Repel wore off! A wild Catch-All appeared!

[belligerentwarrior]

WHO: Freya and various others
WHERE: Also varies
WHEN: Late July and onward
WHAT: Vaaaries
WARNINGS: Violence in one thread when dragons get involved

A catch-all for several threads to keep the comm uncluttered. If you want to contact me for any reason, PM this journal or PP me at gsdragono

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[belligerentwarrior]

Her skin tingled almost numbly under that blue glow, specifically over the scrapes from her fall and the rakes of claws that broke through the barrier. It dampened the pain, just a little.

Then Freya felt it again, another spike of thought from the metal beast. More displeasure and disappointed, this time under a curtain of strong irritation—almost hate, directed at the tonberry. It reached up to pry the vicious little creature off, and Freya took the opportunity to leap in with a strike of her own—which was a mistake. The claws swung back and her shoulder and chest erupted into lines of pain.

Abruptly, the creature backed off, straightening out of its aggressive haunch. Freya was too preoccupied with the three thin streaks of red blooming across her shirt to notice it waving a clawed hand. Another ball of light sailed towards her, but nothing happened—save that everything stopped hurting. And she didn't seem to be bleeding.

The beast turned it's head towards Pen and waved again, making the same ball of light as the last one.

It was incredibly disappointed, like one would be with an unruly child.

[mincingminuet]

Tonberry vanishes as soon as the monster pries it loose, Penelope recalling him before it can do any more damage to her friends. It's as much reflex as it is anything, but a part of her can feel the creature's energy waning and instinctively she knows better than to risk it.

She doesn't miss the balls of light, and rises to her feet intending to at least go out standing. Only, instead of a fatal blow...she feels better. A little stiff and cold maybe, but not pained...

"What...the hell?!"

Walking closer, over to her partner, she shoots the monster a glare.

"You try and kill us, then heal us? What the fuck are you?"

[belligerentwarrior]

Freya, on the other hand, was still trying to process what happened. The claws had been a shock, and to have the pain gone, just like that, was an equal shock.

But after Pen fields her question, the taller woman's head snaps up, focusing on the metal creature. "—What?" It seems to regard her for a moment, making a gesture with a clawed hand, then floats off towards the apartment.

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

[mincingminuet]

"Freya, what the fuck just happened?"

Stamping her foot, Pen glares after the creature, the pain of her injuries vanishing the furthest thing from her mind. A part of her just...can't reconcile that this thing just rolled up, hurt them, and then stopped for some reason.

"Do you know what that thing is?"

[belligerentwarrior]

"I don't know!" Exasperation and frustration and raw bewilderment flood Freya's tone, and she pivots, following the beast with her gaze as it floats off.

"Give me a real answer, you—" She never gets to finish; it suddenly dissolves into light, as if it had never been there. The taller woman squeezes her eyes shut with a frustrated groan and runs a hand through her hair.

"...It called itself Bahamut. I think it's something called an Eidolon? I... had a vision. She was sayin' how they show up to mercy-kill "l'Cie," whatever those are."

[mincingminuet]

Pen stops mid stride, her eyes widening slightly, uncertainty and worry freezing her up for a step. Because holy. shit.

"Bahamut? I..." she smears a hand down her face. "Hell. Jesus. Fuck. I remember him now."

Only, she hadn't been nearly so afraid of him then. And she's not afraid of him now.

"Eidolon though...that's a new word. And right now we've got work to do."