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[Action | Raithwall's Tomb | One Week Ago]

[So he really couldn't help himself. There had been some strange book on the table and Ceodore picked it up to see what it was. He thought it might be a gift from Ursula or something. Next thing he knew, there was a glaring light and then Outside Burning Sun. He's gotten used to the sun over the last few months he and Ursula spent governing the Skysea but this feels much hotter and intense.

He holds a hand up to shade his eyes so he can see and what he makes out is familiar. The tomb where Ursula arrived on Gaia. But why in the world is he here? Makes no sense at all. For a moment he suspects another bout with Memoria but that doesn't feel right either. He's alone, and definitely not experiencing a memory. Weird. These things weren't supposed to happen anymore. Not since they settled the Garland/Chaos problem months ago.

He reaches in his pocket for his skyphone to call Ursula first, then his parents. Mother will fret herself sick if she thinks he's gone missing. It's not working. Great. Off in some obscure part of the continent, phone is busted, not a moogle in sight.

Inside the tomb really isn't the best place to get out of the sun, but it's miserable cooking in one's own armor, so he turns to seek out the shelter of the derelict castle at the opposite end of the valley... only to find nothing more than an earthen corridor.]

Hey what gives?

[At this point though, shade is shelter and deserts are really hot. So Ceodore makes quickly for the narrow path into the rock. He follows it for a while until it opens up into what almost looks like a beach. Or it would if there weren't some sort of liquid sand spreading out to the horizon.]

Whoa...

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[The Nam-Yensa Sandsea is not a welcoming place for any unused to the high temperature and harsh environment. It's certainly not a place Mjrn enjoys on any level, as the sky overhead is either too bright or full of sand that got everywhere. Though she doesn't regret her decision to finally leave the Wood, for a fleeting moment there's a powerful wave of nostalgia, as she would have given almost anything to be sheltered under Her trees. Almost.

At any rate, her mark isn't going to hunt itself. The handsome price offered for the defeat of her winged target would be more than enough to replenish her supplies, not to mention gain her greater respect within the clan. It has to be in the area, somewhere nearby, so she'll just have to keep searching.

And then the scent of hume reaches her, startling the Viera who thought she was alone. A competitor, perhaps? The sound of armor seems to support that idea, though she has to wonder how long they will last within it. Wary but curious, the young Viera woman heads in the direction of that scent. She'll see the hume before they see her, and hopefully gauge what kind she is dealing with.]

[Ceodore continues to clunk out of the corridor to stare at what lays before him. He remains oblivious that there might be anyone else around, and he is equally unaware of the creature that followed him out of the rift.. which he also didn't happen to see. If he had any notion of the levels of danger pinching in from either side, he might be more attentive to his surroundings. But it's a failing of his that he tends to get tunnel vision, something his father has upbraided him for more than once.

He squints into the glare of the open sunlight again, and as protection against sudden and unwanted gusts of sand. Something's moving out there, though he cannot tell what. What he's not seeing is any form of shelters or habitation. Just rolling dunes and sand and more sand and a vague shape far off in the distance. Maybe. It's so hard to tell. Might just be a mirage.

How does Edward live in temperatures like this all the time?

He sighs and runs a hand down his face. Now he sees nothing but landscape. Which means home and his fiancée are further away than he was hoping.]

[Ceodore might oblivious, but Mjrn certainly isn't. Her eyes widen in alarm as she hears the flapping of wings and spots the creature almost at the same time as she does the lone hume. Her reaction -to rush toward the danger instead of away from it- happens before she can really think about it, acting on pure instinct to defend another.]

Behind you!

[And with that, she casts Thunder, hoping to divert its attention long enough for the hume to at least draw his sword.]

[Thunder is just enough to do the trick. Ceodore whips around to see the Garuda-Egi barreling in on them both. He recognizes the creature and is somehow unsurprised it's here... again. There's something very familiar about the tall Hummingway also, but there's not time to put those pieces together. He draws his sword, very sorry that he didn't have his bow on him as well. It would have helped.]

Can you do that again?

[Not that he wants to use this rabbitlady as monster bait, but it'll buy him the time to try something. Mostly he's digging into his inner strength so he can get enough of a leap off the ground to try to drive the creature down. If he can force it to hit the dirt, it'll be easier to dispose of.]

