[A mysterious letter is posted anonymously to the forum. It also looks like the name of the person it's written to is in some kind of code. The author is hurting deeply, yet is trying to preserve the identity of the person they're writing to so as not to hurt them too.]
Cirrus,
I doubt you will ever see this, or want to see this. I wanted to get my feelings out without bothering you. Only ... it’s ironic, but even now, I don’t know how to properly articulate what I want to say.
I want to tell you I am so sorry, so very sorry for everything. And yet I know it will sound hollow, even like a cruel joke. What does it matter if I’m sorry? I can’t change anything. I can’t bring anything or anyone back. I will have to live with my grief and guilt forever, and you ... you will have to live with the end results of everything I caused. My pain is only just and right. Yours is not, and knowing I can do nothing to heal your heart and soul tears mine further to shreds.
I was so foolish to ever believe you might come to care about me. There is no possible way you ever could, especially when now that I tried to fix what I could of a problem, I’ve caused yet another. It seems I will never stop making you miserable, even when that is the last thing I want to do. I care for you so deeply, but the only right thing to do is to stay away from you, to never let you see or hear me again, and to never give up trying to fix the new problem I’ve caused.
I will not bother you ever again. It is highly unlikely you will ever see this letter. I suppose I don’t really mean for you to, and yet part of me, that continuing, foolish part of me, hopes that perhaps you will, someday. Otherwise, why would I even post it at all, even anonymously?
Arrival - Planet (Things have gotten very weird for Harry the moment he reunited with his wand shortly after repairing it with the Elder Wand. Just moments ago, he was at the Headmaster’s Office doing just that. You think that he can finally rest easy after all the pain, difficulties, and dangers he had went through for nearly his entire existence. But nope, a mysterious portal dragged him out of Hogwarts and his world and into a different world. He soon finds himself falling down into the deep void, which honestly felt like an eternity for him.
It was a never ending spiral that he couldn’t escape from even if he could, until he soon finds himself landing on top of a tree, tangled up amongst the branches and leaves. Panic slowly creeps up on him as he tries to get out, not sure if anyone knows where he is now or if help will come along and save him. Anybody please save this guy from being stuck onto a tree like a very unlucky stranded cat?)
Arrival - 7th Heaven (Not long after his perilous tree landing, it is now time that Harry tries to find a place for him to stay in for the foreseeable future and 7th Heaven might as well be the place. Being greeted by the nice lady who runs it (what was her name again, Tifa right?) was a nice relief after all that panic and hanging with the tree branches. So he goes to the open breakfast and proceeds to get something to eat.
Getting himself a ham and cheese croissant, some slices of pears, and a warm mug of hot chocolate, he then proceeds to settle down at one of the tables near a bright open window, thinking about what is he going to do now while taking slow small bites on the croissant and sips of his hot chocolate. Whenever somebody walks in to get something, feel free to say hi or maybe have breakfast with him. Seriously he needs company badly: this poor guy had a really rough arrival/ landing.)
Arrival - 7th Heaven (It took quite some time for her to getting her bearings after an awkward but safe landing on the ground at the Midgar ruins, but Isabela has finally made her way into 7th Heaven. The hotel is nothing like the architecture she is used to in the encanto but she will admit that it looks rather beautiful in spite of any cracks she may have seen.
While she seems to look alright, Isabela has a lot on her mind right now. She was in the middle of setting a community garden for the whole town when that strange portal from nowhere has taken her away and dropped her into this new to her world. Her family is obviously taking a big space on her mind. How will they react to her disappearance? Are they sending search teams to investigate her whereabouts? Will her parents have countless sleepless nights, praying for a safe return? How will Luisa, Mirabel and Dolores do to find a way to reach out to her so far away? And what are they currently feeling about her going poof right under their noses? Who honestly knows at the moment as worry and anxiety plague her mind.
After a warm greeting and a simple question from Tifa wherein she said that no one from her world hasn’t showed up with her, Isa might as well make her at home while she is stuck in here. She hasn’t eaten anything since she arrived so she might as well get something to refuel so she is enjoying herself a nice cup of tea, some pieces of toast with jam & butter, and some cold cuts & cheeses, all while hoping that someone can help her with her current dilemma.)
