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FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Day 2: Horizon

Horizon: The limit of a person's mental perception, experience, or interest.

Two figures stood amongst ancient, crumbling ruins deep within the twisting forests of The Black Shroud. To the untrained eye, they were no more than a pair of adventurers. These two, however, were far more than that.

The shorter of the two, though not by much, stared forward into the darkness. Their eyes sharp and focused and…unblinking. Unsettling, to most. They giggled occasionally, eyes never leaving the darkness ahead. The man next to them watched quietly, glancing between the darkness and the strange person next to him. He fidgeted a bit, tossing a sideways glance to the nearly translucent figure that floated next to him. She too seemed as confused as him, whispering in a language nearly lost to time. 

The confused man, a half-Viera named Zetoichi, strained to see or hear *anything* in front of them to cause the shorter figure, an eclectic Vieran known as Arne, to pause and stare. While experienced in the supernatural, as evidenced by the spectre floating calmly next to him, he simply could not sense *anything* here. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead and he spoke softly, hoping for some kind of explanation. “Are you…uh….seeing something, Arne?” Arne giggled louder, finally turning his gaze to Zetoichi. With a slow turn of their head, they grinned at the man in what was perhaps a friendly manner. But it certainly was not.

“Do you not see them, little Onmyoji? They’re right there! They’re saying all sorts of funny things~” More sweat. Zetoichi glanced back at the darkness. Nothing. He looked to his ghostly companion. She shrugged as well, equally confused. Helplessly, he turned back. “I’m sorry but I don’t think there’s anything ther–” Arne shushed him loudly, holding a finger up and physically placing it against his lips. 

“Silence, foolish boy. Perhaps if you’d broaden your horizons beyond what you think is possible, you’d come to know them as I do.��

Keeping their finger against the taller man’s lips, much to his discomfort, Arne held their free hand out a moment. Stillness. Before a small blue flicker appeared. It hovered over their palm, soft light dancing shadows across the pair. And then another appeared. And another. And more. Slowly, the darkness was illuminated a ghastly blue as small wisps danced around the ruins. 

Whispers echoed around them, not quite words to Z’s ears. Arne seemed to understand them though as they smiled and hummed. They moved away from Z, walking towards the wisps and mumbling to them. After a moment, Arne turned slowly, tilting their head and giving Z a wicked grin. 

“A new lesson for you, my friend. I leave you with this; Allow yourself to not only hear them but understand them. Can you manage?” Arne laughed maniacally as the clearing suddenly plunged into darkness. The wisps disappeared and along with them, Arne. Their laugh echoed around a now thoroughly stressed Z before fading completely, leaving him in the dark of the ruins. Alone.  He felt a thud against his head as his ghostly companion began lecturing him loudly, swinging the sheath of his katana at him for being dumb enough to make such weird friends.

Thank you @shadesofblades for letting me borrow Z for this~!

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Day 4: Danger A new subject joins VierApril :D!

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Day 8: Relinquish

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FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Day 10: Stable (Makeup Day)

Stable: (Of a person) sane and sensible; not easily upset or disturbed.

“Y-You’re insane!!”

“I’m perfectly stable, I assure you. You are simply too dense to understand.”

The hyur man scooted across the damp and jagged stone, trying to hold the end of his spear towards *whatever* this man who approached him was. This..person. They moved like shadows through the ruins. Silent, save for the echoing laughter that bubbled from them every so often. Piercing blue eyes stared down at the man. There was a smile on their face but it was *anything* but friendly. Their eyes were wide. Unblinking as they leaned down, putting their face right in front of the spear tip. “Best make it count, thief. I’ll only give you one chance~”  A giggled bubble up as the man yelled and lunged forward, spear dissipating the mist-like form in front of him. A decoy. A cold sweat ran down his forehead as the laughter went quiet. He couldn’t hear the movement of the other until a clawed hand grabbed his collar, pulling him up roughly before throwing him against the dilapidated wall. That clawed glove grabbed his throat, cutting off any words that might’ve been forming. The smile was gone and the Viera’s stare was cold. Leaning in, he whispered,

“We don’t take kindly to *thieves* around here, you poor fool. Such a shame I’ll have to make an example of you.” Clawed hands squeezed with surprising strength, and the struggle within the man faded as his body went limp. With a scoff, Arne tossed it to the ground, retrieving the stolen artifacts from the man’s satchel. Arne looked around to the wisps of light that had been following him.

“Don’t worry friends, I’ll put it back now. Eventually their self preservation will outweigh their greed.”

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Day 17: Energy -- Believe it or not, this is Arne lol

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Beautiful addition by @shadesofblades for these idiots

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Day 1: Steer 2: Horizon

Horizon: The limit of a person's mental perception, experience, or interest.

Two figures stood amongst ancient, crumbling ruins deep within the twisting forests of The Black Shroud. To the untrained eye, they were no more than a pair of adventurers. These two, however, were far more than that.

The shorter of the two, though not by much, stared forward into the darkness. Their eyes sharp and focused and…unblinking. Unsettling, to most. They giggled occasionally, eyes never leaving the darkness ahead. The man next to them watched quietly, glancing between the darkness and the strange person next to him. He fidgeted a bit, tossing a sideways glance to the nearly translucent figure that floated next to him. She too seemed as confused as him, whispering in a language nearly lost to time. 

The confused man, a half-Viera named Zetoichi, strained to see or hear *anything* in front of them to cause the shorter figure, an eclectic Vieran known as Arne, to pause and stare. While experienced in the supernatural, as evidenced by the spectre floating calmly next to him, he simply could not sense *anything* here. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead and he spoke softly, hoping for some kind of explanation. “Are you…uh….seeing something, Arne?” Arne giggled louder, finally turning his gaze to Zetoichi. With a slow turn of their head, they grinned at the man in what was perhaps a friendly manner. But it certainly was not.

“Do you not see them, little Onmyoji? They’re right there! They’re saying all sorts of funny things~” More sweat. Zetoichi glanced back at the darkness. Nothing. He looked to his ghostly companion. She shrugged as well, equally confused. Helplessly, he turned back. “I’m sorry but I don’t think there’s anything ther–” Arne shushed him loudly, holding a finger up and physically placing it against his lips. 

“Silence, foolish boy. Perhaps if you’d broaden your horizons beyond what you think is possible, you’d come to know them as I do.”

Keeping their finger against the taller man’s lips, much to his discomfort, Arne held their free hand out a moment. Stillness. Before a small blue flicker appeared. It hovered over their palm, soft light dancing shadows across the pair. And then another appeared. And another. And more. Slowly, the darkness was illuminated a ghastly blue as small wisps danced around the ruins. 

Whispers echoed around them, not quite words to Z’s ears. Arne seemed to understand them though as they smiled and hummed. They moved away from Z, walking towards the wisps and mumbling to them. After a moment, Arne turned slowly, tilting their head and giving Z a wicked grin. 

“A new lesson for you, my friend. I leave you with this; Allow yourself to not only hear them but understand them. Can you manage?” Arne laughed maniacally as the clearing suddenly plunged into darkness. The wisps disappeared and along with them, Arne. Their laugh echoed around a now thoroughly stressed Z before fading completely, leaving him in the dark of the ruins. Alone.  He felt a thud against his head as his ghostly companion began lecturing him loudly, swinging the sheath of his katana at him for being dumb enough to make such weird friends.

Thank you @shadesofblades for letting me borrow Z for this~!