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 Prompts Arrival: So you've just arrived in Nyoi-Cho. Congratulations! You must be so excited about having your wish granted. Or maybe you're upset that the result wasn't quite what you expected? If that's the case, then that's too bad! There are no take backs and no redoes, so you're stuck with what you have! Maybe you should have been more careful about how you worded that wish... Oh well. There's no use in dwelling on it. You're a magi now, and that means adjusting to a whole new lifestyle! Maybe one of the townspeople can help you out. Only... they're acting a bit strangely, aren't they? They're all too happy to show you around, but there's something unsettling about the way they're behaving. Almost cheerfully dissonant. Any questions about the history of the town are met with blank stares and brief silence, before they plaster a smile onto their faces and change the subject. Any attempts to tell them about your duties as a magi or anything else that relates to the magical will get similar reactions. Isn't there anyone normal here that you can talk to at all? Home Improvement: The houses that the magi are given access to really are something, aren't they? There's almost no limit to what they can do! Why don't you create the house of your dreams, or maybe recreate and relive your favorite childhood scenes? Invite some spectators over to marvel! A Corrupted Soul Gem: You neglected to take care of your soul gem, and now you don't feel quite yourself anymore. You feel like you're losing your sense of self - all you seem to be able to focus on is your old regrets and past failures. What's happening to you? A Successful Mission: Congratulations! You met up with your first Witch, and you fought valiantly. For your efforts, you've been awarded a grief seed - and with it, access to a brand new power! What sort of power did you get? Is it a useful one, or is it not so useful? Maybe you've mastered it beautifully, and now you're showing off to all of your friends. Maybe you're having a hard time keeping it under wraps, and now you're wreaking havoc across the town without meaning to! A Dreadful Nightmare: You had an absolutely horrid day. As you drift off to sleep, your mind dwells on all the injustices you've had to endure. In response, your bed swallows you up, and your room shifts into a horrific Nightmarescape. What sort of Nightmare are you? What kind of Nightmarescape do you create? Hopefully your fellow magi can stop you before you cause too much damage! Wildcard: Feel free to use any information from the FAQ or the World Info page to make your own prompt! |
[wildcard of good decisions '-'b]
[she turns towards Ramza, cocking her head- that's not the sort of question she'd have expected.
Of course, she's aquainted with a good few mages- but they've made their own adjustments to their clothes, the better to say it's them.]
Whatever they should want to, I would think. Although admittedly many of the clothes I see tend to be robes…
[which they're not necessarily all happy with. Well, she does what she can.]
just for people reading this is a slightly different canon point for ramza and the one im doing :B
Well, 'tis our task to be strong Magi, to protect those of this land. But, we should look good - if 'twas my choice, I'd have my Ironworks armour.
[ which he wasnt wearing before he came here
he blames his FC ]
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Hah- well, I can't deny that. It may even help to raise morale. [and so long as it doesn't obstruct their attacks, it's fine.] Perhaps we shall be able to find something similar in the shops- or gather ideas, at the least.
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[ Ramza is assuming it's a sir. I mean, not a Dancer... and not a Bard either, but most likely could become a Bard... ]
'tis quite saddening to lose them. But it's-- it's not as if we cannot train again.
[ And then he starts to look in the clothes bins again. ]
I'd not think a town like this would have the craftsmanship for grand armour.
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Ma'am, if you must. [but she doesn't expect that at all.] I go by Drifting Sapphire, though.
It seems so- though I can't say I understand why. If we are to protect people, then why not allow us the skills we are already acquainted with…? But that much is true.
[she reaches for his shoulder, giving him a smile.]
I trust I'll have your aid in that.
[she glances about at the people around, them, frowning thoughtfully.]
I dislike saying it, but… I'd agree. These people do not seem… inspired, for lack of another way to put it. Perhaps another of those drawn here would have such skills, though.
[not herself, unfortunately- she took weaving and goldsmithing, not armouring.]
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[ He gives a slight little smile, before awkwardly biting his lip. ]
Alas - I've no skills in that area. I'm simply a fighter, nothing more.
[ Well, he WAS i130 before getting here. ]
Though... 'tis true. If we had our old skills, we've be much better off. But I've been though worlds even before this - and I've no access to those skills, either.
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[and she offers him a second bow, smile playing on her lips.
Oh, but that resonates with her. She's feared simply being someone's tool more than she wishes to admit, after all. Her expression softens a little.]
Dedicating yourself to one field is just as admirable. If you wished to learn, though, I would be glad to aid you in that.
[that is curious, though, and she leans forward a little, peering at her more closely. …hopefully that doesn't come off as looming; as a Roe she's rather taller than Ramza.]
Other worlds, you say…? Might I ask you to tell me more?
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[ His eyes widen, however - and he beams, looking up. You've got him on a very happy subject.
]I am not a native Eorzean, nor am I from this world. I come from a land called Ivalice.
[ He pauses.
]Did you live-- were you an adventurer when... an otherworldly invader came to Eorzea? A large Black Mage, perhaps...?
[ That'd make it easier to explain, huh. ]
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She's glad to see him brightening.]
Ivalice… What is it like there?
Did I live-
[she's startled by the way he puts it into a burst of laughter, looking younger for a few moments.]
