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concordance_logs2015-02-24 11:06 am
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[Locked to Dr. Cid]
Characters: Dr. Cidolfus Bunansa, Ultima/Ajora
Where: The Necrohol of Nabudis, Nabradia
When: Just before break of dawn, 24 Blackfrost*, 710 Old Valendian
What: Resurrecting the crazy researcher.
Warnings: Ultima. Dr. Cid. 'Nuff said.
Deep in the bowels of what was once Verdpale Palace is naught but darkness and ruin. Where once was the splendor of the Nabradian royal family, there is now monsters creeping in the mist and shuffling undead. Too many were the lives destroyed by the Midlight Shard, lives which now cannot find peace in death, bitter and angry spirits that lash out against the living, venting their rage at lives cut short too early, too quick. The smell of rot and death hangs in the air like a heavy blanket.
In the dank stillness, a lone figure clad in a black hooded robe stands in the deepest recess of the fallen capitol. He has no purpose here, save to serve the will of the one he hosts, a physical vessel for the divine. So deep is the darkness, he is invisible, as is right.
A flash of light unfurls, blinding, glorious, filling the room as the High Seraph reveals herself, entirely masking all but her own brilliant presence. Her holy power obliterates every lingering undead, every creature of the dark, just from her mere manifestation. Bitter souls are forced away from her light, into the nether and their next incarnation of life. Little matter that has turned them over to the gods, that they should be guided to rebirth. For she intends to snatch away one of the dead for her own purposes. It is a defiance of the gods and the purpose they created her for, the highest, purest form of rebellion.
Ultima reaches deep into the nether, searching for a man. A particular man she has in mind, who once allied with a rogue Occuria. One who once sought to thwart the gods in his hunger for knowledge and power, and whose revival will disrupt Ivalice so her plans may come to fruition. Rather than pass his spirit on to a new life, she twists the very nature of her calling into one that revives the dead.
In the empty silence, she works, knitting together flesh and bone. She then fuses the body remade with the soul of the one who once lived there. Leaning over her handiwork, she breathes, waiting for him to return to the living.
"Live, and seek knowledge, for it is the power to lay the gods low."
Where: The Necrohol of Nabudis, Nabradia
When: Just before break of dawn, 24 Blackfrost*, 710 Old Valendian
What: Resurrecting the crazy researcher.
Warnings: Ultima. Dr. Cid. 'Nuff said.
Deep in the bowels of what was once Verdpale Palace is naught but darkness and ruin. Where once was the splendor of the Nabradian royal family, there is now monsters creeping in the mist and shuffling undead. Too many were the lives destroyed by the Midlight Shard, lives which now cannot find peace in death, bitter and angry spirits that lash out against the living, venting their rage at lives cut short too early, too quick. The smell of rot and death hangs in the air like a heavy blanket.
In the dank stillness, a lone figure clad in a black hooded robe stands in the deepest recess of the fallen capitol. He has no purpose here, save to serve the will of the one he hosts, a physical vessel for the divine. So deep is the darkness, he is invisible, as is right.
A flash of light unfurls, blinding, glorious, filling the room as the High Seraph reveals herself, entirely masking all but her own brilliant presence. Her holy power obliterates every lingering undead, every creature of the dark, just from her mere manifestation. Bitter souls are forced away from her light, into the nether and their next incarnation of life. Little matter that has turned them over to the gods, that they should be guided to rebirth. For she intends to snatch away one of the dead for her own purposes. It is a defiance of the gods and the purpose they created her for, the highest, purest form of rebellion.
Ultima reaches deep into the nether, searching for a man. A particular man she has in mind, who once allied with a rogue Occuria. One who once sought to thwart the gods in his hunger for knowledge and power, and whose revival will disrupt Ivalice so her plans may come to fruition. Rather than pass his spirit on to a new life, she twists the very nature of her calling into one that revives the dead.
In the empty silence, she works, knitting together flesh and bone. She then fuses the body remade with the soul of the one who once lived there. Leaning over her handiwork, she breathes, waiting for him to return to the living.
"Live, and seek knowledge, for it is the power to lay the gods low."
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Cidolfus's eyes began to twitch when the Blood Seraph whispers him back into existence. It takes him a short while for him to open his eyes but once does, the good doctor finds himself staring into the ethereal gaze of his would-be savior. "...O'Slumbering Star." The blinding shine of Ultima's divine radiance is enough to blind the poor man. "Have you come to haunt me?" Cidolfus's asks while attempting to move his painfully stiff limbs.
Everything hurts. Absolutely everything. While his memories were muddy and cloudy at best, Cidolfus could still remember the sorrowful look upon his son's face when death came for him. "Hm, Ffamran?" He glances about sharply one his vision becomes less blurry.
"Eh? This isn't Pharos..."
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To cast off the shackles of the gods forever.
There is almost a chuckle of amusement from the High Seraph at the mention of the Pharos. A worthless light grown dim and destroyed by a weapon made by the very gods who created the Sun-Cryst. Pathetic. A trifling rock which held nothing to her own shining glory.
"It is not that insignificant cradle for a paltry stone. Look well, mortal, and see what power holds dominion here."
Nethicite might have obliterated this once sumptuous palace, but the Blood Seraph's presence has indeed purged all lingering traces of seeping mist and shambling corpses.
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Quickly rising to his feet despite all of his dull aches and pain, Cidolfus stands tall before the High Seraph with nothing less than a smile upon his face. "I'm looking and I must say I'm quite humbled." He states as he glances along the familiar ruins with a critical gaze.
"Nabudis? Interesting choice for my grand return, though I cannot complain." The doctor states before turning his curious gaze back towards the Seraph.
"Speak with me, Luminous One, I'm certain there's much to discuss."
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The High Seraph studies him intently, considering if he would willingly give himself to the one he once held in thrall. No longer would they yield to the call of a mortal. Nay, the Scions now choose to cast away their bonds and treat with those who would accept a role as vessel. Perhaps. Perhaps.
"I would treat with you again. Go, see what time has wrought in Ivalice." Once he has seen for himself has come of the world he once knew, then she might have her vessel assess if the scientist proves a suitable host.
In an instant, Ultima vanishes, taking with her all light, plunging the palace once more into utter darkness. The mist seeps in again to choke the air and invite darker beings within, mere moments after she takes leave, her holy brilliance no longer keeping them at bay.
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Shock passes through the Archadian's eyes when the celestial one speaks of how long he's been traversing the underworld. Cidolfus almost cannot believe it. Has he really been dead for four solid years? Certainly doesn't seem like it considering how fresh and raw his memories are. It only felt as it it was yesterday that he reached the peak of Pharos.
As soon as the makings of inquiry presses against his lips, the divine radiance of his so called benefactor vanished from this dark realm. The High Seraph had taken her leave of him, and with that left him to his own devices. It didn't take long for the souls of undead to reclaim ownership of Nabudis, but Cid made certain to escape before they noticed him. He flees to the outskirts of Nabudis towards the Salikawoods.