songerein | I've been shaking, waking in the night light

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I've been shaking, waking in the night light

Who: Joshua (

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Which: Open Log
Where: You get to pick! Outskirts of Reverein, Wikki Archives, or Crystal Caves
What: A catch-all for part of October!
Warnings: If you haven’t finished Final Fantasy XVI and/or care about spoilers, don't click that cut text.

No More Playing Flames [OPEN]
[Joshua finds himself practicing at the edge of town—far enough not to hurt anyone, but close enough to seek help if he should need it, if he thinks to ask. He’ll have to see if it’s worth it if he finds himself in a groove. Only time will tell.]

[With a deep breath, he begins to channel this still mysterious power of dreamotion, both familiar and foreign, carrying its own weight distinctive from the magicks of home. As he extends his hand, a fiery glow envelops his fingertips. It dances like flames in the night, ethereal and unpredictable. He's practiced this skill tirelessly, seeking to harness its potential and overcome the fatigue that always follows. He has to become stronger. He has to be able to protect others.]

[And that’s today’s goal. He’s created barriers back in Valisthea, yes, he hasn’t honed the art to accommodate the split-second decisions necessary in battle without Phoenix’s raw power. Not yet, at least.]

[Drawing upon his emotions, he reaches deep into his heart, searching for a source strong enough to bolster his attempts. Although not outwardly emotional, Joshua finds no trouble in tapping into the one well he knows will never run dry: the love he holds for his brother. He remembers their childhood, the laughter, the shared dreams, and their promise to protect each other. He’s already decided that it’s this love, this unbreakable bond, that will fuel his magicks here in Songerein.]

[Now he just has to get them to work in a way that won’t leave him drained.]

[The barrier materializes like a fiery wall, a translucent, otherworldly shimmer that wavers in the air with the intensity of a blazing inferno. His brow furrows in concentration as he infuses it with the strength of his emotions, willing it to hold strong and last longer than before as it crackles with power, a fiery resonance that vibrates through his veins. Still, Joshua can feel the toll on his strength, the way dreamotion saps his energy with every passing second. It's a different kind of fatigue from what he's used to, a weariness that settles deep within his bones. Vastly preferable to coughing up blood after greater manifestations of his power, but not ideal.]

[Regardless, he stands his ground, determined to push the limits of his abilities. The barrier remains stable, its fiery glow unwavering, as if infused with the essence of his love. A sense of accomplishment washes over him, and for a moment, Joshua believes that not only can it contend with the exhaustion, but possibly win. He's making progress, slowly learning to control this enigmatic magic while connecting it to his deepest emotions!]

[But all good things must come to an end. With each passing second, the shimmering wall weakens further. The fiery glow fades to a smoldering ember, and cracks start to appear, like a fragile glass sculpture on the verge of shattering. Desperation takes hold as he struggles to pour more energy into the failing shield, to reignite the fiery glow, but his fatigue proves too heavy an anchor. The barrier sputters and disintegrates into a shower of fading sparks and dissipating flames.]

[Joshua stumbles backward, drained and defeated, his body aching from the effort as he lowers himself to the ground with heavy breaths.]

[He didn’t mean to make such a show, and thankfully there are few civilians who can see him from where he is, but it’s still enough to call attention to anyone curious enough to check up on that peculiar burst of flame.]

Page Against the Machine [OPEN]
[The Songerein Wikki Archives proved far smaller than Joshua initially thought they would be when he first questioned about their existence. However, the treasure trove of information is far from disappointing, and he’s found himself darting in and out of the archive over the course of multiple days, poring over text after text in search of the truth about his noctaere incident.]

[Days that he’s easily spent hour upon hour deep in research. Sure, he could take the books home, and he has a couple of times, but there was something about the atmosphere that made him more productive in his search.]

[Or it would if he could find exactly what he was looking for.]

[Joshua’s tired eyes scan the pages with increasing frustration. The symbols blur together, and the words become a dissonant jumble in his mind. If anyone were to ask, he’d vehemently deny it, but the truth is that he hasn't slept much, if at all. The lines between the past and present practically disappear as fatigue gnaws at his resolve. He's run himself ragged, driven by the need to understand why this incident echoes the burden his body bears back home. He’d trapped that monster within him wholly of his own volition, and he would gladly undertake the task a hundred times over if it meant protecting his brother, but he can’t deny its mental and physical toll.]

[Joshua should have been free of that malady—he certainly was from others—in this form made to traverse dreams, and yet…]

[…he has run into nothing but wall after wall. He’s uncovered plenty regarding the dangers of nightmares and noctaere, the cleansing thereof should one find oneself in possession (in all senses of the word) of one, and how to confront them, but nothing on their unique brand of affinity towards him. Or the other way around.]

