[[Background this happens after a trip to the Hall of Flames taken immediately after the burning of Jin'li's body at RWHQ. In other words it is that same night.]]
Erik stepped into the study, his blade glowing a strange light. Sitting on his desk is Doctor Ombre Fortemps, the man who had tortured him personally for three months. Ombre turned from him now unconcerned, "That book Cousin. The one you grabbed in my lab, have you seen it?"
The book, Erik had taken it as he made his escape weeks before. He had read it and had tried to come to terms with it. In its pages of madness there were parts that explained his wish to harm the Sultansworn. Ombre's father and Erik's mother shared the same father, Ombre's father being older and from a marriage. But his siring of the mixed Heather had ruined him, sending his wife and child into destitution. Ombre, who grew up with the name Fortemps was all to aware of how his impoverished and shameful life had come from Heather being born. Though his research into the void crystals did require those of mixed blood, Erik he made sure was at the top of the list.
Without more then a smile, Ombre drew a long musket and fired both barrels, "Do you like it Erik? I bought it in Limsa, so elegant really, he said as he reloaded and began to shoot again. As the shots began Erik dove into the hall, splinters and chunks of wood flying past his face. "I am so glad I am selling this place, and you are a terrible guest!" shouted Erik from the hallway. Nothing but his father's sword and shield with him he tried several times to draw his armor from the aether, but nothing, "Son of a bitch Ombre! Did you bring that shit in here? I will make you eat it!" Ombre laughed, spinning the necklace with its dark purple jem, "As if I would face you without it. I don't use aether at all so this little one won't hurt me, and definitely not a big man like you, but it does even the field a bit!" he shouted as he fired a renewed volley into the door and surrounding wall, laughing as he fired and fired until stopping to reload. Erik's shoulder was bleeding, upper leg too. The shoulder was a graze he was sure, but the leg was an issue. Blood was coming fast and the reload wasn't giving him much time. He tore his coat, taking strips to tie off the leg as he counted, slowly. "Do you know Erik, I have hated you my whole life, I mean the whole thing. Can you imagine the focus that gave me." Opening fire again the wall around the door crumbling to dust. Erik ducked down as best as he could, his shield little help... left side, one or two ribs broken... a flashing moment as a bullet grazes his temple, stunning him for a moment. As the shots continued Erik stood, breathing deliberately. Stopped, the reload, "Shit." he whispered as he flew around the corner, his shield not guided by aether, but flung non the less. Ombre ducked, standing as Erik reached him, his blade inches before the gun's barrel rested on the left side of his torso. Erik looked up into Ombre's face, his blade held by the butt of the gun, "Counting second to reload? You have to remember to count the bullets too." A shot roared from the barrel, shredding through his abdomen. As he slumped forward he heard the laughter, and he hated him.
Against the pain Erik regained his footing, ignoring the blood pouring forth. His large hand reached out and grabbed the elezen by both surprise and by the long hair of his head. The laughter of the man melted to fear instantly as Erik, his hair undone and wild, covered in blood, rolled them both over, sitting on top of the madman, holding his skull steady by his hair as his massive fists came down again, and again, and again. He wasn't sure what stopped it, the fact that Ombre was long dead, his skull crushed, or the dizziness overtaking Erik. He laid in the puddle that was once his cousin and laughed as he tugged at his coat to put pressure on his side. He laid there and felt satisfied that at least he had settled things. As he drifted to sleep he knew he wasn't going to die, he never got that lucky. He new he would wake up to someone scolding him for being reckless..... "Ugh...." he whined as he drifted into the black.
Erik stepped into the study, his blade glowing a strange light. Sitting on his desk is Doctor Ombre Fortemps, the man who had tortured him personally for three months. Ombre turned from him now unconcerned, "That book Cousin. The one you grabbed in my lab, have you seen it?"
The book, Erik had taken it as he made his escape weeks before. He had read it and had tried to come to terms with it. In its pages of madness there were parts that explained his wish to harm the Sultansworn. Ombre's father and Erik's mother shared the same father, Ombre's father being older and from a marriage. But his siring of the mixed Heather had ruined him, sending his wife and child into destitution. Ombre, who grew up with the name Fortemps was all to aware of how his impoverished and shameful life had come from Heather being born. Though his research into the void crystals did require those of mixed blood, Erik he made sure was at the top of the list.
Without more then a smile, Ombre drew a long musket and fired both barrels, "Do you like it Erik? I bought it in Limsa, so elegant really, he said as he reloaded and began to shoot again. As the shots began Erik dove into the hall, splinters and chunks of wood flying past his face. "I am so glad I am selling this place, and you are a terrible guest!" shouted Erik from the hallway. Nothing but his father's sword and shield with him he tried several times to draw his armor from the aether, but nothing, "Son of a bitch Ombre! Did you bring that shit in here? I will make you eat it!" Ombre laughed, spinning the necklace with its dark purple jem, "As if I would face you without it. I don't use aether at all so this little one won't hurt me, and definitely not a big man like you, but it does even the field a bit!" he shouted as he fired a renewed volley into the door and surrounding wall, laughing as he fired and fired until stopping to reload. Erik's shoulder was bleeding, upper leg too. The shoulder was a graze he was sure, but the leg was an issue. Blood was coming fast and the reload wasn't giving him much time. He tore his coat, taking strips to tie off the leg as he counted, slowly. "Do you know Erik, I have hated you my whole life, I mean the whole thing. Can you imagine the focus that gave me." Opening fire again the wall around the door crumbling to dust. Erik ducked down as best as he could, his shield little help... left side, one or two ribs broken... a flashing moment as a bullet grazes his temple, stunning him for a moment. As the shots continued Erik stood, breathing deliberately. Stopped, the reload, "Shit." he whispered as he flew around the corner, his shield not guided by aether, but flung non the less. Ombre ducked, standing as Erik reached him, his blade inches before the gun's barrel rested on the left side of his torso. Erik looked up into Ombre's face, his blade held by the butt of the gun, "Counting second to reload? You have to remember to count the bullets too." A shot roared from the barrel, shredding through his abdomen. As he slumped forward he heard the laughter, and he hated him.
Against the pain Erik regained his footing, ignoring the blood pouring forth. His large hand reached out and grabbed the elezen by both surprise and by the long hair of his head. The laughter of the man melted to fear instantly as Erik, his hair undone and wild, covered in blood, rolled them both over, sitting on top of the madman, holding his skull steady by his hair as his massive fists came down again, and again, and again. He wasn't sure what stopped it, the fact that Ombre was long dead, his skull crushed, or the dizziness overtaking Erik. He laid in the puddle that was once his cousin and laughed as he tugged at his coat to put pressure on his side. He laid there and felt satisfied that at least he had settled things. As he drifted to sleep he knew he wasn't going to die, he never got that lucky. He new he would wake up to someone scolding him for being reckless..... "Ugh...." he whined as he drifted into the black.
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