05-04-2016, 03:02 AM
It was a strange next couple of minutes. There was a woman, who seemed to want to know more about Cana, though she would not say why, but the woman proved helpful, for she was a good artist, and helped to draw a sketch of Gildarts from Cana’s description. They handed it around the bar, but no one had seen him.
“Is he a prime, or a secondary?” a gruff voice asked.
Cana had no idea, “I don’t even know if he’s here, in this... Omniverse place, but I have a strong feeling, that if I was transported here, he was too.” Cana never doubted her feeling, because it was never wrong. Magic included.
“You’re wasting your time, girl. No one’s seen ‘im. And even if they had, they’d think you were out for his bounty-” the man blinked, suddenly ashamed, in spite of himself.
“Bounty? YOU LIAR!” Anger rippled throughout the room, whilst Cana in one swift movement, scooped the man from his barstool, winced as she aggravated and re-opened a wound, and held the man pinned to the wall, with a single card’s edge held to his throat. The words came slithering through her teeth and in the room, a tremendous sense of power could be felt from the mysterious girl without a name, “Tell me, what do you know?”
The man who had been sipping his ale suddenly shit his pants. His pokerface that had concealed his knowledge when he had seen Gildarts’ rough sketch had gone out the window. This girl was no secondary, she had to be a prime. Her powers were mysterious, enchanted, and there was definitely a reason for him to be quivering with fear against the wall. The mage’s eyes were set ablaze, and the man thought it, given his position, in his best interest to come clean.
“I-I’m sorry, l-listen I don’t want any trouble, h-here’s where I recognize him from.” The man gestured to the pocket of his jacket, which happened to contain a wrinkly old scroll, “I’m not a bounty hunter, I swear, but I deal in information, and there have been some clients-” Cana was not an aggressive, nor violent person, but she had heard enough.
She released the man and was confident enough that he would not pull a weapon on her, that she in fact dangerously, turned her back on the shaking man and began to unfold the lines of paper. Her hands held the corners of the paper and she could not keep them from crumpling the paper with shock, as she read the following, written plainly in large text:
PRIME WANTED - GILDARTS
DEAD OR CAPTURED
REWARD 700 OM, 950 OM BANISHED
Wanted for the murder of nearly 50 civilians by explosion.
Cana couldn’t help but thinking -Yep that’s him alright. But she could not believe her own eyes, so she allowed them to read on.
A large muscular man with sleeked back chestnut hair and unshaved stubble. His torso is covered in bandages, while his arm and leg of the left side of his body have been replaced with metallic prosthetic limbs. He is responsible for a magically induce explosion that killed an estimated 35-50 innocent civilians. He was last seen heading towards the Nexus gate. Approach with extreme caution, as he has been stated to wield a very dangerous magic.
Cana felt her feet wobble, and luckily the woman had caught her with a chair, for Cana would have fallen to the ground out of shock. Her voice, now fragile, echoed, “No... It can’t be.” as she read the entire poster again and again, seeking something... Anything that would prove that what it said was a lie.
On the ground, Cana had realized that other posters had now fallen, each with a bounty generally lower than Gildarts. He was fetching a large price. “He... He... I can’t believe it.”
My father. A murderer.
“Well,” a voice assured, “At least, since he’s a prime, ye’ know he’s not dead.” A reassuringly pleasant thought, but true, all in all.
It wasn’t intentional, of this, Cana was sure. Gildarts wielded crash magic, which was known to be volatile at times. She was sure, with all her heart, that this had been a mistake. But Cana had to admit, this looked rather bad. The entire bar was looking at her -leave it to a bar for her to find just the information she needed- and her reaction, from hot to so watery and cold, had made her appear vulnerable and weak to these strangers.
“Uh, I’m okay everyone, I’m just so shocked to see this.” She couldn’t explain in more detail, but she could feel of all the eyes on her, the woman without a name, was probing her with the utmost interest.