“Um, oh hi. Apparently I am not doing alright with this tree landing situation,” Harry replies back as he attempts to keep the tree branches away from his face.
He does seem see some of the man and his long silver hair though the tree branches and leaves make it harder for him to look further. Any help to get him unstuck from this tree would be appreciated.
It took a while for him to regain his composure and wait for the silver haired man to fly in and get him out of the tree branches but Harry waited patiently and he is eventually saved from the tree branches. Good thing that there are not many people when he landed otherwise he would have been embarrassed to have so many people staring at him frantically waving his arms.
“Phew, thank you for getting me out of that tree, Sir. I didn’t know where I would have landed when I was dropped off from the skies moments ago.”
Sephiroth nods and flies back to the ground. "I'm glad I could do some good," he says, looking almost amazed he was able to. "Is there anything else else I may do?"
“Oh yes, I do have a lot of questions I have at the moment,” Harry replies as he takes out several loose leaves from his hair, “For example, where are we in? How am I going to find my way home? And if not, where would I go to for the foreseeable future?”
So much questions coming from a war torn seventeen year old.
Oh, so there is a case of mistaken identity ongoing? Oh dear me. I’m really sorry to hear about it. You don’t seem to look like the type of person who could’ve done it.
(She makes a mental note to keep an eye for the other Sephiroth and watch out. Later, Isabela looks on in awe as she gets to see Sephiroth’s wings much closer.)
Whoa! You got wings? That’s so how you are able to land safely. Quite an impressive thing to have. I don’t see people growing wings back in my world.
"This is near the city of Edge on the planet Gaia," Sephiroth says. Sadness fills his eyes as he continues, "Right now we're not sure how to get anyone home. They're coming from portals that close up again. We need to find how to keep the portals open long enough to send everyone home, but for that we likely need to find the orb that opened the portals in the first place.
"For now, Tifa Lockhart and Cloud Strife are putting up many of the newcomers at a spacious hotel in Edge. I can take you to it."
“An orb caused all these portals to open up?” Harry could have sworn that his eyes widen in surprise upon hearing it from the man, “So from what I can understand, the orb hasn’t been found so far?”
So as long as the orb that the man who saved him is not found, the portals would keep opening up and bringing in more people away from their worlds. That sounds like a pretty tough situation that they’re all going to figure out eventually. It is not that impossible to accomplish but it is going to take a long time to find it.
“Oh okay, that would be great. At least there is a place for me to stay in for the time being.”
Oh, so he somehow made an accident with whatever caused these arrivals? Well, that is pretty awkward.
(Yes, it does sound just as embarrassing as causing a giant plant hand to attack Mariano during that very awkward proposal dinner with him and his mother.)
Nice to hear it. They do have a lot of great uses. As for me, I just happen to grow plants, though not just through normal means.
[Space and time spun around the knight. Bending, twisting, folding and colliding, inverting and extruding and...
He's felt this before. He's certain of it- but where, when, he does not know. A sick sense of déjà vu is the warrior's only companion as he is carried away on the flow of kaleidoscopic time. As he falls off the very edge of it, a portal's exit (a torsion? now?) the only point of reference in his sight.
Portal or torsion, it mattered not. It dumps him within the shallows of what would appear to be a rather muddy and quite polluted bog- face-first, and with an almighty crash of platemail meeting water.
Fortunately, it is only the shallows. Unfortunately, a shadow beneath the surface of said bog appears to have been alerted. It winds and it coils underneath the muddy water, before it makes a beeline straight toward the shore.
The warrior, by now on his knees, muddied and bloodied, stares downward at the water forming waves at his feet. His hand moves to his sword. His shield is held instinctively closer.]
[Sephiroth is out patrolling at night, trying to keep watch for any new arrivals brought in by his terrible mistake. When he sees someone land near the Zolem, he immediately flies over and lands nearby, sword drawn.]
Be careful. It’s dangerous. It’s better not to engage it if you can avoid it. Unfortunately, it’s already noticed you.
