Maybe it's the silence that makes the whole thing strange. For his part, Noel's never had to deal with much of that; he and Serah had a natural ease, and before everything went downhill, he, Hope, and Snow acted in a similar way. And-- it's not like he's a quiet guy, either. Usually. It's just-- ...it's been centuries since he's met new people. Maybe he's forgotten how to talk to them.
Having a directive helps. Something to do. At heart, he's a person of action --maybe a little too much, honestly-- and he jumps to the task eagerly.
"Got it. It's not too far, so yell if you need me, alright?"
For what? Hell if he knows. It does sound kind of stupid, though, doesn't it? He, uh. He'll just go get that water.
If it wasn't daisies. If the vines weren't twisting in his chest. If the cure wasn't as much of a thorn as the illness. Maybe Noel might even laugh -- if not for that. Because it's true that Inigo looks a little chastened, a little embarrassed, and Noel can't help remembering how easily he fell for the last bit, and Gods be damned, it's been a long time since anyone made him laugh. So-- if only.
But right now, it's the rest of it that weighs on him...and equally, there's a weight of knowing someone is worried about him. So -- he has a responsibility to take this seriously.]
[... Ugh. He's gonna have to talk about it, isn't he. He's quiet a second, and then he forwards the information. His face, his tone, everything about his demeanor expresses reluctance.] ... I heard that telling a secret makes it better. Sounds crazy, right?
[But Inigo's been here longer than him -- he'd be a better judge of whether it counts as crazy, for this place.]
[ It's said in a way that sounds just a little bit sulky, but it's also relatively casual. Inigo's response is fast and pretty normal-sounding, making it indeed sound like this is a pretty common thing for him.
Maybe not the whole specific thing of an illness that's only cured by telling a secret, but it fits in enough with other examples of things he's seen here before that Inigo is willing to believe it.
So-- ]
What are you waiting for then? Tell me a secret! [ Sorry, Noel. Now you're getting grilled.
But it's just because it's for your own good that you're cured ASAP! ]
[Sounds accurate.] Oh, great, [he responds, drily, because this is infuriating and stupid, and frustrating beyond measure, and Noel is irritated over it.
Of course he ends up in a place where wishes mean power and magic doesn't work and now flowers start growing in your chest if you don't spill your personal business. Of course. But-- he can't exactly take it out on Inigo. It can't be blamed on either one of them.
Besides. He's trying to help.
Noel exhales shakily, quiet for a moment. He... he doesn't even know where to start. If he should start. If there's anything that doesn't count as too much. Unfortunately, because this is Noel, it's going to end up being extra in some way anyway.]
... Back home, there's this prophecy. I'm supposed to make a better world with it. But the thing I'm supposed to do in order to make it happen... [a pause; he shakes his head] ... I'm not sure I can do it, anymore.
It's not like you think. [Unique. Heroic. None of that. But it's easier to talk about, now, as vines ease up in his chest. So--he's gotta set things straight, here.] There are lots of moments all along the timeline that are supposed to happen. That need to happen. A prophecy isn't-- special. Just something that has to happen.
[The way he talks about it, it's as if he knows this concept like the back of his hand. A timeline that's malleable, guided by someone who can see it all. He may be the last of them, but he's still part of the Farseer tribe. He still knows what the seeress was able to see. Lightning and Caius, locked in their eternal battle. Cocoon falling. Harbingers of doom that needed to be prepared for.
Bringing about a new world through death. A sacrifice.
It's the worst and best question Inigo could possibly ask. Something like a test: if Noel can't even say it out loud anymore, how could he hope to go through with it when he gets home? And if Inigo thinks the idea of a prophecy is heroic at all...there's no better way to correct that perception.]
I'm supposed to kill someone. A 'savior' for a phony god. ...a friend.
[ Now it's becoming a little bit more like shock. Not because Inigo can't imagine any of this or it being too complicated to him, but exactly because he can recognize this sort of scenario. He can recognize it a little bit too well, making it feel like his heart suddenly stopped beating in his chest for a moment.
