Gladiia: Dehydration

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Gladiia is forced to adapt to all that a state of waterlessness brings.

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Church Staff
Pious Youth
Iberia Church
Underground Rubble
In Gladiia's pursuit of Ægir technology, she destroys an experimentation site used by the Church of the Deep, and comes to know there are other hunters who survived. At this moment, someone appears, who suggests they work together.
<Background 1>
5:18 P.M. \ Overcast
Primavera City, Iberia, in a certain chapel
Pious Youth Oh! How long has someone been at the pews?
[Gladiia is standing at the chapel...]
Gladiia ......
[ the youngster approach her.]
Pious Youth Ma'am, have you been sitting here this whole time?
I passed by just a moment ago, and I didn't see you...
Gladiia You were focused on this... instrument made of some type of plant tissue, you were using it to polish the floor.
Pious Youth Er, do you mean my broom? Yes, I'm sweeping the floor right now.
Gladiia Please excuse me; I did not intend to disturb your work. After all, it seems you'll be busy for quite some time.
Pious Youth No, it's okay, haha. This doesn't really count as work. I'm just a layman, and I sometimes come help clean the chapel.
I've never seen you before. Are you an Ægir too?
Gladiia ...Ægir?
Your use of "too" may not be so accurate.
Pious Youth I–I'm sorry! That's my misunderstanding, then, I didn't mean to regard you as one of us...
Gladiia Physiologically, you're not mistaken.
Pious Youth Oh... do you come from another city, then?
Gladiia You might say so. I only arrived a few months ago.
Pious Youth Your journey can't have been easy. It never is for us Ægir.
Gladiia It has definitely been exhausting.
Pious Youth If you have any questions, just feel free to ask...
Gladiia Good. Since you are still willing to call yourself Ægir, I do find something very curious–
The nation you once belonged to had relentless cleaning devices. Not a speck of dust was allowed to settle on the streets.
May I ask why you endure such a filthy, inefficient life now?
Pious Youth *Sigh*. None of us want to. The disaster fifty years ago changed Iberia.
Gladiia Iberia?
No, I was not referring to this dry country.
Pious Youth Then you mean... all the Ægir settlements from before?
I've only ever heard my grandpa mentioning them–*cough*. Ma'am, those underwater cities are all abandoned now. They say they're incredibly dangerous, whether to us islanders, or to Iberia.
Gladiia You listened to the birds.
Though it only scratches the surface, you still carry a portion of Ægir knowledge and technology.
Why would you consider yourself yet inferior to the barbarians of dry land?
Pious Youth It's... not to say we're inferior, but... ma'am, it's best the Penal Battalion doesn't overhear this. It hasn't been easy for us to stay in this city, so near the blockade line...
Gladiia Cowardice, and misgiving.
In Ægir, with a child that posed such problems, the parents would be stripped by law of the chance to raise progeny.
Pious Youth Ah... that sounds a little frightening.
Gladiia Is it frightening? It seems you've completely forgotten your own originating way of life. The dwellers of land have already assimilated you, whole.
Pious Youth Living here in Iberia, acting too unlike everyone else is a very risky thing.
Gladiia I comprehend your choice.
Pious Youth Ma'am... you seem disappointed, in a way.
Gladiia Disappointment requires a hope before it.
Perhaps this was not all you brought ashore, but clearly, searching will still require more time.
Pious Youth Ma'am, I don't think I understand even half of what you're saying.
Gladiia I am not too familiar with this manner of communication yet.
Pious Youth Your wording is also... very strange. It reminds me a little of those revues that people liked decades ago...
Gladiia Are those works of art no longer popular?
How regrettable. I quite appreciated them.
Pious Youth So you only intone like this because you like it...
Gladiia And you would not achieve rapid grasp of an unfamiliar language by way of audiovisual storage discs?
Pious Youth We really couldn't.
Gladiia Understandable.
Pious Youth And, generally speaking, it's not because we're too stupid...
Gladiia Of course there can be other explanations.
Pious Youth *Sigh*... Ma'am, if I offend you again, I apologize... You seem like you aren't well. Are you ill?
Gladiia Dry-land pathogens would be hard-pressed to cause any harm to my bodily functions.
As for emotional ailment, perhaps. After all, it's too dry here.
Pious Youth I've only ever heard complaints that this season in Iberia is too moist.
In any case, as long as you aren't sick. Of course, if you feel unwell at all, you can seek help from the priests.
Gladiia Faith.
You do not harbor faith in science nor technology, nor the nation itself, but invest your ideals in an... impurity that lacks reliability.