Sorry he does not have icons... (also warning for PTSD >.<)
The young man was uncomfortable being here. He had thought he had gotten used to being so far from his sisters, that he preferred being alone in his own head. But after reconnecting... Being apart again was hard. Harder than he was willing to admit. And not being able to check on Evvi. To be so far from Discipline and he missed Rosethorn. And Lark. And... he'd never admit it, but even missed Dedicate Crane a little bit...
But he took solace in the plants. He had his miniature Shakkan tree with him, at least. He was wearing it in a sling over his back not unlike the one Evvi kept Luvo in. And he had his belt pockets loaded with seeds and seed balls.
He had been exploring this new place, gathering seeds and talking to the plants softly when they spoke to him of someone he needed to meet. Someone like him and Rosethorn but not. Someone whose magic made them grow and bloom even beyond his Sandry-enhanced abilities. Whoever this was, he had to meet her! So he followed the guidance of the plants to try and find her. HE was expecting some old lady, withered but with a spine of steel. So he almost walked right past Isabella and her snack until the plants stopped him. He turned back at looked at her in surprise.
Then mentally kicked himself. She looked as much like a Green Master as he did. In fact he still kept his Master's medal under his shirt because he was tired of people thinking he was still some street kid who knicked it. Never mind that his healing salves helped stop a plague. Never mind he was one of the three strongest plant masters at Winding Circle. Possible in all of Emelan.
No, all they saw was a kid in his late teens, a street kid from Stoat with the tell tale golden brown skin and black hair that flopped into his green eyes. Never mind that these days his hair was clean and flopped artfully rather than sloppily. Never mind that he was dressed comfortably sure but in fabric as nice as the richest bag ever wore, thanks to Sandry's deft hand with both a needle and her thread magic. They saw his bare feet as proof he was still a poor little nothing. They saw the dark circles under his eyes and presumed it was from drugs or all night partying. Like he'd put any drugs in his system, he wasn't half that dumb and even if he was, Rosethorn woulda strung him up by his heels in winter for trying it. No, the dark circles were from the nightmares. Less once he shared with his sisters finally. All that trying to keep them out did was nearly get them all killed, rather than protecting them.
But now he was alone again. Nene of the girls with him. No Sandry with her nobleness and steel spine and kind heart and gentle words. No Daja with her quick hands and quiet solid strength. No Tris with her sharp temper and her storms. But he had the clothes Sandry had made him, starting with the threads she spun and wove herself, with all the hidden pockets and subtle designs. He had the living metal bracelet that Daja had made for him that no one but she could remove, that hid some of his nastier toys so he could never be disarmed. The bracelet rested against his skin under his long sleeve, hidden. And he did have the little glass bits from Chime's flames that Tris had put some lightning in. Not useful for much he'd admit to, because they were really meant to be lights he could read by at night. Not no one's business that he could read now, and even less that he actually enjoyed it. Tris' head would never deflate.
He shook himself out of his thoughts when he realized he was staring at the girl. He opened his mouth to speak then shut it and shook his head, smiling ruefully at himself. He prided himself on being such a charmer with the ladies and now he had just stared so long it would be awkward to say anything at all. He was like a Kaq at a merchant's faire. He wanted to laugh at himself, but instead he waited. Might as well lean into it, though he was no longer staring. He didn't want her to think he was leering just because his mind had wandered in surprise to find she was pretty and about his age rather than the shriveled old grandlady he had expected.
But still, even if he blew his first impression forever, the plants loved her. And no one the plants loved could ever be all bad.
Not even Dedicate Crane could manage that, no matter how much he seemed to try...
So, sorry Isabella, have a handsome but somewhat awkward too think little street rat that you totally could have caught staring while his thoughts were a world away... And oh yeah, he is carrying a small tree in a stone pot in a sling on his back, and by now the grass is probably starting to curl around his feet, as other plant lean in, trying to get closer to him.
"WHOA!" she said, seeing the armor. She quickly took a photo. "Are you a fallen knight or something? Like a vampire who now has to kill other vampires to fulfill an ancient blood prophecy?"
[Alas, that's not a very nice greeting to someone (literally) dropping by to help. But the warrior's confusion was apt. Given the danger this swordsman held in his experience, fitting.
