Felix Hugo Fraldarius (
finesseblade) wrote in
middaeg2020-09-23 09:56 pm
Entry tags:
[Closed] September & October Catch-all
Who: Mr. Fraldarius & Various
When: Late September through October
Where: Dorchacht, Aefenglom, and more
What: Various happenings at the festival in Dorchacht
Warnings: Blood, violence, nightmares, & more
If you'd like to plot out a thread you can hit me up at
nugnacious or pm me!
When: Late September through October
Where: Dorchacht, Aefenglom, and more
What: Various happenings at the festival in Dorchacht
Warnings: Blood, violence, nightmares, & more
If you'd like to plot out a thread you can hit me up at

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I've only seen you. Other than that... shapes, shadows. Nothing concrete.
[ There's a glow around the bend up ahead that might be what they're looking for, but as they round the corner...
There is, indeed, a glow of crystallized something stacked in a shop window to the left side of the street, but in the center stands a dark, vaguely human figure, light bending impossibly around it so that it stands silhouetted against the fog, features shrouded in shadow and indistinguishable.
The shape of it, though, is unmistakeably like his own—the way it's built, the way it stands, the way it holds a blade.
All the color abruptly drains from Felix's face, and he changes direction, sprinting to the opposite corner without turning. The shadow doesn't advance, nor does it retreat; it stands there, still as stone, watching them. ]
Don't look at it. We can't go that way. We'll have to go around the back.
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She comes to a halt as he does, glancing ahead to see the thing silhouetted against the light and fog. Her sword comes up, wings flaring as she prepares to defend herself. And then Felix turns to run and she's left staring for a moment before she turns to follow. She hurries to catch up, feet clattering against the cobblestones. ]
What is it? What are we fleeing from?
[ A pause as she draws a breath. ]
Felix - I need to know what we face!
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He grits his teeth for a long moment, taking several deep breaths, trying to find his equilibrium again It's only so much help. Eventually he slumps against the shopfront glass, dragging a hand down his face. ]
...My brother. Or a facsimile of him. And if it's anything like the real one, my better with a blade—I'm no match, and neither are you.
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[ There's a beat. A hesitation. Then she reaches out to lay a hand against his shoulder. ]
I am ready to assist you, though. In whatever way I can.
[ She's not good at emotions, but even she can tell that this is apparently taking a lot out of him. ]
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Only for a moment, though. His eyes flicker over her face, and eventually he relaxes. She may not be good at emotions, but she's good enough at them for Felix, and for once he doesn't feel like refusing help. ]
...Thank you, Saber. Truly.
[ A breathless exhale, and then his eyes dart in the direction they were already traveling. ]
We're here for the crystals, not a fight. Our first step should be to search for a back entrance to the shop. Agreed?
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Agreed. I think we'll need to turn up here - there ought to be an alleyway-
[ And there is. Dark, ominous, full of fog. Very difficult to see down. Which seems typical of this dream so far. ]
I can't hear anything. Do you smell anyone...?
[ Might as well use that nose to their advantage. ]
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No... but I didn't smell anyone before, either. Whatever it is, it doesn't have a scent. We'll have to be careful.
[ So saying, he draws his blade, creeping down the alleyway until he finds what seems to be the back door to the shop.
When he tries the knob, he finds it unlocked, which makes the hairs on the back of his neck prickle uneasily. ]
This feels too simple...
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[ There's a grim set to her lips, her shoulders. Bracing for the plunge. Ready for this to explode into sudden violence. ]
Shall we?
[ Her sword gleams in the darkness and she nods at him, poised at the door for his signal. ]
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Though Felix is sure the shop would be pristine in real life, in this dream, he finds everything covered in a layer of dust that comes off thick on his fingers when he runs them along the countertop. He grimaces. Glass display cases line the walls, full of tarnished necklaces, earrings, and bracelets inlaid with glimmering stones. A jewelry store.
Front and center, set on raised pedestals inside one of the cases, are the crystals. ]
Let's just grab these and—
[ The hairs on the back of his neck prickle a warning, a split second before the front window explodes inward.
This Glenn, or the spectre of him, is all shadow that seems to crawl along the walls, the ceiling, dimming even the lights outside—but his blade is solid enough, ringing harshly as Felix brings his own up to meet it.
Steel. He catches a brief glimpse of the pommel—a wolf, with the mane of a lion—wait, what?
No time to think. He barks at Saber, without taking his eyes off the spectre steadily beating him back across the floorboards, each blow ringing harshly against his own blade, rattling his teeth. ]
Get the crystals!
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The clash of steel brings her back upright and she catches a glimpse of Felix locked in combat with the shade - whomever it might be. She takes a step forward to help and then remembers their object. She grits her teeth and turns back to the case, using the pommel of her sword to smash the glass in and begins collecting crystals as quickly as she can. ]
How long can you hold him?
[ She calls out over her shoulder. This shouldn't take too long - but seconds count in fights like this. ]
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It's Glenn. It's so obviously Glenn, conjured by his nightmares—but the more they fight, the more Felix starts to notice little things about this false Glenn's footwork that are off.
And it fights dirty. He ducks a swing at his head that ignites a hot line of fire in its wake as it nicks his left ear, and before he can recover it kicks him in the stomach, sending him smashing into the display case diretly adjacent to Saber's. ]
As long as you need me to— [ he snaps. He was never able to win against Glenn, not in the past, and even now he struggles. ] —and not a second longer!
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I'm almost finished. Give me ten seconds, Felix. That's all.
[ Her lips are pursed, expression grim. ]
Then we can get out of here.
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They are nearly face to face when the shadows peel back from his opponent's visage, and Felix realizes: it's not Glenn.
He's fighting himself.
Felix has only a moment to register this, jolting in alarm, and then his other self manifests an aegis out of its own nightmarish form and slams it into him with enough force to rattle his teeth and send him skidding across the floor.
When he manages to sit up, he's bleeding from a point where one sharp fang pierced his lower lip. ]
Change of plans.
[ He wipes a trickle of blood from his lip and then spits it onto the floor, staggering to his feet and lifting his blade overhead, pointed directly at the specter. ]
Help me kill this thing. We can get those later.
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But if Felix will fight, she'll fight with him. She moves to his side, blade leveled in a guard position. She tracks the shade's movements, lips press together, wings spread slightly (almost protectively) to half-cover Felix.
Look, it's what she does. ]
I'm with you.
[ And she leaps forward to the attack, sword extended in a thrust. The shade parries and darts back before leaping forward for a counter-attack. The fight is on. ]