Selene Solidor

Thief



Shooting a harsh glare towards the pirate, Selene stomped off, thankful for the ninja’s interference. Their bicker had been steadily escalating, because Sirius was jealous and, according to him, Selene had no concept of the idea. She gritted her teeth as she reached the younger woman, who was looking at her inquisitively.

Perhaps I have no knowledge of it because there’s no reason to be jealous…

That thought gave her some comfort, but not nearly enough to wipe that irritated scowl off her features. She looked at Shay, clicking her tongue.

“Yes.” Selene spoke, only really to the girl who she had at that moment, decided to fully forgive and be friends with again. “Let’s go, if they fall behind let them die.”

“So Sirius is being an idiot?”

Selene snorted, taking the lead as Shay followed. “I fail to see when he’s not an idiot.”

“Oh, good point. What he do now?”

“Nothing.” The woman’s eyes shot away, taking in the cave walls and what not. She could hear the other’s following, noting how they all got a strange feeling from this place. “Nothing worth discussing, anyways.”

It’s not like she would be able to help the matter anyways.

The cave kept going until they reached a single, massive chamber. It wasn’t like the temple, there was no teleporting pad or magical runes, it was just a cave. The only odd thing about it was the hole in the ground, off to the far left corner. Shay immediately bounded up to it, plopping down onto her hands and knees to peer down the hole.

“Whoa…” she blinked, looking up at Selene, who had her arms crossed and was standing in the center of the room. “It’s dark down there.”

“Of course, how would any light get down there?” Lyra sneered from behind, fiddling with her gunblade.

“Meaning don’t fall,” Selene added it, with a slight look of concern on her face. “I don’t want to go down there after you.”

Shay glared at her sister briefly. “At least you would. I can think of somebody who’d leave me to die.”

“You little-“

“Oi!” Adair floundered in, pausing to look at the dark, boring cavern. “Don’t go barking in the cave, it tends to echo. Not good for my hearing.”
“I’m disappointed to see my dragon failed.”

Weapons were out and at the ready, much to the confusion of Cid and his traveling companion. The group stared the darkness warily; all ready to attack anything that seemed out of place. The voice seemed to spawn from all directions, echoing off the walls and making a confusing pattern.

“Then you kill more of my men…”

There was the briefest flash of light, and Selene swore she saw the witch in that second. But it didn’t last, the ground rumbled and pieces of it began to give away. There were cries of shock and terror all around as the lot of them plummeted down into the darkness they had been commenting on before.

The darkness engulfed them all quickly, like a hungry beast.


When Selene awoke, she found her body protesting to the movement. There was a fire nearby, with the group huddled around it. A few were like herself, a bit farther away in makeshift beds. She supposed they were the ones who were wounded, but her eyes fell on one of the spots. It had a shape of a person; white a blanket was laid over them.

No…

“My lady,” Cid’s cool voice broke Selene’s stare off the corpse. “Are you alright?”

“Honestly, it takes more them a bottomless pit to maim me, you should know that.”

Cid small smile showed in the dim light from the fire. His eyes flicked over to the corpse, and he seemed apprehensive.

“Who is it?” Selene’s eyes were once again locked on it.

“Lisette, I believe her name was.”

Not a thought floated into the woman’s mind. Instead she just cast her eyes to the ground, hiding her sorrow. “Oh…”

“She landed on one of the crystals…”

Crystals? Selene looked up, and found that they were in the center of a ring of crystals. They were dark blue, with strange black roots curling around them locking them in place.

“Did they all cause the issue?”

Cid thought about it. “With the airships, you mean?”

“Yes.”

“No, not these. I suspect a much larger crystal would be the source.”

“And who are you people?”

The strange voice immediately spawned the entire group to go scrambling for their weapons. Selene was lucky enough hers wasn’t far. She took it out of its holster as fast as lightning and pointed it straight at the stranger’s face. She wasn’t one to go for chest shots; people always seemed to be wearing body armour.

The man blinked, watching as suddenly everyone’s eyes were on him, and numerous types of weaponry were pointed in his direction.

“Oh…” He gulped a tad, raising up his hands. “Tough crowd.”

Selene’s eyes focused on his right hand. Or, in this case hook. It was like he was a pirate from the old stories, with a lost limb replaced by a tool of some sort.

“Who are you?” Selene growled.

“I asked you first.” Came his reply, eyeing the group.

“Point good sir, but we have our weapons on you. Forgive us for taking the courtesy of getting yours first.” Sirius replied, a friendly smile on his face.