It is for that reason that he braces his shield arm. For that reason he points the sword directly at the other. For that reason his knees bend as he prepares to lunge straight toward him, and-
-suddenly, there's a crash of stinking water. The creature, the zolom, knocks the warrior sideways with a heaving sweep of its tail in attempt to force him to the depths. He was unprepared. He was struck. But even then, he can adapt.
As he hurtles to the side, a wave of shining, flashing light bursts from the ground before him, tearing the muddy ground asunder. It strobes upward to the heavens, before disappearing. Immediately, the earth between that and the zolom is torn apart in the same way. Over and over and over- the light arcing it's way toward the serpent.
...And Sephiroth too, if he were between the warrior and the creature. ]
A blink follows. As well as the scrunching of his facial features at the flash on the strange little device in this small girl's hands. Once his vision had cleared, the warrior responds.
"A... vampire?"
Confusion is writ plainly on the warrior's face, his eyebrows furrowing. Vampire. Why did that elicit a faint memory? A town turned graveyard...
"My apologies, miss. I've no idea of what which you speak."
[Sephiroth just looks sad, if his eyes could be seen at all. And a bit surprised, as he realizes he knows this person.]
It's my fault you're here. But as for this creature, it was here long before me....
[He leaps away as the Zolom emerges, and he stays away as the light strobes. He has no desire to get in the way of that. But he's ready to lunge if the creature comes at them again, hovering in the air on black wing, sword drawn.]
“Walking wouldn’t be that hard to do, so we can just walk our way there,” he replies, “I just hope that there is a room for me to stay in while I’m here.”
Well if there is anything I can do to help, I’m more than willing to help out in any way, Sephiroth.
Yes it is quite handy for many things. Like making floral arrangements, herbal medicine and assist in farming to some extent. Plants have been a big passion of mine since I was very young.
Isabela was so deep in her own thoughts that she failed to notice that someone else is there nearby. She did eventually turned around to find an awkward but very handsome man carrying a plant with him on his bag.
Another plant lover perhaps? Isabela couldn’t help looking at the plant and its owner that she would like to get to know the guy even more.
“Oh hello there,” she greets him in a polite tone, “I notice that small plant of yours. Do you like plants as well?”
Apologies in advance if she begins to chat about plants like there is no tomorrow. She really loves plants so much.
"It might be a longer walk, but that's fine," he says. It won't be any strain for him, but he knows not everyone has his stamina. "There should be plenty of room when we arrive, at least."
"You know! Blood sucking member of the the walking undead!" she held her hands out, wrists limp, head lolling to one side. "I vant to suck your blood. Mwah ha ha ha ha" she went back to usual. "Like that!"
His lips twitched in an amused smile. He managed not to laugh, but only just.
"You could say that." It would be a wild understatement, but it could still be said.
"I'm Briar Moss of Winding Circle in Emelan," he said, offering a hand that had been in his pockets until then. With the hand out now, she'd be able to see what looked like a tattoo of flowering leafy vines. Except... that the vines were moving. They were flat, clearly just ink. But moving ink like it was alive under his skin.
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Station 999 | OTA
Cirrus,
I doubt you will ever see this, or want to see this. I wanted to get my feelings out without bothering you. Only ... it’s ironic, but even now, I don’t know how to properly articulate what I want to say.
I want to tell you I am so sorry, so very sorry for everything. And yet I know it will sound hollow, even like a cruel joke. What does it matter if I’m sorry? I can’t change anything. I can’t bring anything or anyone back. I will have to live with my grief and guilt forever, and you ... you will have to live with the end results of everything I caused. My pain is only just and right. Yours is not, and knowing I can do nothing to heal your heart and soul tears mine further to shreds.
I was so foolish to ever believe you might come to care about me. There is no possible way you ever could, especially when now that I tried to fix what I could of a problem, I’ve caused yet another. It seems I will never stop making you miserable, even when that is the last thing I want to do. I care for you so deeply, but the only right thing to do is to stay away from you, to never let you see or hear me again, and to never give up trying to fix the new problem I’ve caused.
