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Who: Warrior of Light and... you!
Where: Around Verens
When: Throughout the first half of the month
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Open/Closed: Open!
Summary: A catchall for the Warrior of Light for the month involving losing a friend, saving kitties, fighting a Wriepy, and nonstop mushroom sneezes.
A) the wall of names;
B) kitty rescue;
C) task ST0506: first date gone wrong;
D) an apple a day keeps the- mushrooms away?;
wildcard;
Where: Around Verens
When: Throughout the first half of the month
Format: [ brackets ]
Open/Closed: Open!
Summary: A catchall for the Warrior of Light for the month involving losing a friend, saving kitties, fighting a Wriepy, and nonstop mushroom sneezes.
A) the wall of names;
[ Standing before The Wall of Names is the Warrior. Such a thing like this is not out of the ordinary for the man as he tends to make a trip out here at least once a week to see if any names he may recognize might appear on here... especially given his penchant for not always keeping in touch with others and living more on the outskirts of the city.
Today, however, he had thought to make his way out to the mountains in search of a friend. Or, at least, one he hoped he could come to call a friend here within this world as well. But when he couldn't find the one he had been searching for nor seemed to receive any sort of response over attempts made for communication through the amulets, he found his way here to the wall... and found the name of the one he had been searching for.
Kain Highwind.
Soft mews from a kitten with a round little belly attempt to pull the Warrior out of his staring to the wall, a small little paw tapping at his boot but, much like the gentle mews, can't seem to catch his attention for the moment. The Warrior has found this wall to be... strange, in a sense. For one who is so accustomed to losing comrades within battle to the point of watching them all return to their home worlds when the first conflict had come to an end, this should be nothing more than another day that ends in y for him and yet... there's something that it has him feel, something that he can't help but wonder and whatever feeling that is deep within him, it shows in the way the bundle of herbs he holds in one hand come to wilt and die, breaking off and falling to the ground. The kitten, of course curious as ever, comes to bat and play with the falling herbs while the Warrior continues to stare at the wall. ]
To think that one such as myself should be so accustomed to the departure of others...
[ Because it's inevitable, isn't it? But a thought strikes him, wondering if, much like within the first round of conflicts, he will also be the last to remain here among those he knows, those he considers comrades... those he could call his friends.
Coming to bow his head, the Warrior allows his eyes to fall shut, ignoring the gentle cries from the kitten still wanting his attention. ]
Tell me... is this what it feels like to live?
B) kitty rescue;
[ When not hunting monsters for the Beastmaster Hunting Guild, the Warrior's other job seems to involve feeding stray cats who, ultimately, end up following him home at one point or another whenever he happens to be at Merchant's Square. This particular day, however, he finds himself coming to the aid of a young adult cat who seems to have somehow got themselves trapped in a storm drain along the cobblestone streets of the square. It's taken him some time and he's sure he'll have to explain the situation with uprooting the covering of the drain as he has, but with a little bit of faith and a lot of stretching down involved, the Warrior has successfully managed to grab the crying cat and pull them up to safety.
At least, he wants to believe that, before he finds that he seems to be a little stuck himself. Still holding tight to the cat with a hand, he glances down to them, feeling their heart beating quickly against his fingers. ]
Well this is certainly a pickle for us, isn't it?
[ Not exactly what he planned to have happen in this rescue of his. So, hoping that someone might be close by? The Warrior calls out loud enough for anyone to hear. ]
If there is anyone nearby, your assistance in this situation is strongly required!
[ Someone heard that... right? ]
C) task ST0506: first date gone wrong;
[ Speaking of more pickles for one to find themselves in...
To be lured into the sea by one of the seductive creatures of the sea was not what Warrior had in mind for this day and here he is... trying to keep an overeager Wriepy off him who he, to be honest, thought had wanted to try and kiss him but seems to just want to bite him instead. It's a little difficult to tell when one lunges at your neck while murmuring such pretty things? Maybe. Regardless, the Warrior finds himself pinned down against the shoreline while restraining a snapping Wriepy who suddenly doesn't seem to be so attractive with how angry and eager it is with wanting to enjoy his snack. Doesn't help that his short sword happens to be a little ways out of his reach on the grass.
Toss it to him, would you? Or help him get the Wriepy off him? ]
D) an apple a day keeps the- mushrooms away?;
[ The Warrior has dealt with this once before within this world. The sniffling, the running of the nose, the everlasting supply of tissue needed.
The Warrior... is sick.
But unlike the last time this had happened to him where he had ended up practically freezing himself and his room while he slept, something a little different seems to be happening with this little cold he's managed to catch during such nice weather.
Every time the Warrior comes to sneeze, mushrooms suddenly pop up around his feet.
Every. Single. Time.
In fact, he's covered in mushrooms on the park bench that he's sitting on, furiously rubbing at his nose with what must be his hundredth tissue by now but the mushrooms... they're everywhere and more and more keep popping up with every sneeze that leaves his body.
Won't someone tell him how to stopthis insanitythis sneezing? ]
wildcard;
( if you'd like something else, feel free to give me a ping and we can work something out! )
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Yes, it most certainly is. It's beautiful and agony and both and neither all at once.
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I wonder if this is my fate... to be the last among those who I could consider... friends.
[ Because he's seen it before, the last one standing with hundreds of manikins rushing towards him with the intent to kill him and Cosmos. To even be the last one to disappear once the conflict was over, having to watch each and every one of his comrades- his friends say their goodbyes before it was simply just him left in a field of flowers. ]
To protect the light and those who cannot defend themselves... perhaps it is simply a solitary life for a knight such as myself.
