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twenty [action]
[Almost a week ago Mithos had returned from a mission, the first he'd ever volunteered for. It may have seemed a strange choice for someone who trusted no one, who loathed being a pawn for others, to submit himself as a lab rat for combat testing, but his choices are narrowing around him. There is something he is after. Something he can finally close his fingers around, after watching it all scream past him for so long. If he is going to be used by the Malnosso regardless of his choices, it is better that he gains something from it - which he'd had to remind himself many times to dampen the sour taste sitting in the back of his throat.
Now back in the village, he has resumed the same quiet routine as before. In the early morning, before the sun is too hot in the sky, and before too many villagers are awake, he can be seen hunched over in the garden around House 52. He tries not to wonder if the flowers, planted with the thin hope that his sister might have the chance to enjoy them, amount to anything more than a vain effort. When he decides he needs more supplies, he makes sure to visit the flower shop in the early afternoon - wondering, like a scratch in the back of his mind, if school is still in session at all, or if he'll run into someone he would rather not see at all.
Later in the day, he withdraws to the woods south of the village to train. Four thousand years of fighting are wired inside his muscles, but it doesn't hurt to stay as sharp as possible. He's still getting used to the subtle differences between a proper sword and the knife he now relies on. Slicing the air, going through the motions of killing, he feels like he is building something. When he's done, he settles in against the base of a tree and draws the ancient set of panpipes from his pocket. He usually prefers to play inside, where the music of his sister cannot be heard by prying ears, but surrounded by the forest and his thoughts he can almost forget that people exist. And so the notes come out, clear and steady.]
Now back in the village, he has resumed the same quiet routine as before. In the early morning, before the sun is too hot in the sky, and before too many villagers are awake, he can be seen hunched over in the garden around House 52. He tries not to wonder if the flowers, planted with the thin hope that his sister might have the chance to enjoy them, amount to anything more than a vain effort. When he decides he needs more supplies, he makes sure to visit the flower shop in the early afternoon - wondering, like a scratch in the back of his mind, if school is still in session at all, or if he'll run into someone he would rather not see at all.
Later in the day, he withdraws to the woods south of the village to train. Four thousand years of fighting are wired inside his muscles, but it doesn't hurt to stay as sharp as possible. He's still getting used to the subtle differences between a proper sword and the knife he now relies on. Slicing the air, going through the motions of killing, he feels like he is building something. When he's done, he settles in against the base of a tree and draws the ancient set of panpipes from his pocket. He usually prefers to play inside, where the music of his sister cannot be heard by prying ears, but surrounded by the forest and his thoughts he can almost forget that people exist. And so the notes come out, clear and steady.]
nineteen [written/voice/action]
[Mithos had come to in the forest, and the first thing he knew was that he was alone. The second thing he knew was that the mana here was so thin he couldn't sense it at all. A ripple of alarm spread through him, reaching wider with each second, but he forced himself to remain calm. He called out the names of his companions, but he didn't expect to hear any response cutting through the silence of the trees. His immediate concern is warmth. Through the trees, their limbs black and bare, he can make out the shapes of houses in the near distance - a village. He knows he can't risk venturing inside, especially if he doesn't even know where he is. The clothes he had woken up in are loose on his frame and they provide some protection against the cold, but they can't compare to a warm cloak. The upside of being a mage, however, is that you can build a fire in no time.
Once the flames are crackling, he can turn his attention to his next concern: the small book he had found in the snow, with his name embossed on the cover. He leafs through it, curious. And piece by piece, he figures out how to use it.]
[WRITTEN - mediocrely filtered to Kratos and Yuan]
Kratos and Yuan,
I found your names in this journal device. I hope this message finds its way to you. Where are you, and is Martel with you? I'm somewhere in the woods, but I don't know how I got here. I can see a village nearby, but I haven't approached and I don't know what village it is.
Please reply quickly.
Mithos
[Later, once the situation has been sorted out and he's settled in at House 8 with his two best bros in the whole wide world, he opens his journal again, this time to address a larger audience. He's had a lot to think about, a lot to digest. And perhaps his next move is foolish, but he feels that it's something he must do.]
[VOICE]
Good afternoon. Thank you for taking the time to listen... This message may not seem important, and maybe it will mean nothing to you...but it means something to me. My name is Mithos Yggdrasill. I arrived here earlier today, and the situation has been explained to me clearly enough. I'm not here to ask about that. [A small pause in which he can practically hear Yuan rolling his eyes from somewhere in the house, and his lips twtch in quiet amusement for a second before he calmly continues.]
I come from a world in conflict. Until recently, two powerful countries were at war - for nearly a thousand years, they fought each other for land and resources and power. That war has ended, but there is another, perhaps even more deeply-rooted war that still rages. People hold a lot of prejudices against each other. Elves look down on humans, and they look down on half-elves for having human blood inside them. Humans fear and despise half-elves for posessing magic that they lack. Everyone looks for someone else to blame. They look for someone they can put down to make themselves feel superior.
I don't know what your home worlds are like. Maybe they're similar to the world I know, or maybe everyone has learned to live together peacefully. I just want to be clear... I don't want to deceive anybody.
I happen to be a half-elf. I'm staying in the village right now, but if that makes you uncomfortable, I... Well, no, I won't understand. Whatever my blood may be, I'm no different from any of you. But I'll respect your wishes. I don't mean to cause trouble while I'm here.
That's all I wanted to say.
[ACTION]
[In the afternoon, delighted to learn that literally nobody cares that he's a half-elf, Mithos wanders out to explore the village more fully. First stop: clothes that fit better, because the set he woke up in were clearly meant for someone taller. He'll linger around the plaza, checking out each shop and stopping by the smithy to procure a sword. He doesn't expect to find the Eternal Sword here, but he feels a little naked without any blade at all at his side. He can be found anywhere in the village, a thoughtful look on his face as he learns the streets.]
