05-24-2018, 09:59 PM
Shantotto stopped, a strange skeletal man sitting upon a floating throne. a strange form of voice emanated from it. Her features showed genuine confusion at the prospect of a corpse in a chair issuing orders to her. "The nerve! in the current state of things what does rushing around serve?" She placed her hands on her hips at the strange thing that had show up. A solitary red "eye", covered where an eyesicket should be, it was peculier even to the old tarutaru who up until this moment had thought she had seen everything. Skeletons and those similar to them were normal for pretty much anyone who had been to Vana'diel, but what kind of lunatic sat upon a throne made of skulls that floated? It was a truly perplexing sight.
Ignoring an incoming mechanized jab at her height Shantotto turned her attention towards the unconscious arrancar.
Serraph was still sleeping, his chest rising and lowering with each labored breath his wounds clearly visible to the small woman, inky blood dried to his paperlike flesh. Scars from battles long past, carved into his body visible through the tattered remains of his clothes.
Withdrawing her orb of omnillium she focused her thoughts on the downed swordsman.
"I have said we must be on our way."
The synthesized mechanical voice disrupted her thoughts forcing her to look back at the Skeleton in the chair..
"It would be wise to still your speech lest I remove you from your chair and place it out of your reach." She turned only her face towards the skeletal figure as she snapped back at it. She stared for several seconds before shaking her head and turning back to face Serraph.
Once again thinking about what she wanted, to try to heal the paper swordsman. She had not tried to use her omnillium for this kind of task before, but the orb bended to her will did it not? This would be a good test to see if it was possible for her, a black mage. To learn the arts of healing something seemingly exclusive to white mages.
Touching her free hand to the swordsman's wounds she felt something similar to the richest of papers. The texture was intoxicating, warmth radiated from the orb of milky light in her hand as it bent and shaped according to her will
The unmistakable scent of aged and worn parchment and fine ink filled the mage's sensitive nose. “I see” she muttered as she let her orb do its job.
Slowly the man's body seemed to mend itself, little by little the paper filaments seemed to stitch themselves back together, the process was slower than any magic cast by a white mage to be sure, but the effect itself was nothing short of remarkable to the older mage. Her wonderment was interrupted once again by loud synthetic words coming from the thing behind her.
“Hurry up before I die of old age.”
Shantotto ignored the robotic comments coming from behind her as the skeletal figure used its massive throne to bump into her knocking her off balance on top of the downed swordsman.
Anger crossed the petite mage's face as she debated wholeheartedly incinerating the bumbling corpse right then and there, however her actions were stayed by the opening of her companions eyes. Shantotto quickly stood up straightening herself and dusting off the dirt from her robes.
"It would appear that the time of your slumber has come to a close, but I think we she get moving to avoid dealing with those." Shantotto said as she gazed ahead at the oddly dressed guards who seemed to be rounding up the members of the mob, glowing weapons seemed new compared to the somewhat primitive spears and swords she had seen them armed with when she had arrived in the city. It was clear there was a great deal that had happened in a short time since she had arrived.
The sounds of combat filled the air in the distance as whatever was happening around the epicenter of the earlier explosion seemed to have spread out over a wider area.
Whoever or whatever had started it was going to have to deal with these clearly newly equipped guards. Shantotto did not want to be in their shoes when that happened.
"What happened here?" A tall guardsman asked as he approached The mage, the paper swordsman and the skeleton in a chair.
Shantotto stood up from beside Serraph, helping the swordsman back to his feet, at least the best that someone of her small size could.
"If you would be so inclined so as to let me speak, My compatriot and I were simply helping the weak." She spoke with confidence and fire in her voice. The guard looked at her, then at Serraph who was still not steady on his feet, and then to the large chair behind them levitating off the ground and laughed. A deep hearty laughter.
“Right” was all the man said as he turned and went with his comrades to finish rounding up the troublemaking mob. Shantotto finally used this moment to turn her attention back to the rude barely living corpse. "Good day I say." she said sarcastically to the nearly motionless one handed thing.