He didn't expect to suddenly run into such a familiar story coming from Noel of all people.
Catching his breath again, he quickly forces to speak more, needing to hear more about this. ]
[He's stumped, there. Because there's no good answer; do any of them care about each other, anymore? About anything? Snow seems perfectly content to wallow in the hollow decadence he's built up in Yusnaan. Sazh is gone. Hope is gone. And that's the one that hurts most. Hope is gone, disappeared, with no note or reason.
It hurt. More personally and more deeply than Noel was willing to let on.]
... I've got plenty of sense I'd like to shake into some of them, if I had the chance. [Snow could stand a couple of hits. For Hope -- he just wants to know why.] Doesn't matter so much now, though, right? I'm here. They're not.
[He sounds dismissive, like it's no big deal to just shut down a whole reasonable conversation. Which it is; Kazuya makes a reasonable point. Maybe that's why he does it. It's hard to look your mistakes in the eye.
Then, after a sigh, he adds:] You know what? It does feel better. Guess that really is how you deal with this.
[It's clear he's got a lot of problems, and Kazuya doubts that he'd be able to really be able to help with any of them. That being said, just being a sounding board is enough sometimes. Even just to let it out for the sake of helping to cure flowers and vines growing in ones lungs.
Awkwardly enough.]
They weren't kidding about the cure, but I'm glad you feel better. And I hope that maybe you'll get what you need here.
[Closure, or something like it. There's always a chance that whoever it is shows up, and maybe then Noel and whoever can talk about it.]
[Noel is quiet for a second. In part, he resents being forced to open up like this; it's not like he has any little secrets to give away, so whatever he picks lands firmly in the territory of personal stuff. But on the other hand? It's...not bad. Just-- talking.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to do more of it.
For now, he lets Kazuya's words roll around in his head before he tilts his head to look at him.] Have you? Gotten what you need, I mean.
[There's no chance of it, for him -- not in his mind. Not with Lightning worlds away and his prophecy currently unfulfilled. He won't see Yeul again like this. But...maybe he's curious. A bit.]
[Has he? Probably not. Not in the context of the vines that wind their way through his lungs, and definitely not sort of any closure that would have come from going home instead of landing here.
So he shakes his head.]
Not really, but there's still time, I think.
[Things he needs to work towards. Things he needs to figure out.]
I guess I should tell you some stuff in return, huh?
[There's still time, huh? There's something about that wording that Noel resonates with -- resonates with so much it almost hurts. He had thought the same, before...everything. He'd been ready and willing to live his life in a different time, to just...be. He thought he had plenty of time, too. Until he didn't.
But that's not the kinda thing you just say to someone.
He looks at Kazuya for a second, surprise in his expression, and then...he nods.] Sure, yeah. If you want, I mean. I owe you now, anyway.
[What's something harmless he can say? Something that he doesn't actually think of as too big of a secret, but one that he's been harbouring none the less. It's pretty strange, to think if it like that, after what Noel offered him, but...
Well. He doesn't know him all that well, yet.]
I'm actually afraid of going home, some days. I'm not really sure how much I want to leave this place, even though I also know I want to very badly.
[Not only for leaving the people here behind, but because that means he has to face the reality that he'd brought about back home too. It's scary, that prospect. Here? He's basically no one, even with as much power as he has.]
[He blurts it out almost automatically, with a tinge of judgment in his tone; Noel hasn't been here long enough to make a lasting connection, and with so much he needs to do in his own world, so many things waiting for him...
...
He can't keep up that biting look, though. Who's he to judge someone for finding a home? He was fully prepared to do the same, once he and Serah corrected the timeline. Settling down in a different time and place...didn't seem so bad, when everything was said and done. And-- he'd be singing a very different tune, too, if he'd never seen his own prophecy. Maybe he'd be happier to ride out the end of days in a place like this.
