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Yuber ([personal profile] eightfoldfiend) wrote in [community profile] aionooc 2022-07-30 10:36 pm (UTC)

Yuber | Suikoden | Firebrand (Going to Kenoma)

I. THE DREAM

[Yuber had been withdrawing from the world, pulling his soul back from the realm of humanity into the familiar chill of the World of Emptiness. But when he opens his eyes that world seems to be lifetimes away.

What meets him is definitely empty but it is not the barren landscape of the World of Emptiness. It is a churning void of colors and stars.

He stares upward at the infinite firmament, thoughts unreadable from his distant expression. Stars have never been beautiful to him. They are the sparks of the cosmos, marks of the law of order. A place for everything, everything in its place.

Slowly, his mismatched gaze lowers to stare down the churning pathways before him. One seems to lead into the light. Deep down, he feels that light calling to him. The pull is not unlike the longing of the True Runes. Despite their war, they want to become one and return the world to darkness. This light will consume him, just like the Runes wanted to.

So he starts walking down the shadowed path. Better to face oblivion than become one with the forces that have plagued him throughout his long existence. He would rather die than become order. He'd rather be nothing.

Unlike some of the other travelers, people will see him march down the shadowed path with confident purpose, taking comfort in the ruin around him. Or, at least, he outwardly seems to take comfort in it.

Sometimes he stops and looks around. The longer he walks the more he feels himself fray at the edges. Must he come undone, he wonders? Being alive had so been so much fun.

Maybe if he kills someone, maybe if he hears screams, he will come back to himself.

Anyone who is feeling afraid may see him looking their way, studying them with cold, reptilian eyes.]


II. REBIRTH: FIREBRAND

[Yuber slowly drifts into wakefulness. Having never slept before he isn't sure at first what is the lingering remnants of a dream and what is reality. Every sensation he has is thin, wispy, and barely there.

The world had been twisting and giving away around him. Blackness had filled his vision and his mind, had twisted his heart. Everything had been sinking into oblivion, including himself.

Now, suddenly, he breathes again, but the air is stifling. For a moment he wonders if he has been trapped between dimensions. A heartbeat later and he realizes he is encased in something. He thrashes, digging his fingernails into the material laying against his body until he finally manages to claw his way free with a satisfying crackle and shatter.

The crystal blows violently outward as he emerges, staggers, then drops to his hands and knees.

Weak. He is so weak.

Somehow his world is dead, he is dead, all of creation is in ruin and yet he still breathes.

Stupid.

There is a shifting sound close by and Yuber realizes there is someone else in the room. Many someones, in fact.

He will lash out with one arm and grab the nearest person without looking up.]


Where am I?

[His low voice is dark and unpleasant, not because he is trying to sound menacing, but because it is always dark and unpleasant.]

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