I will not bother you ever again. It is highly unlikely you will ever see this letter. I suppose I don’t really mean for you to, and yet part of me, that continuing, foolish part of me, hopes that perhaps you will, someday. Otherwise, why would I even post it at all, even anonymously?
I love you. Goodbye.
Harry Potter (Harry Potter) - TDM | OTA
(Things have gotten very weird for Harry the moment he reunited with his wand shortly after repairing it with the Elder Wand. Just moments ago, he was at the Headmaster’s Office doing just that. You think that he can finally rest easy after all the pain, difficulties, and dangers he had went through for nearly his entire existence. But nope, a mysterious portal dragged him out of Hogwarts and his world and into a different world. He soon finds himself falling down into the deep void, which honestly felt like an eternity for him.
It was a never ending spiral that he couldn’t escape from even if he could, until he soon finds himself landing on top of a tree, tangled up amongst the branches and leaves. Panic slowly creeps up on him as he tries to get out, not sure if anyone knows where he is now or if help will come along and save him. Anybody please save this guy from being stuck onto a tree like a very unlucky stranded cat?)
Arrival - 7th Heaven
(Not long after his perilous tree landing, it is now time that Harry tries to find a place for him to stay in for the foreseeable future and 7th Heaven might as well be the place. Being greeted by the nice lady who runs it (what was her name again, Tifa right?) was a nice relief after all that panic and hanging with the tree branches. So he goes to the open breakfast and proceeds to get something to eat.
Getting himself a ham and cheese croissant, some slices of pears, and a warm mug of hot chocolate, he then proceeds to settle down at one of the tables near a bright open window, thinking about what is he going to do now while taking slow small bites on the croissant and sips of his hot chocolate. Whenever somebody walks in to get something, feel free to say hi or maybe have breakfast with him. Seriously he needs company badly: this poor guy had a really rough arrival/ landing.)
Isabela Madrigal (Encanto) | TDM
(It took quite some time for her to getting her bearings after an awkward but safe landing on the ground at the Midgar ruins, but Isabela has finally made her way into 7th Heaven. The hotel is nothing like the architecture she is used to in the encanto but she will admit that it looks rather beautiful in spite of any cracks she may have seen.
While she seems to look alright, Isabela has a lot on her mind right now. She was in the middle of setting a community garden for the whole town when that strange portal from nowhere has taken her away and dropped her into this new to her world. Her family is obviously taking a big space on her mind. How will they react to her disappearance? Are they sending search teams to investigate her whereabouts? Will her parents have countless sleepless nights, praying for a safe return? How will Luisa, Mirabel and Dolores do to find a way to reach out to her so far away? And what are they currently feeling about her going poof right under their noses? Who honestly knows at the moment as worry and anxiety plague her mind.
After a warm greeting and a simple question from Tifa wherein she said that no one from her world hasn’t showed up with her, Isa might as well make her at home while she is stuck in here. She hasn’t eaten anything since she arrived so she might as well get something to refuel so she is enjoying herself a nice cup of tea, some pieces of toast with jam & butter, and some cold cuts & cheeses, all while hoping that someone can help her with her current dilemma.)
Arrival - Planet
A very tall man with long silver hair soon comes upon Harry in the tree.
"Are you alright?"
He looks very concerned. Guilty, even, as though Harry being stuck here is this man's fault.
7th Heaven
Hello. Have you newly arrived here as well?
[He seems friendly enough, even if he looks intimidating.]
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He does seem see some of the man and his long silver hair though the tree branches and leaves make it harder for him to look further. Any help to get him unstuck from this tree would be appreciated.
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(Isabela takes this time to wave back as she speaks.)
Are you also new to this world or this hotel too?
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Yes, I was brought here from my world and I've been learning all about this one. My name is Sephiroth.
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Suddenly a black feathered wing unfurls and the man flies up to where Harry is caught. He reaches to lift Harry out of the branches.
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“Phew, thank you for getting me out of that tree, Sir. I didn’t know where I would have landed when I was dropped off from the skies moments ago.”
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My name is Isabela Madrigal. And I am also trying to get my bearings after that landing.
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I landed alright. [He indicates his wings.] But I have encountered others who did not.
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So much questions coming from a war torn seventeen year old.
