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shiva_dancing_backup2009-11-01 05:03 pm
The New World!
What and Where: Serge and Glenn get a rude welcome outside the city of Edge
Rating: T
When: A week before the Halloween event
(OOC: Finally done. I promise to avoid delays and plan ahead in the future.)
Beaches, truly a wonderful sight to behold during the summer, or whenever the sun decided to rise. Serge could remember all the times he had spent in places such as these, be it alone to reflect on life, or hanging out with good friends, though out of all of them, he had only spent time with Leena and Kid. Normally he would spend hours admiring the view, simply staring out to sea, not a care in the world.
However, now was not a time for cheer.
As he got up after tumbling through the wormhole from his own world, shaking his head to rid the sand that found its way through his ears and hair, he looked around, immediately knowing that he was certainly not on Opassa Beach. “Where are am I?”
“Clearly not home, that’s for sure.”
Serge turned his head at the sound of his friend, Glenn. “I see your alright.”
Glenn closed his eyes, moving his neck to get rid of the crinks. “Not quite. I never knew the jumping method of wormholes was that painful.”
“It usually never is, until now.” he explained, still scanning the area in shock. “Even Lizard Rock is gone…” He smirked. “Hey! Maybe we won’t have to worry about getting killed by monsters!”
Glenn sighed; so much for training and getting a good work out. “Whatever. Just make sure we can return whenever we wish. I don’t like the idea of spending the rest of my life away from the others in an unknown world.”
Serge nodded, not particularly liking the idea. He also needed to make sure he could contact his companions on the other side, in the event that he and Glenn needed help finding Kid, and friends such as Grobyc and Orlha would really come in handy. He didn’t want to worry his mother either, especially after his last adventure dealing with Lynx. Knowing her, she was probably having a heart attack by now.
He took out the Astral Amulet, the very one Kid had given to him for good luck. With it, so long as he was near the wormhole, he was able to travel freely between the two worlds. But that was over a year ago, when the worlds were separate, so he had no idea what to really expect. Nevertheless, he held it out, closing his eyes, waiting for him to be swallowed by the mystical energy.
Several seconds flew by, with Glenn getting more annoyed and impatient by the second. Just when he couldn’t take the wait, he snapped Serge out of it. “Don’t you feel anything at all?” When Serge shook his head, he turned pale at the thoughts going on through his head. Now he regretted helping Serge find Kid. “Please tell me this isn’t the part where you say we can’t return and we are trapped in this dimension!”
“No…umm…” Serge scratched the back of his head. “Well, you and I can’t return and we are trapped in this WORLD!” He grinned. “See, we aren’t trapped in a dimension.”
Glenn gave him a blank stare, blinking several times, amazed at his leader’s stupidity and making light of this situation. “I am going to start beating you now. I don’t know when I’ll stop.”
“Easy Glenn!” Serge’s smile faded, replaced by a more serious look. “We aren’t completely screwed, so all we gotta do is think rationally.”
Glenn growled, hating Serge for being right. “Very well. At least this can’t get any—“ Glenn stopped, recalling the last time he said it during their trip to Mt. Pyre…and the giant fire-breathing salamander. Oh he couldn’t forget about that! “On second thought, how about we just leave and search for Kid. With any luck, she and what’s her face—“
“Schala,” corrected Serge.
Glenn waved him off. “Yeah, Schala whatever, and we can leave this world. If we waste our time here, who knows what’s going to happen in our world. We already have enough troubles with Porre.”
Serge silently agreed, and the two set out, leaving the beach behind them. They didn’t know where exactly they were heading, blind to the world before them, so they merely went north, coming across a desolate wasteland. Despair plagued the two for quite some time. At least that was until they spotted a city of in the distant.
Serge felt uneasy about however, as the large structures reminded him of his trip to the Dead Sea and Chronopolis. He could only hope that this time there were no ghosts or mechanized foes to stand in his way; the Combots in Chronopolis were bad enough. Looking to his side, Glenn remained calm, apparently recovering from his panic attack on the beach.
“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t think this would happen.”
The Dragoon shrugged. “Forget about it. I was acting crazy myself back there. Besides, we both know how much you wish to see you know who!” He lightly punched him in the arm, smirking. “Knowing you, I’d be dragged all over every world known to the gods themselves until we managed to find her.”
Serge rubbed his arm, smirking as well. “Heh, you know you don’t have to follow me and play chaperone all the time!”
Glenn laughed. “And miss out on all adventures? Please! Whenever I’m with you and Kid, that’s usually the most fun I can get!”
Serge joined in the laughter as well. The joy was about to be cut shortly though.
Both warriors stopped, noticing the change in the air. Small mists of darkness spread all around them, blocking any chance they had to escape. From the small clouds of darkness, several beings emerged, their bodies resembling wolves, though rather than a mane, a large, long tentactle hung from its head, whipping itself onto the ground several times. Snarling like vicious dogs, they slowly closed in on their prey, the tentacles flowing behind them.