“Lots o’ primes get bounties, it’s in the business. Heck, the empire gives ‘em away for free. What’s he in for?” Another seemed gleeful that Cana had found who she was looking for, “At least you know he’s here in the Omniverse, right? And hey, yer intuition ain’t half bad, ever thought of fortune telling?”
Cana felt her tarot cards in the bag over her shoulder and felt a piece of her smile, “That’s my profession, actually,” she grinned and ordered a keg of ale.
“A whole keg?”
“Ah, actually, better not, force of habit, but I think I’ll have to leave town soon.”
“Your wounds haven’t healed yet, you shouldn’t travel like that.” The mysterious woman protested.
“I can and I will. Now, can anyone tell me where the Nexus is? And actually...” Cana read the fine print of the poster, “This... Camelot?”
“You’ll never find him.” Someone dared to state, firmly.
“Har har,” another agreed.
“Even if you do, what’s to stop him from attacking you, too?” someone voiced, seemingly concerned, while others murmured their worries and fears, but the woman stayed silent.
“He knows my face.” Was the only explanation Cana could bear to offer, and it was one that silenced the whole room
“You still don’t know the way.” the doctor offered, though in a sympathetic but doubtful tone.
“I’ll find a way. Fortune-teller, remember? I’m sure I can get my magic to-”
Cana was interrupted, but by the doctor, “Not to dishearten you, lass, but I think you’ll quickly find, that when you get summoned here, your abilities have a way of changing. Sometimes for the better, most of the time, for the worse.”
“Nonsense, I feel better than ever, thanks to your help, doctor.” Cana offered a beaming smile that he couldn’t deny.
“Still, take this map, and take note, this is not the world you know...” the old man warned as he handed her the parchment. Cana couldn’t help but to look at the thing cross-eyed. It just didn’t make sense. This wasn’t home, no matter how many maps she had. There were little portals, she could see that much, but the worlds were foreign and Cana just couldn’t wrap her head around it.
“I think I’ll be better off using my magic... But I like to use my tarot cards over a map, so I’m sure this will help, thank you.” Cana looked at the map earnestly, but seemed still, very confused.
“You’ll never make it. Even if you can navigate the map, you won’t find him.” The woman finally spoke, her truth, crashing down on Cana like an cold, ruthless avalanche.
Cana’s jaw hung open, and doubt crept in, but she stood firm, her voice, determined with an unknown strength. That of, perhaps, family, though fueled by an unspoken truth of her own. “If it takes me a hundred years, I guarantee I will.”
The woman’s liquid red smile emboldened a hundred times so, she completed her sentence, this time, triumphantly, “Without me.”
...
The pair set out, with much thanks from Cana to the doctor, who had also provided the two with enough food to start out their mission and sustain them for some time, “I will not forget the kindness you have done me.”
The two women walked in silence, along a sketchy looking path through the mountainous steppes. For a good long while, neither said anything. Cana was still recovering from her severe concussion, dealing with the swaying nausea flourishing in her stomach, and finding the willpower within herself to push past the pitiless pain that threatened to weigh her down. Not much thought fell on the stranger to her right, but she did wonder if she could trust the woman, with, what could mean her life. For now, Cana simply accepted the silence, and the woman, without much plea against her company, it would be a worse journey, in an unknown land such as this, alone.
The woman to her right stood tall, just shy of how tall Gildarts was, and just taller than Cana. The stranger had bold red lips, and long, black hair down to her waist. She wore an outfit with the stark and powerful theme of black and red, Cana couldn’t help but to feel as though accompanied with the woman’s pale skin, that she was some sort of vampire, after all, the way she had looked at Cana when her attire had been soiled with blood was almost inhuman.
It was dangerous, Cana was a traveler, however, while she was protected by a pub full of people, now on the road, she had only one set of eyes, her own, and she had not recovered to full strength yet. It made her nervous, but Fairy Law was somehow on her arm, and this gave her a strange sense of unreal power, something that was somehow untapped within her. It would give her the means to fight an enemy off if it meant her life, unless, however, Cana was poisoned or tricked... Hopefully, as a soothsayer, she would ‘see’ it coming.