So his expression softens on an exhale.] ...No-- sorry. I can't say I get it, but everyone has their own reasons to feel whatever way about this place. [And to feel conflicted, too.] Sounds like you got something big waiting for you back home, though.
[Wow, judgey? But Kazuya can't blame him. There's plenty of people here who want to go home. He's one of them, a lot of the time. ]
It's not that I don't want to go home. It's just that I don't really know what I'm going home too. Things are a mess there for me, and this place is kind of like... A break, before I have to deal with that reality, you know? It gives me time to gather my thoughts and think about things, about what I should or shouldn't do when I finally do manage to make it back.
[It's not an easy thing to admit. But it is something he is admitting. A secret for a secret, and the constrictive feeling in his lungs does actually ease up, even if he feels awkward telling someone about something like this.]
And... There's people here who I like being around too. I've made friends here, ones that I won't be able to just see again so easily when I do leave.
[Okay, that part? That part, Noel understands. Brows pinched in a line, he sighs; whatever fight or judgment he had left about the confession disappears.]
Alright. I get that part. The mess.
[He's desperate to get home for a similar reason -- because Nova Chrysalia is done for, the end of days really is just days away, and even though his prophecy is supposed to make a new world possible...there's still that doubt. What if he fails? It wouldn't be the first time. What if Lightning is stronger than he thought? What if...what if...
He can't think about it right now.]
Must be hard. Thinking about losing friends if you leave.
It is... That's why I'm not too keen on leaving, just yet, at least. If the opportunity happens, then sure, I'll take it, but... I'd prefer to also at least say goodbye first.
[ Maybe that makes it harder, but at the same time, he knows there'd be regrets on his end if he'd somehow escaped this place without saying his goodbyes.
It'd be unbearable. It'd eat away at him, he knows it.]
[Noel watches the guy for a moment, torn between curiosity and something more like confusion. How can someone be so...chipper, at a time like this? Is it just an act?
Not like he's gonna ask. But he's interested.]
What, you need to read in order to do magic? [Look, that's just not how Final Fantasy magic works-- ...but after a moment, he says reluctantly,] You're right, though. I prefer a weapon I can hold in my hands. Feels more...reliable, I guess.
You don't have to read anything. Or, well, you don't need to. But it helps!
[ does flat notice that he's being scrutinized? from the way that he responds, it doesn't seem to register. he does smile when noel talks about himself, seeming somewhat relieved. ]
That's great! You're like the brawn to someone else's brains. What weapon do you use? A sword? A lance? A gun?
[You know, a more thoughtful person might look at that phrase --the brawn to someone else's brains-- and think...are you calling me stupid? Fortunately, and maybe a bit ironically, Noel isn't using enough critical thinking skills to make that connection.
Besides. It's not like it's untrue. Except that the brains of his partnership... well. She's long gone.]
Swords. I'm starting to think that's pretty common around here.
[There you have it. Noel huffs out a bit of a laugh, at that. He makes it sound simple...or maybe straightforward. All the same--]
You know what? Maybe you're right. And-- I think I am, actually. A little. [It's hard to say, when you've never had your lungs full of flowers before this, but maybe it doesn't feel as terrible?] What about you? Feeling any less...I dunno, flowery?
... Right. [But like, is it "right"?? Does he actually get it?]
Someone doesn't get to being the moon without a fair bit of power, either, I'm guessing.
[That. That's not how this works. But he certainly gets the thought of what Akechi's trying to say -- that the people in charge are in charge for a reason, and that reason? Can't be good for any of them.]
[A small pull of a smile follows his nod in response.] That obvious, huh? I got here this past month. It's... well, it's not like anywhere else I've been.
[To put it mildly. For many reasons. He gets to work, bagging up the crystals from the branch. This task, too, is unlike anything he's had to do before, but he seems up to the challenge. More than that, while he works, he lets curiosity lead his responses.]
So how does that work? The requests. You ask the crystal for something...what does the crystal get out of it?
[Zelda moves to help, picking up the pieces of the branch with nimble fingers. She has to laugh in response.]