"beep beep." The strange thing said seemingly toying with the small woman.
"Hmph!" She replied in kind turning away from the throne.
Serraph still struggled to stand as he looked over his freshly healed wounds. "You?" Was all he asked, directing his question to Shantotto.
"If it was up to me, Id recomendy not letting your body get to the point it used to be.” the mage hinted at the fact she had done what she could to heal his wounds.
Serraph tested his joints, still stiff from his exhaustion induced nap. "How long was I out for?" He asked the robed woman.
“Ask not how long has it been and focus more on what must not be forgotten.” The mini mage replied as she turned her attention back to the Skeletal figure.
“Now if you prove to not be so rude.I might be willing to remedy my attitude.” She said “My name is Doctor Shantotto I am of the job Black Mage, It would be wise, skeletal figure to avoid my rage.” She said, her sing songy voice hid a hint of frustration.
“You may address me as the Emperor of Mankind.” The deeply synthesized voice replied. He however did not offer any words in addition to those.
There was an awkward pause for a moment before Serraph chimed in, “She’s right” He started before looking at the mage who was almost immediately off put by the gaze. “You have my thanks little mage.” The swordsman offered a bow of his head in recognition to the vertically challenged mage. Taken aback by the kindness the mage had shown, he gazed beyond the guardsmen and to the ruined building, metal, melted and cooled formed bulbous tendrils that jutted between stone and burnt wood. A questioning look was directed to the mage that stood before him.
“Well now that this is all well handled and all, We should hurry to our next destination before it’s nightfall.” She said quickly changing the subject, well aware of the fact it was still not long after sun up. Seemingly knowing the questioning look that had fallen upon the swordsman's face.
Shantotto waddled quickly, passing by the commoners on the streets and the guardsmen questioning them.worn and scarred faces peered back at the woman, some with questioning looks, others throwing hateful glares.
The city was not in the highest of spirits, those who had witnessed the explosion and the resulting inferno. Shantotto was tired, so very tired, but if she displayed weakness, in a place like this, the very people whom she was trying to save and protect might very well turn on her just to get a scrap. Nippur was in shambles, the return of the king had brought forth its own array of problems. Problems the brown nosed mage could do little to fix by herself. Regardless however the people still needed her, needed them. Shantotto’s weary brown eyes looked out over the smoking remains of the water irrigation plant once more.
Ignoring an incoming mechanized jab at her height Shantotto turned her attention towards the unconscious arrancar.
Serraph was still sleeping, his chest rising and lowering with each labored breath his wounds clearly visible to the small woman, inky blood dried to his paperlike flesh. Scars from battles long past, carved into his body visible through the tattered remains of his clothes.
Withdrawing her orb of omnillium she focused her thoughts on the downed swordsman.
"I have said we must be on our way."
The synthesized mechanical voice disrupted her thoughts forcing her to look back at the Skeleton in the chair..
"It would be wise to still your speech lest I remove you from your chair and place it out of your reach." She turned only her face towards the skeletal figure as she snapped back at it. She stared for several seconds before shaking her head and turning back to face Serraph.
Once again thinking about what she wanted, to try to heal the paper swordsman. She had not tried to use her omnillium for this kind of task before, but the orb bended to her will did it not? This would be a good test to see if it was possible for her, a black mage. To learn the arts of healing something seemingly exclusive to white mages.
Touching her free hand to the swordsman's wounds she felt something similar to the richest of papers. The texture was intoxicating, warmth radiated from the orb of milky light in her hand as it bent and shaped according to her will
The unmistakable scent of aged and worn parchment and fine ink filled the mage's sensitive nose. “I see” she muttered as she let her orb do its job.
Slowly the man's body seemed to mend itself, little by little the paper filaments seemed to stitch themselves back together, the process was slower than any magic cast by a white mage to be sure, but the effect itself was nothing short of remarkable to the older mage. Her wonderment was interrupted once again by loud synthetic words coming from the thing behind her.
“Hurry up before I die of old age.”
