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| (2012-11-26 - 2012-11-27) |
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| Auron | Until they find the rest of their crew, Traverse has been their 'base', so to speak. The inn has been nice about letting them stay there long-term -- they're probably not the only people that are ending up to be long-term residents due to world-breakage, after all -- as long as they pay their rent. Which is why Auron is out here now. Odd jobs don't pay much, and even mercenary work only pays so much. So he's out and about in Traverse, checking the boards, seeing if anyone needs a job done. Something about a missing sugar bowl? |
| Seith | A hero. A strange hero. But a hero. Seith is still weakened from last day's events, and is not likely to attempt to engage in the tradition of beating up the hero today. Instead, he's out for something far darker. Disguised by illussion, he approaches Auron as an old man; walking with a cane, tapping it against the ground, he slowly makes his way over to the man with the big sword. With a raspy voice, the old man speaks the moment he comes to stand besides the red coat samurai. "Good sir, have you seen Betty?" By the name he's using, it's probably the name of his wife. Or at least, by his voice, one were to assume this 'Betty' is of great importance to him. |
| Auron | If Auron notices anything off about the old man approaching him, he makes no mention of it. As the other man speaks, he turns slightly, enough to regard him out of his good eye, and pauses. 'Betty'? Auron shakes his head. "...I've not heard the name," he replies. But he's not willing to let it go there. "...What does she look like, and where can I contact you if I find her?" he inquires. Because there are new people in Traverse all the time. Who knows, she might be here but lost. The least he can do is keep his eyes open. |
| Seith | "Betty." The old man says, his fingers trembling a little against his cane. A small smile forms; "Gray hair, old, needs a cane to walk like me." He explains. "Please, can you help me find her? She left the house an hour ago, and she still isn't back. She was supposed to be back by now." He asks, looking up to Auron's form with hope in his eyes. It's obvious that 'contacting him later' isn't even on this 'old man's' mind. |
| Auron | Ah, so something a little more immediate than a displacing in world-breakage. Auron gives a nod, and turns more fully to the old man, to face him. He seems to understand the urgency of the situation. "...Do you know where she was going?" Good place to start would be the place she was supposed to be, and the area between their house and that place. There could be some clues to her whereabouts. |
| Seith | "Every day, she goes to the Bodhum trainstation... waiting for our son to come back." It's obvious by the tone of voice that their son however... is not coming back. "He left on that train one day along with some other PSICOM men. Before 'the change' happened. And has not come back since." The old man explains. He then motions a hand into the direction of Bodhum and begins moving there himself. "I would go there myself, but my knee is no longer what it used to be. Betty is a bit more fit than I am." And by his trembling legs, one would assume him to be right. |
| Auron | Auron turns his gaze in the direction of the train station and listens to the other man speak. He has no idea what a 'sai-kahm' is, but for this it doesn't seem to be that important. However, he will nod as the man motions to the place. "...I see." Looking back to the old man, he inquires evenly, "...Do you want help getting there? Or do you want to stay here while I go look for clues?" His tone seems to indicate he doesn't care which, that the decision is up to the other man. |
| Seith | The old man shakes his head. "Go on ahead please. I will catch up. My legs aren't what they used to be." He explains, and waits for Auron to start moving towards the Station. When Auron would move away and go out of reach, he'd remain there for a while longer, before moving through a portal of darkness and setting up the next step of his little play. There, at Bodhum station, people suddenly run out of the station, followed by a series of heartless. There's one particular old lady who is trying to get out of the way. But it's 'in the distance'. Auron ends up watching as a beautiful red heart is drawn from the old lady and floats into the air - and the heartless move to follow a few other people nearby - trying to get to them. |
