oo1. [ACCIDENTAL VIDEO] ☾Arrival
[ The first thing Cecil had learned about space was that it was terribly cold. The second, that it was impossibly silent. Even the massive spaceship that his father had built didn't have the same feel to it that Cid's fleet did; the Red Wings were so obviously crafted by man, but the Lunar Whale held no evidence of having ever been fabricated by mortal hands. It was hard to grasp the fact that an alien vessel that made no noise, allowed no noise to penetrate its walls, and always chilled Cecil to his bones when he was onboard had been conceived within the mind of Kluya, the same man who had granted him the power to wield the Mythgraven Blade on Mt. Ordeals.
Despite the stars, planets, and sun that hung in the black velvety scope of atmosphere all around them, the vast, barren surface of the Red Moon was deceptively dark. When the party had descended into the depths of the Lunar Subterrane, the dimly lit tunnels and stairs eerily resonated no sounds at all - not a squeak of a cave bat or even an echo of a footfall. Hostile creatures made no noise until it was virtually almost always too late for Cecil and his friends to strike a preemptive attack. Even an ominous inscription on a moonstone plaque served as little warning for them to draw their weapons when the monstrosity that was the Lunasaur descended on the party.
The last thing the white knight remembered was the shockingly deafening roar of the skeletal beast as it raged at him, shattering the muteness of the moon's underground, the walls of the high-ceilinged cave seeming to shudder from the monster's cry reverberating off of them. The creature's frigid, toxic breath washing over his body, afflicting him with a myriad of ailments, still made his skin crawl. ]
[ His last memories before he regains consciousness are very different from what seems to be his current reality. Is that warmth sunshine? Is this softness grass under him? The air is sweet, crisp. He is cold, but in an entirely different way from how he was inside the Lunar Whale and on the Red Moon. He can feel wind whipping around him and when he opens his eyes, all he can see is light.
Wherever he is, it is certainly not the moon.
Slowly, he struggles to sit up and he squeezes his eyes shut, raising his hands to dig the heels of his palms against his closed eyelids. After some moments, he pulls them away and blinks rapidly. Still, he can't see anything more than some heavily blurred colors. This worries him a little and considering that he has no idea where he really is, his first instinct now is to reach for his sword. It's not at his waist, so he frantically paws around at the earth around him, searching for the weapon. His fingers touch smooth metal and he sighs with relief, his rigid form instantly relaxing. Of course, his blade won't do him much good if he can't see anything, but he curls his fingers anyway around...
...a tiny box?
That is definitely not Excalibur.
Cecil moves to stand up, thinking this is just too much oddness to deal with while sitting in what feels and smells like a patch of grass. As soon as he does though, he nearly topples back over and a sharp pang of sudden weariness runs through his body. Well, that explains the blindness: he is poisoned as well. The Lunasaur's last attack must have hit him harder than he'd thought - all the more reason to hurry and return to the others. That is, if he is not dead...
No. Recover first, then analyze calmly the situation. Right. The paladin focuses his energy and sets his hazy gaze on his hand in front of him. Thankfully, a small orb of pale violet light gathers there in his palm and he raises his arm to pour the warm glowing ball of healing magic onto his head. Immediately, his eyesight begins to return to him and the weakness he felt just an instant ago seems to melt right out of his body. He blinks again a few more times and now he can finally see where he is.
Unfortunately, he doesn't recognize his surroundings, although it seems to be some sort of town. He glances back down at the ground he rose up from and sees what must be the box he grabbed earlier. He picks it up and turns his attention to examining the strange little object. It looks to him like something the Lunarians would have created. But how does it work? The front of it appears to be water, but when he turns the box upside down, no water comes out. Perhaps the words floating over the water are the key? He taps at them, one at a time, but all that comes up on the window are a bunch of names he doesn't recognize and tiny pictures of random objects, ranging from a gear to a book. He sighs, frustrated, and he touches the word "VIDEO" on a whim and the window turns into a mirror, showing his own face clearly. Shocked, he furrows his brows and brings the box closer up to his face, watching his reflection stare back at him, puzzled. What in the name of the Spirit... ]
Despite the stars, planets, and sun that hung in the black velvety scope of atmosphere all around them, the vast, barren surface of the Red Moon was deceptively dark. When the party had descended into the depths of the Lunar Subterrane, the dimly lit tunnels and stairs eerily resonated no sounds at all - not a squeak of a cave bat or even an echo of a footfall. Hostile creatures made no noise until it was virtually almost always too late for Cecil and his friends to strike a preemptive attack. Even an ominous inscription on a moonstone plaque served as little warning for them to draw their weapons when the monstrosity that was the Lunasaur descended on the party.
The last thing the white knight remembered was the shockingly deafening roar of the skeletal beast as it raged at him, shattering the muteness of the moon's underground, the walls of the high-ceilinged cave seeming to shudder from the monster's cry reverberating off of them. The creature's frigid, toxic breath washing over his body, afflicting him with a myriad of ailments, still made his skin crawl. ]
[ His last memories before he regains consciousness are very different from what seems to be his current reality. Is that warmth sunshine? Is this softness grass under him? The air is sweet, crisp. He is cold, but in an entirely different way from how he was inside the Lunar Whale and on the Red Moon. He can feel wind whipping around him and when he opens his eyes, all he can see is light.
Wherever he is, it is certainly not the moon.
Slowly, he struggles to sit up and he squeezes his eyes shut, raising his hands to dig the heels of his palms against his closed eyelids. After some moments, he pulls them away and blinks rapidly. Still, he can't see anything more than some heavily blurred colors. This worries him a little and considering that he has no idea where he really is, his first instinct now is to reach for his sword. It's not at his waist, so he frantically paws around at the earth around him, searching for the weapon. His fingers touch smooth metal and he sighs with relief, his rigid form instantly relaxing. Of course, his blade won't do him much good if he can't see anything, but he curls his fingers anyway around...
...a tiny box?
That is definitely not Excalibur.
Cecil moves to stand up, thinking this is just too much oddness to deal with while sitting in what feels and smells like a patch of grass. As soon as he does though, he nearly topples back over and a sharp pang of sudden weariness runs through his body. Well, that explains the blindness: he is poisoned as well. The Lunasaur's last attack must have hit him harder than he'd thought - all the more reason to hurry and return to the others. That is, if he is not dead...
No. Recover first, then analyze calmly the situation. Right. The paladin focuses his energy and sets his hazy gaze on his hand in front of him. Thankfully, a small orb of pale violet light gathers there in his palm and he raises his arm to pour the warm glowing ball of healing magic onto his head. Immediately, his eyesight begins to return to him and the weakness he felt just an instant ago seems to melt right out of his body. He blinks again a few more times and now he can finally see where he is.
Unfortunately, he doesn't recognize his surroundings, although it seems to be some sort of town. He glances back down at the ground he rose up from and sees what must be the box he grabbed earlier. He picks it up and turns his attention to examining the strange little object. It looks to him like something the Lunarians would have created. But how does it work? The front of it appears to be water, but when he turns the box upside down, no water comes out. Perhaps the words floating over the water are the key? He taps at them, one at a time, but all that comes up on the window are a bunch of names he doesn't recognize and tiny pictures of random objects, ranging from a gear to a book. He sighs, frustrated, and he touches the word "VIDEO" on a whim and the window turns into a mirror, showing his own face clearly. Shocked, he furrows his brows and brings the box closer up to his face, watching his reflection stare back at him, puzzled. What in the name of the Spirit... ]