Post by eleven on Jul 15, 2010 20:46:26 GMT -5
Username: Eleven
Canons you own: Marluxia
Link to RP thread: Canon Drive
Audition:
Canons you own: Marluxia
Link to RP thread: Canon Drive
Audition:
Through time.
That was how his life was spent, yet it passed hastily and Auron could only watch throughout the years to see what would become of things. He longed for eternal rest, however the strong emotion to carry on to protect those that needed protecting kept calling him back. The memory of him within others kept calling him back. You would think that after enough one would gladly wish to remain undisturbed beyond the boundaries of flesh and life. This was not the case, however, for he had been called here by a familiar presence. To this very spot in The Farplane where a High Summoner met a tortured spirit named Shuyin, in a field of flowers surrounded by beautiful burning falls.
He stood there, firmly gazing at the wondrous sight as he awaited the arrival of the entity that called to speak with him. The wind, or rather what was a dead memory of wind along with mist from the falls blew softly through the man's dark and aged hair as he slowly closed his only working eye to the comfort. From behind him came footsteps, and out of plain air came of what appeared to be a young, well tanned boy wearing a dark purple hood over his head. He stopped some distance behind the man in the red coat, which caused Auron to slowly open his eye and speak over the neck of the jacket to the new presence around him. He looked over his left shoulder, then returned his gaze to the flowers before him as several pyreflies slowly drifted into sight.
"So...it was you?" spoke the Guardian out to the respectful silence that the two spirits held for one another. "Surely some part of you felt that one of us would call when we needed assistance." spoke the boy, to which Auron responded with a slow blink in his gaze. He remained silent, to which the other simply acknowledged as a lack of words to say on such a matter. "The balance is broken, and hastily are the scales tipping into odd favor which threatens Spira as well as all worlds." spoke the Fayth of Bahamut, gesturing to Auron with an open palm as it continued to speak. Auron slowly turned to his right to look upon the Fayth that had summoned him here for this audience, and at once he was beginning to understand why he had been called here in the first place.
"They will all need your protection on the road ahead, however it is your choice on whether you wish to return or not." spoke the figure in the purple hood once more. Auron stood there to think for a moment, as he too could feel the change in the worlds through his connection to Spira. Being one with the Farplane allowed him to sense the tides of change that had begun to affect the worlds, for both life and death, the two sides to each world, were connected to the planet upon which they exist. "They only need to believe in their own strength and each other to have the protection they require." he spoke as his thoughts drifted to his memories within an Underworld far away from here, and of the friends he had made there. He then wondered how Yuna and the other Guardians were faring in this war. Regardless of whether or not they needed protection, he was bound to honor them with his services.
As the young boy nodded, a portal wreathed in flame appeared at the other end of the field suspended over such mythic terrain. Before Auron in mid-air came a flash of red and black, which preceded the sudden appearance of his katana suspended before him. With his right arm he reached out and firmly grasped the tight, leather wrap of the large sword's hilt and returned it to the rightful place it always held on his right shoulder. He looked directly at the Fayth through his sunglasses, with the light of the wreath of fire illuminating his features from behind. "I will return, when it's over." he spoke with a reassuring nod to the spirit, and from there he turned to head into the portal. Auron took steps through the flowers and stopped just before the path of flame before him. With a silent smirk he lifted his jug of sake, took a drink from it, then with no further ado he stepped forward into the living Spira once more.
Several moments later...
Pyreflies dissipated enough to allow the Guardian to see where he had been sent, and was soon hit by a bright ray of sun. With a slight squint of his eye, Auron silently lifted a finger to push his glasses closer to his face. Once everything was clear around him, it didn't take long for Auron to recognize the city he now stood in.
Luca.
The fayth had sent him to Luca of all places?
It was clear enough for the legendary swordsman to tell as he slowly made his way through a crowd of people, all of whom were in an eager rush to attend whatever was going on at the Stadium. He didn't need to observe auras to see that his home world was once more basking in the safety and security that the Light had always provided for it, since the beginning of Yuna's Eternal Calm and the end of Sin's chaotic reign. With a relaxed pace, Auron too was in motion towards the stadium with soft steps of his steel plated, leather boots. He was much further down the docks than the other strong presence of Light that had shown up within the last hour or so, making his way from the outskirts of the main city out onto the now heavily populated docks. With every motion he made Auron remained undisturbed in his silence, as no person, no matter how big of a rush they were in, dared to make accidental contact with the man in the red coat. Auron's interest remained not within the event of entertainment and peace that was soon to take place in the Stadium, but rather the strong resonating Light that he sensed earlier. Hostilities were not yet required or necessary, so Sir Auron remained in his silent stride towards the warrior's location without his Katana present. Instead, his right arm hung loosely while a single finger hooked through the loop of his sake jug.
The bright sun reflected off of the vibrant aqua hues that surrounded the docks on all sides, and a splash of crisp seawater rose to lightly spray any who were a passerby. Auron however took the time to stop short before the splash zone, and let a small smirk tug at his features while watching a couple before him become soaked to the bone. The two individuals stood there speechless in sopping wet clothes, as if stunned by the sudden action of the breaking wave. However the silence was soon broken by cheerful laughter as they exchanged playful gestures while pointing to each other, and soon continued their way onward to allow Auron to pass by silently. His single eye remained slightly narrowed behind his dark sunglasses, mainly due to the bright sun above and an attempt to see through the crowd. He caught a vague glimpse of this Light in question, a young man with shaggy blond hair, before the crowd created another pulse within itself to surge forward and soon Auron's sight of the man had been temporarily hindered.
His patience would not be worn thin however, as the eagerness of others around him was all too common. He was used to the enthusiasm of others concerning their endeavors, and it was in this understanding that Auron never became frustrated with such a minor unfortunate circumstance. It was true he probably would have made better time across the docks had it not been for the many people crowding the walkways, but Auron was not one to complain, as things were as they were. He would not disrupt their peace with commands to stand aside unless his current predicament required him too, and more often than not that would include the calling forth of his sword. Auron soon came to a full stop in his motions, now standing a good ten feet from the 'Blitz Ace' as he silently observed him, as well as the rest of the masses that eagerly made their way past the two warriors of Light. Another moment or two and the son of Jecht would no doubt recognize him in the crowd, so Auron continued to wait.
The Light in Spira never failed to invoke the happiness within it's residents, and such proof could be seen everywhere among the cheerful faces. A caw from a nearby gull rang out into the open air, followed by a familiar stutter in the voice of his old friend's son.
"A-Auron...?"