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Only if we let it be, Light. Simply because friends come and go does not mean we must fight alone. And there are many still here who love you, like myself and Sora.
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It's difficult to be around them sometimes.
[ His words are soft and he still doesn't look to Usagi. ]
Those who come from the conflict. For them to look at me as though I am nothing more than a stranger when... [ Noctis being the recent addition to that. ] ...it feels lonely and while Kain did not recall his time there in the conflict... he was still a friend to me within it, one I had hoped to have again here.
[ He shakes his head and allows himself to swallow then. ]
But I suppose it is not meant to be.
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I wish... I wish I could tell you not to give up hope, Light, that maybe someday someone will remember you who is from your world and not just with the same face.
While I do believe you shouldn't give up hope, I know how much it hurts to keep that hope alive, how much more it hurts when another month goes by and no one you know and love is by your side. But it's okay to also feel hopeless, to feel like there's no point in it... just... just sometimes. It's what makes us alive, Light. It's what makes us the complicated creatures we are.
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D
Curious, Sora heads over and can't help but grin.]
Don't you look like the fun guy.
[Get it?? Fun guy??]
Are you okay?
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The Warrior glances up while rubbing his nose with a tissue and offers a bit of a smile to the boy of light that he hasn't seen for some time now.
because Squall hogs all his time clearly.]I think this is what is called... being- [ Another sneeze, more mushrooms. ] sick.
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But is has been some time since he's seen the other and it's rotten luck catching him sick like this.
it's okay sora can lend squall out to light as much as he needsHe lets out a small chuckle.] Are the mushrooms why you're outside? Can't stay inside?
[What a predicament.]
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[ The Warrior and illness is not something he has much experience with, this world being the only time he's ever suffered like this to his recollection and so he still finds this entire ordeal to be difficult and confusing for him.
Coming to tuck a crumpled tissue in his pocket, he reaches for a fresh one from the small box he has with him. ]
I am not sure how long such a thing like this is to last.
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B
Such a tiny entrance into the sewers seems unusually small, though he wasn't expecting anything as grand as the Garamsythe Waterways, either. He stops, and calls down. ]
If you can push, and I can pull. On the count of three, then?
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I have the cat! When you are ready!
and a one and a two and a shake your boo-tay
One!, Two!
[ And.... ]
Three!
[ HEAVE!
Gabranth braces himself against the curb has he shifts to hoist Warrior up as swiftly and as carefully as he can. It takes some doing and a few shimmies, but whatever part that seemed to have been stuck now give way. Gabranth staggers back a few steps as Warrior finally pops free, but at least neither of them have fallen over.
Yet. ]
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Of course, balance is not exactly anything either of them seem to have much under control and a few seconds after freedom is found for both the Warrior and the cat, the Warrior comes to fall back into Gabranth and eventually onto the ground.
But, the cat? The cat is safe, held tightly against the Warrior's chest with not a scratch on them from the ordeal. ]
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A
[There is a melancholic echo of his words from a corner of the wall. Edea approaches slowly, her hands reaching out to touch a name or two as she drifts by the ever-increasing list.]
...I shouldn't say so.
It certainly isn't... a natural part of life. People aren't supposed to... vanish, one after the other. That's... a product of this island.
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Her words, however, cause the Warrior to pause, to look down for a moment before his blue eyes allow their gaze to wander back to her. ]
But loss itself... to feel it... it's to live, isn't it? To feel is to prove that you are alive...
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[Edea doesn't go in for this kind of sentimental talk. She frowns and shakes her head.]
Why loss? You can feel any number of things -- any emotion you should want. I don't need to lose something to know that I'm alive.
Life brings joy and pain in equal measure. I'm not going to ask for more pain.
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[ He stares to the girl for a moment before he looks back to the wall yet again. ]
I understand death and that such a thing is inevitable. But to simply vanish from this world... I find it strange. I know they are alive elsewhere and yet... there's a loss that I feel within and it makes me feel something I don't normally. So I wonder, if to feel like this is to feel alive.
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B
How the hell did you manage that?
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Would you believe a little determination? I could not leave this cat down here on their own.
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Eh? There's a cat down there?
[ He tries to look over the Warrior to see if he can spot the creature. ]
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Yes. It's why I am in this current pickle. I could not leave them crying down here.
[ And he hopes no one else would either. ]
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sorry for late reply. biz trip
no probs!
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A)
He hums, quietly, before turning to face the younger man. It is... interesting. Somehow fitting with the lack of experience in drinking tea, and coffee, which are not particularly strange or their own but fit in their own way with this question. ]
It certainly is not all that it means to be alive. But, yes, loss is part of being alive, as is joy, and curiosity, and the deep satisfaction of work well done, and the fear of what the next moment might bring...
Living feels like many, many things.
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I know how it feels to lose those in death... such a thing could even be considered inevitable.
[ Although death seems to almost lose its punch when one has endured it over and over again. ]
But to simply disappear from this world while knowing they are still alive elsewhere... it is a different sort of feeling. One which I am still not accustomed to.
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I have had... friends, close, dear friends, who have left my side - and it is always too sudden, even when they give warning - never to return, to live their lives away, in different regions, or on different countries altogether. 'tis still different, but not too foreign.
Missing them all the time, yet knowing - hoping - they are well where they are...
Do you know what waits the person who left, in their world?
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No. I knew nothing of their world... [ Even within the conflict. ] ...something that I thought I could perhaps learn more of this time.
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