[Leaning back in his chair, arms limp in an undignified spread over its sides as if defeated, Joshua huffs his displeasure aloud.]

Founder preserve me, if it is not one thing it is another.

[Lamentations thrive on woe and despair, neither of which are solutions, but they sure feel good when you’re grumpy.]

[This probably isn’t a good impression for anyone meeting him for the first time, and to anyone who’s gotten to know Joshua a little bit over the past month and a half, it’s definitely a change.]

Fortune Favors the Cave [CLOSED TO RYU]
[Joshua's heart pounds in his chest as he and Ryu stand at the entrance of the cave, the glow from the small orb of fire he’s called forth to light their way flickering against the rough, jagged walls. Shrouded in darkness, the deep cavern holds the answers he seeks to the mystery of what has happened to the Orkilins’ precious dreamotion crystals. Despite their undeniable beauty, Joshua can't shake his feelings toward these otherworldly, yet somehow familiar, gems.]

[He remembers his home, where the power of crystals was both revered and feared. They were coveted for their power to cast the magicks that only came naturally to a select few, manipulating the very essence of life. But it was that very power that slowly inched Valisthea into chaos and ruin. The Blight, its swathes of death and decay sprawling across the land like a sickness, was, as far as he and the others knew, the product of the Mothercrystals’ insatiable thirst for aether. Joshua had seen firsthand the destruction crystals could cause. It would be foolish to say this knowledge doesn’t at least partially fuel his determination to uncover the truth behind the recent thefts.]

[As they begin to venture into the cave, the walls seem to close in around them, and the echoes of their footsteps bounce off the rocky terrain. Joshua's eyes remain fixed on the crystal formations, their soft, ethereal glow casting an eerie light. He can't deny their beauty, but it's the knowledge of their potential devastation that keeps his fingers from reaching out to touch them.]

[Joshua's oddly quiet, even for someone as reserved as he is. Ryu may want to break the ice for this one!]

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[Ryu's a little closer to the fire - without touching it - than most might consider comfortable, but then again he's more fire-aspected than anything else himself. He nods, understanding... most of Joshua's words.]

Uh... something like that. I was just wondering... if there was anything living down here.

[He doesn't want to make them mad...]

... I don't want you to have to fight.

[He's not unaware of Joshua's sword, and the fact that he can hold a fireball in midair means he has impressive control over fire. ... But he's also aware of how gentle Joshua seems. Ryu's known love and affection from his friends, yes, but ever since he appeared he's seen countless fights against monsters and beasts that refuse to be reasoned with.]

[He's used to it. He doesn't know anything but survival.]

[Knowing what he does about Ryu's nature, Joshua isn't too worried about him getting close to the mote, although part of him is impressed by the lack of fear regarding magic. He's still not used to that. His fellow Dreamers, however, are slowly habituating him to the concept of not having to hide his abilities outside of battle.]

[Which brings them to Ryu’s intentions. They draw a smile to Joshua’s face, somber and knowing.]

I would prefer to avoid fighting for both our sakes.

[Don’t just fuss over him, Ryu!!! Fuss over yourself, too!]

However, if it is unavoidable, I am ready and willing. Worry not.

[He nods and smiles at Joshua, a little uncertain but there. He's not going to question it - after all, Nina told him much the same thing. He's just worried...]

[... Though speaking of worrying, he peers at the walls. Are those...]

Claw marks. And they're big, too.

[A number of monsters flash through his mind, but... he has no idea which of them could be here. It could be anything, really...]

There's definitely something living here...

[At the mention of the claw marks, Joshua maneuvers his light so he and Ryu can take in the breadth of their depth and length.]

[Clive has brought him on a few hunts following their reunion. A bit of brotherly bonding time as they dodged claws and jaws and the occasional sword. Joshua knows the very basics of tracking various creatures, but he’s far from an expert.]

[Ryu, on the other hand…]

Can you tell which way it was headed?

[He's had to track down a number of creatures, mostly to help people. Cray had taught him the basics of hunting and tracking, but he's not here right now. Ryu studies the marks and makes digging motions with his hands. If the claws are pointed this way, then it's probably headed...]

That way.

[He points down the tunnel, into the darkness.]

I'm pretty sure, at least.

[He's not confident, but it's his best guess. He can't see through the darkness any better than Joshua can, unfortunately.]

[He’s more confident than Joshua is, and that’s good enough for him.]

