Control yourself, take only what you need from it... [CLOSED]
WHO: Seymour {unsent_maester}, Lulu {blackmagiccynic}, Yuna {letmesendyou}
WHAT: Treating the fallen black mage
WHERE: City Park, the Residential District
WHEN: Day 226
Yuna was growing accustomed to the overwhelming absence in her life. She took found solace in dear Lulu's company, in her quiet, watchful gaze, in a long-nailed hand toying with the ends of the prayer beads in her hair, or stirring her tea. To visits from a bright, glowing Rikku, eyes twinkling from love, to even the dark Maester's calming austere.
The rain had stopped for a time; a walk outside was in order, they decided. Yuna even brought her parasol instead of her staff. The summoner twirled the handle in her fingers daintily, smiling at the filtered sunlight formed by delicate lace weaving. Even Lulu's elusive smile had stolen onto her lips for a bare moment.
There was a vague scream, and in a moment, the sunny day had become a nightmare. Whips of tentacle-like vines snapping at any body within its reach, screams of pain as sharp spines buried into flesh, only to quiet as poison claimed them. Everything happened in a whirl; Yuna's helpless spells, finally resorting to a heavy tree branch as a weapon. Just as it seized her feeble defense, a fire blazed inside its chest and burnt it to smoldering embers from the inside outward.
But all at a cost; A crumpled form of black leathers and silks.
"Lulu?" Yuna rushed to her, tiny, relatively harmless barbs sunken into her skin, only enough to sting, "Lulu?"
Her hands cradled the woman's body, mind reeling as she cried out the syllables for Cura on instinct. Curaga- Cure, anything!
And finally her voice screamed the one name she never thought she'd cry for.
"Seymour!"
WHAT: Treating the fallen black mage
WHERE: City Park, the Residential District
WHEN: Day 226
Yuna was growing accustomed to the overwhelming absence in her life. She took found solace in dear Lulu's company, in her quiet, watchful gaze, in a long-nailed hand toying with the ends of the prayer beads in her hair, or stirring her tea. To visits from a bright, glowing Rikku, eyes twinkling from love, to even the dark Maester's calming austere.
The rain had stopped for a time; a walk outside was in order, they decided. Yuna even brought her parasol instead of her staff. The summoner twirled the handle in her fingers daintily, smiling at the filtered sunlight formed by delicate lace weaving. Even Lulu's elusive smile had stolen onto her lips for a bare moment.
There was a vague scream, and in a moment, the sunny day had become a nightmare. Whips of tentacle-like vines snapping at any body within its reach, screams of pain as sharp spines buried into flesh, only to quiet as poison claimed them. Everything happened in a whirl; Yuna's helpless spells, finally resorting to a heavy tree branch as a weapon. Just as it seized her feeble defense, a fire blazed inside its chest and burnt it to smoldering embers from the inside outward.
But all at a cost; A crumpled form of black leathers and silks.
"Lulu?" Yuna rushed to her, tiny, relatively harmless barbs sunken into her skin, only enough to sting, "Lulu?"
Her hands cradled the woman's body, mind reeling as she cried out the syllables for Cura on instinct. Curaga- Cure, anything!
And finally her voice screamed the one name she never thought she'd cry for.
"Seymour!"