It was not Cana however, who broke the soon-to-be uneasy silence, but the stranger, who spoke in low, alto tones, but with a sophisticated demeanor about her. “So, I never caught your name at the bar, and I don’t believe I mentioned mine, I’m Cassandra. It is a true pleasure to meet you, even under these most... Unnatural circumstances.”
“I’m Cana,” the mage didn’t hesitate, “I appreciate you volunteering to come with me, but I have to ask... Why? What’s in it for you to help me find Gildarts? Unless... You want his bounty...”
Cassandra blinked, perplexed, “Is that not why you are hunting him? Well, even so, I do not care.” So quickly, Cana’s desires were dismissed, and surpassed by the woman’s own, “No, I joined you, for more than one reason. You see, when you came in, I feared the worst. I thought you were dead, perhaps, with a bit more relevance, I thought you were my sister. You see, my sister looks almost exactly like you, your features... Remarkably similar. You could be, twins, if it was not for the mark on your stomach, and your eyes, which I’d say, are a minute shade darker than hers. It was when I heard you were looking for someone, that I felt my hopes confirmed, I thought perhaps... You can help me.
“Then, when I saw you wield tarots, and practice the art, I was sure of it, sure as you were, of the man you were searching for, and the fact that he is here in this world. I seek your help, for I know my sister is here, but we were separated in the land that rolls with tide, and I haven’t seen her since. I’ve searched... So far, I’ve consulted those mages of Dalaran, and have been offered no conclusive results. And I fear, since my last prophecy, that my time is running out, for... They told me, that time is running out.” Cassandra concluded.
“Mages of Dalaran? Who are they? And running out for you, or for her?” Cana found herself asking.
There was a wry smile in response to the latter question, which the vampire chose not to answer, “Worry not, Cana I think, we may end up stopping at Dalaran on our search, for you see, Dalaran is a town in Camelot, and Camelot, is our first stop.”
“Well...” Cana paused, and stopped in her tracks as she walked on the hot earth below her feet, “Now, I’m worried about your sister too, but Gildarts, I think they’re hunting him as we speak, I feel our interests conflict, you’ll take me to Camelot and then...”
“I think you’re mistaken, Miss Cana, in seeing that our missions are different, but of the same nature. You see, I too must visit Camelot, and we are both searching for missing people. I will go with you, as far as I can, and am able, for I believe, since you have arrived and look and act so much like my sister, that our fates are entwined. I do not think there will be a sacrifice of time, but something of a chance, that meeting you will deliver me to her.” Cassandra was so sure.
“I see... But still, if we happen to get sidetracked... your safety, and your sister’s are at risk.” Cana was concerned for the woman now, and wanted to put her own search for Gildarts on hold, even though, she knew he could be killed at any moment.
“We will retrace the trail Gildarts has left for now, but I will admit, Cana, that I don’t think Gildarts is in Camelot any longer, since his bounty would have been claimed by the Kingdom, or perhaps he would have been captured by a stray hunter, had he stayed. No, I’d say he’s on the move, but, don’t get me wrong, I think his presence in Camelot may have left clues, we could find someone who knows him a bit better there, or who knows where he may be going.” Cassandra surmised, and finally concluded with a very viable option.
“I... Understand,” Cana said finally, “But what about... Your sister? Is she not in danger?”
Cassandra spun around, meeting Cana’s eyes to the core of her soul, “You tell me.”
It was not said with any fragment of attitude, but instead, a request of Cana’s abilities, perhaps even, a test.
“I...” Cana looked at Cassandra and shuffled her deck, before pulling out the card that felt right. She held up the tarot to find a grim answer to the question. Cana gulped and replaced the card in the deck before moving her head in a curt nod. The mage could not find it within herself to speak, and Cassandra narrowed her eyes.
“You see?” Cassandra voiced, “Now I know what the card said, but if you want, you can speak what you think will help.”
“To do that, I’ll need to do a full reading... Not here, I need to recover my magic to get an accurate reading, plus, I’ll need a table.” Cana winked, and the girls both laughed, the hilarity of their situation finally setting in, they needed to get a move on, but there was something so funny about its inconvenience. They continued down the road laughing, with hope in their eyes that they each be delivered to a more fortunate future, by one another.