[He begins to head in the direction that Ryu indicated, careful to tread lightly and deftly around the rocks. The walls here are nearly barren, undoubtedly mined by the Orkilins, similar to the state of the cave around the entrance, where what crystals they could find were small and bunched in clusters unworthy of harvesting. This is definitely not a weird workaround/retcon on the player’s end because she has the working memory and reading comprehension of a small rodent and forgot the description the mods gave her until it was too late.]

[Joshua pauses as another gash catches his eye. The orb of fire raises again to follow its trajectory and his brow furrows quizzically.]

Ryu, is this mark different than the other?

[They're still pretty. These are even prettier, but Ryu's focused now and - huh. Is that crushed crystal they're starting to tread on? The composition of the floor is definitely different. It's a little hard to tell, but Ryu has a hand on his sword and - oh. They've stopped.]

[He takes a moment to breathe and looks at the gash. It's a little hard to tell, but there's a very faint gleam on it. He reaches out to touch it - it's faintly wet.]

The rock couldn't have been out for that long if it's still wet, right? I think we're getting closer. But it does look different... not just moving dirt but clawing at the wall.

[Something about the implications of Ryu’s observations makes the hairs stand up on the back of Joshua’s neck.]

Then we are guests to two separate hosts, it would seem.

[No big deal, right?]

We should continue with more vigilance.

Now it only a matter of which way.

Mm, probably.

[He doesn't sound too worried. He's fought big things - this isn't going to be that much of an issue, right? Right.]

[In the silence with only their breathing he closes his eyes. Is there anything... ah! He opens his eyes and points in a direction, nodding confidently.]

It's got to be this way. It sounds like... digging?

[Which probably means it's big, given that they're traveling through the tunnels as well. He squares his shoulders a little bit and continues, trying to keep himself from worrying. He doesn't want to disturb an animal in its home, but they have to figure out where the crystals are going.]

[No issue at all. Everything will be fine. This is fine. They're totally having fun.]

[Trusting Ryu's intuition, Joshua silently begins in that direction, hand on the hilt of his sword out of cautious habit. He glances down as he treads closer to the crushed crystal, a bemused hum escaping him.]

I didn't see that before... did you?

[He looks over at Ryu.]

I saw something, but I was more worried about the marks on the wall.

[It seemed more important.]

I don't know what could crush the crystal so easily, but it's bound to be strong.

[The sound grows louder as they head through the caverns. Scritchscritcscritch - scraaaape. Scritchscritcscritch - scraaaape. Ryu tries to run through what he might know... someone from the Earth-Eating Tribe? But they're not this big. He sees movement in the distance, though it's too dark to make out any shapes. Just black on black further down the tunnel.]

[It was definitely more important, and Joshua makes sure to reassure Ryu of that with a confident nod.]

[As for that second remark? It draws out a little more of a resigned sigh from Joshua. Strong creatures, in his experience, had no qualms in showcasing that strength when the need arose. Hopefully the two wouldn’t pose enough of a threat to entice such a display, but he’s a realist at heart.]

[Joshua’s grip on his sword tightens.]

[He turns his attention to the scrapes and scuffs up ahead. His eyes have adjusted to the dimness, but not enough to make out what’s ahead. Whatever made those marks will undoubtedly have an advantage over them in the dark. The only way to even the odds would be to shed light in the cavern ahead so they could at least see what they’re up against.]

[But that risks startling what could be an otherwise docile creature. Unlikely, but a slim chance is a chance all the same.]

[Joshua scans around what parts of the area they can see and spies a small outcropping. It’s not much in the way of cover, but, again, they have to take what they can get.]

[He gestures to the structure, a little above waist high, and lowers his voice to a quieter whisper than before.]

Should we hide there while I send out my light?

[Ryu nods, crouching as he moves towards the stone. He moves slowly, carefully... and then a loose bit of rock gets kicked against the cave wall, echoing softly down the tunnel. He winces and ducks behind the cover, ready to jump out if need be.]

[The creature, whatever it is, freezes at the sound. As Joshua's light draws closer a shape can be made out, at least clear enough for the peeking pair to see. It's a giant mole - or some kind of rodent-related creature - and its coat sparkles faintly like the crystals. A larger sparkle can be seen in its mouth, and it stares in the direction of the light.]

[If one were to attempt to read its expression, it looks... vaguely annoyed? Afraid? Both of those things at once? It freezes, ready to run at the slightest movement. Ryu looks at Joshua. That crystal might be useful?]

I don't think I can negotiate with this one...

[Joshua flinches and does his best to remain as still as possible, but there’s not much that can be done. There’s no point in pursuing anything other than damage control.]

