(ooc: I only check D_M like once every million years or so so this is super super super late sorry feel free to ignore this but. Minwu!)
...Minwu?
[ Don't get him wrong, Min, he's very glad to see you. He just has an awful lot of questions. Are you an illusion of some sort? Are you going to vanish if he tries to talk to you? Are you proud of him?]
[ Well. There were cyclones. And then Ricard died you probably knew about that one. And then they went to hell. And then Leon was bad that that whole sibling reunion business. ]
-we won. He's gone, for good this time.
[ So 'well' might be pushing it a little. But he's alive. They're rebuilding. They're going to be okay. ]
[the pause isn't unnoticed, but the smile remains on his face as he nods, of course knowing that the emperor is finally gone. he's seen it - with the death of the light emperor. but he saw it when he first laid eyes on Firion. He's just happy - so happy - that the young rebel and his friends can finally live in a peaceful world, one without fear.
He extends a braceleted hand - hoping to touch the other's - the same kind look in his eyes. In a way, he wishes that Scott, Ricard, and Josef could see the young hero. Of course, with fading away - he wants to know if Firion is an illusion as well. If it's an illusion, it's okay. Speaking with him again is something he's always wanted, even if it's slightly selfish. And an illusion can speak. It was their strength against the light emperor.]
-and it is all thanks to you- my dear friend, and the others. The Kingdom of Fynn - no- the world, I'm sure- must hold you, all of you, in the highest regard. Thank you, Firion.
(ooc: My immediate future is likely to be eaten by FFXIV: ARR from saturday onwards but when I finally come back up for air I'd love to follow Min to a game if you have one in mind.)
We survived, that's all. Survived and did as Queen Hilda asked.
[Queen Hilda, now. A long time ago, when the war was only a rumour and Ultima just a legend, perhaps he wanted to be a hero. Not now. Now he just wants to put down his sword. To take up a shovel and bury the dead, or a hammer and nails to make sure there's shelter for every family in Fynn before winter comes.
Gingerly, as if fearing that the slightest touch will cause him to dissolve away, he moves a hand toward Minwu's. Then, at the very last minute, he stops - and drags the mage into a hug instead. ]
ooc; I only just got accepted with him to soul campaign! and wow, me too. if you're interested, minwu is a weapon, a sword, and boy would partnering with Firion again be the best. I also plan to put him elsewhere though I'm still looking.
[Queen. That means... Gordon? So Kashuan and Fynn really were connected in the end. He remembers, clearly, the King's wishes upon his deathbed. And he was right...
His mind wanders briefly with the vague thought of whether or not Hilda is truly happy - then he's pulled into a hug; one of a lot more strength than he recalls Firion having. He's grown so strong. And he returns it; of course the wizard returns it, eyes closing for a moment and one hand moving to Firion's shoulders to comfort him. He's delicate with all of his mannerism, how light his touch is isn't simply because he's dead. Firion's words however. If it were not in poor taste, he'd have laughed. In his mind, he merely played a part. A small part; one he regrets couldn't be for any longer. ]
I only added my strength to the world's strength- your strength. I feel honored the goddess saw fit to link our destinies.
(ooc: oooh, I actually already have an old Firion SC app written. I'll look into it! Though I probably won't be apping anywhere for a little while until I get this 'shiny MMO' business out of my system.
And you're going to be FFXIV-ing, too? On the offchance that you're going to be rping in it (I know it's not everyone's thing |D) I set up a voicetesting meme for people's adventurers the other day if you're interested!)
[ They might not have travelled together for long, but Minwu was the one who brought them back from near-death, who was there to guide and protect them as they sought the Mythril when they were first learning that they could fight, who patiently healed them and taught them to heal themselves. In many ways Ultima, for all its power, is the very least of what he gave them.
And he's- Firion still doesn't quite dare to think alive, but he's here. Just as calm and just as kind as always. He trembles with something halfway between sobs and laughter, not quite sure which to express. ]
We're going to rebuild. Fynn first, to house as many people as we can before winter. Then Gatrea and Altair, and then the ports and Kashuan, so the refugees can return home. We'll recruit new Dragoons for Deist. If Palamecia's people want peace after this, we'll do what we can to help them achieve it. It- [ pause. breathe. ] -it won't be the same. But it'll be enough.
ooc; I will! this is really the wrong journal to say this on, but rp related to that game isn't for me, because I would want an OC related to the empire... after seeing Nero and Livia on beta3 they're just too cool. Did you see the new dungeon video? Castrum Meridiannum is so wow i just can't, i can't
You are correct. Things will never be as they were for every soul upon that world... But if anyone is capable of making things different, even better than things were before the Emperor, it is you, Queen Hilda, and King Gordon. I am certain of it.