“Is he a prime, or a secondary?” a gruff voice asked.
Cana had no idea, “I don’t even know if he’s here, in this... Omniverse place, but I have a strong feeling, that if I was transported here, he was too.” Cana never doubted her feeling, because it was never wrong. Magic included.
“You’re wasting your time, girl. No one’s seen ‘im. And even if they had, they’d think you were out for his bounty-” the man blinked, suddenly ashamed, in spite of himself.
“Bounty? YOU LIAR!” Anger rippled throughout the room, whilst Cana in one swift movement, scooped the man from his barstool, winced as she aggravated and re-opened a wound, and held the man pinned to the wall, with a single card’s edge held to his throat. The words came slithering through her teeth and in the room, a tremendous sense of power could be felt from the mysterious girl without a name, “Tell me, what do you know?”
The man who had been sipping his ale suddenly shit his pants. His pokerface that had concealed his knowledge when he had seen Gildarts’ rough sketch had gone out the window. This girl was no secondary, she had to be a prime. Her powers were mysterious, enchanted, and there was definitely a reason for him to be quivering with fear against the wall. The mage’s eyes were set ablaze, and the man thought it, given his position, in his best interest to come clean.
“I-I’m sorry, l-listen I don’t want any trouble, h-here’s where I recognize him from.” The man gestured to the pocket of his jacket, which happened to contain a wrinkly old scroll, “I’m not a bounty hunter, I swear, but I deal in information, and there have been some clients-” Cana was not an aggressive, nor violent person, but she had heard enough.
She released the man and was confident enough that he would not pull a weapon on her, that she in fact dangerously, turned her back on the shaking man and began to unfold the lines of paper. Her hands held the corners of the paper and she could not keep them from crumpling the paper with shock, as she read the following, written plainly in large text:
PRIME WANTED - GILDARTS
DEAD OR CAPTURED
REWARD 700 OM, 950 OM BANISHED
Wanted for the murder of nearly 50 civilians by explosion.
Cana couldn’t help but thinking -Yep that’s him alright. But she could not believe her own eyes, so she allowed them to read on.
A large muscular man with sleeked back chestnut hair and unshaved stubble. His torso is covered in bandages, while his arm and leg of the left side of his body have been replaced with metallic prosthetic limbs. He is responsible for a magically induce explosion that killed an estimated 35-50 innocent civilians. He was last seen heading towards the Nexus gate. Approach with extreme caution, as he has been stated to wield a very dangerous magic.
Cana felt her feet wobble, and luckily the woman had caught her with a chair, for Cana would have fallen to the ground out of shock. Her voice, now fragile, echoed, “No... It can’t be.” as she read the entire poster again and again, seeking something... Anything that would prove that what it said was a lie.
On the ground, Cana had realized that other posters had now fallen, each with a bounty generally lower than Gildarts. He was fetching a large price. “He... He... I can’t believe it.”
My father. A murderer.
“Well,” a voice assured, “At least, since he’s a prime, ye’ know he’s not dead.” A reassuringly pleasant thought, but true, all in all.
It wasn’t intentional, of this, Cana was sure. Gildarts wielded crash magic, which was known to be volatile at times. She was sure, with all her heart, that this had been a mistake. But Cana had to admit, this looked rather bad. The entire bar was looking at her -leave it to a bar for her to find just the information she needed- and her reaction, from hot to so watery and cold, had made her appear vulnerable and weak to these strangers.
“Uh, I’m okay everyone, I’m just so shocked to see this.” She couldn’t explain in more detail, but she could feel of all the eyes on her, the woman without a name, was probing her with the utmost interest.
“Lots o’ primes get bounties, it’s in the business. Heck, the empire gives ‘em away for free. What’s he in for?” Another seemed gleeful that Cana had found who she was looking for, “At least you know he’s here in the Omniverse, right? And hey, yer intuition ain’t half bad, ever thought of fortune telling?”
