Conflux, Pt. 8
Conflux, Pt. 8
Anafenza awoke with a start again, her body feeling sore like she’d been swimming for malms upstream. She was lying on a bed, just big enough for her body to fit on top of, her tail uncomfortably folded under her and pushed to one side. An extra pillow was folded and under her neck, helping to support her head so that all the weight wasn’t on her horns. She was covered by a scratchy, wool blanket, and she could feel clothes covering her body, only adding to the discomfort. There were bright lights above her, and she could tell she wasn’t in the disappearing cavern anymore.
Did…did it work?
She shifted, trying to move, and groaned a little as her sore muscles screamed in protest.
The rest of the space was sterile white walls and a plain grey carpet. More of the beds were lined along the wall next to her bed, and over the head of each one on the wall was a dark glass window. Most were off, but the one over her bed blinked and flashed with white characters and squares of varying shades of blue. As she pushed herself up to rest on an elbow, one of the blue boxes flashed and turned red with a triangle symbol inside; she looked at it curiously, before turning to look around more.
There was some shuffling, and then a soft voice called out from around a corner. “Oh! You’re awake!” A petite woman stepped around the corner, wearing an outfit similar to the Commander’s except that it was mostly white. She had the same badge on her chest as Jessica, too. Her light brown eyes smiled along with her wide lips. “How do you feel, Ana?”
Anafenza coughed and shook her head, sitting up all the way. “I know I’ve felt better. Where am I? How do you know me?”
She smiled again. “I’m Doctor Dubois; you’re onboard the Rafale. You came with Jes- Commander St. Peter.” Her cheeks went a little pink at her near misspeak, but Ana didn’t try to understand the reason for the embarrassment. “When you materialized on board you collapsed on the transport pad; we brought you here to the sickbay. It’s sort of a…hospital.”
Anafenza nodded. “How long…have I been sleeping?”
“You were out for most of the day,” came a familiar voice, and Ana turned her head to see both Jessicas step through a double door that had separated with a whoosh. Stormy looked like she was still excited beyond belief to be living in this fantasy. The Commander moved near Dubois, and the two shared a silent look and a smile. “Thanks, JD.”
The Doctor nodded and stepped back around the corner, leaving Ana and the Jessicas. The Commander cleared her throat. “We’re not sure if it had to do with the ‘aether’ in the cavern, or if it is unique to your race, but the scar grew while we were being rescued.”
Anafenza pulled up her top to check underneath, not minding when the two woman glanced away for a moment as she flashed them. Sure enough, the snaking, ivy-like mass of scales reached up beyond her collarbone now, just resting at the base of her neck. It wound down further past her waist; a quick check of her legs rewarded her with more of the scales down nearly to her left knee now. She sighed and shook her head. “I do not know; it’s nothing to do with my race, I know that. The curse expanded?”
“I don’t know about curse, but it certainly helped,” Stormy chimed in, hopping over and settling down at the foot of the bed. She put a comforting hand on Ana’s leg and gave her a small squeeze. “The Commander’s crew says that their transport system was able to find us easier and rescue us because of the beacon you became. It was like you said; you guided them to us.”
Anafenza smiled. “I’m…glad it helped. I don’t know what happened, but I’m glad it helped?” The three of them laughed a little.
“Now to get you two home,” the Commander remarked, and the other two nodded. “We have a theory for how, but we’re still finishing the final simulations. Until then, you’re guests on the Rafale, and I’d like to show you both around.”
Stormy smiled wide and nodded, before suddenly pausing and shaking her head. “Wait…when do you wipe our memories? Don’t you have some kind of ‘temporal prime directive?’”
The Commander shrugged. “We’re willing to make an exception to the policy. Too much has happened, and if I want to remember it, I’m sure both of you would like to as well. I don’t want to take that away.”
Anafenza nodded. “That would be nice, yeah.”
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“I want you to know that it is not always easy to love me. That sometimes my chest is a field full of landmines, and where you went last night, you can’t go tomorrow. There is no manual, there is no road map, no help line you can call; my body does not come with instructions, and sometimes even I don’t know what to do with it. This cannot be easy. But still, you touch me anyway.”
— Ivan E. Coyote (via quotemadness)
Dream Journal 11
((Quickly scrawled on the top of the page in atrocious handwriting is what seems like notes Anafenza has taken during a very rushed research session…))
Vignesang house accused heresy – consorting with dragons unnatural abbilities no transformation allowed? What mean?? House leader – mistress vignesang – tried at witchdrop body not found – assumed guilty of heresy. Rest of house now servants subsumed within Dzamael
Ishgard is full of records. While most literature concerning heretics and their stories were burned or just didn’t exist thanks to the War, records of trials and judgements? Plenty.
Mistress Vignesang was tried on grounds of heresy shortly after one of Nidhogg’s raids on Ishgard some hundred years ago. The woman had been seen on the top of her roof, screaming at the attacking dragons, within a maelstrom-like aura of darkness. She was tried at Witchdrop – meaning they hurled her off a cliff. If she lived, she’d have been considered guilty and struck down; if she died, she couldn’t have been in league with the dragons, and so would have enjoyed Halone’s blessing of pardon in death.
Seriously? Who believes this shite??
They never found her body at the bottom, so it was assumed she transformed into some kind of beast and escaped. Because of her guilt, the house was torn apart; surviving family members became servants to one of the great houses, Dzamael. After that, no more record of the name exists. Nothing outside of that judgement exists, either; whatever history the house had, it was destroyed.
No one at house Dzamael would speak to us. We couldn’t even get past the door guard Given our appearance, I’m sure we were immediately met with distrust despite the dragonsong war being done Any hope of speaking with any descendents is a lost cause for now.
Another dream – Again, the light-covered field. More of the child-like laughter and calling those words again Aenc Tyr The sky was a ablaze with light, but there was no warmth from a sun. It was not unpeaceful, and I awoke with the dawn feeling rested, but I write this to just continue to keep record for my own benefit. I still do not hear the song the others hear, but even my own song – the vignesang’s song, for surely it was HER’S – has grown more faint.
We return to the tower tomorrow. I don’t know about kiratai, but I should be glad to be away from this freezing hell
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Hello! If you’re an active Final Fantasy XIV blog (roleplaying, aesthetic, etc.) could you please reblog this post? It’ll serve as a reference point for people who are looking for new blogs to follow to see who is active from February 11th and onward!
OOC. Color tag, Anafenza.
Rules: Pick four colors you associate with your character. Then use the gif search-function and search for the color. Post one gif for each color. Tag 10 other roleplayers to do this. I can’t do this...but if you like it, then REPOST ! Do not reblog.
PINK (duh)
Grey
Deep Blue
Purple
reblog if you’re 25+ and still roleplay; or if you believe older muns have a place in the rpc and shouldn’t be told to give it up when they turn 30.
i received this anon & i just want to make a point.
Just a simple PSA
Cannon = thing that goes boom
Canon = an event that occurs within a published story
That is Ana completely. Romance isn’t off limits...and she loves to be close to people
Please reblog if you are willing to RP with an Asexual character.
And I don’t mean no romance. I just mean literally no literal sex. Rp all the romance!
I got another art! It turned out so great, thank you again!
pride doodle for @stormscream i completed the other day & almost forgot to share! a bit slow due to IRL reasons, but i’m still doing these for pride!
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