Of course, I've recently come to realize, it's also an effective means to accomplish a mutual deception on the power of an informational asymmetry.
Pious Youth It's possible you've misunderstood. I don't feel that illness can be cured just by thumbing through a holy book or listening to a sermon...
Gladiia You exceed expectations.
Pious Youth Ha... haha... Ma'am, you really do have a special sense of humor.
What I wanted to say was, the people of the Church are very giving, and they've even recently extended shelter to some Ori... er, some sick. They and the sick are all Ægir alike.
Gladiia Apart from chatting with 'Ægir' such as you, the conduct of the Church you speak of also constitutes my reason for coming here.
Pious Youth Is that so? You came looking for someone ill?
Gladiia Supposing who I thought to seek really was here, then...
Church Staff Antonio, why does the window on the west have a big hole in it?
Pious Youth A hole? It was broken about ten minutes ago, all in a flash. I'd guessed it was the Penal Battalion arresting someone...
Gladiia May I suggest to you something?
Pious Youth Ma'am, what is it you want to say?
[Gladiia comes closer to the youngster as he notices an armband on her arm.]
Gladiia Leave, now.
Pious Youth A–An armband? A Battalion armband? Y–You're from the Battalion? It's no wonder you're so peculiar... I never even realized!
Officer, th–thank you for letting me free! I'll leave right away!
Gladiia Remember to close the door.
[The youngster leaves and closes the chapel's door.]
<Background fades out and in>
Church Staff ......
Gladiia Not bad. The military organizations of dry land may appear ineffective, the soldiers' technology feeble and pitiful, but to those even weaker, deterrent power is still expressible.
Moreover, I am very glad to see none of you have left.
This will save me some minor time.
Church Staff The scent...
Gladiia Please come closer.
[The church staff comes close to Gladiia.]
Church Staff *sniff*... *sniff* *sniff*... You're not the Penal Battalion... What do you want?
Gladiia I had thought you would be capable of more kindly language.
After all, when I saw how the technology you use was more complete than those runaways', I'd had a shred of hope for you.
Church Staff Technology...? We do not understand what you speak of.
Gladiia Originium. This special energy source, both dangerous and with potential, does not exist on the seafloor.
Curiosity in energy sources is not at all strange.
No one on dry land has been able to reproduce Ægir's original form, and due to this, I have seen in this nation of Iberia a vast array of technologies composited with no concern for beauty whatsoever.
However, you are unlike those runaways who forced themselves to integrate into this dry country. You use Ægir technology to purify Originium, and undoubtedly harbor further plans.
Church Staff We... help...
Gladiia Help through giving? Only the naive would believe it.
They know not where all those sick ultimately disappear to, and I have found traces of Ægir technology on the bodies of those unfortunate experiments.
Church Staff You... found them?
Gladiia It was in no way difficult.
You aim to transform each and every body. Such technology requires dozens of procedures. And how far have your doings progressed? Perhaps the first procedure, or the second?
The runaways who fled ashore prior to that first contact could not have grasped these procedures.
As for they, they have occupied the channel between the ocean and the land. If even I have no way to return, none of you could possibly emerge by normal means either.
How have you, long used to walking on dry land, managed to sustain contact with the ocean?
Or could it be... some have brought the filthiest trash of the sea ashore with them?
Church Staff Who are you?
Gladiia I'm fed up with this game of mutual identification. Such a cliché oughtn't be present in dry land's theater.
Gladiia weightlessly brandishes her lance. An alloy not known to land strikes stone brick at a speed the naked eye cannot perceive. With her at the center, the chapel's entire floor roars as it subsides.
[Gladiia strikes the chapel's floor with her lance, causing it to collapse...]
<Background 2>
[...and revealing an elaborately constructed underground bunker underneath the chapel.]
Gladiia As I expected.
Did you deliberately construct such an inferior experimentation site below a masquerade of a building, simply to trick the landwalkers' gaze?
Moreover, I'm astonished these petty tricks could actually win such outstanding results.
I once again must reassess the grade of these land nations' organizations.
Church Staff *cough*... *cough* *cough*! This weapon of yours! And your strength... is this Originium Arts?
Gladiia Heh, Originium Arts.
Church Staff It–It couldn't be... you... you're...
If... you're the one the bishops spoke of... then you should've been gravely wounded months ago!
Gladiia You know of what occurred three months ago on the seafloor?
You've met someone else on the shore.
Who was it–that you met?
[The church staff, who turned out to be a member of the insidious Church of the Deep, attacks Gladiia, and a fight is inevitable.]
Church Staff This speed... *wheeze*... *wheeze*... Why were you unmoving before?
