In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
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The male viera took a ginger step backward as the one who introduced herself as “Kofi” (he wasn’t familiar with too many Hume beverages), the balls of his slightly upturned feet stepping in the soft soil. Long white ears that matched his hair, blessed of the Wood, tilted toward her at full attention. They were no longer pointed backward in an aggressive manner.
He was surprised at how much he had talked to this stranger—he rarely spoke that much, except to perhaps Ienzo, one of the few he considered being a “friend”. He wouldn’t go so far as calling Kofi a “kindred spirit”—though he sensed that they had far more in common than he would allow himself to say.
"That's good to hear...very good."
A small smile kept on his face to mirror hers.
“Are you surprised?” he said in his ever soft-spoken voice. “We make our own choices.”
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Mar 27, 2011 18:04:40 GMT -4
"Mmmm, I don't know what surprise me more. For a moment, I saw you for those vieras; from what I've gathered...quite snobbish and hardly flexible to change, yet you're not." She replied without any shame of her assumptions; observations had to start somewhere before one can get any clear cut answers. An twitched ear with a jingle of her ears once feeling a gnat buzzing annoyingly in them. Lifting her clawed hand she waved it away.
"Even with the social mark of an outcast, you chose to be connected with your origins, because you wanted to...freely...versus being clingy to the so-called traditions." She stopped as she contemplated a neatly wrapped conclusion, "In short, it's not that you made your own choices, but the choice you made in particular and the reasoning."
That was peculiar to her, because she practically chose the direct opposite it would seem.
Note listened carefully to Kofi, considering what she had to say. His long ears were not just gifted to listen to the whispers of the Wood, but perhaps it was a physical metaphor for how in tune he was to what others had to say—even if he sometimes did not want to hear it.
He did not seem to mind her blunt observations, and even welcomed them—he did not believe they were meant as insults—and if they were…well, he’d been insulted worse in the past before. Tilting is head, he observed her, and quietly smiled.
“Then I assume you’ve followed a much different path,” he said, ever quietly, glad to shift the subject off from him. He’d probably talked so much to her already—the words in this conversation alone could have surpassed the sum he said in about two weeks. The words carried a lack of judgment, but mere curiosity. He had met plenty of rouge viera in his day—each one with their own interesting story.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Apr 5, 2011 12:56:48 GMT -4
"Doesn't everyone live whatever lives they wish, especially those that work towards it? In Ivalice, that isn't so hard," Coffee clarified not linking any connections to herself and the viera life style; she isn't a viera so she wouldn't have one. Also personally she wouldn't have it any other way perfering to ignore the past rather than embrace.
"I come, go, and do as I please...and live for the high, the usual," truly she hardly have any boundaries and lives rather wildly roaming from one place to another like a vagabond without any sense of central grounding. Then again that was always apart of her, this free-spirit.
Lips curling into a small yet calm smile, Note nodded. It seemed as if the male was not one to smile—or had been in malpractice for a very long time. Clawed hands touching a snaking vine, a blue flower, deep like the ever-night sky, shook from the vine, and bloomed magnificently. “Correct,” he said quietly, as he gestured to the flower. “We’re not flowers, nor are we the Wood…we were gifted with free-will,” he said quietly.
He could tell she was avoiding talking about herself. That was plenty fine; most did not, afterall. Getting an outcast, or any viera, ex or not for that matter, to tell their age was like pulling teeth. One did not normally open themselves. Note really had nothing to hide anymore; his story was done, as far as he was concerned—even though he was still relatively young for his kind.
He still had his gardens, he thought quietly to himself.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Apr 14, 2011 9:35:33 GMT -4
(thank the dirbbles)
"Mmm and with free comes boredom," the viera replied flatly, "or perhaps Ivalice was much more lush then this spat of land. Sounds like I've been spoiled."
The viera snorted at the thought. This world was hardly anywhere near close to the activity she grew up around and yearned for. There were no clients with variety of bounties to collect; with no bounties, there were no challenges, and no challenges meant there wasn't any fun, spark, high, or meaning. "There's nothing venturing here, so in a way...you can turn into a flower here. You're just stuck, because you're planted and all you can do is live...then die...nothing worthwhile with that. You just sit and let the days past you."
"Then again hunting for a living can get you antsy...atleast you're always on the move...see new heights, experience knew things, perhaps get in a few life and death situations...but it's much better than being a plotted plant and wither away when it's your time. There's no living...except surviving."
She looked at those plants already having a dislike for their metaphor. They are bound by roots, and even if they have free-will they can turn into one of them...being bound down and cease to desire little to anything except the basic neccessities. Then her eyes lifted back up to Note, is he turning into a flower himself?
“There are other, more interesting worlds,” Note said quietly, as he turned his eyes skyward. “Few compare with Ivalice,” he whispered. And it was true. Even Radiant Garden was miniscule and tiny compared to Ivalice. He felt as if hundreds of these tiny, scattered worlds, could fit into his original world. The sky there was huge, and it felt as if it had went on forever—you were never really chained there…that was, after you left Golmore Jungle.
