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empatheias2018-05-01 09:50 pm
forthelight) wrote in empatheias2018-05-01 09:50 pm
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Who: Warrior of Light and... you!
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;
B) kitty rescue;
C) task ST0506: first date gone wrong;
D) an apple a day keeps the- mushrooms away?;
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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! )
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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[ Regis tilts his head, considering the phrasing. ]
You come from different worlds, yet you had met before being drawn here?
Apologies, you need not answer if you do not wish to. 'tis then a thought to consider, with those close to you still here. Knowing can hurt, but not knowing leaves an emptiness of wondering if the other may have needed to speak.
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[ It's something he's come accustomed to now, reminding himself every time that just because he comes to recognize a face within this world, doesn't mean that they will recognize him and about nine times out ten... they don't. ]
I suppose all I can do is hope they have found peace wherever it is that they may have returned to.
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[ Regis rather suspects that he knows the answer, by the look in the other man's eyes. But it is - best to ask, rather than assume. ]
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[ He's found his own "world" now, Cornelia, but anything before that, anything before the conflicts... there's nothing. Still nothing. ]
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[ Regis doesn't sigh, not quite, but the desire to do so is there. The gods...
The gods are surely crazy, sometimes. ]
As the past cannot quite be corrected, no matter how hard we may try, are you in need of offer of assistance with what you may be missing? Besides tea. I am, on the whole, very willing to answer questions, to the best of my abilities.
And share experiences, as well.
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You are not one from the conflicts I have endured [
but your son is.] so to provide me with any sort of insight concerning those is not possible I'm afraid.[ A pause. ]
Even if you were, as I have said, it seems no one ever remembers me.
[ And so the knight must walk alone? Perhaps that truly is his destiny after all. ]
But I do thank you for your kindness nonetheless.
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[ Regis understands well what the man means, though that was not quite what he was offering. Which. It would be all right to turn that down, as well, so long as it was not a matter of miscommunication. ] I meant with less specific things, such as tea questions, or other things that most people seem to accept as ordinary and familiar, yet might be somewhat less so, for you.
'tis a difficult thing, to not be remembered, I think.
[ Regis himself doesn't have that problem, but... he knows someone who, he thinks, suffers for it. ]
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Thank you, but for the moment, I am fine in that regard.
[ He's... had time to adjust? Although he still has nothing that could be considered "normal" given he doesn't even know what normal means. ]
Though, I do have a question.
[ A beat. ]
Our paths have crossed before and, to my recollection, you have not given me your name thus far. [ He blinks curiously. ] Why is that? From what I have experienced, people seem almost eager to share that.
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And the name itself is Regis. Regis Lucis Caelum.
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[ He repeats the name with a slow nod. ]
Do you prefer simply Regis then?
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[ Here. Other than a very few people, anyone in Lucis calling him that would be... at the very least looked at oddly.
But they are very much not in Lucis. ]
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Then Regis it shall be. Thank you.
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[ Beat, and he inclines his head, just a little. ]
And yourself?
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I am afraid I have no recollection of my name.
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And you have not chosen one for yourself?
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[ Slowly, he gives another shake of his head. ]
Even without being able to recall what it is, I know... somehow, I know that I have one.
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'tis a fair consideration, though it has stopped hardly anyone who wished to be called something for a time.
What would you wish me to call you, then.
[ Slightly different. But Regis highly doubts that going completely nameless is what the man has been doing. ]
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I see.
I will... desist from the discussion further, as it seems to me that you are weary of it. But if you do find out the name, or if you choose one, please let me know?
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I just need say - your name belongs to you, first and foremost. So if you decide to seek the one you lost, or choose another, then 'tis your decision alone. Please do not think I insist that you must.