I think I’m gonna come back to this blog in a little bit! It’ll take a while for activity to return to normal since I’ve been busy with other blogs. I start college soon and so activity might suffer even more then. I also have a puppy now!
(Boy of Façade):
What cause this woman had for traversing such inhospitable lands was something that Sechs wished to know. His was a curiosity too strong and in need of understanding; she was, after all, decidedly different. Whilst he sported a mask, she sported silken ears and a visage most peculiar. But then, he supposed, most regarded the People of the Mask to be equally so. He approached only with good intentions, pure of heart and mind. There was no ill-sentiment towards those who were just as different as he.
But from where did she come ? Who were her people ? Façade, in all its peace and prosperity, yearned for alliances. Whilst he was entirely innocent to the nature of who and what she was, he wondered, perchance, if it was opportune to reach out. Bonds were better forged in kindness than they were to be acquaintances to be broken.
“Yes ! I speak your tongue !” He rewarded the reply with a smile no less, despite how his accent strained upon the syllables. Somewhat versed as he was in the common tongue, it was only on account of what his late father and his Advisor had taught him.
“I asked: do you have business in the kingdom of Façade ? The city is not far from here.”
There is was- the language she could understand well. It seemed to be a blessing from however many Gods that he would share a common tongue with the Viera of another land. It was simply an added bonus that he seemed hold a certain amount of kindness in his heart. How relieving it was to see that he wore a smile and took a cheery tone in speaking with her in a language they could both understand.
“I am glad yet I am not familiar with you kingdom. Although I am amazed that a city can thrive out here.”
It really was quite wondrous. Judging by the way he dressed it seemed that the style of clothing was built to keep them safe from the harsh sun of the desert. What a innovative way to live is difficult terrain. Despite her own dress which would allow her to remain cool, she feared what the sun might do to her own skin. Even now she felt as though she would burn out here.
A hand rose to shield her eyes from the bright rays from the sky and looked down to the other.
“If the city is not far perhaps you might take me there as refuge?”
(Speaker of Taguels):
“ But ya’ve got the ears–rabbit? Er, well if ya say you’re not a taguel then. But uh; ‘Viera’? Now the Vaike’s jus’ plain ol’ confused– Ah! I got it; maybe ya can’t shift ‘cause ya don’t have a beaststone? Wait, ya just said you’re not taguel– “ Different pages in different books.
“I am not familiar with this Beaststone you speak of. I have told you I am not the race you tell me about.”
It was only standard for her to find oafs who could not decipher what exactly her race was. Even those in her own world of Ivalice would not be familiar with one in real life. Most read the books of the tall-eared creatures that resided somewhere hidden. But there were always those such as herself that rejected the custom and walked among Humes.
“Yes, I have ears but I am no rabbit.”
(Drunkard):
“Well ya sure as hell wasn’t obligated.” He narrowed his gaze and rolled his tongue along his teeth.
Ozmone Plain? It didn’t ring a bell nor blew any whistles.
The sky was unfamiliar, disturbingly bright, and the air was crisp - somewhat empty. Not thick or smothering like what he was used too. It was like breathing for the first time. The grass, to his complete surprise, smelled like grass and it had been a long while since the last time beams of sunlight flushed his cheeks.
“Who the hell and what the fuck are you supposed to be anyway?” Whoever she might’ve been, she was clearly right where she was supposed to be. Unlike him - misplaced and drunk on wanderlust. Even beyond here, beneath his blankets and within the sanctuary of his own four walls - he was tragically misplaced.
“Humor me a little less, broad.” A huge chunk of him lingered in denial. This was a bad dream and somehow he had manifested the devil in heels. Dark and tall. Beastly and beautiful.
Alas, the Turk in him knew better. The street in him knew damn well he was in a compromising situation, unequipped, probably more than a little inebriated, and aimless.
He rubbed his temples, incredibly anxious - incredibly tired.
