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Mithos has lived his entire life in the village of Iselia, under the care of his older sister Martel who just so happens to be Sylvarant’s Chosen of Mana. When the siblings were younger, their parents were killed by Desians (or a group of people who looked suspiciously similar to the Desians...), a power-hungry group of humans bent on subjugating other races. Knowing that the villagers would be enraged upon discovering that the Chosen’s parents had been killed, Martel decided to keep the truth hidden, even from Mithos. She wanted Iselia to remain peaceful, until she could embark on the journey for world regeneration and make everything right.

Mithos’s best friend growing up is none other than Genis. The two are inseparable, having so much in common. He is also close to Genis’s sister Raine, Iselia’s school teacher. With such an unusually high half-elf population, Iselia is very nearly a haven against racial prejudices (the fact that the Chosen herself is half-elf helps). But nowhere is perfect...

The day of the oracle, Mithos sneaks away from school to witness Martel begin her duties as Chosen. He drags Genis along with him, because that’s what friends are for. They meet up with Martel at the temple, but the Desians (supposedly) are there as well, bearing gifts of violence and chaos. Just as the situation seems hopeless for our young half-elf friends, a mysterious swordsman by the name of Kratos comes to their rescue and...okay, you probably get the idea.

If Mithos is our bright-eyed and bushy-tailed protagonist, then what of Lloyd? Lloyd Irving, the celebrated hero of legend, who fell into the depths of despair and madness upon the murder of the person most important to him, Colette. With the help of his companions, Kratos and Sheena, he builds a twisted system to revive Colette, punish the world for its ignorance, etc. Sheena defects from his vision to form a counter-organization called the Renegades. Kratos...is not secretly anyone’s father. No.

As the Chosen One and her party travel around Sylvarant releasing the seals, they repeatedly encounter a somewhat ill-fortuned assassin named Yuan. He insists that he must eliminate Martel in order to save his land (except he is a loser and falls in love with his target). This makes a lot more sense when it is revealed that another world exists parallel to Sylvarant, and it is in competition for the only source of mana, like two halves of a time-glass, etc.

Mithos remembers being in Luceti these past few weeks, but he is unaware that there exists another version of himself. His memories of Luceti have been replaced with ones suitable to his AU-counterpart’s personality, but many of these are vague. The last thing he remembers prior to Luceti is Martel finally returning to her normal self, after being a soulless doll in the aftermath of the shenanigans that transpired at the Tower of Salvation.

[Mithos is more than a little confused. Not only has he awakened in a completely unfamiliar room in a completely unfamiliar house, but his memory seems a bit...fuzzy. Only vague snippets of the past weeks float to the surface. Is this one of those Malnosso experiments he has been warned about?

Well, he better check in with the Professor, or maybe even Yuan.

So he is currently making his way across the village (how did he end up at house 52 anyway?), an expression of contemplative concern on his face. As he sets out, he can't help but sigh lightly.]

If Martel were here...

[He trails off and shakes his head, trying not to think about how much he misses his sister. Unknown to him, the journal picked up on that bit of wishful thinking.]

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[That movement is completely dizzying, even if he's being gentle about it. Crazy altitude changes, and the house...

Everything is just so big and disorienting and maybe it's a good thing her real housemates aren't exactly around right now.

Of course she's half-worried that Mithos might flip in personality and that wouldn't be good, given he's practically a giant right now.]

[...!!!] Are you okay? I'm sorry, I'll be more careful...!

[All right, in the kitchen now and he very, very carefully sets her down on the counter. Sanitary? Of course this is.]

I-I'm fine, just a little... winded. [But she hasn't gotten any smaller. Not that she can tell, but hopefully that was a good sign. She sits down on the counter, just blinking a little as she looks around at the suddenly enormous kitchen.]

It must be strange, with everything so big suddenly.

[Now opening cupboards and such in the search for food. He can't seem to remember what they have in the house...]

What should I make?

I ... honestly don't know what I can really eat while like this. [Those cupboards sound so loud when the doors are opened and closed.] What are you in the mood for?

Ah, right... [He hadn't thought about that. He appears to be thinking.] You could eat rice, right? A few grains would probably be plenty.

Rice? Hmm... that could work. We should have a bag of it in the pantry...

[Nod.] Okay! [Now bustling about the kitchen, preparing the food. Add some vegetables in there, too...chopped very, very finely. ...Raine, did you ever think you would witness any of this?]

[Just as long as he's not chopping anywhere near her, since that would be ... not a very pleasant thing to watch. But seeing Mithos in her overly-large kitchen and happily working is just such an oddity in itself.

She wonders what kind of affect this will have on him once it's all over. If her words would have been of any use. She gets up to wander on the countertop once he gets busy, anyway.

... Why did she look over the edge. Gah. Just. Backing away.]

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[~~Stay away from the sink, Raine!~~ It's a simple dish, so it isn't too long before everything's sizzling away on the stove top. He opens a cupboard to get out a plate for himself, then hesitates and turns back to Raine.]

...Should I even bother with a plate for you?

Edited 2010-12-06 21:28 (UTC)

... Maybe just get the smallest one you can find? Or maybe just put it in an extra spoon and I'll figure it out from there.

[Hmm. Some salt -- or sugar crystals. A rare opportunity to get a closer look at those.]

[He gets them set up on the counter there, not wanting to make Raine move again. Dizziness and lunch do not a good combination make. And speaking of lunch--]

It should be ready now! [Mithos looks fairly pleased with himself -- in a pleasant way, not the smug, sadistic way Raine may be more familiar with -- as he scoops his creation onto the dish.]

Dig in, Professor. ...As...much as you can, I mean.

[For a moment, she's a bit busy being distracted by the crystals to see the meal being served. It's not every day something like that could be viewed at this size.] How marvelous!

[--Oh no.]

....We're...we're eating lunch. [Meaning: is this really the time for this oh god I am trying to enjoy my meal thank you.]

To be able to see the difference in salt and sugar crystals with just the naked eye is amazing! Such wondrous structure!

Professor...just...just eat. [He decides to set an example by launching an attack on the rice with his fork.]

Hm? [She hadn't been paying him that much mind, but the movement of his fork is pretty distracting, so she blinks and jumps back a little, finally noticing the dishes.]

... Oh. [She peers a little at the grains of rice.] It's so ... big.

[...Phew, looks like he reeled her back in from the danger zone.] You could probably just eat one at a time, if that helps.

That's really the only option. [It's just. So weird. Delay tactics are a go.] ... I wonder what the inside of a lemon looks like from this size.

[.........Mithos gets the feeling that the remainder of the day will be spent helping the professor examine all kinds of ~fascinating~ objects up close. An awkward, nervous laugh.] Er, why don't we do that when we're done? [He wants to eat while his creation is still nice and warm, thanks.]

[If she's going to be tiny, she might as well make use of the experience. It helps take away from the other weirdness; such as the fact that Mithos comes from a world where he's her student. At least he wasn't a maid like Sheena.]

Well... [She studies the rice. Maybe if she made it smaller, it wouldn't be so weird.]

[He takes his fork and mashes some of the rice, splitting the grains into more manageable pieces.] Is that better?

... Y... yes, I think so. [And maybe by now it's cool enough so that she doesn't scald herself picking it up.]

[Nomnomnom~]

It's...not as good as Genis's cooking, but...

I think considering the circumstances, it works out just fine.

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