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(She makes a mental note to keep an eye for the other Sephiroth and watch out. Later, Isabela looks on in awe as she gets to see Sephiroth’s wings much closer.)
Whoa! You got wings? That’s so how you are able to land safely. Quite an impressive thing to have. I don’t see people growing wings back in my world.
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[He smirks, pleased, and spreads the wings so she can see them better.]
It isn't common back home either. But they have been very useful to me.
[He's clearly proud of them.]
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"For now, Tifa Lockhart and Cloud Strife are putting up many of the newcomers at a spacious hotel in Edge. I can take you to it."
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So as long as the orb that the man who saved him is not found, the portals would keep opening up and bringing in more people away from their worlds. That sounds like a pretty tough situation that they’re all going to figure out eventually. It is not that impossible to accomplish but it is going to take a long time to find it.
“Oh okay, that would be great. At least there is a place for me to stay in for the time being.”
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(Yes, it does sound just as embarrassing as causing a giant plant hand to attack Mariano during that very awkward proposal dinner with him and his mother.)
Nice to hear it. They do have a lot of great uses. As for me, I just happen to grow plants, though not just through normal means.
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[He nods thoughtfully.]
Intriguing. That sounds like a very useful power.
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He nods. “It’s a beautiful hotel. I’m sure you’ll be comfortable there. We can walk, if you want, or we could fly.”
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cw: midgar zolom
[Space and time spun around the knight. Bending, twisting, folding and colliding, inverting and extruding and...
He's felt this before. He's certain of it- but where, when, he does not know. A sick sense of déjà vu is the warrior's only companion as he is carried away on the flow of kaleidoscopic time. As he falls off the very edge of it, a portal's exit (a torsion? now?) the only point of reference in his sight.
Portal or torsion, it mattered not. It dumps him within the shallows of what would appear to be a rather muddy and quite polluted bog- face-first, and with an almighty crash of platemail meeting water.
Fortunately, it is only the shallows.
Unfortunately, a shadow beneath the surface of said bog appears to have been alerted. It winds and it coils underneath the muddy water, before it makes a beeline straight toward the shore.
The warrior, by now on his knees, muddied and bloodied, stares downward at the water forming waves at his feet. His hand moves to his sword. His shield is held instinctively closer.]
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Be careful. It’s dangerous. It’s better not to engage it if you can avoid it. Unfortunately, it’s already noticed you.
Sorry he does not have icons... (also warning for PTSD >.<)
But he took solace in the plants. He had his miniature Shakkan tree with him, at least. He was wearing it in a sling over his back not unlike the one Evvi kept Luvo in. And he had his belt pockets loaded with seeds and seed balls.
He had been exploring this new place, gathering seeds and talking to the plants softly when they spoke to him of someone he needed to meet. Someone like him and Rosethorn but not. Someone whose magic made them grow and bloom even beyond his Sandry-enhanced abilities. Whoever this was, he had to meet her! So he followed the guidance of the plants to try and find her. HE was expecting some old lady, withered but with a spine of steel. So he almost walked right past Isabella and her snack until the plants stopped him. He turned back at looked at her in surprise.
Then mentally kicked himself. She looked as much like a Green Master as he did. In fact he still kept his Master's medal under his shirt because he was tired of people thinking he was still some street kid who knicked it. Never mind that his healing salves helped stop a plague. Never mind he was one of the three strongest plant masters at Winding Circle. Possible in all of Emelan.
No, all they saw was a kid in his late teens, a street kid from Stoat with the tell tale golden brown skin and black hair that flopped into his green eyes. Never mind that these days his hair was clean and flopped artfully rather than sloppily. Never mind that he was dressed comfortably sure but in fabric as nice as the richest bag ever wore, thanks to Sandry's deft hand with both a needle and her thread magic. They saw his bare feet as proof he was still a poor little nothing. They saw the dark circles under his eyes and presumed it was from drugs or all night partying. Like he'd put any drugs in his system, he wasn't half that dumb and even if he was, Rosethorn woulda strung him up by his heels in winter for trying it. No, the dark circles were from the nightmares. Less once he shared with his sisters finally. All that trying to keep them out did was nearly get them all killed, rather than protecting them.
