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Characters: Latila, Cecil, Kairi, Zack, Vivi, Vandre, Caliah, Riami, Moss, Karilei
[Latila:]
[Cecil:] Cecil shakes his head. "Well, this battle is avoided, for the moment. Which is probably for the best, as I have said." Then, he has to deal with some people.
"Yuna, she's gone. There is no further need to fear. That woman will have to be confronted someday, but that day is not today, clearly. It is safe to come down. Besides, I was protecting you anyway."
"Kairi? It's rather...dangerous for you to be out here. Have you been to the inn yet? I know he's looking for you still. But yes, I'm alright. I have healing to take care of what wounds I've suffered.
Then, there's Zack. "...Aerith is quite worried about you, you know. You will feel better about yourself, I think, when you return to her." And contrary to what Zack might think, there's not any jealousy in his voice over that fact. He simply speaks as one who is concerned about a friend.
As Zack calls out to Yuna, asking her this favour, Caliah manages, at least, to hear this from where he stood a ways away down the slope, one hand gripping his left arm as if he'd just begun to feel the lasting effects of his fall. Sighing to himself, he begins to ascend the hill, disregarding the fact it was slow and slippery going due to the rain, his hair plastered down over his face.
"I've seen that many made it out, but there are a number missing," he assents quietly once within hailing distance, turning to the young Summoner. "If Bahamut doesn't mind...I'd like to see if they're all right."
[Kairi:] Kairi shakes her head in response to Cecil's question. "I haven't. But right now, I've got to help others." And since it seems as though Cecil and Yuna are all right (most likely due to their own magical prowess), Kairi carefully maneuvers down the hill to aid those who are not fortunate enough to possess such an ability. And once she has reached solid--though wet and muddy--ground, her eyes catch sight of a familiar figure. She squints. Who is it?
[Yuna:] Yuna shudders a little visibly from Bahamut's head, not caring how immodest she looks with her bare legs hanging off of Bahamut's head. Her now wet formal dress clinging unto her as the sound of both Kairi's and Zack's voices snap her back into reality. Bahamut lowers his head towards Zack so the Yuna can slide off of his head and towards Zack. Yuna just in the meantime stood still, shivering quite visibly but notice Moss looking quite ill and silently casts 'Esuna' on him but then goes back to being quiet and shivering, still looking quite pale. Bahamut turns quickly and growls at Caliah but stops growling and nods his head as he lowers himself to the ground for Caliah to climb on and ride him to the Coliseum, leaving his summoner in the care of these others.
[Onofre:] Onofre sighs and decides to regroup with the others as well. he forces his body to move towards the slope and starts to climb it slowly, his free hand undoing the final strap on his shield. He holds the metal piece as he heads up and when he reaches the top he secures it to his back, still not speaking for the moment.
Not wasting any time, injury or no, the tall SOLDIER leaps lightly onto Bahamut's neck, settling into the place that Yuna had so recently vacated. From his manner it mightn't be thought this was the first time that Caliah had ridden an AEON; as it was, his tension seems to indicate that his thoughts lay only in one direction. That of the Arena. "You'll have to excuse me," he addresses the Aeon in the same soft, level tones, "for requesting this, but there might be people still trapped there."
[Moss:]
[Zack:] Zack spared a glance for Cecil-- and a grim smile-- but no more, for so far as he was concerned, his current duties were to follow Kairi to the person she wanted to heal, and keep an eye on her. He'd not stop protecting her just because she was technically safe now! He watched her cast cure on the slumped figure, blinking. He was actually...wow, really tired now, but he was good for bodyguard duty. "Ne, Kairi. That's pretty good." He smiled wearily. Curing magic is the best! "I didn't know you could do magic!"
[Latila:]
[Kairi:] Kairi's fine, save for a few scratches and bruises from her fall and the travel up the hill; not much compared to the injuries of some of the people around. And while it is a little painful for a girl who was used to her injuries being treated with neosporin, bandaids, and a mother's kisses, she'll cope the best she can until she's SURE that everyone's okay. Kairi notes Moss' curious expression. Was something wrong? It takes her a moment to figure out the meaning behind his expression, but when she does, it hits her like an epiphany. "I'm fine," she replies with a smile. Besides, there are people out there who have it MUCH worse than she does right now! And she's going to find them!