“If ya ain’t solve all my problems then you didn’t do me no favors.”
The rudeness and shear lack of care for the fact that she had just saved his life struck so many cords with the Viera that she nearly impaled him in his place. What kept her here? Why did she care what became of this man if she left him to the dangers of the plains? A part of her actually prayed to her deities that anything come to strike him down. Even a bolt of lightning would do her could right about now to rid her of this man.
But in the off chance that he could perhaps get himself to his own feet and wander to the first person who would actually give a damn planted her feet before him. She did not need someone on her about such a insignificant person.
“I see you have your own custom of showing your greatest rudeness to those who save you. I don’t believe your drunken self is in the place to have such manners.”
She swore the next Mesmenir that stampeded its way over to them would somehow find its way over the man’s body. Perhaps Fran would accidentally step the wrong way and fail to stop the creatures hooves from trampling him. All kindness was lost from the Viera in regards to this man. She was used to the rudeness of Humes yet this was an all new kind of rude she was experiencing. Not even the slightest of thank you’s for the rescuing of a useless drunkard.
“So you would have much rather I allowed it to stampede? Duly noted.”
Hey guys- the replies going out lately were all queued and I think that’s how I’ll have to run this blog for a while. I made a Snow and I’ve been having a really great time over there. I’m not ready to leave Fran so I will keep doing my best to do replies! The Queue is giving out two at a time and once the Queue runs out I’ll be back to do more replies!
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Waning Years of the War :: Fran & Balthier ::
(Balthier):
‘how vulgar.’
that phrase lingered vicariously inside the treasured fool’s head. surely she was only cheeky, taking a mental note from her expression but who is to really say that he still shouldn’t heed the Viera’s word. in a world filled with all walks of life, both humanoid and creature–big or small–//–bottomline;– not everyone walked on the same beat and rhythm of that Balthier’s. and kindly so he very much preferred that it stayed that way. a wink shot forth and landed itself towards his partner, becoming a tad bit more exasperated from the idea of them becoming separated. “–rubbish, Fran, but surely wherever we decide to stay for the night–they best have a decent change of wardrobe.”
firm and well statured on top the hot and golden sands of the Phon Coast, a fancy spot to make crash scene would definitely raise some eyebrows. her suggestion proved to be the best course of action, but something had also gone amiss from the filch like grasp of the leading man. gil. the very necessary means to life, or so he thinks, but as you think about it–the very essence of currency has the power to make just about anything cater to his very whims and often at times reveal the silver lining that most mere men would often be too blinded to see.
a smooth, almost inaudible sigh jetted through thin umber folds as a sacrifice was needed to be executed and fast. throughout his many of days filching for treasure, he discovered a very effective means to make some quick and easy money whenever in a rut.
“Fran. I’ll need your assistance on this one my dear. Pray that your injuries can keep up..unless you wish to be carried–the leading man would make such adjustments.” olive colored sandals trotted towards the wreckage, in hopes to salvage manageable parts in exchange of gil. “We’re going to strip this down for everything she’s worth before we part. tut-tut”
A shake of her head and perhaps the slightest rolling of eyes was her response to the wink as she allowed herself to push up to her sore feet. Without the largely inclined shoes to plagued her she found herself able to walk comfortably with the sand beneath her. He eyes trailed to the rubble sitting along the shore as a destroyed remnant of what had kept them alive. An eyebrow raised at the wreckage as if to piece it apart in her mind. How much Gil would this fetch? At least they could make nice coin off the functional pieces.
“No carrying- my injuries will fair just fine without it.”
Knowing that she had been carried was the slightest blow to her own pride but she knew that it had not been the intentions of the sky pirate. Her survival had depended on it and even if she couldn’t save herself she was not a fool as to put pride before life. The fact that was still breathing was thanks to the man standing before her and she would be endlessly grateful to him.
“I am sure the technology of this will sell nicely... And perhaps a smithy would take scraps off our hands if they were good sizes.”