Cana felt her tarot cards in the bag over her shoulder and felt a piece of her smile, “That’s my profession, actually,” she grinned and ordered a keg of ale.
“A whole keg?”
“Ah, actually, better not, force of habit, but I think I’ll have to leave town soon.”
“Your wounds haven’t healed yet, you shouldn’t travel like that.” The mysterious woman protested.
“I can and I will. Now, can anyone tell me where the Nexus is? And actually...” Cana read the fine print of the poster, “This... Camelot?”
“You’ll never find him.” Someone dared to state, firmly.
“Har har,” another agreed.
“Even if you do, what’s to stop him from attacking you, too?” someone voiced, seemingly concerned, while others murmured their worries and fears, but the woman stayed silent.
“He knows my face.” Was the only explanation Cana could bear to offer, and it was one that silenced the whole room
“You still don’t know the way.” the doctor offered, though in a sympathetic but doubtful tone.
“I’ll find a way. Fortune-teller, remember? I’m sure I can get my magic to-”
Cana was interrupted, but by the doctor, “Not to dishearten you, lass, but I think you’ll quickly find, that when you get summoned here, your abilities have a way of changing. Sometimes for the better, most of the time, for the worse.”
“Nonsense, I feel better than ever, thanks to your help, doctor.” Cana offered a beaming smile that he couldn’t deny.
“Still, take this map, and take note, this is not the world you know...” the old man warned as he handed her the parchment. Cana couldn’t help but to look at the thing cross-eyed. It just didn’t make sense. This wasn’t home, no matter how many maps she had. There were little portals, she could see that much, but the worlds were foreign and Cana just couldn’t wrap her head around it.
“I think I’ll be better off using my magic... But I like to use my tarot cards over a map, so I’m sure this will help, thank you.” Cana looked at the map earnestly, but seemed still, very confused.
“You’ll never make it. Even if you can navigate the map, you won’t find him.” The woman finally spoke, her truth, crashing down on Cana like an cold, ruthless avalanche.
Cana’s jaw hung open, and doubt crept in, but she stood firm, her voice, determined with an unknown strength. That of, perhaps, family, though fueled by an unspoken truth of her own. “If it takes me a hundred years, I guarantee I will.”
The woman’s liquid red smile emboldened a hundred times so, she completed her sentence, this time, triumphantly, “Without me.”
...
The pair set out, with much thanks from Cana to the doctor, who had also provided the two with enough food to start out their mission and sustain them for some time, “I will not forget the kindness you have done me.”
The two women walked in silence, along a sketchy looking path through the mountainous steppes. For a good long while, neither said anything. Cana was still recovering from her severe concussion, dealing with the swaying nausea flourishing in her stomach, and finding the willpower within herself to push past the pitiless pain that threatened to weigh her down. Not much thought fell on the stranger to her right, but she did wonder if she could trust the woman, with, what could mean her life. For now, Cana simply accepted the silence, and the woman, without much plea against her company, it would be a worse journey, in an unknown land such as this, alone.
The woman to her right stood tall, just shy of how tall Gildarts was, and just taller than Cana. The stranger had bold red lips, and long, black hair down to her waist. She wore an outfit with the stark and powerful theme of black and red, Cana couldn’t help but to feel as though accompanied with the woman’s pale skin, that she was some sort of vampire, after all, the way she had looked at Cana when her attire had been soiled with blood was almost inhuman.
It was dangerous, Cana was a traveler, however, while she was protected by a pub full of people, now on the road, she had only one set of eyes, her own, and she had not recovered to full strength yet. It made her nervous, but Fairy Law was somehow on her arm, and this gave her a strange sense of unreal power, something that was somehow untapped within her. It would give her the means to fight an enemy off if it meant her life, unless, however, Cana was poisoned or tricked... Hopefully, as a soothsayer, she would ‘see’ it coming.
It was not Cana however, who broke the soon-to-be uneasy silence, but the stranger, who spoke in low, alto tones, but with a sophisticated demeanor about her. “So, I never caught your name at the bar, and I don’t believe I mentioned mine, I’m Cassandra. It is a true pleasure to meet you, even under these most... Unnatural circumstances.”