Shantotto ignored the robotic comments coming from behind her as the skeletal figure used its massive throne to bump into her knocking her off balance on top of the downed swordsman.
Anger crossed the petite mage's face as she debated wholeheartedly incinerating the bumbling corpse right then and there, however her actions were stayed by the opening of her companions eyes. Shantotto quickly stood up straightening herself and dusting off the dirt from her robes.
"It would appear that the time of your slumber has come to a close, but I think we she get moving to avoid dealing with those." Shantotto said as she gazed ahead at the oddly dressed guards who seemed to be rounding up the members of the mob, glowing weapons seemed new compared to the somewhat primitive spears and swords she had seen them armed with when she had arrived in the city. It was clear there was a great deal that had happened in a short time since she had arrived.
The sounds of combat filled the air in the distance as whatever was happening around the epicenter of the earlier explosion seemed to have spread out over a wider area.
Whoever or whatever had started it was going to have to deal with these clearly newly equipped guards. Shantotto did not want to be in their shoes when that happened.
"What happened here?" A tall guardsman asked as he approached The mage, the paper swordsman and the skeleton in a chair.
Shantotto stood up from beside Serraph, helping the swordsman back to his feet, at least the best that someone of her small size could.
"If you would be so inclined so as to let me speak, My compatriot and I were simply helping the weak." She spoke with confidence and fire in her voice. The guard looked at her, then at Serraph who was still not steady on his feet, and then to the large chair behind them levitating off the ground and laughed. A deep hearty laughter.
“Right” was all the man said as he turned and went with his comrades to finish rounding up the troublemaking mob. Shantotto finally used this moment to turn her attention back to the rude barely living corpse. "Good day I say." she said sarcastically to the nearly motionless one handed thing.
"beep beep." The strange thing said seemingly toying with the small woman.
"Hmph!" She replied in kind turning away from the throne.
Serraph still struggled to stand as he looked over his freshly healed wounds. "You?" Was all he asked, directing his question to Shantotto.
"If it was up to me, Id recomendy not letting your body get to the point it used to be.” the mage hinted at the fact she had done what she could to heal his wounds.
Serraph tested his joints, still stiff from his exhaustion induced nap. "How long was I out for?" He asked the robed woman.
“Ask not how long has it been and focus more on what must not be forgotten.” The mini mage replied as she turned her attention back to the Skeletal figure.
“Now if you prove to not be so rude.I might be willing to remedy my attitude.” She said “My name is Doctor Shantotto I am of the job Black Mage, It would be wise, skeletal figure to avoid my rage.” She said, her sing songy voice hid a hint of frustration.
“You may address me as the Emperor of Mankind.” The deeply synthesized voice replied. He however did not offer any words in addition to those.
There was an awkward pause for a moment before Serraph chimed in, “She’s right” He started before looking at the mage who was almost immediately off put by the gaze. “You have my thanks little mage.” The swordsman offered a bow of his head in recognition to the vertically challenged mage. Taken aback by the kindness the mage had shown, he gazed beyond the guardsmen and to the ruined building, metal, melted and cooled formed bulbous tendrils that jutted between stone and burnt wood. A questioning look was directed to the mage that stood before him.
“Well now that this is all well handled and all, We should hurry to our next destination before it’s nightfall.” She said quickly changing the subject, well aware of the fact it was still not long after sun up. Seemingly knowing the questioning look that had fallen upon the swordsman's face.
Shantotto waddled quickly, passing by the commoners on the streets and the guardsmen questioning them.worn and scarred faces peered back at the woman, some with questioning looks, others throwing hateful glares.
The city was not in the highest of spirits, those who had witnessed the explosion and the resulting inferno. Shantotto was tired, so very tired, but if she displayed weakness, in a place like this, the very people whom she was trying to save and protect might very well turn on her just to get a scrap. Nippur was in shambles, the return of the king had brought forth its own array of problems. Problems the brown nosed mage could do little to fix by herself. Regardless however the people still needed her, needed them. Shantotto’s weary brown eyes looked out over the smoking remains of the water irrigation plant once more.