I felt the same way when I got here. I imagine everyone does.
[Straightening for a moment, Zelda pulls out her crystal pendant, a translucent blue with gold flecks.]
That's right - you use the pendant you would have gotten on arrival. And that is basically how it works. Whatever you've asked for will be in your home when you return there. Or, if it's a power of yours, it comes back immediately. [Stowing the pendant back under her shirt, Zelda shakes her head.] It gains a form of power, I believe. Some kind of energy.
[The smile remains, broadening a bit at her words. The observation, maybe. It makes him think a bit.] Yeah? Wonder if that's because this place isn't what we're all used to, or if it's really different from anyone else's world.
[He could see it going either way.
Noel's gaze follows her direction, frowning at her pendant. You ask for something, the crystal gets it for you. It gains some kind of power...]
... Do you trust it? [He sort of blurts that out before he can filter it.] I mean...if it gets some kind of power from things we ask it for, or from us, or something like that...what does it need that power for, anyway?
[Noel nods, raising his own arm to match the height. Stupidly, he sort of...hasn't considered that they might not be universally known. Like-- cats and dogs and stuff, right? You've got pets. You've got food animals like chickens. And you have your riding animals: Chocobos. This sorta just makes sense to him.
...
Maybe eventually he'll consider the fact that he hasn't actually seen any since he got here...]
That's the height. Makes these cute bird sounds. All yellow -- well. Most of them. Found some red ones, too.
[A veritable rainbow, actually, but the other colors were way too wild to ride. Even the red ones were a bit much.]
[ While they're not his preferred steed of choice, Roche never could deny the appeal — a lifelong bosom companion that was able to communicate better than a steel chassis (in some cases) and someone to share in the experience of a long journey? Yeah, he gets it. Even so, they came with their own set of drawbacks that he's not sure if he could ever manage in Midgar. Housing was a big one, not to mention its personal safety and that of others should it get loose and decide to cause problems.
Still, he'd never turn down the opportunity to hop into that saddle if he were given the choice. ]
Outside of the racetrack I don't believe I've ever seen one of that color in person, but I believe that may simply be because they're not found in the region I currently live in.
Mhm. The red ones'll eat everything you got, if you're not careful.
[Ruthless savages. No matter how long it's been, Noel still remembers the sore backside and ego that came after being thrown out of the saddle when he ran out of greens to feed those guys. Come to think of it, he stopped seeing them after all of the paradoxes had been fixed...were they a product of the altered timeline? Hmm. Maybe he'll never know, for sure -- not while he's here, at any rate.
Weirdly, it's kinda nice thinking back on those times.]
Wouldn't surprise me at all. There were plenty of monsters that only lived in certain areas on Pulse...I'm pretty sure that was the case with different colors of Chocobo, too.
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@fragmentaryblue
Maybe it's the silence that makes the whole thing strange. For his part, Noel's never had to deal with much of that; he and Serah had a natural ease, and before everything went downhill, he, Hope, and Snow acted in a similar way. And-- it's not like he's a quiet guy, either. Usually. It's just-- ...it's been centuries since he's met new people. Maybe he's forgotten how to talk to them.
Having a directive helps. Something to do. At heart, he's a person of action --maybe a little too much, honestly-- and he jumps to the task eagerly.
"Got it. It's not too far, so yell if you need me, alright?"
For what? Hell if he knows. It does sound kind of stupid, though, doesn't it? He, uh. He'll just go get that water.
@flatteries
[If.
If it wasn't daisies. If the vines weren't twisting in his chest. If the cure wasn't as much of a thorn as the illness. Maybe Noel might even laugh -- if not for that. Because it's true that Inigo looks a little chastened, a little embarrassed, and Noel can't help remembering how easily he fell for the last bit, and Gods be damned, it's been a long time since anyone made him laugh. So-- if only.
But right now, it's the rest of it that weighs on him...and equally, there's a weight of knowing someone is worried about him. So -- he has a responsibility to take this seriously.]