| Auron | Auron nods to the old man's decision. "...I'll be back shortly." And then he walks towards the station, without another word. He's unaware of the disappearance of the old man. And soon enough something else catches his attention. A crowd of running people. Heartless. And an old woman, harassed by Heartless. ...And it looks like he's too late. But nonetheless, he unsheathes his sword and goes after the Heartless that he can get to. He'll be trying to work his way through them as quickly as possible, trying get to where he saw the old woman, though he knows it's too late for her. Nonetheless, he's going to try to save what -- and who -- he can. Tranquil fury? You bet. That old woman was just holding onto the hope that her son just /might/ still be alive. But if these are like the Heartless he's seen, he can't really blame them, either. It seems like it's just instinctive to attack people with hearts. So all he can do is try to kill the Heartless quickly. |
| Seith | The crowd of heartless is relatively small, as is to be expected with Traverse Town. They fall before Auron's blade, one by one; each exploding into a burst of yellow and green bubbles that bounce around comedically. It is obvious that when Auron appeared, the heartless stopped chasing the people and went for him instead - throwing themselves before the man with the greatest heart here. The heart of a warrior. And then... things are quiet again. The heartless are gone, and all that is left are some people at the edge, looking warily at the station. What follows next, is the slow tapping of a cane. The old man is still a bit of a way away, and is calling; "Betty?! Betty!?" It would appear that it is Auron's job goes from being a silently angered heartless slayer... to sharing a terrible message with this man. |
| Auron | That's good, that they came after him instead. It would give the people time to get out. In fact, as he realizes they're abandoning their chase of others to come after him, he'll lead them /away/ from where the people are running to. Then he should be able to eliminate these things without threat of others in the way. The comical nature of the bouncing green and yellow orbs is lost on Auron; he's concentrating on the task at hand. And he's not really in the mood to laugh, honestly. Once they're gone, he pauses, long enough to note if there are any more in the wings. And when he sees there aren't, he sheathes his sword again. And then... Auron hears the old man's voice, calling for 'Betty'. Who was probably the old woman that he'd seen, a victim of the Heartless. He was the only one who saw it happen, too. So he's the only one who can tell the other man about Betty's fate. Ugh. This is... not going to be easy. But it has to be done. Auron turns (possibly striding through the orbs, if they haven't disappeared), and walks to where the old man is. He shakes his head, closing his eye just briefly. "...I'm sorry. The Heartless...." He turns a gaze back into the station, just for a moment. "...She's gone." He knows what it's like to loose someone to something like this... but he also isn't foolish enough to think it's going to comfort the man. However, Auron is tensed, just in case. He has seen people who have lost loved ones to Sin react violently. And he also realizes that he's a convenient target for such hostilities.... |
| Seith | The man halts as Auron moves towards him, and looks up at that single visible eye. This man has 'been told' about the demise of his son by their lieutenant. He 'knows that look'. Or at least, this illussion is to express such a feeling. And it's a feeling Seith knows very well to show and manipulate. Recognition... and then... dispair. "No..." The old man groans before Auron even opens his mouth. Yet, Auron shares the message, and tears start running down the old man's cheeks already. "No... Betty!" He calls out, moving a hand against Auron's chest as he tries to get past him. It's pitiful, watching this old man with his cane try and run faster - wobbling until he finally sinks down besides the woman's still body... and starts sobbing for only a moment, before looking over towards Auron. "Why didn't you save her!?" He asks. "For all that big sword and those scars! Surely, you could have saved my dear Betty!" |