“I’m Cana,” the mage didn’t hesitate, “I appreciate you volunteering to come with me, but I have to ask... Why? What’s in it for you to help me find Gildarts? Unless... You want his bounty...”
Cassandra blinked, perplexed, “Is that not why you are hunting him? Well, even so, I do not care.” So quickly, Cana’s desires were dismissed, and surpassed by the woman’s own, “No, I joined you, for more than one reason. You see, when you came in, I feared the worst. I thought you were dead, perhaps, with a bit more relevance, I thought you were my sister. You see, my sister looks almost exactly like you, your features... Remarkably similar. You could be, twins, if it was not for the mark on your stomach, and your eyes, which I’d say, are a minute shade darker than hers. It was when I heard you were looking for someone, that I felt my hopes confirmed, I thought perhaps... You can help me.
“Then, when I saw you wield tarots, and practice the art, I was sure of it, sure as you were, of the man you were searching for, and the fact that he is here in this world. I seek your help, for I know my sister is here, but we were separated in the land that rolls with tide, and I haven’t seen her since. I’ve searched... So far, I’ve consulted those mages of Dalaran, and have been offered no conclusive results. And I fear, since my last prophecy, that my time is running out, for... They told me, that time is running out.” Cassandra concluded.
“Mages of Dalaran? Who are they? And running out for you, or for her?” Cana found herself asking.
There was a wry smile in response to the latter question, which the vampire chose not to answer, “Worry not, Cana I think, we may end up stopping at Dalaran on our search, for you see, Dalaran is a town in Camelot, and Camelot, is our first stop.”
“Well...” Cana paused, and stopped in her tracks as she walked on the hot earth below her feet, “Now, I’m worried about your sister too, but Gildarts, I think they’re hunting him as we speak, I feel our interests conflict, you’ll take me to Camelot and then...”
“I think you’re mistaken, Miss Cana, in seeing that our missions are different, but of the same nature. You see, I too must visit Camelot, and we are both searching for missing people. I will go with you, as far as I can, and am able, for I believe, since you have arrived and look and act so much like my sister, that our fates are entwined. I do not think there will be a sacrifice of time, but something of a chance, that meeting you will deliver me to her.” Cassandra was so sure.
“I see... But still, if we happen to get sidetracked... your safety, and your sister’s are at risk.” Cana was concerned for the woman now, and wanted to put her own search for Gildarts on hold, even though, she knew he could be killed at any moment.
“We will retrace the trail Gildarts has left for now, but I will admit, Cana, that I don’t think Gildarts is in Camelot any longer, since his bounty would have been claimed by the Kingdom, or perhaps he would have been captured by a stray hunter, had he stayed. No, I’d say he’s on the move, but, don’t get me wrong, I think his presence in Camelot may have left clues, we could find someone who knows him a bit better there, or who knows where he may be going.” Cassandra surmised, and finally concluded with a very viable option.
“I... Understand,” Cana said finally, “But what about... Your sister? Is she not in danger?”
Cassandra spun around, meeting Cana’s eyes to the core of her soul, “You tell me.”
It was not said with any fragment of attitude, but instead, a request of Cana’s abilities, perhaps even, a test.
“I...” Cana looked at Cassandra and shuffled her deck, before pulling out the card that felt right. She held up the tarot to find a grim answer to the question. Cana gulped and replaced the card in the deck before moving her head in a curt nod. The mage could not find it within herself to speak, and Cassandra narrowed her eyes.
“You see?” Cassandra voiced, “Now I know what the card said, but if you want, you can speak what you think will help.”
“To do that, I’ll need to do a full reading... Not here, I need to recover my magic to get an accurate reading, plus, I’ll need a table.” Cana winked, and the girls both laughed, the hilarity of their situation finally setting in, they needed to get a move on, but there was something so funny about its inconvenience. They continued down the road laughing, with hope in their eyes that they each be delivered to a more fortunate future, by one another.
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