Serge summoned his two-sided blade weapon, the Mastermune into his hands. Glenn followed his actions, drawing his signature twin swords, the Einlanzers, from their sheathes, preparing to strike. They set their backs against one another, not allowing an opening to their enemies.
“How about a summoning, Serge?” asked Glenn. “Saints would really come in handy right about now.”
Serge’s face fell at that, and he grew nervous once more. “Um…about that….”
Glenn glared at his leader. “You forgot it in the other world, didn’t you?” When Serge nodded, he sighed. “Great! And I forgot Genie as well! What now?”
As the Hell Hounds came closer, all Serge could do was smile and say, “Well, patience brings luck!”
If only Serge wasn’t his ally, Glenn would have merely tossed him to the dogs, literally!
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The past two months had been rough, especially while getting used to having another mind inside of her, specifically Schala herself. So far, all she merely did was take jobs and earn her pay, all the while retaining her basic thieving habits, such as stealing treasures and such.
But for now, all she was interested was on how to find a way home. As entertaining this world was, she promised to search every world for Serge, and it didn't take Schala's input on the situation to realize that her beloved could not be found within his world.
"Hell Hounds," she sighed heavily, "It just had to be Hell Hounds. Lousy 2 gil wasted on the damn information!" Just as she was about to leave, she heard a scream of pain, one all too familiar to her. Curious, she grabbed a pair of binoculars, focusing the lenses to see who would be dumb enough to be fighting demons in the middle of the wastelands.
Her eyes widened upon seeing her beloved Serge, alongside Glenn, fighting against the beasts alongside Glenn. Blood trailed down his arm, while Glenn was struggling with his own band of beasts, barely holding them back.
'Are we going to save them?' asked Schala from the depths of her mind.
She took out a small orb, fire swirling around it as she called upon its mystic powers, grinning ear-to-ear as the fire enveloped her hand. "They always saved me arse. Time to see how they like being the damsels in distress!"
She threw the fire orb into the air, watching as it shined over her. "Ifrit! Come out and play!"
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The demons landed on their paws and resumed their assault. This time, taking no chances, a yellow aura appeared around Serge, calling upon the power of his elements. "UPHEAVAL!"
He smacked his hand against the ground, several spikes and columns erupting from the ground, impaling the beasts through the chests. The creatures screamed and simply faded away, not even leaving any blood upon their death. Serge knew it wasn't over, especially as he saw more of the creatures heading towards him and Glenn.
"I could use some help here!" he shouted.
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He turned his attention back towards his enemies, only to see them speeding towards him. As much as he needed to strike back, he suddenly spotted something else heading towards him at a rapid speed, a fiery glow engulfing its large form. Sadly he couldn't get too much of a good look of it from this location.
With that distraction, the Hell Hounds were on him in an instant, their teeth gripped onto his arms, trying to tear him away from his precious blades.
"GET OFF!"
He swung his swords, causing the beasts to fall back and away from him. Huffing and puffing, his body suddenly losing all of its energy, he fell onto one knee. Normally he'd never get exhausted, unless...!
That was it! Trips through the wormholes always tended to put such a strain on his and Serge's body, so it was only natural that they were both already fatigued. But that knowledge was useless at this rate, and with the unknown creature heading towards them, they were basically screwed. And with the accumulation of the beasts numbers, which had increased nearly triple the size as it was before, even Lunamaire would be useless, especially because of the charge time.
As the beasts closed in on their prey, he closed his eyes, awaiting his own death.
"I failed you, Lady Riddel, Lord Viper, and even you, brother."
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"OI! HOLD YER SEAHORSES!" she shouted, gaining the attention of the Hell Hounds.
Serge and Glenn picked their heads up at the voice, causing Kid's grin to grow even bigger, if such a thing was possible. She always enjoyed seeing their shocked expressions, and today was no exception to the former Radical Dreamer.
"Alright!" The fire of Ifrit reached up to her own body. "Ifrit! It's time to scorch their arses!"
The large horned creature she rode roared and slammed his fists against the rocky surface, the earth ahead of him collapsing in a straight path. Glenn and Serge instinctively dove out the way and ran to the sides, avoiding the attack that was heading towards them. The demons too chased after them, only to fall in with the rest of their pack into the abyss below.
Ifrit roared once more into the air, almost howling, and dashed forward as Kid jumped off, leaving him to do what he does best. As the creature dashed, a trail of fire followed his wake, covering the entire gap he made across the wasteland. Fierce flames filled the stretch of broken land, erupting from the land and into the sky. The flames soon died, and the black mist spread outside, disappearing in a matter of seconds.
With one final beastial roar, the Ifrit vanished into a cloud of fire, returning to its rightful master, Kid.
Serge and Glenn stared wide-eyed at the owner of said beast, seeing Kid walking towards them, waving at them. "Told ya I'd find ya, mate."