[Mjrn responds with a quick nod, not wasting time as she renews her spellcasting. Thankfully she has her Storm Staff, which amplifies her spell. The resulting shriek hurts her ears and makes her wince, but the pain is worth buying them some time. It then lunges at Mjrn, so her time as bait has run out. She scrambles back, but really doesn't have the time to cast again before it will reach her.]

[Fortunately, Ceodore got enough airbound to get over the Garuda and point his sword directly into the base of the creatures neck in his downward descent. It's risky as hell and sends them both crashing hard into the ground, but at least it'll prevent the avian from mauling Mjrn.

Hitting terra firma knocks him off the creature's back with a loud and pained 'OOF!'. He rolls over in the sand, getting pretty well coated in the stuff and tries to push himself back upright and onto his feet. Thanks to tapping into his Lunarian heritage, he's far less hurt in the crash landing than he might have been otherwise. But that strength won't last much longer.]

[That sound makes Mjrn wince again, this time in sympathy for the poor hume boy. Hoping to bolster his defenses a little, she casts Protect on him to prevent a repeat of that incident. Then she tries her best to focus on bringing down the creature as soon as possible. They can attend to anything else afterward. With that in mind, she backs up and begins casting Thunder anew.]

[Nothing quite says uncomfortable as fighting with sand in your boots and armor under a blistering sun. Still the Protect is much appreciated and Ceodore nods to Mjrn in gratitude for it. Back on his feet, he wants to take advantage of his temporary boost in strength. He takes hold of his sword in both hands and jams it into the Garuda's wing before it can take flight again. It won't be a mortal wound, but it should keep the creature earthbound so attacking it is easier for both of them.

Magic being lobbed at it is a great help as well. Might have been a point in time where he would have insisted that she let him fight the battle on his own, but time has been a decent teacher in that aspect. Sometimes battles are best fought with allies.

The only true downside to grounding the Garuda is it is now in far closer range to them both than if were were still flying. And its wild and angry lashing is its own brand of danger.]

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[Mjrn notes her companion's skill with some admiration, glad that her expectations were defied. A lone hume who seemed oblivious to the beast's approach did not seem long for this world. But due to his actions, and hers, they at least have a chance.

That danger is certainly noted, as Mjrn does her best to stay outside its range. Even so, she quickly casts Protect on herself, should her efforts not be enough. She takes a moment to use Libra as well, but the result is frustrating as she knows several elemental spells...but not the dark ones. Sigh. Bombarding it with Thunder and Blizzard seems the best course, in light of that, since at least it's not immune or resistant to either.]

[Ceodore will be no help in the dark element arena either. He might not have quite made up his mind on following in his father's paladin footsteps, but this kid is pretty much the furthest thing to darkness aligned as one can find.

Still, if he's going to fight on, he's gotta get his sword pulled out of the Garuda's wing, which he manages to do as roughly as possible. Its his intention to inflict enough of a wound that it cannot fly once it is no longer pinned down. Must have done the job well enough, since it begins thrashing even more angrily than before but doesn't take to the sky.

Ceodore moves in to stab at its vulnerable sides. One really good blow to give a focused target for Mjrn's spells to land. He gets the weapon in good and deep, but the creature's resultant pain causes it to thrash and flail, knocking him backwards to slide across the sands. The sword stays embedded, the knightling on the other hand? Notsomuch.]

[The wound is noted, and yet Mjrn can't help but focus on the young knight first. She casts Cure, hoping that will help him enough to get back on his feet. There's no time for anything more, as the Garuda isn't going to be patient for either of them. Concentrating, she focuses on another Thunder spell, intent on gaining its attention or (more preferably) ending the conflict.]

[Don't worry too much, Mjrn! Ceodore's got a few talents: he can use a few weapons; got a little white magic to use; very adept at falling, being knocked around, faceplanting... and then somehow keep ticking. Although her Cure couldn't have come at a better time, that extra boost of strength he's using won't last much longer and he doesn't want to waste it. Nor does he particularly want to embarrass himself by falling over like he's done in the past.

Scrambling to his feet, he bashes Garuda in the head with his shield to addle its senses long enough for him to dive under its wing and yank his weapon out of its side. The exit wounding expands the space for the magic to hit and should end the creature. Meanwhile, he's starting to cast Cura on himself. He can feel the added drive fading and now seems like a lousy time to pass out.]

[Noting that her companion's strength is not what it was, Mjrn heads over as soon as she's certain the creature isn't moving. She tops off that Cura spell with another Cure of her own.]