Why had he chained himself to Radiant Garden?
His hand grasped onto the silver pendant around his neck. That was right. She was buried there. He had tried going back to Ivalice—to pick up pieces of her—though his search had made him come back empty handed. Even Traverse Town was only a temporary fix, because of his friend.
Or was it because he longed to wander again?
He lifted his eyes to Kofi, “It sounds to me as if your story has not ended yet. There are still places for you to explore,” he said. His was over. That, he knew for sure.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Apr 18, 2011 22:23:38 GMT -4
"Well a story isn't over until you're dead; sure a part of you can die, but as long as I'm alive and kicking...there's always something to do, places to go, wonders to find. The sooner I get off this world the better."
"It's a shame isn't it? Some people always wonder if there was life outside their own...only to discover it's just a spec of what they had. It would truly be a pathetic fate if there's nothing greater, exciting, and diverse. Either that, or luck has become rotten."
This world has been making her antsy; she was bred to be strong and run, and she was born to be wild and free, and yet this viera wasn't sated with the caged boundaries of this world. It was quit irritating.
"And what of you're story. You make it sound like I'm the only one to explore and roam."
Suddenly his facial features became stoic and still as an impassible mountain, looming there quietly. “My story is over,” he said quietly, barely above a whisper, as he turned around, to caress a growing flower, which seemed to quiver underneath his touch. It had been long over, for years now. That weariness that loomed over him made him look like he was much older than he really was. It was that same weariness that loomed like a raincloud over someone who had lost someone or something important.
The flower in his hand turned black and wilted in his long elegant fingers. Raising his eyebrows to the other viera, his eyes looking like glass, he paused.
“Hold on, I may have something useful for your journey.”
Whatever it took to venture off the path off that topic.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on May 10, 2011 22:22:35 GMT -4
"Now what you can possibly have for me...," her head titled curiously as an ear twitched. Yes he was a plant and how unfortunate he chose his fate to rot here; if he wanted to live, he would've it seemed he doesn't have the heart or stomach for it. Also how funny he can be a character in someone else's tale, while his ended. With that within itself, it's truly never over.
She rather see what he may dump on her before speaking her mind, but she wondered if she should bluntly say that his 'no story' was a bunch of wyrm shit. Her eyes drifted down to the plant he was toying with.
"You killed it...quite a green thumb you have there."
Note heard the comments, but didn’t say much of anything to say he observed them. Only his large white ears twitched in response to her musings. Bending to the earth, he lifted what appeared to be a pale yellow leather bag. Gold seemed to be stitched into its skin, glimmering underneath the pale Victorian light given off from the town. Reaching long white claws into its contents, he pulled out a small, green brick-type object, and offered it to her.
“A Gummi Ship block, though it’s close to Ivalice technology,” he said quietly.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on May 11, 2011 22:58:14 GMT -4
She hummed hearing what it was and held back a coff as she took it. No this wasn't really something for her; the universe was twisted to point her back to Creme when she was minding her own business. Sure Ivalice was her home as well as the other vieras, but gummi blocks weren't her forte. Her nose twitched in a wrinkle as her fingers curled around it. "I'll make good use of it."
The viera thought twice about that if she really would. Her ears turned back curling at the tips in agitation. She perfered dealing with her frustrations with Creme elsewhere at another time.
"So you're giving up?" It came from a bag so he concluded it was his, since he too from Ivalice, "Is it truly worth it...for whatever reason?"
“It’s a cloaking device,” Note said, shifting back and forth between his appearance illusions as if to emphasize what the block was for. The cloaking was probably a very good reason why citizens of Ivalice rarely ever saw a male Viera –there were even Humes that believes there were only females! “It may or may not come in handy some day,” he said quietly.
"So you're giving up?"
Note paused, his ears freezing. A prolonged moment of silence passed, as he dropped his hands to his sides. “It’s…” he sighed. He looked torn. “My role is done,” he said quietly, with a torn sort of conviction.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jul 9, 2011 9:55:11 GMT -4
Her ears were now flattened and as the tip curled up in a displeased fashion; a brow arched in a questioning manner as the viera struggled to finish. His defeat made her wanted to punch him, a Coffee-route of her 'affection'. She had became a jagged piece of work, so her finesse can be just as rugged and easily misinterpretated. Instead her face grew hard and she demanded firmly, "get up."
"Your role's not done until the woods call you to rot with her and you let her," Coffee leaned forwards to grab him and force him on his feet, "I'm not going to stand here, let the few of us rot like she had, and do nothing. So whatever is eating you... get over it; life goes on. Hell even the woods still even made it here...because of you....bits and pieces of what she means."
Seeing her words coming out more harshly than intended she snorted,"If it's that important, that thing, then being nothing will make it less than nothing. You'll just be killing of a legacy."
She then halted to put space between them; she had other places to be, "There's a gummi ship in the First District; I and a couple of us are going to Radiant Garden. Be there."