Of course- that was but a year ago. Or- a year and a half, perhaps? [she frowns, tilting her head to think- then dismisses it. The important part is whether she remembers it, and she's confirmed that.] You speak of Shantotto, then?
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[ Ramza shakes his head. ]
Shantotto - she was my old master. I was brought from Ivalice as her apprentice [ or just both messing with people really ], until I came to Eorzea when she... came the second time. 'tis a pity she's not returned - there is much I'd tell her of my adventures!
[ He likes her. He's very odd. ]
But I could not carry abilities from either worlds. A pity - I was quite strong in Ivalice.
[ A pause - he has to stop smilking like this. ]
But you wish to know of it...? It was a land of war and sorrow. 'Twas like if Teledji controlled a corrupt world, really. Warring to take control of a fractured land.
[ He's also probing... what is this person aware of? Though his voice doesn't change. ]
and getting into 2.55 spoilers ftr
[but she nods.]
There would be much and more to tell, I'd say. So you remained in Eorzea after that?
[well- she can sort of see it. Maybe. If Shantotto was less inclined to solve their problems by taking over herself.]
I see… It's strange. Perhaps, whatever there is between worlds prevents it…? [……no that sounds ridiculous.]
[she bows her head for a moment]
I… I am sorry to hear that. [but she jerks up again at the mention of Teledji's name, teeth bared, fists clenched.] That man-
[because of him, Her Grace- the Scions-
She breathes in, forcing herself to calm down.]
They only force further trouble upon the land.
YES 2.55 SPOILERS and probably some other spoilers lbr
[ But then his tone goes serious. ]
So you, too, were there. I should have--
[ He should have noticed. But on the other hand, different instances. Ramzas' voice starts to crack a little, sounding more computerized. ]
I am sure they live. I'd not forgive myself if they were... gone.
[ Even if they weren't self-aware, they seemed... more alive. Almost like friends. Perhaps they were self-aware, in some way. ]
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[what in the world does that mean?
But then he starts sounding strange- almost mechanical, if she thinks about it, but she doesn't want to because it awakens something desperate inside her, something still aching from the escape-
She reaches for him, going to her knees, the better to wrap her arms around him.]
They're fine. Of course they're fine. [despite her wish, she's trying to convince herself as much as him, even as her voice cracks on her next words.] They wouldn't let themselves go down that easily. It's not your fault.
vote for us for president of eorzea
It's not our fault. We would not let them die. They all have survived. Even Nanamo - I... would not let them die.
[ Nobody dies. Nobodies dies again. Another weak word comes from him - ] Tietra too. Nobody is dead.
[ They're just data. NPCs. They shouldn't matter. But they do. It's lucky that nobody else seems to be around. ]
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Nanamo…!
[she should have seen something, thought of something, she thinks. Acted faster- but no. And here, there is nothing to be done. She bows her head a little more, shaky sounds emerging from her mouth.
She doesn't catch any implications of 'would not let them die', too puzzled and hurting, and her mind snags of Tietra's name instead.] Tietra…?
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It began this journey. She was a commoner. She was not to die.
[ Now Ramza is starting to hyperventilate. He wants to reset. He should have wished for her as well. And Delita too.
...Ramza lets out a slight whine, as tears do begin to come out. ]
...I wanted to help...
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[Blood or no, Ramza clearly cares for her, as Sapphire would for any of her own siblings. She's trespassed on an even deeper hurt here, and she doesn't know what to do about it except hold onto him, trying to rumble comfort to him.]
I know. I know… You did what you could, I'm sure.
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After her death, I declared I would not let another happen.
But now... because of those damned Braves...
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She lets her grip ease up a little, now that he seems to be feeling better, though she doesn't move away yet.]
… T'would seem we chose our allies poorly, after all.
[it's an indictment of herself as much as anyone. If she'd taken more care in asking for people who were interested…
She closes her eyes for a moment.]
… We'll rebuild. However long it takes… hope will still be there.
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[ He knows - he just followed the markers. This is what was written. He had no control. ]
Those of Eorzea did not seem to believe in Ser Alphinauds' goal. I wonder if word will get out of what happened...? I... want to control if it does. So more lies are not spread.
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…perhaps not. They're not… they can't be replaced. But… surely there are some who still believe in Eorzea.
[and at that, she makes a face.]
I'd like that, too. But I can't say I can see how feasible it is- not without agents in Ul'dah, at the very least.
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[ He pauses, with a slight smile - trying to wipe away her tears, her sadness. ]
For one, there is you. And there is me. If we find more who are like us - who were at that damned dinner - we can make our own alliance. One who will not be brought by wishes of Gil and fame.
[ aka LETS MAKE A FREE COMPANY
Ramza pauses, biting his lip. ]
But we cannot- we cannot do it while here.
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I like the sound of that. If you ask me… it sounds like the best thing we can hope to do.
No.
[she bites her lip, gaze going off for a moment- and then she looks back, with renewed determination.]
So then, we will not remain here forever. I will not accept it. Eorzea is my home- and- I hope- an important place for you as well. [she holds up a hand to him, smile somewhat shaky but there.]
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[ You get a little squeeze, friend. ]
...I like Eorzea. It's more lively then home. Due to people like you.
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By the Warden's light.
[this is now a promise she is going to keep.
She squeezes back, expression lightening.]
Truly? I am glad of that. I am glad we could <>be that for you.
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