the first meeting

[dalmascanecrol]

[ It almost seemed the Primal had beckoned them. Alphinaud, Papalymo, Yda and Urianger had come to investigate Alexander, and there had been a large open passage. They'd all entered together, and there was a city. After a bit of navigation, though...

...there was a Primal standing in the center of the town. Well, it looked like a Primal to all those who could see it, the four who presented themselves inside. They looked like a being of pure Light, eying the four.

But it seems they won't make the first move. Not yet. ]

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[readypunch]

Nymeia did say…. Uh, so how old are you, then? Can I ask?

[he's still here, though! And- she probably owes him some sort of favour, at least.]. People you served? And- that sounds sad. Because- of Time? Or- because you're a Deity?

[gentlegigas]

...This is going to sound ironic, but I have lost track of my age. [ there is a soft laugh from him, before he shook his head. ]

Because I am a Deity, and he is tired of them. But-- I did not simply serve my Princess - she was my descendant. Long ago, I procreated.

[readypunch]

Oh! Well- that's far longer than I'd have ever dreamed of, then. [a little smile!]

Ah… and so he doesn't want to talk to you? Maybe… maybe he'll change his mind. [she reaches out to touch his hand- gasping a little at that.]. Oh! Then- she's more precious, huh?

[gentlegigas]

She is. My dear Ashelia... ah. Her name was used by another in Ivalice, the royal of this Dalmasca. But it's not her. Their souls did not feel similar. And yet, I dedicated myself to her... and she still died.

[readypunch]

So- maybe she was remembered a little, huh? Oh…. I think your Ashelia would probably have appreciated it! I don't suppose it was old age…?

[gentlegigas]

The Garlean Empire. [ It's so simply said, looking deep into the very aether of Yda. Lil terrifying. ] And another pale imitation of one I knew - the brother of my current soul.

[ Nymeia fills in a little, though, since. Uh. Can't just get Igeyorhm to fill in. ] The whole soul thing is, uh, Belias is two beings? And so, a Spoken needs to be sacrificed or he'll go mindless and mess everything up!

[readypunch]

Of course. I'm sorry. [she fluffs up a little, worried.]. Your current soul…?

Oh- really? That's- that sounds unusual! Do you get along- I guess you must. What's their name?

[gentlegigas]

...Basch. His name is Basch. He's a good man, though his sacrifice was not his choice. We've been together since before our Star fell.

[readypunch]

Basch? That's a good name. I- it was a sacrifice? But- it sounds like you've done well together- you've come this far, after all!

[gentlegigas]

To join with me, he was murdered by his former lover - desperate to awaken me. [ Said so dryly, as Belias goes a little quiet. ]

...The souls have been switched. Soon, your sibling will stir - though her soul is still injured.

[readypunch]

That- um. That's got to be cruel- why was he that desperate? For… your powers?

[she moves to sit beside Lyse- ah, in her own body now- stroking her hair.]

From using the Auracite- right?

[gentlegigas]

Empires are cruel - one was trying to destroy our home back then. There had to be a way to defend them... I think that's what he was thinking.

[ But Belias shifts his thinking, time to focus on Lyse. Who is whimpering a little. ] Yes, from the Auracite. A Hume-- Hyur body cannot handle what she has done already. I have an idea on how to mend this - however, it will also mean she can no longer use Auracite.

[readypunch]

Another one? I… guess I can understand the thinking, a little. Still… wouldn't it have hurt?

[she holds her sister a little closer, eyes dropping.] So she can't- she won't be able to stay like this, will she? I… that might be for the better. I mean- she probably won't want to, but… I'm worried.

[gentlegigas]

Worried...? She is addicted, then. The Stone is cruel, whispering to those who are weak willed. Lying and claiming it will give what one desires. What is it she desires?

[readypunch]

I… I think so. She kept talking- well- I think she wants to be needed. To be someone who can do things- someone who's not just my little sister.

[gentlegigas]

...You smell cursed, as well. [ Belias then says, leaning in close. ] You both carry a burden beyond being tainted with darkness.

[readypunch]

Cursed? I- well- there's seemed to be something weird about our family- some of us sleep really easily, and… well. For a long time.

…I think she wants to fight that, too.

[gentlegigas]

...Hm. That would be frightening. I do not know if I can cure that now... for I do not know the origin. [ huh. even now, belias wishes to help. even with all this sorrow. ] You see where I am, do you not? A Glyph.

[readypunch]

It- it is, yeah. I think I might've lost a couple of years in there…? [she looks a little cheered, though she shakes her head.]. I don't know either- I'm not sure where we'd start. [it's very kind!]. The circle?

[gentlegigas]

I wish to be summoned to figure this out, in your reflection. [ He's looking around a little, making sure they all hear. ] Perhaps I can aid... for if this burden involves Auracite, should I not help? Auracite was birthed on my Star.

[readypunch]

Oh! For us to do that? I see- that'd make it easier, wouldn't it? Thank you. I don't know for certain- but anything you can do, I appreciate it. What did Auracite do there? Aside from whisper to people?

[gentlegigas]

Auracite holds us Esper in check - a prison made by the Occuria, from when we rebelled. But we all wish for our freedom, and so will control and destroy the mind of whoever it can.

...So that we can have them. Though I cannot tell who is within this stone.

[readypunch]

Made to contain you- I get it. And that's… I mean, that's cruel, but I get it…. If someone restrained me, I'd want to fight.

Would that mean… taking her body…? You can't- is there a way to tell?

[gentlegigas]

If we could get it to choose another target, then we could summon the being within-- hm. Your realm is one of Darkness, is it not?

[readypunch]

That's- yeah, I'm pretty sure we are! We're… looked after more by Zodiark, anyhow. But who would we get it to choose?