Able to break down what the ship could get them she figured it would be plenty to give them a place to stay and a few good meals- Gods knew she needed one. Once they were back to their usual selves they would finally be able to get back to the Strahl.
Hands fell upon the open door of the shuttle and she pushed on it to break the hinges so she could easily get to what was left of the controls within the ship. Whatever homing devices and otherwise composed the machinery within, it would be worth the most. They had to be careful while dealing with the technology lest they destroy the value of it.
(Trey):
“–I suppose your logic is correct. We believe that the Crystals are a messenger from the gods of sorts, which guide the world through special humans called L’Cie. Well, with their POWER, they couldn’t even be calledhuman…Still, I hope your Vieran deities don’t mind my presence in your nation.” Ｔ✗ █║│➴
“My deities to not mind the new souls on their lands. This nation belongs to their leaders yet the land is theirs.” Eyes to the sky she peered at the clouds curiously then back to the archer. “These L’Cie are the true pawns, are they not? Rather than the soldiers that follow their orders.”
(The Soldier):
vieranhearts.
❛ you’re not supposed to be here. ❜
as part of the guardian corps, she’s not allowed to let civilians back there. it normally doesn’t matter much, but with psicom’s… eagerness to catch the big, bad l’cies, there isn’t much she can do about it. orders are orders, and if she wants to keep this job for her and serah, it means following the rules - even if they’re incredibly suspicious.
“And what might be hidden back there?”
Her curiosity went as far as the places she was told she could not go. It was a certain trait for gathered from spending so long with a sky pirate that didn’t care where he was welcome. The Viera stared past the soldier looking for a clue as to what it was she was looking at. Yet a foreign world would show he foreign structures that she could not make out the uses for.
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Send one for my muse’s reaction~!
“I never miss!” “You know what? I’m through with it - I’m through running. I’m ready to find my purpose.” “Got a surprise for you!” “Don’t listen to ____’s lies!” “I am simply myself. No more and no less; and I want only to be free.” “Even with power, we cannot change what has passed. What is done, is done.” “I will avenge those who have died!” “Believe what you want to, whatever it takes to make you happy.” “I am the leading man. Might need to do something heroic.” “There’s a proper way to do everything.” “With each passing day, the world finds new and exciting ways to kill a man.” “It’s not easy being this popular, you know.” “Remember what curiosity killed. Just a friendly word of advice.” “If I could protect but one person from war’s horror… then I would bear any shame. I would bear it proudly.” “Wield your hatred and crush me. I welcome it!“ "My hands are stained with blood; I see little reason to stay them now.” “What am I to do with those who would oppose me…but show them death?” “It ends now.” “You’ve let your eyes betray your heart…” “I slew your king. I slew your country. Do these deeds not demand vengeance?” “As long as I can curse your name, I shall not be defeated!” “Even a stray has pride!” “Blood alone does not an emperor make” “The stain of ____’s blood shall be washed clean from history’s weave.” “After them!” “What..have you done?” “I’m afraid your time here is over!” “You’re barely old enough to be a man, you shouldn’t be forced to wield a sword.” “You don’t need to worry about me - I’m tougher than I look.” “Such strength - Inhuman!” “I am no false saint for you to use!” “If you are so set on running, hadn’t you best be off?” “For too long have my deeds gone unrewarded.” “Permit me to ask: who are you? An angel of vengeance? Or perchance a saint of salvation?” “Bold words, child.” “You shall not tread this path alone.” “You know what they say about the leading man? He never dies.” “I would say that you’re more like a …‘supporting’ role.” “I shall bring your futile attempts at rebellion to an end.” “You think me a common thief?!” “At least we thought to bring entertainment…” “Well, at least your sword is to the point.” “Call me old-fashioned, but I was hoping for a treasure whose worth we could measure.” “You’re supposed to be dead!” “Always hiding behind your toys. Pity if anything were to happen to them.” “Ah, you want to dance? Then let’s dance!” “Hasty, aren’t they? I think it’s a little early to be throwing away our lives just yet.” “Do I have to do everything around here?”
