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towerofanimus2013-08-13 05:52 pm
lookmanostrings) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-13 05:52 pm
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there's something in the wind
Characters: Fado, a cavalcade of shadow children, and youuuuu
Setting: The Farm floor, the Music Room and Forest on floor 32
Format: Starting prose, but I can go whichever
Summary: Bitter nostalgia evolves into full-on shadow spectre invasion. There's not much to miss back home when you're already dead, but the guilt of a Sage can err on overwhelming.
Warnings: standard Individuation Event warnings for now
[Floor 33 - Farmland][Tuesday]
It had been a very long time since Fado had been near his own forest. He had forfeited his tribe's traditions and left the forest to serve the Gods, and through his entire lingering in the Wind Temple he never had a chance to see the Forest Haven for himself. But time had tested his connection was always there; he knew of the Haven, knew of the little Koroks that lived under the Great Deku Tree's new vigilance, even when he was stranded.
That last part just seemed to be ever true now. Even when he knew malice as in the air, and the world they currently lived in was so...artificial, he recognized the small sapling that had been given to him, as much as a father recognizing his son. Though in this case, it was the exact opposite.
Logically, he recognized that it was hopeless; it was dead. They all were. Death was something he had long become familiar with, but even though he knew the Great Deku Tree had passed once before, it was almost impossible for him to fathom that the one that had raised him could possibly fall. The eternal child in him could not leave it as it lay and give up hope that the Great Deku Tree might still be with him so easily. So instead, Fado tried his best. He'd found a small unused patch of dirt on the farmland, mostly out of the way, and set to digging a small hole for the sapling to take root. He knew that the Tree might prefer it more in the forest; but it would be easier for a tiny plant to grow anew in an open space, and maybe it could start a whole new forest on its own.
It was a bit of wishful thinking. All the while, a tiny, tiny shadow orbited around him, not belonging to any creature, but watching his task ever so carefully.
How come you didn't die with me?
[Floor 28 - Music Room][Wednesday]
Another shadow had crawled out of the woods that morning; normally it was natural for him to shy away from things of darkness, especially after it had so thoroughly destroyed his temple. However, this time it was a bit...different.
This was someone he knew. Someone he missed.
Fado hadn't tried to run from her; they were both typically very steadfast and silent figures when they were serving, so the figures quiet scrutiny did not bother him at first. He'd taken her with him to the music room in fact. The forest was not her usual habitat, and though they came to be surrounded by the sea, the water was not his either. So he figured a room of music was the best compromise.
Maybe it was a bit-- dare we say, childish, to expect any kind of reunion with a shadow of a being; but still, Fado stood among the instruments, his own violin out and playing a slightly different melody than usual: the Earth God's Lyric, the other half to his usual tune. He was intimately familiar with the notes, though it stumbled a bit on his own strings. He tried to coax the same melody out of the figure before him-- who seemed to be holding a harp themselves-- but it seemed they refused to comply.
He tried not to let it get to him.
[Floor 32 - Forest][Friday]
There had been many more shadows where that came from.
Children, no more taller than him, and bulbous creatures who were even shorter-- the small remains of the future of his tribe. The kids he'd left behind in the forest, who had been lost in the Flood; and the children of the Forest who he had robbed of a future, by the mere fact of existing far beyond his time.
You got to leave the forest?
Why did you leave?
Why choose you instead of us? That's not fair!
I've always wanted to go to Dragon Roost Island.
I never got to see the Great Fairy! I want to see the Great Fairy!
I never got to see the ocean before...
What kind of Kokiri outlives their fairy anyway?! How could you do this to me?!
He wasn't so afraid of death. He was very well aware of his place in the universe. It was being removed from that place where he started to get scared.
It as a far cry from his own forest, but he could run quickly-- hide among the trees and the bushes, try to escape the critique of the insatiable crowd of shadows. Every now and then they'd remain scattered and confused in a scuffle, but then, it wasn't long again before the Kokiri had to take off again, unless he wanted to keep listening. And here and now, the music in the world may as well have been the sound of strings snapping.
