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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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V/V brought her breakfast tray over to his table. "May I sit here, if that's okay with you?"
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"Umm... sure..." he stammered. He doesn't even take the time to tell if she's a half-elven angel or not.
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I feel the same way about my spelling, orz. I need to stop tagging passed midnight.
This collar was uncomfortable, and it rubbed against the metal part of his Cruxis Crystal. "And why do I have to wear this?"
Me too. Me too.
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... wait... that means Martel would be alive if she came here, right? His horror was soon replaced by an odd sense of hope. He had to find her. She was here, right? Right...?
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Though Mithos probably wouldn't have many problems with Martel being in another body if she came here, given that it was a step up from just being dead.
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"But what if your soul is somewhere else?" It was a vague enough question, but it was still revealing in its own right.
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Yep, she's definitely not an angel in the same sense as him. Was she... an actual angel?
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For example - a plant absorbing the thoughts of others and becoming sentient enough to project an angel-like form. That's too much to dump on someone their first day, though.
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"Then... how did you live?" He knows she already answered that question, but living without a soul sounded not only impossible, but like an oxymoron.
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He knew about mandragoras - they were a species of monster that were basically humans with plantlike biology - but literally being a plant and then becoming an angel? That was just plain bizarre.
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