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diatu2019-09-02 10:42 pm
bearshermark) wrote in diatu2019-09-02 10:42 pm
[OPEN] The light that seemed to disappear
Who: Eleven and OPEN
Where: First District/Academy
When: September 3rd-ish
What: El has returned from his world, a bit disoriented by a mix of somewhat obscure visions/dreams, multiple sets of memories, and general time shenanigans.
Warnings: None.. at the moment, I think.
His feet hit the ground, and Eleven landed in a crouch. He held the stilled position for several moments, eyes focused on the shadows spread over the dirt a short distance from his fingertips. Then just as swiftly whirled on the person stepping up behind him. A civilian, he noted belatedly, and dropped his sword with an apology.
The newly forged Sword of Light gleamed in the afternoon sun. He rubbed his eyes and glanced up to clear blue skies above. Sunlight so bright that it seemed impossible. A spread of foreign scenery slowly resolved into distant familiarity.
Not Hotto, but Noa.
A world full of life, not yet fallen to darkness. A world ambivalent to the title of Luminary. Overlapping visions of two very different, yet puzzling dreams.
He'd regained his companions only to lose them again, but traded them for cross-dimensional friendships.
Hendrik. Yotsuyu. Isabel. Lea. Tenn. Isa. Kuja. Atem. A number of others.
Yet his feet hesitated to return, found himself caught between a strong desire to stay, and the compulsion telling him he should go. Mysteries and memories held him captive, conflicting, weighted, and scattering his focus.
He stayed.
It took a few days to feel ready enough.
When Eleven finally returned to Anastara, it was with a practiced smile: patient and friendly yet at odds with purposeful strides and drawn shoulders. He passed through the First District and into the Academy grounds with a polite nod to everyone he made eye contact with.
Nothing seemed terribly different from what he last remembered of the place. The people he thought he knew still recognized him.
"Has it really only been a few days..?"
Where: First District/Academy
When: September 3rd-ish
What: El has returned from his world, a bit disoriented by a mix of somewhat obscure visions/dreams, multiple sets of memories, and general time shenanigans.
Warnings: None.. at the moment, I think.
His feet hit the ground, and Eleven landed in a crouch. He held the stilled position for several moments, eyes focused on the shadows spread over the dirt a short distance from his fingertips. Then just as swiftly whirled on the person stepping up behind him. A civilian, he noted belatedly, and dropped his sword with an apology.
The newly forged Sword of Light gleamed in the afternoon sun. He rubbed his eyes and glanced up to clear blue skies above. Sunlight so bright that it seemed impossible. A spread of foreign scenery slowly resolved into distant familiarity.
Not Hotto, but Noa.
A world full of life, not yet fallen to darkness. A world ambivalent to the title of Luminary. Overlapping visions of two very different, yet puzzling dreams.
He'd regained his companions only to lose them again, but traded them for cross-dimensional friendships.
Hendrik. Yotsuyu. Isabel. Lea. Tenn. Isa. Kuja. Atem. A number of others.
Yet his feet hesitated to return, found himself caught between a strong desire to stay, and the compulsion telling him he should go. Mysteries and memories held him captive, conflicting, weighted, and scattering his focus.
He stayed.
It took a few days to feel ready enough.
When Eleven finally returned to Anastara, it was with a practiced smile: patient and friendly yet at odds with purposeful strides and drawn shoulders. He passed through the First District and into the Academy grounds with a polite nod to everyone he made eye contact with.
Nothing seemed terribly different from what he last remembered of the place. The people he thought he knew still recognized him.
"Has it really only been a few days..?"
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It was not like she could know, but she could still help. "They would not know Doma either, especially since it is not present on your world. I could be the Witch of Doma, still be true to myself, and not harm anyone--make reparation for the things I have done. Be something of a healer, even if I do not retain any real magic, should I be able to join you."
It was definitely a nice thought.
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A simple, quiet life for himself, and redemption for someone dear to him that deserved it.
"I'll pray for that future," he promised, hand briefly covering hers. "Yggdrasil and Raida both are benevolent goddesses. Perhaps if it's within their power, it could be."
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"I have never been the type to give a god my devotion...but if you think it might help..." Yotsuyu wasn't ashamed to attempt to give thanks. She was glad she was alive, after all.
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"I don't know. You could try praying if you like, but I wouldn't force it. If the mood strikes you, I know that you'd be welcome in Raida and Oberison's temples."
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"I am not certain I could ever give true allegiance, but at least begging forgiveness for the wrongs I've done in the past, and also begging guidance for the future? One of them might have mercy on me. I could do worse, I think."