Event || Melodies Of Life

[melodiesmods]

Characters: All the Heroes of Light, their Moogles, their friends and whoever.
Where: Aqures Ixen.
When: August 03rd
Summary: The long-awaited meeting with Palitutu! This post will be updated as things evolve and will lead into the main event for the second Anniversary, Revelations. According to the predictions of a certain Heroes of Light, Ultima WEAPON shall be fought during the meeting, better be prepared. Trying to avoid the meeting is a bad idea, as Palitutu mentioned she will use that very WEAPON to destroy Aqures Ixen if the Heroes feel cowardly.
Warning: N/A

Mingle Thread
The Meeting
Ultima WEAPON
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Re: OTA

[bloodypast]

Vincent paused at the question, and shook his head. "None you could fulfill." He'd be foolish to believe that if this came to a fight, they would all make it out alive. Nor was he meaning to be cold, but Vincent was realistic.

"Stay alive and playing as long as you can."

[rialynn]

"Uh...well...I don't know if I can make any promises about that..." she replied with an awkward smile, tugging the end of her bandanna over her shoulder. "But I'll do my best, anyway."

She looked out at the other assembled Heroes. Most she didn't know too well, and she was still somewhat nervous about approaching any of them after being possessed and trying to murder some of them (and succeeding with one). At least Vincent didn't seem to be carrying a grudge as far as she could tell. He'd asked her to stay alive, so he couldn't be harboring too much ill will, right?

"Hey, um...you know the others better than I do. Are there any other Black Mages here? I've got a song that gives their abilities a boost, but if there aren't that many, I'll probably stick with more basic melodies."

[bloodypast]

Vincent doesn't know many of the others better than Rialynn, not really. "I don't think there are many, if there are. I'd stick with more basic melodies."

Vincent did not have a reason to hold a grudge, if it really was not Rialynn's fault. Everything he'd heard seemed to indicate it was mind-control. It had seemed like many people had been under it too, so any grudge would be reserved for the mastermind. They hadn't had much contact, but Rialynn herself had seemed simply to be a sweet and curious lady.

[rialynn]

She nodded, lips pursed, and shifted her weight. "Yeah...I think you're right."

Rialynn was quiet a moment longer, the soft whisper of falling rain and the quiet murmurs around them the only sound. Then she looked back up at Vincent again, because there was a question that was absolutely eating her up inside and had been for a while.

"So if Palitutu was the head researcher, then that means she was a boss, right? And this is a boss fight? Or does that term no longer apply because she ran off?"

Someone had clearly never played video games before.

[bloodypast]

Crimson eyes flickered to her with the question. "I am not sure what you mean, but if you are referring to the fact that it will be more challenging than normal monsters, you are correct." The video-games he was familiar with hadn't included boss fights in the usual sense.

[rialynn]

Rialynn nodded slowly, still uncertain, but it seemed like it would probably be a safe bet to go with that particular song. "All right. I'll try it. Let me know if you feel any stronger, so I know it's working."

It was getting harder and harder to keep from fidgeting. As glad as she was that Palitutu hadn't yet arrived, a small part of her kind of wanted her to do just that if only to get it over with.

"Hey...can I ask you for a favor? You can say no."

[bloodypast]

A favor? He's not entirely surprised at the question, given the boldness she'd displayed before in asking him about vampires. (Most notably, if he was one.) Vincent nodded, crimson eyes still watching her as he tilted his head to listen to the request.

[rialynn]

"Would you...keep an eye on him?" Rialynn looked in Ramza's direction, giving a faint nod to indicate just who she meant. "My jobs aren't really great for direct combat, or shielding my friends, and he doesn't have any jobs at all. But I owe him a lot, so..."

She was probably using too many words to explain a very simple concept. All the bard wanted was to make sure her friend made it through this fight safe and sound, and Vincent was better equipped at guarding people than she was.

[bloodypast]

Vincent was able to follow her gaze easily. He had not had much contact with Ramza aside from occasionally, but he was well aware of the other. Mostly because of Yuffie, and how close she was to him. The gunslinger himself got along well-enough with the knight on their few interactions.

Sliding his gaze back to Rialynn's, his voice held a hint of understanding. "I make you no promises. There are a few in this battle I am concerned with keeping an eye on." A blink of crimson eyes, but he nodded. "But I will watch him if I can."

[rialynn]

All the tension Rialynn didn't realize she was holding slid out with a shaky sigh of relief and a grateful smile. "Thank you," she said, relaxing her tight grip on her fiddle. "I totally understand things are going to get hectic and you can't watch him all the time. But I'll definitely feel better knowing someone's got his back."

And someday she'd develop the skills necessary to do this herself. She just had to be patient, and diligent in her training.

"If we all make it out of this alive, I'll owe you one. Any favor, just name it. Promise."

[bloodypast]

Vincent only hoped he could watch Ramza's back. There was at least one person present whom he'd wished had stayed in the city. Given their conversations he was more than aware she felt her guilt as heavy as he felt his.

"I promise nothing, Rialynn. You will not owe me anything." Vincent could not be everywhere; perceptive as he was he would still miss things in the jumble and clamor of battle.

[rialynn]

"Oh, uh..." Hm. She wasn't entirely sure what to say to that. She stole another glance at Ramza, then at Vincent. "Well, I'll owe you if you wind up helping him out, then. Or something like that." She shuffled her boots awkwardly. Whatever it took to make sure the best friend she had in Crystallis stayed alive and unharmed, she'd make it happen.

[bloodypast]

Vincent just met her gaze steadily, studying her. "You should choose whether you in-debt yourself to another carefully. Be sure of your decision, and sure you are willing to deal with the consequences."

It was easy for him to see what she was trying to do. What her intention was, and what she wanted. Did she realize all the implications and hazards that went with it?

[rialynn]

Rialynn pulled her head back, side-eyeing him with no small degree of puzzlement. He was taking this very seriously, far more than she expected. She didn't think all that much of swapping favors, as there was no harm in it. He wasn't a vampire, as he'd confirmed, and she didn't think he was one of the fae who were (rumored to be) inclined to completely twist favors to be binding contracts that inevitably screwed mortals over.

"Um. What, uh...what consequences are we talking about here?" Or was this a completely separate matter he was thinking about?

[bloodypast]

Vincent blinked at her.

In the end, it likely didn't matter. He took some obligations quite seriously, and that was perhaps something she didn't. Or didn't feel it was as big a deal. Ducking his head into his cowl slightly, he sighed slightly. "I have been told that I tend to take things too seriously."

In any case, don't worry about it Rialynn.

[rialynn]

She watched him duck his head slightly. Now she felt bad, she hadn't meant to embarrass him. Awkwardly she reached up to give his shoulder a light pat. "Don't worry about it. That's not a bad quality to have."

Part of her felt as if she should explain her request, but it did delve into some really personal issues. If he'd been there the day she'd been made to kill Zelda, he might have understood why she was so desperate to keep Ramza safe. She owed him, more than she could ever hope to repay.

[bloodypast]

Less that he was embarrassed, and more that he wanted her to be careful. Others would take things seriously, and Vincent himself did take obligations seriously himself. There was no explanation needed, and if anything he worried that she might be embarrassed now. Especially with the awkward pat at his shoulder and her words.