[OOC NOTE: For those unfamiliar with Tales of Symphonia, or those who need a refresher, Mithos has returned from a mallynap thrown 4000 years into the past, to a time when he was this totally cool hero who stopped a war, stopped the world from dying, worked to end discrimination, and things like that. It's also worth noting that, to anyone who knows him, it will be apparent that he is younger - shorter, rounder face, higher voice. Basically how he was a year agoso his icons are actually accurate again. But he's still recognizable as himself.
Also, I'm staying with a friend tonight and then tomorrow we drive back to campus, so I'll be tagging as much as I can today but after that I won't be around again until late Wednesday night at the earliest. Just a heads up!]
Once the flames are crackling, he can turn his attention to his next concern: the small book he had found in the snow, with his name embossed on the cover. He leafs through it, curious. And piece by piece, he figures out how to use it.]
[WRITTEN - mediocrely filtered to Kratos and Yuan]
Kratos and Yuan,
I found your names in this journal device. I hope this message finds its way to you. Where are you, and is Martel with you? I'm somewhere in the woods, but I don't know how I got here. I can see a village nearby, but I haven't approached and I don't know what village it is.
Please reply quickly.
Mithos
[Later, once the situation has been sorted out and he's settled in at House 8 with his two best bros in the whole wide world, he opens his journal again, this time to address a larger audience. He's had a lot to think about, a lot to digest. And perhaps his next move is foolish, but he feels that it's something he must do.]
[VOICE]
Good afternoon. Thank you for taking the time to listen... This message may not seem important, and maybe it will mean nothing to you...but it means something to me. My name is Mithos Yggdrasill. I arrived here earlier today, and the situation has been explained to me clearly enough. I'm not here to ask about that. [A small pause in which he can practically hear Yuan rolling his eyes from somewhere in the house, and his lips twtch in quiet amusement for a second before he calmly continues.]
I come from a world in conflict. Until recently, two powerful countries were at war - for nearly a thousand years, they fought each other for land and resources and power. That war has ended, but there is another, perhaps even more deeply-rooted war that still rages. People hold a lot of prejudices against each other. Elves look down on humans, and they look down on half-elves for having human blood inside them. Humans fear and despise half-elves for posessing magic that they lack. Everyone looks for someone else to blame. They look for someone they can put down to make themselves feel superior.
I don't know what your home worlds are like. Maybe they're similar to the world I know, or maybe everyone has learned to live together peacefully. I just want to be clear... I don't want to deceive anybody.
I happen to be a half-elf. I'm staying in the village right now, but if that makes you uncomfortable, I... Well, no, I won't understand. Whatever my blood may be, I'm no different from any of you. But I'll respect your wishes. I don't mean to cause trouble while I'm here.
That's all I wanted to say.
[ACTION]
[In the afternoon, delighted to learn that literally nobody cares that he's a half-elf, Mithos wanders out to explore the village more fully. First stop: clothes that fit better, because the set he woke up in were clearly meant for someone taller. He'll linger around the plaza, checking out each shop and stopping by the smithy to procure a sword. He doesn't expect to find the Eternal Sword here, but he feels a little naked without any blade at all at his side. He can be found anywhere in the village, a thoughtful look on his face as he learns the streets.]
[OOC NOTE: For those unfamiliar with Tales of Symphonia, or those who need a refresher, Mithos has returned from a mallynap thrown 4000 years into the past, to a time when he was this totally cool hero who stopped a war, stopped the world from dying, worked to end discrimination, and things like that. It's also worth noting that, to anyone who knows him, it will be apparent that he is younger - shorter, rounder face, higher voice. Basically how he was a year ago
Also, I'm staying with a friend tonight and then tomorrow we drive back to campus, so I'll be tagging as much as I can today but after that I won't be around again until late Wednesday night at the earliest. Just a heads up!]
eighteen [action]
[Friday afternoon finds Mithos dragging a granite statue through the streets of Luceti. It will look familiar to those who can claim Aselia as their home world, carved adoringly in the likeness of a young man wielding dual swords. The figure is planted atop a base that bears a plaque engraved with the simple honor, "The Hero Lloyd Irving." All together, it stands at about three and a half feet, scaled down from the original model.
For Mithos, it's a bitter reminder of things that could never have been. Its sudden appearance in his house had been an elbow nudging him sharply in the ribs, an obnoxious stage whisper prompting, "Hey, remember that time all your hopes and dreams were crushed?"
Yes, yes he remembers.
Which is why he had to get rid of it. The first day, he dragged the statue behind the house, let it topple into the river, and watched the determined stony face sink below the surface. The next morning, it found its way back to his living room. Each day, he drags it farther away, and each morning it proudly comes back.
His route today takes him up from the south end of the village through the north end and into the woods. The farther away, the better.]
For Mithos, it's a bitter reminder of things that could never have been. Its sudden appearance in his house had been an elbow nudging him sharply in the ribs, an obnoxious stage whisper prompting, "Hey, remember that time all your hopes and dreams were crushed?"
Yes, yes he remembers.
Which is why he had to get rid of it. The first day, he dragged the statue behind the house, let it topple into the river, and watched the determined stony face sink below the surface. The next morning, it found its way back to his living room. Each day, he drags it farther away, and each morning it proudly comes back.
His route today takes him up from the south end of the village through the north end and into the woods. The farther away, the better.]
seventeen [written/action]
( previously in the life of Mithos, introspection, sadness, etc. )
[In the afternoon, he opens his journal for the first time since he fled from the village. In the emptiness left by a chain of disappearances, the questions that have rung dissonantly in his ears for more than a year seem more urgent than ever. He's turned these questions over and over in his mind and found no answers. He's touched on some of the barbed facets, but backed out before too many ugly implications could gleam.
