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towerofanimus2013-03-10 03:16 am
martelapproves) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-10 03:16 am
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Characters: Mithos Yggdrasill and YOU!
Setting: Cafeteria
Format: I'll follow you.
Summary: Mithos doesn't even bother to go to his dorm room. He heads straight for the cafeteria.
Warnings: Speciesism, though he'll try to behave himself for now. He really, really hates humans.
An angel doesn't need to eat. Or sleep, for that matter, but in a place like this, a place this... well... abnormal, Mithos feels the need to do so now.
He was reminded somewhat of Niflheim. A memory he's long since forgotten and moved on from, and one that doesn't even matter anymore. Aselia was gone. He died, just like Martel, and there was nothing left. All because some idiot humans thought that, despite, four thousand years of being proven right, he was wrong and too near-sighted to see that humans could change. The fact that the world was destroyed upon reuniting them, even after he himself was about to destroy it, was almost poetic irony.
How did it happen? Magitechnology? Maybe Lloyd couldn't handle the amount of power he took for himself upon gaining the Eternal Sword? Maybe Ratatosk still wasn't over being betrayed by him? Who knew. Who even cared anymore. He didn't even have the means to remake the world anymore, if the Eternal Sword was even capable of that. He never tried. He never wanted to try, either. There was only one thing, one person, he wanted, and now, it was forever beyond his grasp.
Mithos stared down at the oatmeal. It was already halfway gone, and it really, really seemed to be disagreeing with his stomach. He almost never ate, and when he did, it was purely for pleasure. This was foul. It almost sounded like how Raine's cooking was described to him. Were they here, too? The people who went down the path he himself refused to follow? If he was here, then... they had to be.
And they'd better have answers.
Setting: Cafeteria
Format: I'll follow you.
Summary: Mithos doesn't even bother to go to his dorm room. He heads straight for the cafeteria.
Warnings: Speciesism, though he'll try to behave himself for now. He really, really hates humans.
An angel doesn't need to eat. Or sleep, for that matter, but in a place like this, a place this... well... abnormal, Mithos feels the need to do so now.
He was reminded somewhat of Niflheim. A memory he's long since forgotten and moved on from, and one that doesn't even matter anymore. Aselia was gone. He died, just like Martel, and there was nothing left. All because some idiot humans thought that, despite, four thousand years of being proven right, he was wrong and too near-sighted to see that humans could change. The fact that the world was destroyed upon reuniting them, even after he himself was about to destroy it, was almost poetic irony.
How did it happen? Magitechnology? Maybe Lloyd couldn't handle the amount of power he took for himself upon gaining the Eternal Sword? Maybe Ratatosk still wasn't over being betrayed by him? Who knew. Who even cared anymore. He didn't even have the means to remake the world anymore, if the Eternal Sword was even capable of that. He never tried. He never wanted to try, either. There was only one thing, one person, he wanted, and now, it was forever beyond his grasp.
Mithos stared down at the oatmeal. It was already halfway gone, and it really, really seemed to be disagreeing with his stomach. He almost never ate, and when he did, it was purely for pleasure. This was foul. It almost sounded like how Raine's cooking was described to him. Were they here, too? The people who went down the path he himself refused to follow? If he was here, then... they had to be.
And they'd better have answers.
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You.
[ He stood up, his fists already clenched. If Colette didn't know who he was, well... he knew her. They could pass for twins, after all. ]
What did you do? Our world is gone. Let me guess, humans started fighting again. Was that it? Magitechnology?
Sorry this is late. XD
I-I'm sorry, do I know you.....?
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[ His fists clench. ]
It's me, Mithos!
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This boy....his name was really Mithos? And if he was, was he really the one that Presea was talking about?
If so, all that everything about Martel being Mithos’ sister, the Desians, Sylvarant and Tethe’alla being split into two, and so many other things...
Colette placed her hand to her chest. She was not sure what to think about this. This boy was responsible for Cruxis, the Chosen system, the worlds being divided...]
....So you’ve met me before, right? [In her future, that is....]
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Or did you forget killing me?
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Not this version of me anyway.
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Sorry this is late. ugh.
It hasn't happened to me, but I have seen it happen to other people in the tower....[Like with those two Rikus...]
....So you might have met a different version of Colette, um....Mithos. [She's not sure what else to say if this boy really is from her future and he is supposed to be her enemy.]
/patpat
[ Totally missing the point of what she said. As usual. ]
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[ He never really had anything personal against Presea, but... he wasn't thrilled to hear she was here all the same. ]