Magic. Healing. [Very descriptive!] That-- potion? I got healing magic. Tried that.
[... Ugh. He's gonna have to talk about it, isn't he. He's quiet a second, and then he forwards the information. His face, his tone, everything about his demeanor expresses reluctance.] ... I heard that telling a secret makes it better. Sounds crazy, right?
[But Inigo's been here longer than him -- he'd be a better judge of whether it counts as crazy, for this place.]
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[ It's said in a way that sounds just a little bit sulky, but it's also relatively casual. Inigo's response is fast and pretty normal-sounding, making it indeed sound like this is a pretty common thing for him.
Maybe not the whole specific thing of an illness that's only cured by telling a secret, but it fits in enough with other examples of things he's seen here before that Inigo is willing to believe it.
So-- ]
What are you waiting for then? Tell me a secret! [ Sorry, Noel. Now you're getting grilled.
But it's just because it's for your own good that you're cured ASAP! ]
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Of course he ends up in a place where wishes mean power and magic doesn't work and now flowers start growing in your chest if you don't spill your personal business. Of course. But-- he can't exactly take it out on Inigo. It can't be blamed on either one of them.
Besides. He's trying to help.
Noel exhales shakily, quiet for a moment. He... he doesn't even know where to start. If he should start. If there's anything that doesn't count as too much. Unfortunately, because this is Noel, it's going to end up being extra in some way anyway.]
... Back home, there's this prophecy. I'm supposed to make a better world with it. But the thing I'm supposed to do in order to make it happen... [a pause; he shakes his head] ... I'm not sure I can do it, anymore.
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Inigo blinks at him. He doesn't look shocked out of his mind or anything, but the young man certainly looks surprised. ]
You are the center of a prophecy?
[ He knows it happens sometimes - there are so many stories and legends about this sort of thing where he comes from - but Noel seems so..
.. normal? Maybe that's the right word for it. He doesn't seem like some sort of big hero. ]
What is it that you needed to do?
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[The way he talks about it, it's as if he knows this concept like the back of his hand. A timeline that's malleable, guided by someone who can see it all. He may be the last of them, but he's still part of the Farseer tribe. He still knows what the seeress was able to see. Lightning and Caius, locked in their eternal battle. Cocoon falling. Harbingers of doom that needed to be prepared for.
Bringing about a new world through death. A sacrifice.
It's the worst and best question Inigo could possibly ask. Something like a test: if Noel can't even say it out loud anymore, how could he hope to go through with it when he gets home? And if Inigo thinks the idea of a prophecy is heroic at all...there's no better way to correct that perception.]
I'm supposed to kill someone. A 'savior' for a phony god. ...a friend.
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[ Now it's becoming a little bit more like shock. Not because Inigo can't imagine any of this or it being too complicated to him, but exactly because he can recognize this sort of scenario. He can recognize it a little bit too well, making it feel like his heart suddenly stopped beating in his chest for a moment.
He didn't expect to suddenly run into such a familiar story coming from Noel of all people.
Catching his breath again, he quickly forces to speak more, needing to hear more about this. ]
You were trying to prevent the wrong future.
@belheir
They...
[He's stumped, there. Because there's no good answer; do any of them care about each other, anymore? About anything? Snow seems perfectly content to wallow in the hollow decadence he's built up in Yusnaan. Sazh is gone. Hope is gone. And that's the one that hurts most. Hope is gone, disappeared, with no note or reason.
It hurt. More personally and more deeply than Noel was willing to let on.]
... I've got plenty of sense I'd like to shake into some of them, if I had the chance. [Snow could stand a couple of hits. For Hope -- he just wants to know why.] Doesn't matter so much now, though, right? I'm here. They're not.
[He sounds dismissive, like it's no big deal to just shut down a whole reasonable conversation. Which it is; Kazuya makes a reasonable point. Maybe that's why he does it. It's hard to look your mistakes in the eye.
Then, after a sigh, he adds:] You know what? It does feel better. Guess that really is how you deal with this.
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Awkwardly enough.]
