Dream oo2. Baction
!-- Backdated to before the Murder Mystery Event, because I fail like that
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Warning: Spoilers for Tales of Vesperia - Baction + a little bit of Raven's Past
Darkness.
It reminds her of the libraries of Aspio. Soft blastia lanterns hanging in strategic locations, enough to allow the eyes to navigate through shelved corridors, but never enough to keep the darkness at bay.
There is the sound of a page turning. A footstep falling. A water droplet hitting the ground at a forty-five degree angle, shards of ice protruding at the site of impact when the water abruptly freezes, suspended in time like a flowers everlasting bloom.
It shatters when flames roar across the backdrop.
“Sorry, not gonna go easy just ‘cause you’re old.”
The voice is brash, confident. It’s reminiscent of a young man with flowing hair and a cockier grin. The sound of steel in the darkness, and suddenly, there’s conflict - sword against sword, spear against sword, a hammer dropping with a earth-rending clang, the sound of charged air and crackling magic, and whirling through the darkness, the howl of a dog. They fill the unnatural pause that follows the first word, and fill in the rest of the lapses as they come - as though one is witnessing a one-sided tale from a secular pair of eyes. A secular pair of eyes engulfed in conflict.
“--- , why? Why?!”
A name swallowed by the darkness. The plaintive call of a child. The hammer falls to the shaking of the earth.
“Uh… I-I-I hate you!”
The cry of a girl, echoing. They are underground. It’s easy to tell when the flames illuminate the ceiling and the four walls. An alter to the front, and the sounds of conflict all around. A cage of light envelops something in the darkness, and suddenly, there is lightning homing in on a flash of orange. Someone’s sword clatters to the ground.
“I’m so sorry we have no choice but to fight you now.”
Something like pity within in her voice, almost reminiscent of a damning smile and the sway of seductive hips. An awkward silence follows, filled only by the sound of spear against sword, as though awaiting a reply that never comes. Oh - but there certainly is a reply. The sound of sword against spear, a one-sided conversation with conflict.
“You should be like that all the time!”
A response to conflict. That purple hair again, flashing. Something is blue in the darkness, and it cuts. A scuffle, and a hammer comes whizzing, smashing through reason. There is the sound of growling, and a dagger in the night. It’s so dark.
The child screams.
“Dammit… I really liked you, ---… I couldn’t tell you before, but if my dad were--“
He cuts off abruptly by the sound of a soundless voice, far, far away. Something crashes against the wall, and the sound of a blade drawing echoes against the walls. Like an executioner’s blade.
“I can’t let this go! I won’t let you do this!”
The girl again. A scream. The cage of light whirls, and darkness erupts from a familiar gate, glyphs in the darkness. Yet the blade advances closer, and suddenly, the sound of conflict ceases its encroachment.
The damning smile is gone. A singular voice in the dark.
“You… do you intend to die here?”
A lull. Suddenly, footsteps in the darkness. A soldier’s cadence, short, clipped, efficient. It breaks into a run, echoing faster, louder. The flash of orange armor, the sight of a drawn sword, a shadowed face blending in with the backdrop, like a paper cut-out. The mouth moves, but there is only darkness.
A sharp intake of breath - it’s hers, and the ground shakes.
A rush of air. The blade flies at head-level.
A slab of granite claps to the ground.
Darkness.
[This is the battle at Baction as witnessed by a certain Rita Mordio. The dialog was directly taken from this script, but omitting the parts as spoken by the person the party was fighting, namely Schwann. The dialog order goes Yuri - Karol - Rita - Judith - Yuri - Karol - Rita - Judith, so anyone familiar with any of these characters (save for Karol, whom we don't have /sob), is free to recognize any of these voices.
Schwann will be unrecognizable save for anyone whom Raven has explicitly explained the situation to. And cast-mates, of course. To anyone else, he's just going to come off as that weirdo who smacked Rita's head off. :/b
... F-ffft, this is why I can't write prose. /o/]
... The ceiling is unfamiliar.