With no one to confide in, he's desperate enough, unhinged from himself enough, to resort to the general masses, although he doubts they have anything worthwhile to say. Maybe he just wants to argue to have something to do that isn't mourning, obsessing, wishing. Before he starts writing, he'll block the journal's camera to black out his image.]
[WRITTEN - ANONYMOUS]
Happiness. What does it mean to you? How would you define it?
What if something you thought would make you happy doesn't? What if the things that will make you happy turn out to be impossibilities? [He pauses. His pen lingers over the next thought for a few moments.]
When is it no longer worth it?
[ACTION???]
[Should anyone for any reason find themselves at the base of the mountains stretching above the farmlands, they might run into an elusive WILD MITHOS as he travels to the stream at regular intervals to collect water. Or maybe they stumble across his Mithos cave, drawn in by the smoky smell of burning wood. Maybe he isn't even there when they come by, and boy, will they regret stopping to poke around.]
[EDIT: I really want to apologize for my glacial tagging speed, even though I've already done so a few times. School is really busy and stressful so 1. I have little time to tag and 2. when I do have time, I have no energy and my brain is one big fart. I hope you can all be patient with me...things should be a little better in about 2 weeks (November 21st ish)!]
[In the afternoon, he opens his journal for the first time since he fled from the village. In the emptiness left by a chain of disappearances, the questions that have rung dissonantly in his ears for more than a year seem more urgent than ever. He's turned these questions over and over in his mind and found no answers. He's touched on some of the barbed facets, but backed out before too many ugly implications could gleam.
With no one to confide in, he's desperate enough, unhinged from himself enough, to resort to the general masses, although he doubts they have anything worthwhile to say. Maybe he just wants to argue to have something to do that isn't mourning, obsessing, wishing. Before he starts writing, he'll block the journal's camera to black out his image.]
[WRITTEN - ANONYMOUS]
Happiness. What does it mean to you? How would you define it?
What if something you thought would make you happy doesn't? What if the things that will make you happy turn out to be impossibilities? [He pauses. His pen lingers over the next thought for a few moments.]
When is it no longer worth it?
[ACTION???]
[Should anyone for any reason find themselves at the base of the mountains stretching above the farmlands, they might run into an elusive WILD MITHOS as he travels to the stream at regular intervals to collect water. Or maybe they stumble across his Mithos cave, drawn in by the smoky smell of burning wood. Maybe he isn't even there when they come by, and boy, will they regret stopping to poke around.]
[EDIT: I really want to apologize for my glacial tagging speed, even though I've already done so a few times. School is really busy and stressful so 1. I have little time to tag and 2. when I do have time, I have no energy and my brain is one big fart. I hope you can all be patient with me...things should be a little better in about 2 weeks (November 21st ish)!]
sixteen [action] | Saturday
[On Saturday afternoon, villagers may notice a peculiar sight while out and about in their daily routines. Or maybe they've learned not to question anything that happens here, so they won't pay any mind to Freyjadour as he carries a damp and shivering Mithos through town in what is generally described as 'bridal style'.
...There's an explanation for this. Really.
It has something to do with being unceremoniously dumped into the fountain upon return from a death penalty removal, a minor inconvenience known as pain-killers, and a major inconvenience known as muscular atrophy.
Feel free to awkwardly run into them at any point during the trek to House 11. Tread close enough and snippets of arguments are likely to be heard:]
Put me down...! I am fine.
You can't even stand. Stop struggling, please.
[Or maybe something like:]
I don't need your help.
Yes, you do...just calm down.
[They stop to rest a few times along the way, because while Mithos isn't exactly heavy, he still isn't exactly light either. And he refuses to make this easy on Frey, putting up a constant sruggle against his hold. Good thing there are benches to sit on. And awkward, sullen silence to enjoy, in which Mithos pointedly looks the other way and Freyjadour just has a patient if long suffering look on his face.]
[LATER ACTION - House 11]
Throughout the rest of the day, Mithos has taken up temporary residence on the living room sofa of House 11. The side effects of the drugs have worn off, but he's still in no condition to go off on his own. According to Frey, anyway. Regardless of his condition, a house full of humans is one of the last places he wants to be. House members, come gawk at the grumpy kid in the living room all you want. He defnitely looks like he could use a little company, right? ...Right?]
[OOC NOTE: As you probably expected, responses in the earlier part will come from both Mithos and Freyjadour. Surprise on who will tag first, decided on a thread by thread basis. Later action portion may or may not include threadjacking from Frey or Kaori. You have been warned, friends.]
...There's an explanation for this. Really.
It has something to do with being unceremoniously dumped into the fountain upon return from a death penalty removal, a minor inconvenience known as pain-killers, and a major inconvenience known as muscular atrophy.
Feel free to awkwardly run into them at any point during the trek to House 11. Tread close enough and snippets of arguments are likely to be heard:]
Put me down...! I am fine.
You can't even stand. Stop struggling, please.
[Or maybe something like:]
I don't need your help.
Yes, you do...just calm down.
[They stop to rest a few times along the way, because while Mithos isn't exactly heavy, he still isn't exactly light either. And he refuses to make this easy on Frey, putting up a constant sruggle against his hold. Good thing there are benches to sit on. And awkward, sullen silence to enjoy, in which Mithos pointedly looks the other way and Freyjadour just has a patient if long suffering look on his face.]
[LATER ACTION - House 11]
Throughout the rest of the day, Mithos has taken up temporary residence on the living room sofa of House 11. The side effects of the drugs have worn off, but he's still in no condition to go off on his own. According to Frey, anyway. Regardless of his condition, a house full of humans is one of the last places he wants to be. House members, come gawk at the grumpy kid in the living room all you want. He defnitely looks like he could use a little company, right? ...Right?]
