent smelt cleaner, the scent of hellfire and rot no longer invaded his nostrils; replaced, instead, by flowers and earth. The water was clear as crystal, but easily tainted as he dipped a blood-stained, gauntleted hand in to it. The smells and tastes were nostalgic, he could remember stopping at a similar pool as one of the Light and dunking his head in to the crystalline liquid - that intense refreshing sensation lingered.
A memory persisted in his mind;
~~~
“Hey! Takin’ a break?” the cheerful gunner, Laguna, was waving as he approached.
“I was.” The warrior replied, wiping his damp silvery bangs from his face.
“Feels good doesn’t it?” Laguna said “I can’t think of anythin’ better on a hot day than a good ol’ dunk in some cool water!”
“It is certain refreshing.” The warrior agreed.
“Here. I bet it’s hot in that armour huh! I find this stuff helps to cool me down.” He was holding a strange cylindrical object out towards the warrior.
“What.. is this curious device?”
“Device? It’s a can of soda. I keep ‘em chilled using Squall’s ice magic. Though sometimes I think that kid’s glare might just be enough to keep them nicely frosty!” Laguna laughed, some sort of personal quip at Squall.
“…Soda?” It was an alien term.
“Yeah! Here! You pop the ring pull like so-” he tugged at the top of the object, a loud crack following by a fizzzzz.
The warrior instinctively reached for his sword “What was that?!”
“Hey! It’s just the soda crackin’ open! We’re not under attack!” the gunner held the can out “Here! Bottoms up!”
“…. I…” the warrior stared at the object, but was soon holding it as Laguna forced it in to his palm.
“C’mon, take a swig! It’s good I promise!”
“A-Alright.” He lifted it and sipped, a bizarre wet, bubbling sensation filled his mouth along with cooling, sweetness. This was soda? It was good. “..Mmm…”
“Good huh?”
“Yes… my thanks for sharing it with me. It must be in limited supply.” The warrior suddenly felt guilty; this must be a product from Laguna’s home world, he wouldn’t have much of it.
“Heck! I came here with a duffle bag full of soda! It’s my favourite for a long journey. Cool bevy and good friends, I’ve got both so I’m happy.” The gunner grinned “And you’re welcome, it’s good to share with friends right?”
“Yes comrade, it is.” The warrior offered him a small, but evident smile.
~~~
He sneered at himself, looking down at his war torn gauntlets; that person was a distant fragment and those memories - his memories, should have disappeared a long time ago. His mood darkened as he looked at that water and lingered on his disjointed existence.
In a flurry of aggression he pushed himself up, grabbing his shield from the floor and stalking as far away from the small river as he could. The movement had been too swift, and his recently-broken ribs stung in response. He clutched his stomach and growled, the ache was strong and persistent.
As he hissed in pain, something small and white caught his attention; a Moogle. Such creatures had their uses, if he remembered rightly. He approached it, watching as it fluttered above his head on tiny, impractical wings.
“Gee… Kupo… you look kind of worse for wear.” The blob said.
No shit the warrior thought with a scoff “I require healing.”
“You got KP? I can give you a healing potion if you do, Kupo!”
“KP…?” his hand shot out and he caught the small ball of fluff “I have no need of your useless currency. If you value your life, you shall give me what I desire.”
“K-Kupo! You… you’re one of Chaos’s cronies?!” the Moogle squirmed and flailed in his grasp.
“Ha. I belong to no one. I keep my own side.” His grip tightened “Now. Hurry up.”
With a feeble whimper the Moogle materialised an intricate bottle, filled with a vibrant blue-green liquid. The warrior took the bottle and tossed the ball of white away “You can float here and witness the end of the reign of the Gods and the dawn of a new world.” He took the potion and drank deeply, the healing effects were miraculous: Pain ebbed, fizzing away in a pleasant haze.
He turned away from the quivering white fluff ball, his gaze returned to the white spire in the distance.
The Moogle watched the dark warrior’s disappearing form until he was a speck on the horizon. “… I’ve got to find those guys, kupo! They might be able to help!” beating its little wings furiously, the Moogle fluttered off in search of the warriors he had recently served.
---
Snow flew up in to the air, twinkling in the daylight, the warrior threw himself over the cold blanket and dodged another vicious strike. The creature opposite him was a crystalline mockery of his former self. Its distorted voice harped on about the Light and its blade flashed with a vibrant luminosity.
