Linear dug through his Safe and Locker. He knew what he was looking for. He hadn’t continued wearing it due to a bad memory linked to his. He found it.
He pulled out a thick black vest with a long skirt and overly large collar. It had a poorly done stitch in the back and under the sternum on the right side of the front. Next he pulled out a pair of black pants. They were faded to a dusty grey color in some places. Then he pulled out a pair of black boots. They had a few buckles on them.
Linear started stripping off his ruined Askar armor. It was bittersweet. It was an amazing set of equipment. Sadly, it was a little constricting when it came to movement and was fairly heavy. As the Korazin came off, linear fingered a pale scar under his sternum, right side. He closed his eyes, unable to push the memory away…
((Flashback~ Yasunori Mitsuda - Nephilim
“Linear!” a mithran whitemage called out from behind him. They were surrounded on three sides by demons. “Clai…- Ahgh!” Linear gasped out in pain as a lance if pain burst in his left thigh. He looked down at the sword protruding from him, just above the knee.
The blade was withdrawn and he fell to his knees, one hand covering the wound, the other defiantly gripping his lance. He used his lance to push himself to his feet, the adrenaline beginning to eliminate the pain. He lunged in a blur and impaled the assailant through the throat. He ripped the blade of viciously. He felt a gentle breeze on his wounds and the blood flow stopped. A scar would remain though.
Linear turned to see how she was doing. His eyes widened in horror, instinct took over and he kicked off a wall towards her. He wrapped his arms around her and spun, trying to pull her away from the oncoming blade. The both cried out as the were pierced. Linear from high on his back out through a point just below his sternum. Claidi pierced deeply into her stomach. They hit the ground hard and slid fro a few more feet before they came to a halt. A river of blood trailed behind them.
The demons hesitated to move towards them. Claidi, despite her injury cast a escape spell. As they emerged from the darkness, Linears awareness came back. His wound, it was painful and potentially lethal if left unchecked. Claidi though… no cure spell could ever hope reverse that degree of damage. He stared down at her, eyes wide in grief. She knew what was happening as well as he did. Blood trickled out of the corners of her mouth. Linear tenderly wiped it away, then pulled her face to his chest, buttying his face in her dark locks. He whispered words of endearment to her for what, to him, seemed an eternity. No sudden confessions of love, they’d known their feelings for years now. They felt no need to name those feelings.
Finally, she went limp in his arms. He closed his eyes. He’d have time to weep later. Gripping the sword that pinned them together yet ripped them apart, Linear pulled the blade out gently. He called out with his soul to Himmelskralle, gladly melding bodies to save his master. Linear set his lance in it’s strap and stuck the sword in his belt. He picked Claidi up, like a morbid, blood soaked bride and carried her until he reached an outpost..
Linear finished pulling on his armor. It was much lighter than his Askar stuff. Making his way to the mines, he rented a chocobo and raced off for Beadeux.