[OOC NOTE: As you probably expected, responses in the earlier part will come from both Mithos and Freyjadour. Surprise on who will tag first, decided on a thread by thread basis. Later action portion may or may not include threadjacking from Frey or Kaori. You have been warned, friends.]
fifteen [action] | early Saturday morning
[Martel had been kidnapped by the Malnosso droids about a week ago and no matter how many times she's taken from him, Mithos can't get used to it. There's the same plummeting feeling in his stomach, the same moment of weak knees nearly buckling. The aching that won't go away. And at night, indelible memories scrape through his head with a vengeance. Crumpling to the ground with blood blooming on her clothes and color draining from her face-- He startles awake long before the sun rises, feeling small in the empty house. Still and silent, he sits in the dark. He can think of one person who is undoubtedly awake at this hour too, and after a long moment of debate he decides to reach for his journal and start writing.]
( [WRITTEN - private to Sayo | 100%] )
[ACTION]
[He falls back into uneasy sleep eventually, and when he wakes up again he has errands to busy himself with. Food is running low...and he wants to check on something on the flower shop too. Hoping to avoid people as much as possible, he ventures out early in the morning with a canvas bag for groceries slung over his shoulder. Maybe he shouldn't be living by himself, but in the months since his death penalty was first placed on him he's become more skillful with his crutches. There is something to be said for stubbornness too. Above all else, he has to convince himself that his sister will be returned soon... He moves through the village as briskly as he can, eyes vigilant and senses finely tuned - the sooner he can return, the better.]
( [VOICE - private to Kaori | 100%] )
( [WRITTEN - private to Sayo | 100%] )
[ACTION]
[He falls back into uneasy sleep eventually, and when he wakes up again he has errands to busy himself with. Food is running low...and he wants to check on something on the flower shop too. Hoping to avoid people as much as possible, he ventures out early in the morning with a canvas bag for groceries slung over his shoulder. Maybe he shouldn't be living by himself, but in the months since his death penalty was first placed on him he's become more skillful with his crutches. There is something to be said for stubbornness too. Above all else, he has to convince himself that his sister will be returned soon... He moves through the village as briskly as he can, eyes vigilant and senses finely tuned - the sooner he can return, the better.]
( [VOICE - private to Kaori | 100%] )
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FOURTH WALL
[You would think that being a shut-in would protect against the sudden hoards of new feathers.
Then again, the fourth wall is completely busted. So feel free to walk right inside. That irate glare? It means he would love to have some company, really!]
Then again, the fourth wall is completely busted. So feel free to walk right inside. That irate glare? It means he would love to have some company, really!]
fourteen [action/written/voice] | FORWARD-DATED TO SATURDAY THE 17TH
[On Saturday morning, as the blizzard dissipates to a gentler snowfall, a seven-year-old boy wakes up in the village. He might look a little familiar if you squint... Mithos didn't wake up in his bed in his nice warm house with his sister in the next bed over smiling and saying good morning like always. Instead, he woke up on the cold and not very nice ground outside, and his sister was nowhere to be seen. This was a first in his short life. He was very scared, but he didn't cry. Except maybe a little, because it was a really scary thing to have happen. But he reasoned that he's here, so his sister must be here too because they're never very far apart.
The buildings around him don't look the same as the ones in his town, and he wonders where he is and how he got here. His sister must be looking for him right now, and he will wait for her because he is a good brother. He sees a funny little book with his name on it, sitting in the snow nearby, and he picks it up. It must be his if his name is on the front. It is very cold outside. Snow is falling down. He shivers and hugs himself and wishes he had his sister. And a coat. His back feels funny too, but backs are hard to reach. He decides to crouch in the doorway of one of the buildings to hide from the wind and snow, but he doesn't go inside because he does not know who lives there and he does not want to get in trouble for being somewhere he isn't supposed to be.
He opens the weird book and sees a lot of blank space to write in. There's even a pencil to write with. He'll do that while he waits for his sister. She will be here soon, and then he can stop being cold and scared. In careful, childish letters, he starts:]
[WRITTEN]
A Story by Mithos Yggdrasill [...there. That sounds pretty legit. 8|a What next...?]
Once thare was a boy. He had a big sister who was reely nice and they had a lots of fun together. He was reely nice to, so everyone wanted to be frends with him.
One day the boy and his sister had to go into the scary woods. Thare was a big monster in the woods and it was reely mean and bad and everybody else was scared of it but it had to be stopped because it kept eating all the food. The boy wasn't scared of it. He was reely brave and he knew he was safe with his big sister. [...and so on. Any literary critics want to jump in on this riveting tale?]
[MORE ACTION]
[Thoughout the day, he can be found here and there in the village. Nobody can seem to keep an eye on him for more than 15 minutes at a time... Because he's still waiting for his sister and she still hasn't found him and he's really worried and scared. So maybe he should find her instead. The steadily falling snow will not be enough to deter this tiny juggernaut of brotherly affection as he pokes around the unfamiliar village.
In the evening, after Kaori has shown him how, he will make a super important public address.]
[VOICE]
Um...hello everyone... [ohmygod he is so nervous, because he's never talked to so many people at one time before. but he keeps going. fidget fidget.] Has anybody seen my sister? I don't know where she is, a-and I haven't even seen her all day long. Her name is Martel... She's really tall and nice and she has lots of green hair.
[Um, what else? ...Oh!] She likes smiling, so she'll probably be smiling if you see her.
Please help me if you can, because I really wanna find her... [sdjfgsdf shutting the weird book now! >////< The lengths he goes to for his big sister...]
[OOC NOTE: Because I'm about as original as Luke fon Fabre. (rimshot!) Mithos here was mallynapped about a week ago, but I didn't feel like taking up more space in your flist than necessary. Tags will be happening with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
imasapling, and chronologically the last action thread will be Kaori. BUT HAVE AT IT, EVERYWHERE.]