[There's a small pause. A second hand rises, to rub lightly at Firion's back. He's unperturbed by half-laughing, half-crying. Some moments pass, and he moves to look Firion in the eye.]
...There is something I would ask of you, although you have done so much...
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OMG OMG OMG OMG MINWU HELLO I AM LATE TO THIS SORRY
...Minwu?
[ Don't get him wrong, Min, he's very glad to see you. He just has an awful lot of questions. Are you an illusion of some sort? Are you going to vanish if he tries to talk to you?
Are you proud of him?]It's- Is it really you?
Hi! c: 1/2
the veil's removed.]
2/2
the proudest.]You have no reason to worry. I am not one of his illusions.
Have you been well, Firion?
Let me just make high-pitched sounds at you for playing Minwu eeeeee
[ Well. There were cyclones. And then Ricard died
you probably knew about that one. And then they went to hell. And then Leon was bad that that whole sibling reunion business. ]-we won. He's gone, for good this time.
[ So 'well' might be pushing it a little. But he's alive. They're rebuilding. They're going to be okay. ]
backatcha for playing firi! ❤
He extends a braceleted hand - hoping to touch the other's - the same kind look in his eyes. In a way, he wishes that Scott, Ricard, and Josef could see the young hero. Of course, with fading away - he wants to know if Firion is an illusion as well. If it's an illusion, it's okay. Speaking with him again is something he's always wanted, even if it's slightly selfish. And an illusion can speak. It was their strength against the light emperor.]
-and it is all thanks to you- my dear friend, and the others.
The Kingdom of Fynn - no- the world, I'm sure- must hold you, all of you, in the highest regard. Thank you, Firion.
did you ever find a home for him?
We survived, that's all. Survived and did as Queen Hilda asked.
[ Queen Hilda, now. A long time ago, when the war was only a rumour and Ultima just a legend, perhaps he wanted to be a hero. Not now. Now he just wants to put down his sword. To take up a shovel and bury the dead, or a hammer and nails to make sure there's shelter for every family in Fynn before winter comes.
Gingerly, as if fearing that the slightest touch will cause him to dissolve away, he moves a hand toward Minwu's. Then, at the very last minute, he stops - and drags the mage into a hug instead. ]
We couldn't have done any of this without you.
yus! c:
[Queen. That means... Gordon? So Kashuan and Fynn really were connected in the end. He remembers, clearly, the King's wishes upon his deathbed. And he was right...
His mind wanders briefly with the vague thought of whether or not Hilda is truly happy - then he's pulled into a hug; one of a lot more strength than he recalls Firion having. He's grown so strong. And he returns it; of course the wizard returns it, eyes closing for a moment and one hand moving to Firion's shoulders to comfort him. He's delicate with all of his mannerism, how light his touch is isn't simply because he's dead. Firion's words however. If it were not in poor taste, he'd have laughed. In his mind, he merely played a part. A small part; one he regrets couldn't be for any longer. ]
I only added my strength to the world's strength- your strength. I feel honored the goddess saw fit to link our destinies.
\o/
And you're going to be FFXIV-ing, too? On the offchance that you're going to be rping in it (I know it's not everyone's thing |D) I set up a voicetesting meme for people's adventurers the other day if you're interested!)
[ They might not have travelled together for long, but Minwu was the one who brought them back from near-death, who was there to guide and protect them as they sought the Mythril when they were first learning that they could fight, who patiently healed them and taught them to heal themselves. In many ways Ultima, for all its power, is the very least of what he gave them.
And he's- Firion still doesn't quite dare to think alive, but he's here. Just as calm and just as kind as always. He trembles with something halfway between sobs and laughter, not quite sure which to express. ]
We're going to rebuild. Fynn first, to house as many people as we can before winter. Then Gatrea and Altair, and then the ports and Kashuan, so the refugees can return home. We'll recruit new Dragoons for Deist. If Palamecia's people want peace after this, we'll do what we can to help them achieve it. It- [ pause. breathe. ] -it won't be the same. But it'll be enough.
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Did you see the new dungeon video? Castrum Meridiannum is so wow i just can't, i can'tYou are correct. Things will never be as they were for every soul upon that world...
But if anyone is capable of making things different, even better than things were before the Emperor, it is you, Queen Hilda, and King Gordon. I am certain of it.
[There's a small pause. A second hand rises, to rub lightly at Firion's back. He's unperturbed by half-laughing, half-crying. Some moments pass, and he moves to look Firion in the eye.]
...There is something I would ask of you, although you have done so much...