They weren't kidding about the cure, but I'm glad you feel better. And I hope that maybe you'll get what you need here.
[Closure, or something like it. There's always a chance that whoever it is shows up, and maybe then Noel and whoever can talk about it.]
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Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to do more of it.
For now, he lets Kazuya's words roll around in his head before he tilts his head to look at him.] Have you? Gotten what you need, I mean.
[There's no chance of it, for him -- not in his mind. Not with Lightning worlds away and his prophecy currently unfulfilled. He won't see Yeul again like this. But...maybe he's curious. A bit.]
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[Has he? Probably not. Not in the context of the vines that wind their way through his lungs, and definitely not sort of any closure that would have come from going home instead of landing here.
So he shakes his head.]
Not really, but there's still time, I think.
[Things he needs to work towards. Things he needs to figure out.]
I guess I should tell you some stuff in return, huh?
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But that's not the kinda thing you just say to someone.
He looks at Kazuya for a second, surprise in his expression, and then...he nods.] Sure, yeah. If you want, I mean. I owe you now, anyway.
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Well. He doesn't know him all that well, yet.]
I'm actually afraid of going home, some days. I'm not really sure how much I want to leave this place, even though I also know I want to very badly.
[Not only for leaving the people here behind, but because that means he has to face the reality that he'd brought about back home too. It's scary, that prospect. Here? He's basically no one, even with as much power as he has.]
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[He blurts it out almost automatically, with a tinge of judgment in his tone; Noel hasn't been here long enough to make a lasting connection, and with so much he needs to do in his own world, so many things waiting for him...
...
He can't keep up that biting look, though. Who's he to judge someone for finding a home? He was fully prepared to do the same, once he and Serah corrected the timeline. Settling down in a different time and place...didn't seem so bad, when everything was said and done. And-- he'd be singing a very different tune, too, if he'd never seen his own prophecy. Maybe he'd be happier to ride out the end of days in a place like this.
So his expression softens on an exhale.] ...No-- sorry. I can't say I get it, but everyone has their own reasons to feel whatever way about this place. [And to feel conflicted, too.] Sounds like you got something big waiting for you back home, though.
[That part, he gets.]
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It's not that I don't want to go home. It's just that I don't really know what I'm going home too. Things are a mess there for me, and this place is kind of like... A break, before I have to deal with that reality, you know? It gives me time to gather my thoughts and think about things, about what I should or shouldn't do when I finally do manage to make it back.
[It's not an easy thing to admit. But it is something he is admitting. A secret for a secret, and the constrictive feeling in his lungs does actually ease up, even if he feels awkward telling someone about something like this.]
And... There's people here who I like being around too. I've made friends here, ones that I won't be able to just see again so easily when I do leave.
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Alright. I get that part. The mess.
[He's desperate to get home for a similar reason -- because Nova Chrysalia is done for, the end of days really is just days away, and even though his prophecy is supposed to make a new world possible...there's still that doubt. What if he fails? It wouldn't be the first time. What if Lightning is stronger than he thought? What if...what if...
He can't think about it right now.]
Must be hard. Thinking about losing friends if you leave.
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[ Maybe that makes it harder, but at the same time, he knows there'd be regrets on his end if he'd somehow escaped this place without saying his goodbyes.
It'd be unbearable. It'd eat away at him, he knows it.]
@escardos
[Noel watches the guy for a moment, torn between curiosity and something more like confusion. How can someone be so...chipper, at a time like this? Is it just an act?
Not like he's gonna ask. But he's interested.]
What, you need to read in order to do magic? [Look, that's just not how Final Fantasy magic works-- ...but after a moment, he says reluctantly,] You're right, though. I prefer a weapon I can hold in my hands. Feels more...reliable, I guess.
sorry for the delay!
[ does flat notice that he's being scrutinized? from the way that he responds, it doesn't seem to register. he does smile when noel talks about himself, seeming somewhat relieved. ]
That's great! You're like the brawn to someone else's brains. What weapon do you use? A sword? A lance? A gun?
no worries!!