The buildings around him don't look the same as the ones in his town, and he wonders where he is and how he got here. His sister must be looking for him right now, and he will wait for her because he is a good brother. He sees a funny little book with his name on it, sitting in the snow nearby, and he picks it up. It must be his if his name is on the front. It is very cold outside. Snow is falling down. He shivers and hugs himself and wishes he had his sister. And a coat. His back feels funny too, but backs are hard to reach. He decides to crouch in the doorway of one of the buildings to hide from the wind and snow, but he doesn't go inside because he does not know who lives there and he does not want to get in trouble for being somewhere he isn't supposed to be.
He opens the weird book and sees a lot of blank space to write in. There's even a pencil to write with. He'll do that while he waits for his sister. She will be here soon, and then he can stop being cold and scared. In careful, childish letters, he starts:]
[WRITTEN]
A Story by Mithos Yggdrasill [...there. That sounds pretty legit. 8|a What next...?]
Once thare was a boy. He had a big sister who was reely nice and they had a lots of fun together. He was reely nice to, so everyone wanted to be frends with him.
One day the boy and his sister had to go into the scary woods. Thare was a big monster in the woods and it was reely mean and bad and everybody else was scared of it but it had to be stopped because it kept eating all the food. The boy wasn't scared of it. He was reely brave and he knew he was safe with his big sister. [...and so on. Any literary critics want to jump in on this riveting tale?]
[MORE ACTION]
[Thoughout the day, he can be found here and there in the village. Nobody can seem to keep an eye on him for more than 15 minutes at a time... Because he's still waiting for his sister and she still hasn't found him and he's really worried and scared. So maybe he should find her instead. The steadily falling snow will not be enough to deter this tiny juggernaut of brotherly affection as he pokes around the unfamiliar village.
In the evening, after Kaori has shown him how, he will make a super important public address.]
[VOICE]
Um...hello everyone... [ohmygod he is so nervous, because he's never talked to so many people at one time before. but he keeps going. fidget fidget.] Has anybody seen my sister? I don't know where she is, a-and I haven't even seen her all day long. Her name is Martel... She's really tall and nice and she has lots of green hair.
[Um, what else? ...Oh!] She likes smiling, so she'll probably be smiling if you see her.
Please help me if you can, because I really wanna find her... [sdjfgsdf shutting the weird book now! >////< The lengths he goes to for his big sister...]
[OOC NOTE: Because I'm about as original as Luke fon Fabre. (rimshot!) Mithos here was mallynapped about a week ago, but I didn't feel like taking up more space in your flist than necessary. Tags will be happening with
imasapling, and chronologically the last action thread will be Kaori. BUT HAVE AT IT, EVERYWHERE.]thirteen [voice/action/just terrible]
[Mid-morning is drawing near, and the house is too quiet. Martel should have been awake already. Despite the uncertainty that has settled heavily between him and his sister, there are plenty of things Mithos does still know about her, and this is definitely out of the ordinary. Softly, he knocks at her door. No reply. With a knot of worry tightening in his stomach, he carefully pushes the door open to look inside and...
He's greeted by an empty room. No sister, none of her personal possessions. No sign that anyone had ever occupied this space. Only one conclusion sits at the end of this equation. Numbness overtakes his body and heart. Desperate, his mind fights against the truth; he runs for his journal and hastily, shakily, flips it open.]
[VOICE - filtered to Martel | filter VOIDED]
Martel? Martel! Where are--
[--He stops. The filter isn't working. She can't hear this. His journal falls from his hands and the feed ends. The chilling realization that she's gone pierces him as suddenly as the first time she was taken from him. Classic vertigo. He doesn't know how to breathe properly. He forgets how to stand on two feet and slowly crumples to the floor. He doesn't fall to pieces; that would imply that there's something left to break. Whatever remains is quickly grinding to dust. He lets it out, the pain that's rapidly smothering him from the inside. But no matter how much he diffuses, there's still more to take its place.]
[ACTION - AFTERNOON]
[He's scraped himself up off the floor (for now) and run out of tears (for now), and he needs someone to blame. Anyone. He doesn't care. The only truth of the world: Martel is gone, and he deserves compensation for his loss. Everyone owes him something, and he owes them retribution. Mithos prowls the village, looking for any and all opportunities to inflict some of his own pain on a scapegoat.
Later, when he's exhausted his body but his hurt and rage continue to burn, when he's hit the point where he can't feel any emptier, he reaches for the journal again. It's all he can think to do.]
[VOICE - filtered to Kaori| 100%]
...Can I come see you?
[ooc: For my own sake, chronologically the threads flow as follows: Frey, Nephry/Dist, Jeb, Silver, Grune/Dhaos, Kratos, Kaori.]
He's greeted by an empty room. No sister, none of her personal possessions. No sign that anyone had ever occupied this space. Only one conclusion sits at the end of this equation. Numbness overtakes his body and heart. Desperate, his mind fights against the truth; he runs for his journal and hastily, shakily, flips it open.]
[VOICE - filtered to Martel | filter VOIDED]
Martel? Martel! Where are--
[--He stops. The filter isn't working. She can't hear this. His journal falls from his hands and the feed ends. The chilling realization that she's gone pierces him as suddenly as the first time she was taken from him. Classic vertigo. He doesn't know how to breathe properly. He forgets how to stand on two feet and slowly crumples to the floor. He doesn't fall to pieces; that would imply that there's something left to break. Whatever remains is quickly grinding to dust. He lets it out, the pain that's rapidly smothering him from the inside. But no matter how much he diffuses, there's still more to take its place.]
[ACTION - AFTERNOON]
[He's scraped himself up off the floor (for now) and run out of tears (for now), and he needs someone to blame. Anyone. He doesn't care. The only truth of the world: Martel is gone, and he deserves compensation for his loss. Everyone owes him something, and he owes them retribution. Mithos prowls the village, looking for any and all opportunities to inflict some of his own pain on a scapegoat.