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(Brute):
(྾ vieranhearts ྾)
“ Er–you’re a taguel, right? I thought taguel preferred shiftin’ to fight rather than usin’ weapons. “ Not that he’s an expert.
“A taguel? I cannot say that I am. This is the only form I posses so to fight in another would be impossible. I am a Viera.”
A taguel...? What was that?
gaiafleur
Sweet aromas impacted upon heightened senses as the woman took a deep breath. The air here was fresh and remained untainted by the world around it. Such a bleak city and to find that one place where flowers seemed to grow... It was strange. The Mist was absent in these flowers and this world. It appeared her travels brought her to far more places void of the Mist than those that shared it. Perhaps the Mist only served the same purpose in her own plain. These people were doing just fine without the substance running through their veins.
A patch at the center served as the perfect place for her lithe body to remain as she knelt before the vibrant colors and reached out to delicately grasp a flower. Not once did she think to rip it from its stem and take it for herself.
“This world maintained some of its beauty. It is hidden here.”
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20 QUESTIONS: mun & muse edition.
BOLD the muse’s answers. ITALICIZE the mun’s answers.
1. AGE? … below 14 | 14 - 17 | 18 - 25 | 26 - 35 | 36 - 40 | 41+
2. GENDER? … male | female | genderfluid | non-binary | agender | other | don’t know/prefer not to answer
3. ZODIAC SIGN? … aries | taurus | gemini | cancer | leo | virgo | libra | scorpio | sagittarius | capricorn | aquarius | pisces
4. SEXUALITY? … straight | gay | lesbian | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | don’t know/prefer not to answer
5. FAVOURITE COLOUR? … red | orange | yellow | green | blue | indigo | violet | pink | silver | gold | black | white | other
6. HARRY POTTER or LORD OF THE RINGS? … harry potter | lord of the rings | both | neither
7. COFFEE OR TEA? … coffee | tea | both | neither
8. ROMANCE OR SEX? … romance | sex | neither
9. BEST TIME OF DAY? … dawn | morning | afternoon | evening | night
10. WHAT’S BETTER, BEING LIKED OR BEING FEARED? … being liked | being feared
11. MOVIES OR BOOKS? … movies | books | neither
12. STAGE SHOWS OR MOVIES? … stage shows | movies | neither
13. HAIR COLOUR? … brown | black | red | blonde | gray | white | salt and pepper | two-toned | other
14. EYE COLOUR? … blue | brown | green | hazel | black | violet | gray | other
15. HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN A BONE? … yes | no
16. ALIGHMENT? … lawful good | neutral good | chaotic good | lawful neutral | true neutral | chaotic neutral | lawful evil | neutral evil | chaotic evil
17. CHINESE ZODIAC SIGN? … pig | rat | ox | tiger | rabbit | dragon | snake | horse | sheep | monkey | rooster | dog | idk
18. ELEMENT? … fire | earth | air | water
19. HOGWARTS HOUSE? … gryffindor | ravenclaw | hufflepuff | slytherin | idk
20. FAVOURITE SEASON? … autumn | winter | spring | summer
martialhart
A tragedy had occurred here once. Charred pieces of what once was lay littered across the landscape and a barren mountain looked over her as if to scare the Viera off. She had never seen such destruction before. Eyes flickered from building to building. What most saw would be ruins yet she saw what these once were.
They were homes and shops- the little things to keep a town going- and the large pile of rubble had to have been a mension of sorts. There were signs that told her it was once a lively town with a unique group of people. But now they had all gone and left behind what whad been taken from them. Perhaps they set it ablaze on their own and wished to get away from the life. Or maybe another had torched the community and their souls danced around her.
“What could have happened here... This land is dead.”