Besides. It's not like it's untrue. Except that the brains of his partnership... well. She's long gone.]
Swords. I'm starting to think that's pretty common around here.
@diedeliberately
[There you have it. Noel huffs out a bit of a laugh, at that. He makes it sound simple...or maybe straightforward. All the same--]
You know what? Maybe you're right. And-- I think I am, actually. A little. [It's hard to say, when you've never had your lungs full of flowers before this, but maybe it doesn't feel as terrible?] What about you? Feeling any less...I dunno, flowery?
["Flowery." That's stupid, even for him.]
@enteloki
[The moon.]
... Right. [But like, is it "right"?? Does he actually get it?]
Someone doesn't get to being the moon without a fair bit of power, either, I'm guessing.
[That. That's not how this works. But he certainly gets the thought of what Akechi's trying to say -- that the people in charge are in charge for a reason, and that reason? Can't be good for any of them.]
Did you try to ask them anything?
@anachronology
[A small pull of a smile follows his nod in response.] That obvious, huh? I got here this past month. It's... well, it's not like anywhere else I've been.
[To put it mildly. For many reasons. He gets to work, bagging up the crystals from the branch. This task, too, is unlike anything he's had to do before, but he seems up to the challenge. More than that, while he works, he lets curiosity lead his responses.]
So how does that work? The requests. You ask the crystal for something...what does the crystal get out of it?
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I felt the same way when I got here. I imagine everyone does.
[Straightening for a moment, Zelda pulls out her crystal pendant, a translucent blue with gold flecks.]
That's right - you use the pendant you would have gotten on arrival. And that is basically how it works. Whatever you've asked for will be in your home when you return there. Or, if it's a power of yours, it comes back immediately. [Stowing the pendant back under her shirt, Zelda shakes her head.] It gains a form of power, I believe. Some kind of energy.
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[He could see it going either way.
Noel's gaze follows her direction, frowning at her pendant. You ask for something, the crystal gets it for you. It gains some kind of power...]
... Do you trust it? [He sort of blurts that out before he can filter it.] I mean...if it gets some kind of power from things we ask it for, or from us, or something like that...what does it need that power for, anyway?
@redlines
Yep. A big bird.
[Noel nods, raising his own arm to match the height. Stupidly, he sort of...hasn't considered that they might not be universally known. Like-- cats and dogs and stuff, right? You've got pets. You've got food animals like chickens. And you have your riding animals: Chocobos. This sorta just makes sense to him.
...
Maybe eventually he'll consider the fact that he hasn't actually seen any since he got here...]
That's the height. Makes these cute bird sounds. All yellow -- well. Most of them. Found some red ones, too.
[A veritable rainbow, actually, but the other colors were way too wild to ride. Even the red ones were a bit much.]
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[ While they're not his preferred steed of choice, Roche never could deny the appeal — a lifelong bosom companion that was able to communicate better than a steel chassis (in some cases) and someone to share in the experience of a long journey? Yeah, he gets it. Even so, they came with their own set of drawbacks that he's not sure if he could ever manage in Midgar. Housing was a big one, not to mention its personal safety and that of others should it get loose and decide to cause problems.
Still, he'd never turn down the opportunity to hop into that saddle if he were given the choice. ]
Outside of the racetrack I don't believe I've ever seen one of that color in person, but I believe that may simply be because they're not found in the region I currently live in.
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[Ruthless savages. No matter how long it's been, Noel still remembers the sore backside and ego that came after being thrown out of the saddle when he ran out of greens to feed those guys. Come to think of it, he stopped seeing them after all of the paradoxes had been fixed...were they a product of the altered timeline? Hmm. Maybe he'll never know, for sure -- not while he's here, at any rate.
Weirdly, it's kinda nice thinking back on those times.]
Wouldn't surprise me at all. There were plenty of monsters that only lived in certain areas on Pulse...I'm pretty sure that was the case with different colors of Chocobo, too.