Gladiia I am tired of moving on dry land.
If standing still will dispose of you shameful ambling trash, why should I waste the further energy?
Church Staff I... I do not know... We only guard... You may not destroy this place...
Gladiia Quite right. You are inferior, and there are limits to the faith you grasp.
Then I can only change to a different topic.
Gladiia How many more individuals do you keep on dry land?
[The fight continues...]
Gladiia How many more plots do you plot against Ægir?
[ both sides entered a deadlock...]
Gladiia And–why–do you research artificial integration of Originium with Ægir bodies?
[...and Gladiia gains an upper hand.]
Church Staff *wheeze*... *sniff*... *sniff*... The scent...
Gladiia Don't waste the energy.
Turning into Sea Terrors will only hasten your deaths.
Church Staff It... It couldn't... aaarghhhh–!
Gladiia Perfect. (Ægirian) I wanted you to die a little faster, anyhow.
[Gladiia struck down the church guard before he could turn into a Seaborn, killing him.]
Gladiia So frail that a single sweep destroys you all.
This... gripe in my stomach... is back again. Ever since I came ashore, it hasn't ceased.
These morons that couldn't even turn fully into Sea Terrors... I see I'm suited only to slaughtering such prey here!
And these... Ægir who came ashore, they've all become indistinguishable from land-dwellers.
How long does it take, from leaving the seawater, to the last hint of moisture evaporating from the body?
Whether this end, or another, no matter which...
[Gladiia suffers from a seizure.]
Gladiia No... I cannot...!
...are there others who truly yet live?
If there are, how much time must I spend before I can rescue them?
Gladiia senses her internal temperature still rapidly rising, just as it does on the surface of her body.
Gladiia Do not stop, you waste.
Though I cannot return to Ægir... no, precisely because I cannot return for now, I must do this.
Retrieve my hunter. Continue to fulfill my duty.
Fight on without rest or pause.
–For Ægir.
Gladiia ...Who is it?
[An unknown creature shows up...]
??? (Shriek)
[...and lunges at Gladiia, but before she could retaliate, it backed down as someone who appears to be the creature's master reveals herself.]
??? I suggest you halt your attack.
Gladiia Though your strength is uncommon, I'm afraid no one can force me to halt.
??? Once more, and this chapel will collapse.
You don't pay mind to the Penal Battalion, but I guarantee you, not even you would want to catch the eye of Iberia's Inquisitors.
Gladiia Land bird...
??? This meaningless clashing will only slow your search for your comrades.
(Ægirian) Perhaps the nation of the seafloor can still wait.
(Ægirian) For the stranded hunters, there is no such guarantee.
[Gladiia was surprised upon hearing the woman speaking Aegirian, which is only learned by few, if any, outside Aegir.]
Gladiia You... You know of Ægir?! You even know our...
??? Three months oh-seven days ago, fierce oceanbound visions once again manifested in the seas south of Iberia. This information was rapidly curtailed by Iberia's government, but I had my own means to learn of it.
Gladiia You sought me intentionally. And perhaps you found this place too, like I did?
??? You can so much as fully understand. I've been waiting for you, and waiting for a very long time.
You've been sent ashore by an exceptional current. It may be extremely painful for you, but for us and Ægir, it is a chance.
Gladiia You are not hostile. Or else, your revealing this information would have sufficed for me to take your life.
??? You could do so, but–there is no need for it.
You have amply sensed that I and the sea have no connection. But in reality, between dry land and the ocean, no distance separates.
The ocean in its pride may rarely notice the land, but the land cannot stand by as it sees disaster unfolding in the ocean.
Gladiia Since my coming here... you are the first to instill awe in me.
??? You are very well aware, this is not a place for conversation.
Moreover, with how you've dragged your badly injured body to an unfamiliar environment, you cannot hold out for much longer.
Gladiia Long enough for me to find and cut this trash to pieces.
??? You know this battle will continue for a very long time.
If they weren't so good at hiding, would Ægir have allowed them to last this long?
Gladiia What they are and do does not amount to a threat against Ægir.
??? You think to draw a distinction between them and they, but I'm afraid that's not how they themselves think.
Will you remain here, continuing to charge me with lance in hand, or shall you leave, together with me, so we can discuss a possible collaboration–
The choice is yours.
Ægir's fate, and that of your comrades, Iberia and even this great land... all rest in your hands.
Gladiia ......
Before we initiate discussion as to specific matters of cooperation, would you first tell me your name?
[The woman is revealed to be none other than the all-knowing, immortal Kal'tsit.]
Kal'tsit Of course.