A hitch of breath in the darkness, and she pulls the covers over her head.
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Warning: Spoilers for Tales of Vesperia - Baction + a little bit of Raven's Past
Darkness.
It reminds her of the libraries of Aspio. Soft blastia lanterns hanging in strategic locations, enough to allow the eyes to navigate through shelved corridors, but never enough to keep the darkness at bay.
There is the sound of a page turning. A footstep falling. A water droplet hitting the ground at a forty-five degree angle, shards of ice protruding at the site of impact when the water abruptly freezes, suspended in time like a flowers everlasting bloom.
It shatters when flames roar across the backdrop.
“Sorry, not gonna go easy just ‘cause you’re old.”
The voice is brash, confident. It’s reminiscent of a young man with flowing hair and a cockier grin. The sound of steel in the darkness, and suddenly, there’s conflict - sword against sword, spear against sword, a hammer dropping with a earth-rending clang, the sound of charged air and crackling magic, and whirling through the darkness, the howl of a dog. They fill the unnatural pause that follows the first word, and fill in the rest of the lapses as they come - as though one is witnessing a one-sided tale from a secular pair of eyes. A secular pair of eyes engulfed in conflict.
“--- , why? Why?!”
A name swallowed by the darkness. The plaintive call of a child. The hammer falls to the shaking of the earth.
“Uh… I-I-I hate you!”
The cry of a girl, echoing. They are underground. It’s easy to tell when the flames illuminate the ceiling and the four walls. An alter to the front, and the sounds of conflict all around. A cage of light envelops something in the darkness, and suddenly, there is lightning homing in on a flash of orange. Someone’s sword clatters to the ground.
“I’m so sorry we have no choice but to fight you now.”
Something like pity within in her voice, almost reminiscent of a damning smile and the sway of seductive hips. An awkward silence follows, filled only by the sound of spear against sword, as though awaiting a reply that never comes. Oh - but there certainly is a reply. The sound of sword against spear, a one-sided conversation with conflict.
“You should be like that all the time!”
A response to conflict. That purple hair again, flashing. Something is blue in the darkness, and it cuts. A scuffle, and a hammer comes whizzing, smashing through reason. There is the sound of growling, and a dagger in the night. It’s so dark.
The child screams.
“Dammit… I really liked you, ---… I couldn’t tell you before, but if my dad were--“
He cuts off abruptly by the sound of a soundless voice, far, far away. Something crashes against the wall, and the sound of a blade drawing echoes against the walls. Like an executioner’s blade.
“I can’t let this go! I won’t let you do this!”
The girl again. A scream. The cage of light whirls, and darkness erupts from a familiar gate, glyphs in the darkness. Yet the blade advances closer, and suddenly, the sound of conflict ceases its encroachment.
The damning smile is gone. A singular voice in the dark.
“You… do you intend to die here?”
A lull. Suddenly, footsteps in the darkness. A soldier’s cadence, short, clipped, efficient. It breaks into a run, echoing faster, louder. The flash of orange armor, the sight of a drawn sword, a shadowed face blending in with the backdrop, like a paper cut-out. The mouth moves, but there is only darkness.
A sharp intake of breath - it’s hers, and the ground shakes.
A rush of air. The blade flies at head-level.
A slab of granite claps to the ground.
Darkness.
[This is the battle at Baction as witnessed by a certain Rita Mordio. The dialog was directly taken from this script, but omitting the parts as spoken by the person the party was fighting, namely Schwann. The dialog order goes Yuri - Karol - Rita - Judith - Yuri - Karol - Rita - Judith, so anyone familiar with any of these characters (save for Karol, whom we don't have /sob), is free to recognize any of these voices.
Schwann will be unrecognizable save for anyone whom Raven has explicitly explained the situation to. And cast-mates, of course. To anyone else, he's just going to come off as that weirdo who smacked Rita's head off. :/b
... F-ffft, this is why I can't write prose. /o/]
... The ceiling is unfamiliar.
A hitch of breath in the darkness, and she pulls the covers over her head.