"Runic. Right." Celes said absently, adjusting her lucky Offering, which was soon to be Shadow's when she died, and her lucky Ribbon, double-knotted, which she hoped to be buried in. Like most Imperial soldiers did before venturing forth into impossible situations, she was loaded down with talismen, most of which were hidden underneath her armor. Perhaps one of them would save her, in spite of her ominous dream.
Eiko trembled. She felt a throbbing sensation in her horn, knowing full well she was about to Trance. Would she be able to keep from killing everybody in the party? She already hit Relm with Holy once...
Relm stayed close to Eiko, reaching out and squeezing her hand as she offered a small smile. "It's okay, sis. We're all here with ya." She had her sketchbook and brush out, potions and other various items she'd thought to bring with from Thamasa.
Though she tried to put on a brave front, feeling the wind begin to pick up caused a shiver to run down her spine. If the storm struck directly here and they didn't seek shelter....but she had faith in Strago. Watching as the old man paced away from the rest and sat down, she wondered if this was really going to work...
Celes wasn't about to touch Eiko or Strago after what happened to her at Thamasa, but she did smile reassuringly at both of the girls. "Don't worry!" She said, feigning absolute confidence in herself. "I won't let anything happen to you, okay?"
Eiko glanced in Relm's direction before focusing her energy into the touch. Perhaps through this, she'd stay under control! She grasped Relm's hand so hard that her little knuckles turned white.
Normally more astute, Relm found Celes's feigned confidence reassuring. No matter what, at least she had friends here. "Okay, Celes. I'm glad you're with us..." She squeezed Eiko's hand, frowning in concern at her sister's nerves. She wanted to ask if Eiko could sense what Grandpa wanted her to find, but didn't dare ask and break her concentration...if Eiko had even started yet.
Deep within the storm, someone flared to consciousness for a brief moment, sensing the small girl who was connected to her by their shared mystical bond....
And isolated from the rest, Strago stayed where he was, seated without any obvious trappings of ritual, though this wasn't the sort that required any. Ignoring the increasing speed of the sharply cold wind, the old man focused on the horizon and chanted softly under his breath, eyes bright as he sensed the pull of the storm...
Eiko's eyes widened as her horn began to grow and her whole body began taking on an otherworldly glow. However, her grip on her sister's hand did not slacken. "You are..." Eiko said hypnotically.
"Runic!" Celes hollered, swinging her sword above her head. "Relm, let go of her and run, run away from her; she's morphing!"
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Relm winced, not liking the sound of that. She didn't want to be smacked with another Holy, but... "But Grandpa said to protect her!" She let go of Eiko, but wasn't about to stray far from her sister. Not unless Eiko seemed about to drop Holy on them or something. Wincing as the howl of the chill winds increased, she stood firm, hoping she'd be able to get off a few spells if need be before the storm sucked them up.
Strago remained calm despite the deepening reddish sky that signalled the approaching storm. Celes would have a chance to use that Runic ability of hers, though if she afforded him more time then Eiko would soon stand a better chance of controlling herself...
Eiko could restrain herself no longer. Engulfed by a blinding white light, her hair transformed to a rich gold and her eyes flashed red. Like a beautiful demon, possessed beyond reason, she glared at nobody in particular.
Celes, occupied with the horde of Were-Rats, paused to cast Runic once more.
Eiko trembled. She felt a throbbing sensation in her horn, knowing full well she was about to Trance. Would she be able to keep from killing everybody in the party? She already hit Relm with Holy once...
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Though she tried to put on a brave front, feeling the wind begin to pick up caused a shiver to run down her spine. If the storm struck directly here and they didn't seek shelter....but she had faith in Strago. Watching as the old man paced away from the rest and sat down, she wondered if this was really going to work...
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Eiko glanced in Relm's direction before focusing her energy into the touch. Perhaps through this, she'd stay under control! She grasped Relm's hand so hard that her little knuckles turned white.
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Deep within the storm, someone flared to consciousness for a brief moment, sensing the small girl who was connected to her by their shared mystical bond....
And isolated from the rest, Strago stayed where he was, seated without any obvious trappings of ritual, though this wasn't the sort that required any. Ignoring the increasing speed of the sharply cold wind, the old man focused on the horizon and chanted softly under his breath, eyes bright as he sensed the pull of the storm...
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"Runic!" Celes hollered, swinging her sword above her head. "Relm, let go of her and run, run away from her; she's morphing!"
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Strago remained calm despite the deepening reddish sky that signalled the approaching storm. Celes would have a chance to use that Runic ability of hers, though if she afforded him more time then Eiko would soon stand a better chance of controlling herself...
Eiko could restrain herself no longer. Engulfed by a blinding white light, her hair transformed to a rich gold and her eyes flashed red. Like a beautiful demon, possessed beyond reason, she glared at nobody in particular.
Celes, occupied with the horde of Were-Rats, paused to cast Runic once more.
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