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char: cecil harvey
Cross-Cannon Express with Cecil and Ignis!!
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2017-05-12 04:34 am (UTC)
The Devil's Road is perilous and it's easier than even the most seasoned traveler would want to admit for himself and anyone else to get lost in, for certain, but Cecil has taken the Road many times before and by the grace of all things good on the Blue Planet, has never managed to get herself turned around on any of these excursions. Imagine her surprise then, when she emerges from her journey through the dimensional gap to someplace she's very sure she's never been before.
The ghostly blue flames outlining the portal door dissipate and soon the rock they were carved in no longer holds any signs of anything ever having been there. Where she expected sand and ocean, there is only dirt and dust and thin, petrified things she thinks were once trees. Above, the night sky holds only one moon.
No, this is certainly not Mysidia. But worse yet, she's not even sure it's her world at all.
Unable to reopen a door to The Devil's Road now, Cecil has no choice but to travel on foot and see if she can find help. She isn't too surprised to encounter monsters, but she is surprised that the monsters seem more terrifying than the run-of-the-mill beasts she was expecting. Horrible demons and the undead just out wandering the planes is unnatural to her, and even the fire bombs don't look quite normal to her, with their sickly pale blue glow and menacing glares. For her, they don't serve much trouble, but it's enough to tell Cecil that something is terribly wrong with this land. Everything seems either corrupted by evil or dying, so when at last she finds what looks like a small compound out in the wilderness by these strangely paved roads that are apparently common here, she's a little relieved to be in some light, even if it's artificial.
The people at the gate of the compound don't trust her and she can't blame them. She's dressed quite differently from them and even on her world, she's a somewhat eerie sight to behold if someone doesn't know what they're looking at. Her snow white skin and platinum silver hair never fail to turn heads, but this is a little different. She can tell in their eyes, even if they don't outright say it: they think she's a threat to them.
Eventually, a blonde woman, wearing less clothes than even most mages at home wear, comes around and vouches for Cecil for reasons she doesn't quite understand. She calls herself Cindy and Cecil tells her she's indebted, though the woman insists she can pay her back by putting in a little work around the compound. They call it Hammerhead. Eventually, the crowd disperses some and though Cecil can still feel their eyes on her, she's content to let them watch her from afar while she watches the monsters prowling beyond the gates, trying to understand what this all means and she's going to find her way home.
She's so focused on her thoughts that the low rumbling of something that sounds
approaching the gates sends her into a little panic. She backpedals away from the metal fence fast— and right into some unsuspecting native. And that's right when the thing causing that rumbling comes speeding past the gate, outright roaring, and Cecil's too frightened to do anything but try to protect the poor man she bumped into from the steel beast as it comes screeching to a halt at the gate.
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2017-05-21 05:29 am (UTC)
Darkness. It's been about a year, by his count, since the sun stopped rising. Not that Ignis would see anything if it did; he'd been blinded in Altissia before the sun vanished and even in the few precious hours of daylight then he'd seen nothing. Not even a glimmer of light. At times he thought his personal darkness lightened from endless black to a muted charcoal, but he constantly dismissed that as an illusion of his mind.
The only source of time for him comes in the form of alarms pre-set on his phone (by the ever-helpful Prompto) and in the semi-regular visits of his former companions. Though the three of them are still friendly with one another, they no longer travel together. Prompto alternates between sticking around Hammerhead and daemon hunting while Gladiolus spends most of his time simply hunting daemons. As for Ignis, he stays in Hammerhead. He's started working with Takka to regain his culinary skills and he's begun chatting more often with the hunters and refugees that make their way through. When Gladio does come to Hammerhead, Ignis spends a few hours a day training with him. He may not go out to hunt, but he refuses to be useless in a fight. And he still has some hope that Noctis will return.
Today Ignis is alone. Prompto went with Gladio to Lestallum and Takka is off doing whatever he does when he's not working in the diner. Finishing his morning routine, Ignis ventures out of the caravan (he refused to call it home) to sounds of confusion, uncertainty,
, and he quickens his pace towards the source. It must be something indeed, for no one even notices his arrival and he finds that navigating a sea of bodies while blind is not an easy task when one is unnoticed in favor of whatever strange new thing that's caught everyone's attention.
Apparently it's a person, if Cindy's words are anything to go by. Using his ears to gauge where the blonde is, Ignis moves towards her intent on welcoming the newcomer and perhaps take the edge off of being met with such suspicion and hostility. Before he can get a word out, he hears the growl of an engine and quite suddenly finds himself knocked off-balance by someone who sounds a bit panicked (if their breathing is anything to go by). Staggering, he reaches gloved hands out both to steady himself and in an attempt to find some part of this person to hold onto. Fingers find a slim wrist and close gently around it. Their pulse is positively racing and Ignis feels a pang of worry. Did something follow the truck? Could that be what this stranger is reacting to strongly to? But if something was there, surely Cindy would have seen it. Unless she wandered off with the crowd...
Calling forth a dagger in his free hand, he pulls the petite frame of what he now suspects is a woman (if the slender wrist and long hair is any indication) closer to his chest. Her back to his front, he can feel the pounding of her heart. This stranger's fear, practically terror, does something to him and, despite not knowing what has her so frightened, he urges her to get behind him.
"Please, get behind me and tell me what you see. Did something follow the truck?" His voice is low, pitched as much to calm her nerves as it is to command. Old habits die hard, apparently.
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