Later, when he's exhausted his body but his hurt and rage continue to burn, when he's hit the point where he can't feel any emptier, he reaches for the journal again. It's all he can think to do.]
[VOICE - filtered to Kaori| 100%]
...Can I come see you?
[ooc: For my own sake, chronologically the threads flow as follows: Frey, Nephry/Dist, Jeb, Silver, Grune/Dhaos, Kratos, Kaori.]
twelve [written/action] | Saturday at a less silly time
[It isn't easy, having your eyes pried open and forced to look at a truth you never wanted to see. A few days have passed since Martel looked straight at him and explained that what he had done was wrong, and each minute since then as crawled by slowly, weighed down with tension. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong... The word echoes off the walls of Mithos's gutted heart. He doesn't know what to do or how to feel or what to think. He has spent the past four thousand years trying to organize his world according to strict formulas - it's the only way to get by without being crushed underneath the weight of reality. If it is a human, it can never be trusted; if someone disagrees with him, he lashes out against them; etc. This is where he stumbles. He can't hate his sister. He can't be angry with her. He just can't...it defies everything he knows. So he's left with nowhere to go.
The only coherent thought he can piece together is that he has to prove himself right. Then everything will fall back into place, and Martel will agree with him, like she is supposed to... He also has his own ridiculous uncertainties to finally quell. He opens his journal, pen poised. With his left hand, he covers the journal's camera; no picture will appear with this transmission, only darkness.]
[WRITTEN | filtered away from Yuan; Raine and Lloyd's other groupies; and, as a bizarre afterthought, Martel - 100%]
With this being one world composed from many different ones, it is inevitable that there exists a high level of diversity. Even in each world, different races and groups of people inhabit the land, and predictably, prejudices rise up across groups. Discrimination follows on its heels.
I find myself curious: how would you paint the situation in your own world?
What are your own thoughts toward those who are different from yourself? What are your personal experiences with discrimination and prejudice?
[ACTION]
[And later, Mithos quietly slips outside; he can't stay cooped up in the house much longer. His confusion is suffocating. Martel feels so far away even though she's under the same roof, and it just hurts. He sticks to the edges of town, hoping to avoid anyone and everyone. Doesn't mean he'll have any luck with that, though.]
The only coherent thought he can piece together is that he has to prove himself right. Then everything will fall back into place, and Martel will agree with him, like she is supposed to... He also has his own ridiculous uncertainties to finally quell. He opens his journal, pen poised. With his left hand, he covers the journal's camera; no picture will appear with this transmission, only darkness.]
[WRITTEN | filtered away from Yuan; Raine and Lloyd's other groupies; and, as a bizarre afterthought, Martel - 100%]
With this being one world composed from many different ones, it is inevitable that there exists a high level of diversity. Even in each world, different races and groups of people inhabit the land, and predictably, prejudices rise up across groups. Discrimination follows on its heels.
I find myself curious: how would you paint the situation in your own world?
What are your own thoughts toward those who are different from yourself? What are your personal experiences with discrimination and prejudice?
[ACTION]
[And later, Mithos quietly slips outside; he can't stay cooped up in the house much longer. His confusion is suffocating. Martel feels so far away even though she's under the same roof, and it just hurts. He sticks to the edges of town, hoping to avoid anyone and everyone. Doesn't mean he'll have any luck with that, though.]
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eleven [voice] | backdated (like everything else I do) to the 5th
[The first thing the audio feed picks up is a thudding noise: it is the unfortunately familiar sound of a journal falling to the ground in the moment of chaos generally brought on during one of the kidnappings to which Luceti’s inhabitants are so prone. Directly following this is the tail-end of a command, given in a voice that sounds irate at best.]
--nd me immeditately!
[The ongoing sounds of struggle, muffled by the journal’s facedown position. Chance for escape is non-existent, but there is something to be said for Mithos's stubbornness. (A lot of things to be said, actually...)]
Martel! If you can hear this, don't worry about me; I'll be back soon! [He would have preferred to filter that privately, but...circumstances. Journal far down on the ground and him being captive and all. What is important is that she receives the message, even if he knows that she'll worry regardless. He can at least take some comfort in the fact that she is safely back at the house and far away from the Malnosso's droids.
More muffled sounds, difficult to discern, and then nothingness as the feed cuts out.]
--nd me immeditately!
[The ongoing sounds of struggle, muffled by the journal’s facedown position. Chance for escape is non-existent, but there is something to be said for Mithos's stubbornness. (A lot of things to be said, actually...)]
Martel! If you can hear this, don't worry about me; I'll be back soon! [He would have preferred to filter that privately, but...circumstances. Journal far down on the ground and him being captive and all. What is important is that she receives the message, even if he knows that she'll worry regardless. He can at least take some comfort in the fact that she is safely back at the house and far away from the Malnosso's droids.
More muffled sounds, difficult to discern, and then nothingness as the feed cuts out.]
ten [written/action]
[The news of his sister’s engagement came as unexpected to Mithos, even though it probably shouldn’t have. Raine has been with Jack since before he had even been born; he’s known the man his entire life. He’s always accepted it as the norm, and despite the over-protectiveness he harbors for his one and only sister, he entrusts her wellness to the strange, strange man. But getting married is always a big deal, isn’t it? The supposedly unbreakable bonds of marriage have always been part of an odd, grey area in their family, marred by the conspicuous absence of a father Mithos never knew. But whom Raine had known. He just wants to make sure his family is in good hands.]
[written | locked to Jack Sparrow – 50%]
Jack,
I trust you to take good care of Raine. She’s my only sister, and she deserves to have all the happiness in the world. You’ve done fairly well these past nearly fifteen years that I’ve watched, and even before then, but that doesn’t mean you can start slacking off anytime soon.
