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victory_road2022-05-04 11:24 pm
stardiving) wrote in victory_road2022-05-04 11:24 pm
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[How a fish got to a puddle in the middle of the road is unclear, but even Estinien can't ignore the plight of a creature pathetically flopping in a few ilms of muddy water--he'd not had a spare pokeball on hand so catching it was out of the question, but he could take it back to the beach and toss it back into the waves.
It's shortly after that he feels eyes on him--a familiar malice, a chill down his spine.
He spins on his heel and steps backwards at what he sees--a massive dragon with baleful red eyes, smoke and embers swirling from between its fangs.
Reflexively, he reaches for a lance that isn't there, as Nidhogg's ghost cranes its neck over him. "Pathetic creature. Thou ought to have perished alongside me."
Oddly, the words cause Estinien to relax slightly. It is the shade of the dragon that killed his family and whose presence overshadowed most of his life, but it's nothing but a ghost. A...very large, and very threatening ghost, but if this spirit had been capable of taking his body, it would have done so without announcing its presence.]
Maybe so, but I did not. Your siblings regard me well enough.
[The annoying part comes when he tries to go into a building to escape the looming presence. In a swirl of red and black smoke, the dragon shrinks down and reforms into--well, him, white hair hanging limp around a face marked red with angry streaks clawing up towards his eyes, two massive dragon eyes fused to the armor at his shoulder and arm that roll around independently of each other.
The ghost continues to hurl insults and threats, enough so that even Estinien is beginning to look unnerved--until another presence makes itself known.
The chill that precedes this one is bracing, like the wind coming down from Abalathia's Spine, and he catches sight of white hair in the corner of his vision before he sees her entire--Ysayle Dangoulain, the Lady Iceheart.
She smiles at him, but says nothing. Even so, her presence causes Nidhogg's to fade, and the wyrm does not follow them out of the Pokemon Center.
Even though she's silent--almost unnervingly so, for they'd done little more than but bicker in each other's presence when she was alive, she looks delighted by the variety of Pokemon they pass, and by her namesake as they both settle on the ground outside. Estinien is hesitantly filling the silence himself, quietly speaking of the end of the war and of Thavnair. She doesn't respond, but she does at least look like she's listening.]
[ooc: Estinien will be followed by Nidhogg into the early afternoon, both in Big Fucking Dragon form and in 'bodysnatched Estinien' form depending on if you encounter him inside or outside. Ysayle will be following him in the afternoon. Wildcards can be arranged!]
It's shortly after that he feels eyes on him--a familiar malice, a chill down his spine.
He spins on his heel and steps backwards at what he sees--a massive dragon with baleful red eyes, smoke and embers swirling from between its fangs.
Reflexively, he reaches for a lance that isn't there, as Nidhogg's ghost cranes its neck over him. "Pathetic creature. Thou ought to have perished alongside me."
Oddly, the words cause Estinien to relax slightly. It is the shade of the dragon that killed his family and whose presence overshadowed most of his life, but it's nothing but a ghost. A...very large, and very threatening ghost, but if this spirit had been capable of taking his body, it would have done so without announcing its presence.]
Maybe so, but I did not. Your siblings regard me well enough.
[The annoying part comes when he tries to go into a building to escape the looming presence. In a swirl of red and black smoke, the dragon shrinks down and reforms into--well, him, white hair hanging limp around a face marked red with angry streaks clawing up towards his eyes, two massive dragon eyes fused to the armor at his shoulder and arm that roll around independently of each other.
The ghost continues to hurl insults and threats, enough so that even Estinien is beginning to look unnerved--until another presence makes itself known.
The chill that precedes this one is bracing, like the wind coming down from Abalathia's Spine, and he catches sight of white hair in the corner of his vision before he sees her entire--Ysayle Dangoulain, the Lady Iceheart.
She smiles at him, but says nothing. Even so, her presence causes Nidhogg's to fade, and the wyrm does not follow them out of the Pokemon Center.
Even though she's silent--almost unnervingly so, for they'd done little more than but bicker in each other's presence when she was alive, she looks delighted by the variety of Pokemon they pass, and by her namesake as they both settle on the ground outside. Estinien is hesitantly filling the silence himself, quietly speaking of the end of the war and of Thavnair. She doesn't respond, but she does at least look like she's listening.]
[ooc: Estinien will be followed by Nidhogg into the early afternoon, both in Big Fucking Dragon form and in 'bodysnatched Estinien' form depending on if you encounter him inside or outside. Ysayle will be following him in the afternoon. Wildcards can be arranged!]
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[Like Estinien, Aymeric trails off. Not because he's spotted a familiar face, but because he can detect the abrupt shift in his companion's mood. His gaze flicks backward first, following the man's path. He anticipates... something, certainly. Mayhap the Dread Wyrm doing something unspeakable in an attempt to get a rise out of both of them. But when his gaze meets empty air, he's left to turn forward once more.
The family stands out, just as Thordan did. Unlike Estinien and himself, their features had not been altered, nor had they been supplied any clothes better suiting the environment or culture. People plucked from his home then, ghostly creatures sent to haunt...
Who? They certainly aren't familiar to Aymeric, and if they were meant to be abstract manifestations of his guilt, surely they would not look upon him so... kindly.
The pieces fall into place abruptly, and a chill shoots down Aymeric's spine when the realization finally dawns on him. He has not pried into Estinien's past in sometime, didn't need to when he had just enough details to not ask again.]
Estinien.
[Words don't come to him -- how could they when faced with a memory like this. Instead, his muscles move on instinct, taking hold of the man's hand. It's the closest thing to his own, after all, and perhaps it would ground him. Maybe it would do something to offset the fact that he was faced with the man's long-dead family.]
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It's truly them. Somehow. If they're specters pulled from his deepest memories or actual spirits, he doesn't know.
He jolts when Aymeric's hand curls around his, but he can't look away, fearing they'll disappear if he does, or worse, that the fire will burn them away again. He does grip, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to reassure himself and Aymeric both that he's actually here and not lost in his head.
(His parents--they looks scarcely older than he is, if at all, Fury.)]
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His family.
He knows not if he should say something in this moment -- can't say for certain if it would provide comfort or merely distract. He had spent some time thinking about what the man's parents had been like, or how much he resembled the brother he had lost. But now hardly feels like the time to say that much.
Eventually, he at least clears his throat.]
Would you... Shall we say hello?