| Auron | Auron does not appear to be aware of this as an illusion. He will let the man go past him; he knows how the man is hurting. He'll give the man his time next to Betty -- his time to say goodbye. Time Auron never got to say his farewells to the people he cared about as they died. The old man is angry, understandably so. Auron knows that. But still. To the shout of he should have been able to save her, Auron replies, "...The Heartless already had her by the time I got in." Could Auron have saved her? Perhaps, if he'd have been faster, or had a long-range weapon. But that would do no good to confess now. The old man is hurting, and he wants someone to blame. Auron is a convenient target. Here once again he shakes his head. "...I'm no hero. Only a man. I did all I could. I'm sorry it wasn't enough," he offers evenly. And honestly. "...But the Heartless who did this will harm no one else." It's really the only comfort he can offer. His eye closes again, and his brows relax, drawing up into a pained expression, if somewhat subdued. And his voice is soft as he begins, barely above a whisper. "...I won't say I know how you're feeling. But I also lost those I cared about. All of them. To a lie. For ten years I did nothing." Here again, his brows draw into that firm, unyielding expression, and he trains his one-eyed gaze directly on the old man. "And then I was given the opportunity. An opportunity to /fight/ for them. To fight back against the lie that had taken their lives. I'm still fighting it. And I will fight it until either I avenge them, or until I have nothing left in me to fight." And then he shakes his head again, turning his gaze away. "Dismiss everything I've said, if you want. I know you're hurting, and much of this may not make sense now. But if you think about it, it might make sense later." |
| Seith | In a ways, Auron leaves Seith baffled. It's not often he deals with a man of his caliber, speaking such words. The words that he is only a man were about to anger him - only to be drawn away by the rest of it all. "Who are these people you hate so much?" The old man asks, tears in his eyes, staring up at Auron. He doesn't touch upon the subject of being sorry - or that the heartless had already given up. He kind of has this 'stoned' look in his eyes, like someone who is under shock. But more importantly, Seith right now wonders what makes this hero tick. |
| Auron | Auron's eyes close briefly, and that pained expression returns, as subdued as it was before. It's gone an instant later, but his shoulders are slumped slightly. He doesn't usually carry himself with that arrogant swagger one might expect of a young, bold hero. He carries himself with he slouch of a man who knows better than to pass himself off as the most powerful warrior in the world. It's very likely Auron sees the look as shock rather than anything else. It's the most logical, given the situation. "...Yu Yevon. Yunalesca. And everything they stand for." He chooses his words carefully -- most of the lower clergy of the Church don't even know the truth about Sin, ot the hopeless, useless cycle of death and destruction that Sin is at the heart of. He doesn't hate the ignorant for their lack of knowledge. Merely those who keep them in the dark, sending Summoner after Summoner to sacrifice themselves in vain -- one life after another, thrown on Sin's pyre of death to placate the soul of a man who had ceased to be human a thousand years ago. |
| Seith | The church of Yu Yevon. He'd heard of it of course, it was hard not to. Mentally, Seith grins to get this information, and will be sure to investigate into this. But for now - there is the act. The act of the old man who has lost his wife -- an act he wonders if it were influenced by his past experience. But why repeat a moment such as this? An act of powerlessness? Why does this man seem as unscathed as he is? Perhaps it is because there is already darkness within him? Of course, there's the words. The words of regret. But is that really the same? The old man just nods his head, and motions a hand before bowing over his fallen lover and looking at her. It would appear he wishes to be left alone. "I hope you will fight with all your heart and anger - to defeat this foe of yours." He offers. "For I don't have the power to avenge Betty. Please, will you avenge her for me?" Just a few heartless. The ones that had taken her. That was after all, not enough. |
| Auron | "...You don't have to fight to avenge her," Auron replies gently. "...I'm not the only one who wants to see the end of the Heartless. There are many who do. Support those who do. Help them how you can. For each warrior against the Heartless that lives, is another Heartless that perishes at that warrior's hands." However, he nods to the request. Even if he hadn't been arrogant enough to say so, he /does/ know something of the way the man feels -- at least... he would if this were anything but an illusion. But of course, Auron has no knowledge of this. Even if he does, it's been fairly harmless so far. There's no need to look beyond appearance for anything out of place. As the old man indicates he wishes to be left alone, Auron turns, to leave him be, to return to Traverse. However, he stops before he leaves the station completely. "...I'll do my best." To avenge Betty as he can, that is. There are many of those kinds of Heartless. He'll be sure to eliminate the next he meets with extreme prejudice.... |