“Bathe in the light!” it screamed, as a vast wave of luminous energy shot towards the warrior.
“Pathetic!” he growled, lunging over the snow and positioning himself at the creature’s side.
It hissed, turning towards him, sword raised. His blade was faster, and more direct, he struck the crystalline being at its core. Thick splinters of crystal burst from its chest causing it to emit a warped howl, presumably it felt agony.
“You’re finished.” He whispered in to what looked like a gemstone ear “Now die like the rest of the useless trash.”
“F-Forgive me comrades…” it uttered, faceted eyes wide, as cracks formed over the surface of its skin.
A final brutal slash ripped the creature's chest clean from its abdomen, the two chunks hit the snow with a muted thud. He watched with a grin as the body turned from crystal to blackened smog, before dissipating completely.
“What a waste of my time.” He muttered, sheathing his blade. The Manikin’s had been warped by the recent fall of Chaos. They grew more feral, if such a thing were possible, and attacked in furious rages. Their lack of composure failed to amuse the warrior, he preferred to watch as realisation of their hopeless position dawned over his opponent’s face, followed by fear and desperation.
He looked around to regain his bearings after the fight, as he observed the horizon he noticed something in the distance. Human shapes, at first he assumed them to be mere Manikins but something about the way they grouped together told him otherwise. The grin returned to his lips, he might gain the fear and desperation he craved. The warrior strode forward snow crunching under foot, towards his new prey….
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End
More to come…?
Dissidia: Dystopia
0XX: Acerbus-Phase - ACT 2
______________________________________
Notes:
Acerbus means; bitter, gloomy, dark (I’m using the “Dark” translation,
therefore “Dissidia: Dystopia” - “0XX: Dark-Phase”
(I’m in no way a Latin buff, got this from the internets…)
______________________________________
The Northern Continent was awash with a brilliant vermillion lustre. The bloody colour pleased him and reminded him of the recent victory over Chaos. As he walked across the parched earth, he reflected on the approaching battle.
Cosmos was the Goddess of Harmony, and if he remembered rightly she shied away from conflict like a frightened doe. Instead, he was certain that he would face her warriors - his former comrades. A toothy grin graced his lips and he murmured “This should be interesting…”
A renewed sense of anticipation burned inside of him, his hazy memories told him that the Warriors of Cosmos were a determined bunch and whilst they lacked a certain tenacity that his current, mostly fallen, comrades had; they made up for it with a fierce fighting spirit.
Such spirits were born to be crushed.
---
His travels drew him ever closer to the towering white spire that stood proud against the brooding sky; once he had gazed at that tower with pride and swore to uphold the virtues it stood for. Peace, harmony, order. That dedication felt distant to him now and the person who swore his blade to the Light, even more so. The blade sheathed to his hip was as black as tar and stained with the blood of the unwitting, the weak and the foolish. No longer did his blade gleam with lustrous Light, instead it radiated an aura of carnage.
The Southern Continent smelt cleaner, the scent of hellfire and rot no longer invaded his nostrils; replaced, instead, by flowers and earth. The water was clear as crystal, but easily tainted as he dipped a blood-stained, gauntleted hand in to it. The smells and tastes were nostalgic, he could remember stopping at a similar pool as one of the Light and dunking his head in to the crystalline liquid - that intense refreshing sensation lingered.
A memory persisted in his mind;
~~~
“Hey! Takin’ a break?” the cheerful gunner, Laguna, was waving as he approached.
“I was.” The warrior replied, wiping his damp silvery bangs from his face.
“Feels good doesn’t it?” Laguna said “I can’t think of anythin’ better on a hot day than a good ol’ dunk in some cool water!”
“It is certain refreshing.” The warrior agreed.
“Here. I bet it’s hot in that armour huh! I find this stuff helps to cool me down.” He was holding a strange cylindrical object out towards the warrior.
“What.. is this curious device?”
“Device? It’s a can of soda. I keep ‘em chilled using Squall’s ice magic. Though sometimes I think that kid’s glare might just be enough to keep them nicely frosty!” Laguna laughed, some sort of personal quip at Squall.
“…Soda?” It was an alien term.
“Yeah! Here! You pop the ring pull like so-” he tugged at the top of the object, a loud crack following by a fizzzzz.
The warrior instinctively reached for his sword “What was that?!”
“Hey! It’s just the soda crackin’ open! We’re not under attack!” the gunner held the can out “Here! Bottoms up!”