[Cecil:] Cecil meanwhile...the Paladin agrees with Kairi's sentiment. The difference, though, is that the Paladin has much magical energy to give, and he's tossing Curas, not Cures. He looks around the battlefield for anything still breathing, really, and tosses it a Cura spell if it's wounded. And, the Paladin, whose sword had served its purpose, now plays the roll of healer instead. This is a role Yuna knows him well for. But he denies healing to none that need it.
[Bahamut hops into the Arena with Cal on his back]
Colosseum - Arena
Contents:
Riami
Vivi
Davin
Vandre
Ansem
Karilei
Aialsted
Riku
Arena's Stands
Obvious exits:
[Caliah:] Darkness stretches over the Colisseum, indeed, but the silence that blankets the arena does not remain unbroken; an enormous winged shape blots out the stars and the night sky, menacing in its swiftness. But no Heartless it is, spiraling down into the Colisseum with gigantic wings stroking the air - rather, a draconic silhouette that might be familiar to many of the survivors still conscious - and aware - of its approach.
And so Bahamut lands, with a grace and lightness incongruous for a creature its size, clawed feet rasping on the arena floor amidst the rubble and debris of the attack, a deep bass growl rising from his throat. From his outstretched neck a figure leaps down, indistinct in the gloom but for a gleam of metal. "Is...anyone here?" the individual calls out, coughing as the clouds of dust that had arisen from the Aeon's landing begin to settle.
[Vandre:] Groaning, Vandre sits upright, brushing himself off as he squints his eyes and glances over at the winged dragon, hearing the sound of the individual, the voice familiar. "Ah...over here, three of us and maybe a few more scattered around," he responds, trying his best to speak loudly. He coughs, blood trickling down his mouth as he grimaces, blood caked over most of his clothes and bodies and hair matted with both sweat and the dried crimson liquid.
[Riami:] And then there was light.
[Vivi:]
[Karilei:] Karilei is unable to talk, laying a few feet away from Vivi--she's mostly unhurt, save for smome asty burns, and torn clothes. The tattooed runes on her arm are completely exposed, and her eye? Her left eye is normal, save for staring out into space, but the right continues to swirl with color, the white pupil the center of a shifting rainbow that is...Likely unsettling, to say the least. ...But at least the presence of magic that isn't just darkness is here--she can see that much, out of the eye, and that? Is good.
[Caliah:] Within the relatively narrow space that he occupied - narrow for an Aeon - Bahamut shifts, rumbling deep in his throat as the platinum-tressed SOLDIER turns away from him, attention drawn by Vandre's voice. "Please clear the rubble away from the exit so the people aren't trapped in here," Caliah imparts to the Aeon, already moving forward without waiting to see if the dragon had obeyed his instructions. Surprisingly enough, the massive creature does, stepping over the strewn debris and fallen alike with exaggerated care as he heads for the blocked exit, claws clearing away the rubble with a will.
"Tell anyone near the exit to move aside," the SOLDIER instructs one of the survivors who'd remained relatively uninjured, and looked well enough to carry the message ot the rest. For now his attention focuses on Vandre and his companions - "Eh. I thought you were alive."
[Vandre:] "Barely" manages Vandre, his voice wavering. "Too much mako, materia, fighting, adrenaline. Make sure I stay alive, eh?" he replies with a forced smile as he exhales. Eyes flutter close and he falls into a sleep, passing out from exhaustion.
[Riami:] Hastily the message is carried, though some appear a mix of hopeful and worried for the dragon's haste. There's little knowing what damage has been wrought and could result in further collapse if the wrong support is hit. Fortunately, all seems to so far hold.
[Caliah:] Kneeling by the unconscious SOLDIER's side, Caliah's fingers seek out his pulse, ascertaining its beat, and then the extent of his injuries as best he can manage. "Overextended yourself, or maybe it was a bit too much in here for you?" he addresses Vandre's prone form, a hint of acerbity to his speech. Quick, deft hands make short work of tying makeshift bandages from strips of cloth torn from his own shirt, his eyes calm and intent on his work. The dragoon's voice cuts in on the new arrival's efforts, however, and he raises a clear, untroubled gaze to the woman, the luminous, unmistakable glow that SOLDIERs' eyes possessed in that glance. "Hm? What is it?"
[Riami:] Aah, there. But it takes a few moments more to gather strength again and respond. Riami asks, her eyes flicking toward the industrious Aeon to convey her meaning, "Is he not the Bahamut the Summoner Yuna calls upon?" Having been given time to rest 'on her own' while the other two who had taken care of her needs went to help others, the dragoon is allowed some leeway in motion. No one is around to tell her 'not to sit up'. This is exactly why she does try to, with a series of controlled winces as she makes it to a better position.