Setting: The Farm floor, the Music Room and Forest on floor 32
Format: Starting prose, but I can go whichever
Summary: Bitter nostalgia evolves into full-on shadow spectre invasion. There's not much to miss back home when you're already dead, but the guilt of a Sage can err on overwhelming.
Warnings: standard Individuation Event warnings for now
[Floor 33 - Farmland][Tuesday]
It had been a very long time since Fado had been near his own forest. He had forfeited his tribe's traditions and left the forest to serve the Gods, and through his entire lingering in the Wind Temple he never had a chance to see the Forest Haven for himself. But time had tested his connection was always there; he knew of the Haven, knew of the little Koroks that lived under the Great Deku Tree's new vigilance, even when he was stranded.
That last part just seemed to be ever true now. Even when he knew malice as in the air, and the world they currently lived in was so...artificial, he recognized the small sapling that had been given to him, as much as a father recognizing his son. Though in this case, it was the exact opposite.
Logically, he recognized that it was hopeless; it was dead. They all were. Death was something he had long become familiar with, but even though he knew the Great Deku Tree had passed once before, it was almost impossible for him to fathom that the one that had raised him could possibly fall. The eternal child in him could not leave it as it lay and give up hope that the Great Deku Tree might still be with him so easily. So instead, Fado tried his best. He'd found a small unused patch of dirt on the farmland, mostly out of the way, and set to digging a small hole for the sapling to take root. He knew that the Tree might prefer it more in the forest; but it would be easier for a tiny plant to grow anew in an open space, and maybe it could start a whole new forest on its own.
It was a bit of wishful thinking. All the while, a tiny, tiny shadow orbited around him, not belonging to any creature, but watching his task ever so carefully.
How come you didn't die with me?
[Floor 28 - Music Room][Wednesday]
Another shadow had crawled out of the woods that morning; normally it was natural for him to shy away from things of darkness, especially after it had so thoroughly destroyed his temple. However, this time it was a bit...different.
This was someone he knew. Someone he missed.
Fado hadn't tried to run from her; they were both typically very steadfast and silent figures when they were serving, so the figures quiet scrutiny did not bother him at first. He'd taken her with him to the music room in fact. The forest was not her usual habitat, and though they came to be surrounded by the sea, the water was not his either. So he figured a room of music was the best compromise.
Maybe it was a bit-- dare we say, childish, to expect any kind of reunion with a shadow of a being; but still, Fado stood among the instruments, his own violin out and playing a slightly different melody than usual: the Earth God's Lyric, the other half to his usual tune. He was intimately familiar with the notes, though it stumbled a bit on his own strings. He tried to coax the same melody out of the figure before him-- who seemed to be holding a harp themselves-- but it seemed they refused to comply.
He tried not to let it get to him.
[Floor 32 - Forest][Friday]
There had been many more shadows where that came from.
Children, no more taller than him, and bulbous creatures who were even shorter-- the small remains of the future of his tribe. The kids he'd left behind in the forest, who had been lost in the Flood; and the children of the Forest who he had robbed of a future, by the mere fact of existing far beyond his time.
You got to leave the forest?
Why did you leave?
Why choose you instead of us? That's not fair!
I've always wanted to go to Dragon Roost Island.
I never got to see the Great Fairy! I want to see the Great Fairy!
I never got to see the ocean before...
What kind of Kokiri outlives their fairy anyway?! How could you do this to me?!
He wasn't so afraid of death. He was very well aware of his place in the universe. It was being removed from that place where he started to get scared.
It as a far cry from his own forest, but he could run quickly-- hide among the trees and the bushes, try to escape the critique of the insatiable crowd of shadows. Every now and then they'd remain scattered and confused in a scuffle, but then, it wasn't long again before the Kokiri had to take off again, unless he wanted to keep listening. And here and now, the music in the world may as well have been the sound of strings snapping.
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Well, it was kind of hard to take his own advice in this situation; but it was a lot easier to put on a brave front for others than to keep himself calm on his own.
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