[Especially when it looks like diplomacy is off the table.]

[So, he gives a slow, understanding nod as he considers their options, few as they may be.]

I propose we—

[Whatever plans Joshua has are cut short by the sound of renewed scraping. As if their friend is excavating something large.]

[A lot of somethings large.]

…That isn’t good.

... No. It's not.

[He pokes his head out again and - oh that's rock and dirt the thing's moving, he can tell by the noise. He goes to stand up but has to duck as the material starts being flung their way.]

I don't think we can catch it, either.

[Maybe they should just let it get away? But there's that huge crystal -]

[They don't have much more time to think. The movement is starting to head downwards, and it's not likely that they'll have another chance to do much of anything if they don't act soon.]

[The crystal is tempting, and Joshua can't be sure if it's the same as one of the missing seals to the nightmare reactor. Not without getting closer.]

[It's risky, but he has to be sure. This is the whole point of coming down here.]

Mayhap not, but we need to see what it's carrying. Otherwise our expedition is for naught.

[Joshua takes a few deep breaths and, once the latest mound of rock and dirt sails past their location, he slides out from behind their hiding spot and darts forward.]

[He may not be quick enough to catch the giant mole--he wouldn't know what to do with it even if he was--but at least he can try to gather information.]

[He reaches out to try to stop Joshua, but he's already gone. He winces and runs after him, wildly reminded of having to dodge wind gusts when going to see the Wind Dragon. But this is different - this is enclosed and more dangerous.]

[Another clump sails towards him and he ducks underneath it - sometimes there's an advantage to being short. He tries to make it to the next outcropping, because if Joshua needs to find out information then getting closer is what they need. He can see something sparkling in the light -]

[It's moving fast, and Ryu is now certain that they can't catch it - but maybe they can still find out something. Ugh... there's not much he can do at this point except keep dodging.]

[Impulsivity, thy name is Rosfield.]

[In Joshua's eyes, they have their mission. Their job. Their duty. One that was not complete until they could return with something to help the Orkilins' recovery.]

[He'll chastise himself appropriately when the illogic of his actions catch up with him. Until then, he pushes onward, dodging whatever debris he can and hurling magicks at the smaller projectiles that he can't. He coughs through the clouds of dirt obscuring his vision.]

[He just needs one look! One!]

[As the giant mole disappears into the earth, all Joshua can catch a glimpse of is the glitter of the giant crystal.]

No!

[But it's gone.]

[He turns, breathing heavily, covered in loam and dirt to face Ryu, hoping that his friend may have seen something he hasn't.]

[Ryu rushes to Joshua's side, worried about the other. He's cleared a path, now Ryu just has to follow. His own eyes didn't catch much more than Joshua's did, and he reaches out to grab his friend by the arm.]

[He's concerned, yes, but also -]

You need to be more careful. You could have gotten hurt.

[In fact he's going to check the other over to make sure he's fine right now. ... Despite the fact that there's some kind of sound coming from far off - Joshua is more important!]

That--

["--doesn't matter!", is what he was going to say, but the concerned look on Ryu's face halts his words in their tracks. The pause also forces him to actually consider what has transpired.]

...You're right.

[Grounded by the hand on his arm, Joshua takes a moment to recollect himself. His composure resets and the once intense glint in his eyes relaxes into his normal calm. What's done is done. There's no point in giving into anger. He has to remember that.]

[With a reassuring squeeze to Ryu's hand, Joshua slowly pulls his arm out of his friend's grip so he can better face him.]

I'm sorry for worrying you.

[He nods and leans in, resting his head against the other's shoulder.]

I want you to be safe. We can figure out information other ways. We can't replace you, okay? I just...

[Wait. What's that sound? He pulls back and looks around - there's a slight shaking to the ground, as if something large is coming towards them.]

[Ryu turns to guard Joshua, sword out and ready to either slice or cast magic. The rumbling gets louder and louder...]

Be ready, I don't know what this is -

[Oh.]

[That's what it feels like.]

[As a child Joshua would often cling to his older brother. Such a simple, instinctual action brought immeasurable comfort regardless of how distressed he felt. As an adult, he found himself embracing the rare chance to lean against Clive, as if the brief gestures could make up for nearly two decades apart. During that painful time, he didn't have many chances to reciprocate such notions with anyone. Yes, he appreciated the rare occasion where he shared such quiet moments with Jote, but those were treasures of a different sort, precious in their own way.]

