Seer of Fate

Indie and Semi-Selective Minwu of Final Fantasy Two.

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I heard that minwu was shredded. that minwu has an 18 pack

“Is this what was meant by ‘The bears are in’?” 

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Stares at that utterly delectable looking turban jewel... Rather, his own reflection in it. He seems rather hypnotized.

Minwu isn’t actually certain how he’s supposed to react to this, so he’s just not going to. He’s just gonna… remain quiet and let this be for now. 

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“My youth means little in my ability to-”

“Oh. Well then, tis a pleasant surprise to see one that isn’t fooled by my stature. T’would be a pity to take up arms against one that has sense.”

“One ought not pass judgement before seeing another’s full potential. It will simply spell your end to doubt those around yourself.”

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❛ fight me❜

SEND ❛ FIGHT ME❜ FOR || Accepting!

“Forgive me my rudeness milady, but aren’t you a bit young to be fighting? Admirable as it is, I must express my concerns. In terms of not wishing to fight, it would be ten. I cannot condone fighting one so young. I do feel, however, you would be a near equal in magical combat.”

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send ❛ fight me❜ for

whether my muse would fight them, if not how much they don’t want to fight ( from 1 to 10 ) and finally, what the odds would be, according to my muse

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                             you don’t think I’m a THREAT?

                                              Gｏｏｄ.

                             then you won’t see me coming… 

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

A kind gesture can reach a wound that only compassion can heal.

Steve Maraboli (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[corpsebrigadecommander]

“Aye, that would be my sister.” He nodded at the request. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind then.” He knew all too well he power of a name.

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“You have my thanks, Sir Folles.” The fewer people who saw him would make matters far easier, but before he could concern himself with leaving his home behind...

“Might I be so rude to ask, you and your sister are both... not of this place.” In someways they seemed more alike to Minwu himself than someone such as Leon.

[corpsebrigadecommander]

“I’ve passed through here in the past, though you are no doubt local.” He bowed his head. “Weigraf Folles, former Commander of the Corpse Brigade of Ivalice.”

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“A relative to Miss. Folles then? My name is Minwu, though I do hope you’ll not repeat it.”

[imperialroseking]

The knock was a huge surprise to the knight, who was writing in his journal prior to it. Who would visit him at this time? His lover was out on a job, and his siblings were busy that day. The only thing occupying him were his own thoughts, which never turned out well for him, thus the journal. Hearing Knight bark at the door, he came out of his thoughts and went to open it, thinking it was probably a neighbor demanding something of him.

Who he saw instead made his eyes widen and his jaw drop. He remembered this face from once before, seeing him before the Dreadnought took off and learning his name soon after. “Minwu?” he asked in disbelief, maybe even a bit of fear. He had heard of his feats and knew better than to anger him. For all he knew, this man held a grudge, too.

Finally stepping aside, he gestured inside. “Come in, sir. Make yourself comfortable.”

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“Greetings, Leonhart.” The reaction he received was not unexpected. Minwu had found himself frightened by his own awakening, surprised even. The dead had no place among the living, Minwu knew he shouldn’t be here now, and yet here he stood. Those thoughts, however, were of little importance. When welcomed Minwu stepped into the house, glad to be out of the streets again.

“Forgive me for my intrusion, I became... intrigued when I heard people speaking of you.” He’s just going to... ignore the elephant in the room (aka, himself.).

[milleuda-folles]

“It seems death carries not quite the the same grim permanence here that it does in my homeland. I am Milleuda Folles, once of the Corpse Brigade of Ivalice. I see that you and my dear Leon know one another.” The young lady smiled.

Upon gazing into the woman’s eyes, the experienced exorcist would likely notice two things.

The first, and most obvious, was the faint glimmer of demonic energy that radiated from the pit of her soul. It was more signature than sentience, a remnant of whatever entity had given Milleuda a reprieve from her rest eternal. It seemed that like attracted like, and that the woman who’d committed herself to helping Leon overcome his darkness carried her own small share thereof.

There was something else, though, a subtle vein of energy that lay dormant and unnoticed. It, too, was the sort of thing that only a master mystic would be able to pick out, but it was plain as daylight. Rooted somewhere deep within the creature of war that stood before him was the soul of a healer.

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“Ours is a land that is trying to recover from Death’s Grip. Not long ago we’d have believed all hope lost, yet we will recover.”

“It is good to meet you Miss. Folles. I fear I did not know Leon in life except through the words of his sister. Unfortunately, fate did not offer us the opportunity.” He took notice of her but he voted to keep silent. Demonic energy or no he sensed no malice within her, to himself nor members of the living.

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“Another person new to Fynn, I assume?” Fate did not warn him of this. So much for keeping a low profile.

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hiemalstorm replied to your post:I just remembered. At the start of FF2 Minwu gives...

(It did say it was a foldable canoe I think…)

For fuck sake Minwu that isn’t how those work. 

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“I must say, you’re a brave woman. You almost died and yet you stood back up to fight again.” Minwu meant it, honestly. Just as many people as not would have run away in the face of such dangers, newcomers to the battlefield or no these people have certainly managed to impress him. 

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I just remembered.

At the start of FF2 Minwu gives the party a canoe. 

A fucking CANOE. 

Minwu what the fuck. Where did you get that. You were just chased out of your home. 

Where did you get a canoe. Why do you have it.

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To say he disliked Castle Palamecia would be an understatement. The general ambiance stuck him as heavy, breathing here felt different than in Fynn or Mysidia; it had an air of secrets he felt might be dangerous to try and uncover. It didn’t matter too much though, his duties were of a diplomatic manner, the affairs of the Palamecians were of little importance to him.

Minwu tried not to wander much, requesting audience with the castle’s liege and offering few other words (though the soldiers seemed not to care for any other words he might offer). His own King was in Kashun now, intending to meet personally with the Palamecian ruler in a matter of days. It was of Minwu’s own volition he be allowed to go ahead to Palamecia, no diplomatic relations had been forged between the two nations since this new ruler had come to power. Fate had yet to offer Minwu a warning of ill will but one could not be too careful.

He approaches the throne room quietly.

“Good Afternoon.” He calls to the Knights before the doors, yet is given no response. The two simply open the door, no signs of acknowledgement to Minwu other than the doors being opened before him. “My thanks.” He nods to the Knights regardless and walks into the throne room, pausing and bowing once he is before the man on the throne.

“Greetings, your Majesty.”

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“It would appear much changed with my passing.” An unfamiliar woman, in his years living in Fynn he’d never met her. Was she from elsewhere? He could only assume as much. “It is good to meet you. My name is Minwu.”