⚜ one

[martelapproves]

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.

Comments

[martelapproves]

"How can you not have a soul?" He had one, but it was in his Cruxis Crystal, not in his own body. "I mean, you wouldn't be alive if that were true, right?"

Yep, she's definitely not an angel in the same sense as him. Was she... an actual angel?

[heavenscorpse]

"We come from all kinds of different worlds, so things that are true in one aren't always true in the other."

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.

[martelapproves]

"You're from another world?" Well. This... place was getting more and more interesting, and at the same time, terrifying, even to him. 4,000 years old he may be, but he's still very much a kid. Being given godlike powers and near-unquestioned authority over the world at the tender age of 14 will do that to you.

"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.

[heavenscorpse]

"It's kind of complicated... I don't know if you would call it really being alive. I was a plant. Am a plant?" she adds, mostly rhetorically. "Is this still being plantlike- well, it doesn't matter anyway."

[martelapproves]

"How could you have been a plant!?"

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.

[heavenscorpse]

"This is way too complicated for a first conversation." She giggled self-consciously. "Anyway, I'm supposed to be helping you out!"