Your soon-to-be brother-in-law,
Mithos
[A short while after relaying this message, he can be found all about the village plaza. The mission: find something that suitably says “Congratulations, beloved sister of mine, you’re getting married!”, and within the budget of his slim allowance. There is no tradition that dictates such a thing, but he feels it’s necessary anyway. Feel free to run into him at any point on his trip, which includes the flower shop, the clothing store, and the general item shop, as well as on the way from and back to Community Housing 2. Of course, he’ll stop and rest by the fountain at some point too.]
[An ooc side note: Some replies may come fromimatreestill, my shiny new side-account created for icon purposes because I'm cheap like that. DON'T BE ALARMED.]
[written | locked to Jack Sparrow – 50%]
Jack,
I trust you to take good care of Raine. She’s my only sister, and she deserves to have all the happiness in the world. You’ve done fairly well these past nearly fifteen years that I’ve watched, and even before then, but that doesn’t mean you can start slacking off anytime soon.
Your soon-to-be brother-in-law,
Mithos
[A short while after relaying this message, he can be found all about the village plaza. The mission: find something that suitably says “Congratulations, beloved sister of mine, you’re getting married!”, and within the budget of his slim allowance. There is no tradition that dictates such a thing, but he feels it’s necessary anyway. Feel free to run into him at any point on his trip, which includes the flower shop, the clothing store, and the general item shop, as well as on the way from and back to Community Housing 2. Of course, he’ll stop and rest by the fountain at some point too.]
[An ooc side note: Some replies may come from
imatreestill, my shiny new side-account created for icon purposes because I'm cheap like that. DON'T BE ALARMED.]nine [action/voice] | throughout the day Thursday
[The morning finds Mithos on a trip to...the flower shop, of all places. It's for Martel (ever the lover of plants), so just shut up. Probably an odd decision to go in all this rain, but he has an umbrella handy. The rain is hardly a bother compared to an endless list of other items he can think of, mostly people.
When he returns, it is time to address some things that have gone unaddressed for too long.]
( [voice | filtered to Yuan – 100% unhackable] )
[A pause, because he really can’t believe he’s about to willingly address them. With Yuan he could at least gloat, but the others... It is a necessary precaution, however.]
( [voice | filtered to Lloyd’s entourage of dream-crushers-- I mean, companions – 100% unhackable] )
[A while later in the day, after taking care of the above business with various enemies, he decides it is time for something more...pleasant. When he cracks open the journal again, he can’t quite keep the note of excitement out of his voice.]
( [voice | filtered to Kaori – 100% unhackable] )
[And afterwards, he wanders through the house to seek out his dearest sister.]
When he returns, it is time to address some things that have gone unaddressed for too long.]
( [voice | filtered to Yuan – 100% unhackable] )
[A pause, because he really can’t believe he’s about to willingly address them. With Yuan he could at least gloat, but the others... It is a necessary precaution, however.]
( [voice | filtered to Lloyd’s entourage of dream-crushers-- I mean, companions – 100% unhackable] )
[A while later in the day, after taking care of the above business with various enemies, he decides it is time for something more...pleasant. When he cracks open the journal again, he can’t quite keep the note of excitement out of his voice.]
( [voice | filtered to Kaori – 100% unhackable] )
[And afterwards, he wanders through the house to seek out his dearest sister.]
eight [action/voice]
[When there is far too much on his mind (like now, like always), Mithos finds that it is somewhat helpful to go on long walks about the village. He tends to stick to the outskirts, where people are sparser. Better yet, he occasionally slips into the forest itself, where people are practically nonexistent. (Go ahead, prove him egregiously wrong.)
The New Feather cycle has ended. New arrivals stopped trickling in weeks ago, but he had clung to the hope that Martel would appear any day. Only recently has he accepted defeat. . –No, not accepted; he would never accept a world without his sister. It’s only temporary. Even so...the disappointment is relentlessly sharp, only exacerbated by the nature of the most recent shift.
But the waiting. The being unable to do anything.
He’s at the threshold of realizing that in this world even he is as helpless, has as little control, as anyone else. Realizing, but not accepting it. It is as he told Raine: the instant he stops fighting, it’s the same as abandoning Martel. A conundrum, a paradox. He can’t do anything, but he can’t do nothing either. He hasn’t felt so completely cornered since a time long past, before he ever became the great hero of legend, back when it was just him and Martel.
Then there are certain startling facts he has learned regarding what happened to the world after Lloyd defeated him. The implications. The hundreds of questions he still has.
And there is one more thing, something that remarkably has nothing to do with his sister. At some point in the afternoon, Mithos pauses to rest beneath a tree, taking out his journal. He stares down at it. Every time he takes a small step forward, every time he starts to let go and just freefall, the same doubts come rising up inside him. He opens the journal.]
[voice | filtered to Kaori – 100% unhackable]
.....Kaori? Can I...ask you something?
The New Feather cycle has ended. New arrivals stopped trickling in weeks ago, but he had clung to the hope that Martel would appear any day. Only recently has he accepted defeat. . –No, not accepted; he would never accept a world without his sister. It’s only temporary. Even so...the disappointment is relentlessly sharp, only exacerbated by the nature of the most recent shift.
But the waiting. The being unable to do anything.
He’s at the threshold of realizing that in this world even he is as helpless, has as little control, as anyone else. Realizing, but not accepting it. It is as he told Raine: the instant he stops fighting, it’s the same as abandoning Martel. A conundrum, a paradox. He can’t do anything, but he can’t do nothing either. He hasn’t felt so completely cornered since a time long past, before he ever became the great hero of legend, back when it was just him and Martel.
Then there are certain startling facts he has learned regarding what happened to the world after Lloyd defeated him. The implications. The hundreds of questions he still has.