[Caliah:] "I wouldn't know much of ah...summons. And yes, he is Yuna's," the pale-haired SOLDIER answers smoothly, tying the last bandage in place and giving it a slight pat. His regard, seemingly guileless and without a trace of emotion, meets Riami's as if wondering at what else she wished to know. Turning to glance over one shoulder at the Aeon still at work, he muses, as much to himself as to her, "I'm not certain whether it would've followed my instructions if Yuna hadn't already directed him. She didn't verbally, I know that much." Caliah gives Riami another minute study, pulling on the gloves he'd doffed in taking care of his companion's wounds. Around them there's a slight commotion - a cheer, raised by some of the others, as the exit is finally cleared of debris and rubble. "I can only attribute to his wish to obey his summoner's command. Or so I imagine."
[Riami:] Riami grows thoughtful as she too seeks out sight of the Aeon. The power is enough that there is already flecks of light - illumination from rescue teams on the outside of the blockage. Cheers are going up, freedom around the corner. Riami sighs softly. "Perhaps you are correct," she says to the man. No, there's no more. Except perhaps, "Thank you."
[Caliah:] The woman's voiced interest in the matter of the Aeon gives Caliah pause, if his attention seems to focus on the rescue teams' efforts every so often. Bahamut, having completed his half of the task set before them, gives a final rumble and spreads his wings, leaving the more delicate work to the crew working on the other side of the arena exit.
As the Aeon rises from the ground, making ready to depart, the SOLDIER's heard to comment briefly, "We were sitting ducks here." There's no bitterness to that remark, merely the brusqueness given to what seemed a mere statement of fact. "We're lucky to be alive."
And with that, he falls silent, awaiting the arrival of the teams outside, the sound of Bahamut's wings drowning out the voices of the survivors still within the Arena.
[scene outside while Bahamut and the others are within the Arena]
Onofre sighs and as he gets his breath he eyes the wounded, looking for those who need healign that he can ahndle without wearing him otu the rest of the way. Full plate is heavy in battle and standign up in ti is not easy but he still has cure and can use it, "I can cast cure as well...I will help where I am needed." He just hopes he can avoid Yuna yelling at him to rest again.
Yuna continues to stand there on the hillside shivering and shaoking wet from the rain as she absentmindly walks over to the nearest dead body and scoops it up against her, cradling the dead person to herself.. This was just as bad as Sin! How could she have let this happened? She was a Summoner from Spira! She lowers her head in shame and her shoulders begins to twich from unshed tears.
[Latila:]
Cecil does not spend time with the dead...rather, he spends his time fixing the living. The dead cannot be saved...at least, not with his white magic. But he can save any that still has breath in their body. But still, he decides he needs a birds eye view of the area. So he gives hismelf one. "Sight."
Immediately after casting that, he wishes he hadn't. With this bird's eye view of the world, the full extent of the devestation of the Heartless is made evident to the Paladin's eyes. The only good part is that it does let him pick out where to run first to save those that still breathe.
Yuna blinks as Latila walks up to her and makes her presense known, she looks up at the older woman with tears in her eyes as she lets go of the dead body and attempts to hug the older woman and started to cry. "Lady LAtila! It's horrible! This is just like when Sin was around! All this death! I.. I.. I.. I should have done something to prevent it!" She looks up into the older woman's eyes. "My duty would been to perform the Sending but since the Farplane is overrun with Heartless, could I chance performing the Sending again? If I don't perform the Sending then all these people will become fiends! What should I do, Lady Latila?"
Onofre passes near Yuna on his hunt for people to Cure, and over hears her. He takes a deep breather and looks to Yuna, "Yuna you must be strong and decide yourself. They deserve what is right, including a proper burial when we can get to it." Yeah his world never did sendings and they ahd monster problems.
[Latila:]
Yuna hugs tighter around the winged one and just cries. "But.. But If I perform the Sending.. Then all of these people will be at the mercy of the Heartless." She closes her eyes again. This was so much like what Sin will do. She then hides her unscarred cheek against the older woman as she continues to cry.
[Latila:]
Onofre nods to Yuna as he scans the area and speaks softly but loud enough she can hear, "Yuna, the dead need their rights but first focus on the living. We need them to survive..Help us with that?" Then he vanishes among the bodies, casting cure and resting a little when he can.
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Cal has a fractured humerus (upper arm) partially healed thanks to Onofre's Cure spell, and Vandre is likely abed for a while >.>