“…. I…” the warrior stared at the object, but was soon holding it as Laguna forced it in to his palm.
“C’mon, take a swig! It’s good I promise!”
“A-Alright.” He lifted it and sipped, a bizarre wet, bubbling sensation filled his mouth along with cooling, sweetness. This was soda? It was good. “..Mmm…”
“Good huh?”
“Yes… my thanks for sharing it with me. It must be in limited supply.” The warrior suddenly felt guilty; this must be a product from Laguna’s home world, he wouldn’t have much of it.
“Heck! I came here with a duffle bag full of soda! It’s my favourite for a long journey. Cool bevy and good friends, I’ve got both so I’m happy.” The gunner grinned “And you’re welcome, it’s good to share with friends right?”
“Yes comrade, it is.” The warrior offered him a small, but evident smile.
~~~
He sneered at himself, looking down at his war torn gauntlets; that person was a distant fragment and those memories - his memories, should have disappeared a long time ago. His mood darkened as he looked at that water and lingered on his disjointed existence.
In a flurry of aggression he pushed himself up, grabbing his shield from the floor and stalking as far away from the small river as he could. The movement had been too swift, and his recently-broken ribs stung in response. He clutched his stomach and growled, the ache was strong and persistent.
As he hissed in pain, something small and white caught his attention; a Moogle. Such creatures had their uses, if he remembered rightly. He approached it, watching as it fluttered above his head on tiny, impractical wings.
“Gee… Kupo… you look kind of worse for wear.” The blob said.
No shit the warrior thought with a scoff “I require healing.”
“You got KP? I can give you a healing potion if you do, Kupo!”
“KP…?” his hand shot out and he caught the small ball of fluff “I have no need of your useless currency. If you value your life, you shall give me what I desire.”
“K-Kupo! You… you’re one of Chaos’s cronies?!” the Moogle squirmed and flailed in his grasp.
“Ha. I belong to no one. I keep my own side.” His grip tightened “Now. Hurry up.”
With a feeble whimper the Moogle materialised an intricate bottle, filled with a vibrant blue-green liquid. The warrior took the bottle and tossed the ball of white away “You can float here and witness the end of the reign of the Gods and the dawn of a new world.” He took the potion and drank deeply, the healing effects were miraculous: Pain ebbed, fizzing away in a pleasant haze.
He turned away from the quivering white fluff ball, his gaze returned to the white spire in the distance.
The Moogle watched the dark warrior’s disappearing form until he was a speck on the horizon. “… I’ve got to find those guys, kupo! They might be able to help!” beating its little wings furiously, the Moogle fluttered off in search of the warriors he had recently served.
---
Snow flew up in to the air, twinkling in the daylight, the warrior threw himself over the cold blanket and dodged another vicious strike. The creature opposite him was a crystalline mockery of his former self. Its distorted voice harped on about the Light and its blade flashed with a vibrant luminosity.
“Bathe in the light!” it screamed, as a vast wave of luminous energy shot towards the warrior.
“Pathetic!” he growled, lunging over the snow and positioning himself at the creature’s side.
It hissed, turning towards him, sword raised. His blade was faster, and more direct, he struck the crystalline being at its core. Thick splinters of crystal burst from its chest causing it to emit a warped howl, presumably it felt agony.
“You’re finished.” He whispered in to what looked like a gemstone ear “Now die like the rest of the useless trash.”
“F-Forgive me comrades…” it uttered, faceted eyes wide, as cracks formed over the surface of its skin.
A final brutal slash ripped the creature's chest clean from its abdomen, the two chunks hit the snow with a muted thud. He watched with a grin as the body turned from crystal to blackened smog, before dissipating completely.
“What a waste of my time.” He muttered, sheathing his blade. The Manikin’s had been warped by the recent fall of Chaos. They grew more feral, if such a thing were possible, and attacked in furious rages. Their lack of composure failed to amuse the warrior, he preferred to watch as realisation of their hopeless position dawned over his opponent’s face, followed by fear and desperation.
He looked around to regain his bearings after the fight, as he observed the horizon he noticed something in the distance. Human shapes, at first he assumed them to be mere Manikins but something about the way they grouped together told him otherwise. The grin returned to his lips, he might gain the fear and desperation he craved. The warrior strode forward snow crunching under foot, towards his new prey….
---
End
More to come…?