[He never had the chance to provide this kind of basic comfort, and here Ryu was, seeking it as easily as he once did so long ago. Joshua could see the way he raises his hand to gently pat Ryu's shoulder as an obligation, but he understands, truly, that it's a privilege.]

[Is this how Clive felt? Is this how he feels now?]

[Joshua opens his mouth to share some kind of reassurance, something his big brother would've said to him.]

[But the chance doesn't come.]

[He's not surprised. No matter the realm, enemies exemplify impeccably poor timing.]

[Without hesitation, Joshua pulls Burning Thorn out of its sheathe. With what little time they have before their opponent arrives, he directs his fire orb to hover against the roof of the cavern. It's not as good as daylight, but at least they won't be fighting completely blind.]

[He centers himself and calls upon his dreamotion. The fingers on his free hand thrum with energy ready to strike forth in an instant, and not a moment too soon.]

[The rumble that Ryu caught earlier resonates again throughout the cavern, casting pebbles wet with stagnant water like dice clattering around the pair.]

[The air hangs still. Quiet.]

[Then, with another roll, menacing in its subtlety, their host finally introduces itself. A pair of mandibles, each hook easily the size of a man, followed by an unsettling whisper of movement, shadowy tendrils snaking their way amidst broken rock and shards of crystal.]

[A massive centipede, with a chitinous exoskeleton glistening malevolently in the scant light of Joshua's flame, and its countless legs clicking and scraping against the cavern floor rises before them, glowering down at Ryu and Joshua, undoubtedly sizing up its next meal.]

...I don't suppose you can negotiate with this one?

[The comfort is nice, and while he doesn't know all of Joshua's thoughts behind the gesture it's still appreciated. Nina would comfort him sometimes when he woke from dreams of emptiness and wandering, her gentle hand on his shoulder as he jolted awake. It's nice to feel it again, even if it's not from Nina.]

[But as the monster bursts through the rock Ryu is ready for it. His free hand clenches and he shakes his head at the idea of negotiation. This one... it's not an animal - or at least, not fully one. He gets the sense that Snap - a skill that works better on insect-type creatures - isn't going to work on this one either.]

[He has to fight. There's no chance to get away, not with how fast the thing has already proven to be. Ryu grits his teeth and lifts his sword, but not to strike with it - instead he seems to use it to channel some energy, wheeling around and whipping a flame towards the insect. It...]

[... doesn't seem impressed. The flame disperses along the carapace, and the creature tilts its head. It almost looks offended, if a centipede even could look offended.]

[That doesn't bode well.]

[If Ryu's flame means nothing to the monster, then Joshua has little reason to believe his own will fare any better, unless implemented in a different way. Normally, this is where his strategic discrenment would come into play, but the air is so thick with darkness, it's hard to think.]

[No. That isn't darkness. Not in the typical sense. It wouldn't feel like a thin veneer of ice was encroaching on his heart if it were.]

[Joshua braces himself, resigned to yet another stab of pain at the behest of a noctaere, but it doesn't come.]

[Odd. Not unwelcome, but odd.]

[He tries to recall his research. Noctaere proliferate where nightmare energy prospers, nightmare energy prospers when enough nightmares emerge--or when a reactor breaks down.]

[Then is this creature a result of the recent accident? No, it's far too in-control. Intimidating as it is, there's nothing to suggest their foe is any more sentient or willful than any common animal, other than that look it gives Ryu. The centipede may not have eyes, but its body language does well enough to convey its attitude, and its intentions. More importantly, it doesn't outright attack. It's planning--and he's sure they're not going to like exactly what that plan is.]

[There's also the matter of how easily it shrugged off Ryu's power. Noctaere fall against enough dreamotion. If the centipede felt nothing, then that lends further credence to the possibility that it's no noctaere.]

[But there's no way to be sure and Joshua's fogged mind doesn't have the time nor the capacity to theorize further. They'll have to test on the fly if they're to reach any answers on how to get out of this fight alive.]

Ryu! Your sword!

[His sword? Ryu glances at it and shrugs. Yes, it's probably more of a physical attacking sort of situation. It could be that his flame was too weak, his control over dreamotion not solidified enough - but either way he doesn't have much in the way of options. He could -]

[No. Not that. Not yet.]

[Instead he braces himself as the creature charges, jumping to the side to keep himself from getting knocked over. He twists and slashes, cutting through a few of the creature's legs. He can feel... some kind of energy that makes his skin crawl. Is that nightmare energy? He's not sure. What he is sure about is that - wait.]

[Joshua is still -]

Watch out!

[The sudden loss of a few limbs has probably caused the creature to go off-balance. Shit, he shouldn't have left the other exposed -]

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