“Aye, good point. Name’s Arena Tiburon-“

“The desert pirate?” Selene question, surprised.

“Aye, that’s me-“

There was a loud BANG and everyone jumped. Arena himself yelped, cursing as his hook was now bent out of shape.

“What was that for?”

Her eyes narrowed. “For being nothing but a thief.”

Shay shuffled a little.

“Your band of misfits ain’t exactly saintly company. Ain’t that Captain Sirius?”

“Yes,” Selene narrowed her eyes to fuming slits. “But they’ve earned their place, you’re some stranger who’s in a dark cave, with a hook for a hand.”

“Not my fault, I fell.”

“Through the hole up there?” Shay gestured.

“Yeah, that whole. ‘Cept, it wasn’t so big when I fell..”

“Evil witch did us in, or Temzi’s armour. Take your pick.” Adair had meandered up to be between the two side. “Come now, surely we are better then attacking every common folk that we pass by?”

Selene shot her eyes away and lowered her gun, the rest followed suit.
“So…” Shay moved forward and them plopped down next to Selene. “Whatcha doin’ in here anyway?”

“Not important.” Arena shrugged it off as he bent the hook back in shape. “What is important; is I know how to get out.”

Selene looked bored. “Do you?”

“Yessir, this place is a crystal maze. Once light hits everything, it’s like a hall of mirrors. Very confusing, hard to navigate by yourself.”

“Only, now we’re here…” Lyra scoffed, crossing her arms. “Forgive me for not trusting you.”

Cid didn’t have the same suspicion. “Trust him or not, we’re all trapped in this cave. Perhaps it’s better for the time being, that we join forces to escape this place?”

Oh, but I liked my plan of ‘shoot him’ better…

Eyes fell on Selene, who just huffed. “Why do I have to decide? It’s not like any of you listen, anyway.”

Cid smiled, one that the princess found herself returning briefly. “Then it’s decided,” he looked rather confident in everyone. “Join forces, even if it’s temporary, and escape this cave.”

“Good plan!” Adair grinned. “I like him, very logical thinker he is.”


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Alright, Adair sounds mildly normal because my sister didn’t translate into very strange speech.

Our 200th post! Everyone gains a free level up, including our newest player! Welcome Mystic_clown! Arena is his character.

Name: Arena Tiburon
Age: 30
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Origin: Ivalice but has no real loyalty to either.
Appearance: A tall, well built man, around six foot in height. He has ashen, slightly tanned skin, black hair which is slicked back, though with a bit of his fringe hanging in front of his face, and deep, brown eyes. In terms of clothing, he wears a white undershirt (complete with cravat) and a brown leather vest. He wears black pants, completely with matching, slightly worn, boots. He wears a worn, brown coat over his shouders like a cape. His most notable feature is the hook where his right hand should be. It’s uncertain whether or not this is a prosthetic or simply something he wears. Though judging by the fact that he’s constantly wearing it, it may be the former.
Personality: Arena is a man who seems to be without fear, often jumping into dangerous situations with a smile on his face. He feels truly alive during exciting situations, and loves the satisfaction you get from coming out alive. Outside of these situations, he’s a laid back sort of individual, often going with the flow. He lets insults roll off his back and doesn’t hold grudges, though it doesn’t stop him from kicking the asses of those who wrong him. Despite being from Ivalice, he feels they are entirely to blame for starting the war with Spira.
Weapon Style: Ivalice
Weapon Type: Hook
Weapon: Sand Scourge – a large hook, made from a brass type of metal. It has a large, round base where his right hand should be. The hook itself is curved sharply. The hook can be removed from the base and replaced, but the base always remains on his arm.
History: Arena was the leader of a group of bandits that roamed the Dalmasca Westersand, using the sandstorms as cover in order to attack caravans. Not much is known about Arena’s past, or what happened to his right hand. He doesn’t talk about his past much, but judging from what he has said, he seems to have come from a poor family.

His life changed however shortly after the war with Spira began. He and his band managed to get caught by Ivalice soldiers. Impressed with their ability to survive in the Westersand and to avoid capture for so long, they offered them a choice. Imprisonment, or enlisting in the Ivalice army and fighting in the war. Arena refused, believing the war had nothing to do with him. His men had other ideas. Led by Arena’s right hand man, they turned on their leader, feeling that killing him would prove their new loyalty. Arena managed to escape both capture and death, and now wanders the land, committing his acts of piracy alone.
Other: Oddly enough, he has a really good singing voice.