But now he was alone again. Nene of the girls with him. No Sandry with her nobleness and steel spine and kind heart and gentle words. No Daja with her quick hands and quiet solid strength. No Tris with her sharp temper and her storms. But he had the clothes Sandry had made him, starting with the threads she spun and wove herself, with all the hidden pockets and subtle designs. He had the living metal bracelet that Daja had made for him that no one but she could remove, that hid some of his nastier toys so he could never be disarmed. The bracelet rested against his skin under his long sleeve, hidden. And he did have the little glass bits from Chime's flames that Tris had put some lightning in. Not useful for much he'd admit to, because they were really meant to be lights he could read by at night. Not no one's business that he could read now, and even less that he actually enjoyed it. Tris' head would never deflate.
He shook himself out of his thoughts when he realized he was staring at the girl. He opened his mouth to speak then shut it and shook his head, smiling ruefully at himself. He prided himself on being such a charmer with the ladies and now he had just stared so long it would be awkward to say anything at all. He was like a Kaq at a merchant's faire. He wanted to laugh at himself, but instead he waited. Might as well lean into it, though he was no longer staring. He didn't want her to think he was leering just because his mind had wandered in surprise to find she was pretty and about his age rather than the shriveled old grandlady he had expected.
But still, even if he blew his first impression forever, the plants loved her. And no one the plants loved could ever be all bad.
Not even Dedicate Crane could manage that, no matter how much he seemed to try...
So, sorry Isabella, have a handsome but somewhat awkward too think little street rat that you totally could have caught staring while his thoughts were a world away... And oh yeah, he is carrying a small tree in a stone pot in a sling on his back, and by now the grass is probably starting to curl around his feet, as other plant lean in, trying to get closer to him.
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[Alas, that's not a very nice greeting to someone (literally) dropping by to help. But the warrior's confusion was apt. Given the danger this swordsman held in his experience, fitting.
It is for that reason that he braces his shield arm. For that reason he points the sword directly at the other. For that reason his knees bend as he prepares to lunge straight toward him, and-
-suddenly, there's a crash of stinking water. The creature, the zolom, knocks the warrior sideways with a heaving sweep of its tail in attempt to force him to the depths. He was unprepared. He was struck. But even then, he can adapt.
As he hurtles to the side, a wave of shining, flashing light bursts from the ground before him, tearing the muddy ground asunder. It strobes upward to the heavens, before disappearing. Immediately, the earth between that and the zolom is torn apart in the same way. Over and over and over- the light arcing it's way toward the serpent.
...And Sephiroth too, if he were between the warrior and the creature. ]
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"A... vampire?"
Confusion is writ plainly on the warrior's face, his eyebrows furrowing. Vampire. Why did that elicit a faint memory? A town turned graveyard...
"My apologies, miss. I've no idea of what which you speak."
...He didn't. Right? His head tilts, somewhat.
"What is that? In your hands."
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It's my fault you're here. But as for this creature, it was here long before me....
[He leaps away as the Zolom emerges, and he stays away as the light strobes. He has no desire to get in the way of that. But he's ready to lunge if the creature comes at them again, hovering in the air on black wing, sword drawn.]
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Yes it is quite handy for many things. Like making floral arrangements, herbal medicine and assist in farming to some extent. Plants have been a big passion of mine since I was very young.
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Another plant lover perhaps? Isabela couldn’t help looking at the plant and its owner that she would like to get to know the guy even more.
“Oh hello there,” she greets him in a polite tone, “I notice that small plant of yours. Do you like plants as well?”
Apologies in advance if she begins to chat about plants like there is no tomorrow. She really loves plants so much.
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Thank you.
[He listens, curious.]
Fascinating. If Aerith were here, she would likely be very interested in learning more about it.
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"You could say that." It would be a wild understatement, but it could still be said.
"I'm Briar Moss of Winding Circle in Emelan," he said, offering a hand that had been in his pockets until then. With the hand out now, she'd be able to see what looked like a tattoo of flowering leafy vines. Except... that the vines were moving. They were flat, clearly just ink. But moving ink like it was alive under his skin.