Post by Cid Raines on Sept 18, 2010 21:41:01 GMT -5
(when all is said and done, i will be free, and when i'm gone, you can't depend on me. in time you'll see you stand alone into our own.)
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the lindblum slowly made its way through the sky, travelling at the speed it would be expected to have, due to all of the weight it carried in its huge shell. the airship however, like other airships, could reach a maximum speed of six hundred miles per hour, sometimes more if the pilot of the ship really pushed her. but cid raines didn’t like that. he was fascinated with airships and ‘linda’ – the nickname of the lindblum – was one that really caught his eye. he didn’t want the ship to be destroyed, though that wouldn’t happen because it was heavily armoured for a guardian corps airship. he also didn’t want it sent to the scrap yard, somehow managing to fit there despite its large size.
there was nothing the now-small-in-size cavalry had to take care of. it was smaller than it originally was due to the soldiers being turned to Cie’th when they were on their way to kill orphan, rygdea included. that was some time after cid had asked rygdea to shoot him, to assist the primarch of cocoon in suicide. suicide because he was unwilling to be a puppet of the fal’Cie barthandelus any longer. he wanted to break the strings that held him.
so he died in the siege of eden.
but a year later, something brought him back from the dead. it must’ve been a month ago when he ‘woke up’ to find himself in an abandoned city of sorts – mistaking it for eden then realising it wasn’t his home city – before passing out again and waking to find himself in a city known as rabanastre. he would’ve been alone there if he, or rather, fang hadn’t found him in the streets. fang was definitely considered a good friend of his, he quickly trusting her due to the similarities between her and rygdea. they had parted ways soon after making conversation, and cid missed her. he felt that he could confide in the pulsian huntress, and gods above knew he needed someone to comfort him, to spend time with to drive off the stress of paperwork, rebuilding the crumbled society of cocoon and the sanctum, to drive off the nightmares. he hadn’t slept for two days straight, and before that he had only been getting three hours of sleep on a good night for a week or so. he hadn’t slept but he felt oddly energetic today. cid thought he should be feeling rather... ‘dead’.
the dark haired primarch ran a gloved hand along the railing of the observation deck, momentarily looking over and feeling a familiar urge to jump off into the unknown skies and kill himself. he gripped the bar to prevent himself from doing so. the thought of rebuilding cocoon, to fulfil his dream of a fal’Cie-less world stopped him from doing so.
the fal’Cie provided the floating world with warmth, food, shelter, energy, but they also controlled it. the previous primarch – known as galenth dysley – was also a fal’Cie, plotting to have cocoon destroyed in order to bring back a being known as the maker, making cid raines a l’Cie of his in order for him to guide six other l’Cie into destroying cocoon. however it was a year later when his focus truly started, him being marked at the age of twenty-two. he had no idea how he knew it started. part of him said that barthandelus – curse him – told him, another told him it was instinct, but he had absolutely no idea. there was a gap in his memory, and in many other places too.
a frown appeared on cid’s face as he felt the fine hairs on the back of his neck prickle and he turned his head. a thin black eyebrow raised at the sight that met his pale green eyes.