And there is one more thing, something that remarkably has nothing to do with his sister. At some point in the afternoon, Mithos pauses to rest beneath a tree, taking out his journal. He stares down at it. Every time he takes a small step forward, every time he starts to let go and just freefall, the same doubts come rising up inside him. He opens the journal.]
[voice | filtered to Kaori – 100% unhackable]
.....Kaori? Can I...ask you something?
seven [action]
[Do you know what's exceptionally awkward?
Waking up to discover that you've turned into your sister, whom you love to the point of obsession and whose memory you have placed on an ivory pedestal. And your clothes are suddenly far too tight, for numerous reasons. Most of which you'd rather not think about (two in particular).
This is how Mithos began his day.
There was a certain shock and thrill that came with seeing Martel's face, very much alive, reflected back in the mirror. He almost couldn't tear his eyes away, but knowing that it was actually himself and not his sister helped dampen the enchantment.
Then there was the matter of his clothes...
Mid-morning finds Mithos scurrying across the village to the clothing shop. Very thankfully, he owns a larger cloak for outdoor use, and this adequately covers Martel's (his?) body and the embarrassingly-tight clothing. Not well enough for his concerns, but it will have to do. The other options are hardly being able to breathe for several days, or else...no, not even going to think about that. Passers-by, feel free to notice the troubled, somewhat frazzled look on this poor woman's (?) face.]
Waking up to discover that you've turned into your sister, whom you love to the point of obsession and whose memory you have placed on an ivory pedestal. And your clothes are suddenly far too tight, for numerous reasons. Most of which you'd rather not think about (two in particular).
This is how Mithos began his day.
There was a certain shock and thrill that came with seeing Martel's face, very much alive, reflected back in the mirror. He almost couldn't tear his eyes away, but knowing that it was actually himself and not his sister helped dampen the enchantment.
Then there was the matter of his clothes...
Mid-morning finds Mithos scurrying across the village to the clothing shop. Very thankfully, he owns a larger cloak for outdoor use, and this adequately covers Martel's (his?) body and the embarrassingly-tight clothing. Not well enough for his concerns, but it will have to do. The other options are hardly being able to breathe for several days, or else...no, not even going to think about that. Passers-by, feel free to notice the troubled, somewhat frazzled look on this poor woman's (?) face.]
six [action/voice]
[A peaceful melody played on a panpipe can be heard through the journal, or by anyone who happens to be passing by House 52 this afternoon. Veteran residents may recognize this particular tune as one that Martel played on occassion during her stay in Luceti, but to Mithos it is simply the song his sister would play to comfort him all those many, many years ago. Even now, it remains a source of comfort, one of the ways in which he can remember Martel. He can feel her presence beside him as he sits beneath a tree at the edge of the woods behind the house. Outside, despite the chill. Martel's music was never meant to be contained by walls, just as her soul and his memories of her were never meant to be contained by death.
Recieving his sister's panpipe (yes, the very same one, even though it had been broken when last seen) has been the first good thing to happen in quite some time. It is like a reminder not to give up -- Martel still needs him.
Mithos is entirely unaware that the journal is recording him, thus replies to any voice responses (or written responses) will occur last chronologically. Just for clarification.]
Recieving his sister's panpipe (yes, the very same one, even though it had been broken when last seen) has been the first good thing to happen in quite some time. It is like a reminder not to give up -- Martel still needs him.
Mithos is entirely unaware that the journal is recording him, thus replies to any voice responses (or written responses) will occur last chronologically. Just for clarification.]
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five [not!voice/action]
[Comfortably secluded in the safety of his house, Mithos keeps a watchful eye on the sudden explosion of activity in the journals.
He...really isn't sure what to think at this point.]
He...really isn't sure what to think at this point.]
four [action] | back-dated to Sunday morning
[After speaking with Yuan, Mithos has found his way back to where he hid the pilfered Cruxis Crystal and keycrest deep in the woods. It has taken a little longer than originally planned to reach this glorious moment, but what is a week compared to the chance to regain semi-immortality, to evolve from this pathetically powerless state into a being of ultimate power once more? He can be in control again. He can be in control, and the people of this world will crumble to him. His own world. He can finally have his own world. And when Martel arrives (and she will return one day - how could she not if her beloved brother-who-never-left-her-side-and-always-protected-her-even-when-the-rest-of-the-world-turned-its-ungrateful-back is here?), it can be their world. A world just for them. Like he dreamed of. Like Martel wanted.
He kneels down in the snow at the base of a tree, subtly marked for his own differentiation, and searches around its thick roots for the hole which should contain a small leather pouch--]
...It’s not here. It’s not here.
[He could have sworn he had placed it right here. Seemingly frozen in place, he stares at the spot in shock. It isn’t long before he’s climbing to his feet and the embers of fury are building in his eyes. Someone is going to pay for this. Someone destroyed his plans, his dreams, his everything, and they are going to suffer for that mistake. Starting with the tree. The ground beneath it receives a swift Stalagmite.
So if anyone happens to be in the woods (or in the general vicinity of House 52 as he returns to the village) this morning, you may very well encounter this bundle of sunshine stalking along. Very, very ready to lash out.]
He kneels down in the snow at the base of a tree, subtly marked for his own differentiation, and searches around its thick roots for the hole which should contain a small leather pouch--]
...It’s not here. It’s not here.
[He could have sworn he had placed it right here. Seemingly frozen in place, he stares at the spot in shock. It isn’t long before he’s climbing to his feet and the embers of fury are building in his eyes. Someone is going to pay for this. Someone destroyed his plans, his dreams, his everything, and they are going to suffer for that mistake. Starting with the tree. The ground beneath it receives a swift Stalagmite.
So if anyone happens to be in the woods (or in the general vicinity of House 52 as he returns to the village) this morning, you may very well encounter this bundle of sunshine stalking along. Very, very ready to lash out.]