Do you need more healing? What did you do?

I'm ok.

[He hasn't faceplanted in front of a nice girl. Everything is mostly fine. Except for being incredibly ravenous now. He scratches at the back of his head with a sheepish grin.]

It's... kinda complicated.

[Which means if he knew exactly what it is he'd done, he'd absolutely blurt it out because he's got very little filter. Best guess anyone's had is that it's some sort of trace of his Lunarian heritage. But spouting off that his grandfather came from the moon isn't one of those things he's supposed to be openly sharing. He's come to be proud of his lineage, but even he recognizes it's not entirely normal.]

Thanks for the help... ah... Mjrn, right?

[It's been a very long time since they spoke, but he remembers well enough being shot at by a group of angry Viera and falling out of their village. She was the only one who didn't seem determined to kill him for intruding.]

[Mjrn stops and stares, because....]

Yes, but how do you know this? We have not met. Are you a new member to Clan Centurio?

[Very new, because she's there often enough to know all the other members.]

Clan what?

[Is he talking about her people? Because he's pretty sure they wanted him dead. They were pretty angry. Maybe something happened to her memory when those Lucavi killed her at Pinnacle Rock. He never really found out what happened to her after that.

Ceodore shakes his head a little. No point making an issue of this. It's really his own fault for not keeping up better.]

Sorry, nevermind. Uh, but can I borrow your phone? Mine's not working.

Clan Centurio; it is a hunter's clan, based in Rabanastre. I have been a member for some years. I thought perhaps you new of the hunt in this area....

[She trails off, looking at him oddly.]

My...phone? What do you mean?

You know, from the moogles?

[He pulls his skyphone out to show Mjrn. This is really really strange. Then again, he's looking around and something's not quite right.]

Hey, uh... where'd that old castle go? The weird upside down one?

[Because that was kinda here the last time he was out at Raithwall's Tomb collecting Ursula. Sadly the irony is lost on Ceodore.]

[Mjrn's continuing to stare at him like that, because...yeah, not making any sense. She glances to the phone and shakes her head.]

There is no castle nearby, especially not one which you describe. Nor are such devices known to Ivalice.

Ivalice? Like... Basch's Ivalice?

[Or Larsa or the Lady Ashe. There's a sick in the pit of his stomach feeling right now. Princess Ashe had said the tomb was from her world and that of one of her ancestors. Having been jerked out of his own home before, he's figuring out very quickly that he's quite possibly now been jerked away from Gaia. Not good. Exceptionally not good.]

[Another odd look. Why do you keep saying things that provoke it, Ceodore?]

You...you know Basch? Captain Basch, from Dalmasca?

[Side effect of being a derpling, sadly. He causes a lot of those.]

Y-yes?

[Or well, he knew and respected the man on Gaia. But if Mjrn doesn't know or remember, would Captain Basch or anyone else? He's being kinda rude though, putting her at a disadvantage by knowing her name and not offering his own.]

Sorry. I uh, I'm Ceodore of the Red Wings.

[Even if he's not on his own world anymore, or even Gaia, he doesn't need those things to lay claim to that. And its easier than going into details about his parents or nation.]

Kind of not from around here.

The...yes, I see that.

[Mjrn's starting to look worried about him.]

Have you been in the sun overlong? I would not wish you to get heat sickness.

[If he doesn't have it already, which she's could easily believe.]

N-no. I'm fine.

[Not entirely the truth. He's obviously already starting to turn quite pink. Moonperson skin in desert sun isn't a great combination.]

I don't think I'm getting Desert Fever.

[Then again, he wouldn't know. He's only heard about it and that you shouldn't push too hard in a desert, and plenty of rest, etc. What he does have is a loudly rumbling stomach. He's always hungry, it seems like, but especially right now after tapping into that latent Lunarian strength. He can almost hear Porom's nagging and his mother panicking.

He is very hot, though. Ceodore squints at the distance, trying to figure out what those big circular objects are beyond the rocks.]

[She eyes him carefully, then shakes her head.]

Even so, in such attire and without proper supplies in the Sandsea, you would soon gain it. You emerged from the Gate Crystal nearby, did you not? I can use it to guide you to Rabanastre.

[It will mean postponing her hunt, but she's not about to let someone suffer for it. Besides, she has teleport crystals to spare and can return soon enough.]

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