[ They warned her of what she might see, but nothing can really prepare someone for that. For the silence or the Storm that follows, rolling through like a blight on the land and its people. Lyse is no stranger to war, and certainly knows her way around unnatural diasters, but this is the first time seeing something that would have otherwise been left for the Warrior of Light to contend with.
And she feels helpless as the pain of a world rushing to its end lances through her head. It's all she can do to suck in a defiant and ragged breath, nails digging into earth as she pushes herself up to stand. Never mind that none of this is real; she's managed to forget that important detail the moment this "memory" decided to bowl her over. The only thing that sticks is the need to run. Get up or she's dead.
And she can't die here. Not like this.
Maybe you're a straggler, or somehow managed to get knocked down by the unrelenting wave of people desperate to get away. Whatever the case, there's a strong hand gripping at your elbow, pulling you forward. ]
Keep moving!
[ You're moving one way or another, even if she has to physically drag you along with her. ]
( b: history lesson )
[ So. Dragons.
These guys don't have the best reputation where she's from. Some of them have managed to do some good PR work to work on that, but this one doesn't seem like the type who's concerned with his image. Lyse won't be the first one in her circle to say that she fought a dragon and survived, but after being heralded as this tribe's elite warriors, it's probably safe to say she's and whoever she's with are about to join those ranks.
But how is this red-clad "warrior" supposed to fight something like that without a weapon? It is a mystery. ]
I know they think we're heroes and all, but doesn't this seem a little dangerous sending only the two of us out here?
[ She should probably sound scared, right? Then why is she smiling, almost like she might enjoy this. Being cooped up in the station was making her antsy; at least here she could get the blood flowing. ...Although maybe she's been hanging around the Warrior of Light too much, to think that.
...
Nah.
But what's that, a sudden hard downdraft and the sound of something leathery catching in the wind? A shadow overhead? They won't have to wait long to find out, because dropping down from on high is their mark, scattering rocks and debris as it lands, shaking the ground beneath their feet. The dragon has arrived, and there's another sound mingling with the sound of sediments falling back to the earth:
Crack. Crack.
Punching one hand into the other, the blond pugilist smirks, settling into a lowered, guarded stance. ]
Well, I guess that makes this easier, doesn't it?
[ She is beauty, she is grace, she's gonna punch it in the face. ]
( c: innocence lost )
[ They told her about the Storm, showed her the effects, and still nothing makes it truly stick like seeing your loved ones suspended in a death-like sleep. She doesn't understand what powers are at work to make a place like this function, all of it is beyond her. But there is one thing that she does understand:
They survived. Somehow, all of them managed to make it through the Storm, and everything else that had been thrown at them. That should be enough for her, and it is... for the most part. But as Lyse walks through rows and rows of stasis pods, lingering only long enough to say a few quiet words. But it's not the ones who she expects to find that hit as hard.
It's the one she didn't expect that does. ]
But Papalymo, I... I don't understand.
[ And there she stands, at the end of a long row of nondescript stasis pods, frozen there, her face even paler in the harsh, sterile light. This can't be right, she saw him die; the mark he gave her was gone, so why, how... She doesn't dare touch it, for fear of realizing that all of this is just a dream.
Because why would he be here if it wasn't? ]
( x: wild card )
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lyse hext | final fantasy xiv
[ They warned her of what she might see, but nothing can really prepare someone for that. For the silence or the Storm that follows, rolling through like a blight on the land and its people. Lyse is no stranger to war, and certainly knows her way around unnatural diasters, but this is the first time seeing something that would have otherwise been left for the Warrior of Light to contend with.
And she feels helpless as the pain of a world rushing to its end lances through her head. It's all she can do to suck in a defiant and ragged breath, nails digging into earth as she pushes herself up to stand. Never mind that none of this is real; she's managed to forget that important detail the moment this "memory" decided to bowl her over. The only thing that sticks is the need to run. Get up or she's dead.
And she can't die here. Not like this.
Maybe you're a straggler, or somehow managed to get knocked down by the unrelenting wave of people desperate to get away. Whatever the case, there's a strong hand gripping at your elbow, pulling you forward. ]
Keep moving!
[ You're moving one way or another, even if she has to physically drag you along with her. ]
( b: history lesson )
[ So. Dragons.
These guys don't have the best reputation where she's from. Some of them have managed to do some good PR work to work on that, but this one doesn't seem like the type who's concerned with his image. Lyse won't be the first one in her circle to say that she fought a dragon and survived, but after being heralded as this tribe's elite warriors, it's probably safe to say she's and whoever she's with are about to join those ranks.
But how is this red-clad "warrior" supposed to fight something like that without a weapon? It is a mystery. ]
I know they think we're heroes and all, but doesn't this seem a little dangerous sending only the two of us out here?
[ She should probably sound scared, right? Then why is she smiling, almost like she might enjoy this. Being cooped up in the station was making her antsy; at least here she could get the blood flowing. ...Although maybe she's been hanging around the Warrior of Light too much, to think that.
...
Nah.
But what's that, a sudden hard downdraft and the sound of something leathery catching in the wind? A shadow overhead? They won't have to wait long to find out, because dropping down from on high is their mark, scattering rocks and debris as it lands, shaking the ground beneath their feet. The dragon has arrived, and there's another sound mingling with the sound of sediments falling back to the earth:
Crack. Crack.
Punching one hand into the other, the blond pugilist smirks, settling into a lowered, guarded stance. ]
Well, I guess that makes this easier, doesn't it?
[ She is beauty, she is grace, she's gonna punch it in the face. ]
( c: innocence lost )
[ They told her about the Storm, showed her the effects, and still nothing makes it truly stick like seeing your loved ones suspended in a death-like sleep. She doesn't understand what powers are at work to make a place like this function, all of it is beyond her. But there is one thing that she does understand:
They survived. Somehow, all of them managed to make it through the Storm, and everything else that had been thrown at them. That should be enough for her, and it is... for the most part. But as Lyse walks through rows and rows of stasis pods, lingering only long enough to say a few quiet words. But it's not the ones who she expects to find that hit as hard.
It's the one she didn't expect that does. ]
But Papalymo, I... I don't understand.
[ And there she stands, at the end of a long row of nondescript stasis pods, frozen there, her face even paler in the harsh, sterile light. This can't be right, she saw him die; the mark he gave her was gone, so why, how... She doesn't dare touch it, for fear of realizing that all of this is just a dream.
Because why would he be here if it wasn't? ]
( x: wild card )
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