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Starter Call!
If anyone is interested, please like this post for a short starter :) As most of my activity is still on my Guy Cecil blog, I may not get to these super quick or respond to them swiftly, but I wouldn’t mind having some interactions to help me get back into the swing of things on this blog :)
Echoes Through Time (Noel & The Shadow Hunter)
He is clutching his chest now as he witnesses the ghastly display. This is his future, a world stricken by entropy– and woe is thriving. Noel is so heavily affected, past and present– this is a trial it seems. Had the goddess been so kind, she would have forbidden it, dismayed by the prospect of her children coming to experience such pain. And by Etro was this pain hellish. He chokes, as the subject of murder strikes his core once again.
Caius– He had slain Caius by his own blade.
And that crippling guilt lingers once more, poisons him, overcomes him. How can he convince his counterpart otherwise when he has so little handle on his own marred psyche? Yet he cannot surrender to this downfall, this discord– it is too calamitous to be deemed acceptable. Even a mirror of himself taunts him with his failure, this future shall come to pass should he opt to ignore his own efforts to resolve the situation.
Can this sin honestly be forgiven?
Noel is ailed by his own remorse, it is infectious. Encroaching his gorge, there is a lump that remains lodged. Impossible to swallow, it only tightens to clutch his throat. Emotion is paralyzing– how can he be responsible for the death of the very woman who had tasked him with the protection and escort of her younger sibling? He had the utmost loyalty to the Valkyrie. Yet he is taunted with this– this hell?
How often are prophecies false?
"Yeul wouldn’t want us to kill anyone.”
It is difficult to stifle his disconcerting state.
He still wasn't getting it. The scene, that tragic god damned scene played out right in front of his face, but he still had the foolish notion that there was another way. Did he really used to be this annoyingly optimistic? One part of him... a very small part.... recalled those days. That piece of light in his soul became darker by the second beginning with the moment his dearest friend died in his arms out of nowhere. Where was the merit in that? After all they'd done for the world... that was their reward?
Obviously the other hunter either hadn't experience that yet, or it had happened so near in his past that the darkness in his heart hadn't had a chance to grow and overcome.
He recalled those few short years that followed. A three way promise between himself and two friends that they would right the world and make everything as it should. However, fate was cruel. Hope was removed from existence, and his namesake along with him. Snow, someone he thought would never give up fighting no matter what, was counting the days until his death by throwing elaborate parties with empty feelings of happiness.
For too long now... Noel had been utterly alone.
After centuries in the shadows, the scene that had played before the both of him was the only source of hope he had scene.. it was the only direction he could take. He had to latch onto it, no matter the circumstance... What other choice did he have?
Continuing to glare at the other, his teeth grit together as tears began falling from his eyes, staining the concrete below them with their sorrow...
“Yeul can't want anything... She's dead. This is the only way for me to see her again... She'll get over it... at least seeing her mad at me... I'll know she's alive.”
*May or may not be debating a slow and steady comeback*
Hey guys! Until I get back into the swing of things. Most of my activity will be over here on my Guy Cecil blog from Tales of the Abyss. if anyone is interested in interacting with me there, feel free to follow and invade my ask box! Thanks everyone!
All right, I’m back
Long story short, life’s been busy. I’ve been through some amazing times (i.e getting married) and some not so great times over the past year. It’s been a long few months, but I finally think I’m ready to give this RPing a try again. For those who stuck around, thanks for your patience and I ask that you continue to be patient with me. My responses may be slow, very slow as Im in the process of moving across the country, but I do intend to get this muse back. That being said, if anyone wants to do a thing, don’t hesitate to tag me in a starter or to invade my ask box. Anyone is welcome :)
"I don’t relish the idea of you looking at me. Now do you need something or what?”
"I might ask you the same thing. You were the one all over me for just giving you a passing glance."
"What the hell are you looking at? Quit staring at me!”
"Don't flatter yourself. A vain one, aren't you?"
"Today was just perfect at the beach. Hate that those storm clouds had to ruin it."
Echoes Through Time (Noel & The Shadow Hunter)
“You see? I told you I wasn’t lying.”
Noel’s tone remained cool, yet assertive. Not wanting to escalate the delicate calm temporarily established. There was still a brewing rage to quell within his mirrored self, and any words to follow were required to be delivered with tact. Even with an air of composure presented, he was currently irked by all attempts at proving his validity. The dying breath of the seeress carried the weight of her words, and he was present to retain them.
The only one present.
The pair had been the last two remaining, among ashen sands lain to choke the land of life. And soon she had joined the departed to an inevitable fate— returning to the motherly embrace of Etro in the void beyond.
But her time had been too short.
No one else remained but him and he alone. So what logic could his reflection use against him? There was so little flexibility when relating to the truth.
And he did kill Etro, but had the Historia Crux already ceased from existence? It was a phenomenon he could no longer explain. To his immediate knowledge, the crossroads had been relinquished along with the essence of time. How odd it had been to have something so integral to everyday life be robbed of existence, plunging the world to an eternal state of sterility and decay.
Eventually, Noel supported himself up against the wall, warily observing. The weapon within his grip was no longer brandished in a way to intimidate.
It killed him to witness sorrow maim his being, his soul, his spirit. If anything, it was the utter loss of ambition that troubled him the most. This was not the person he knew himself to be, and it rattled him to discover that he had quite literally lost himself.
Would it be possible at all to alter his destiny? They had done so, he and Serah— but with the meddling of a secondary hand. What if it was only he responsible with tampering to correct? And what if it was paired with the absence of the cursed guardian of eternity?
This was far worse than the future he had originally intended to craft.
But he would still fight for it.
“Look! In the past, you used to be so enthusiastic! Yet you let the chaos get the best of you? She promised we’d meet again, have you given up on that? What would Yeul think if she saw you like this now?”
The words of his former self stung like an arrow through the torso. Having this naive fool from his past tell him how to feel about all that had happened was something he was not ready to hear. "How can you possibly know what I'm going through? You're nothing more than an annoying part of my past that still unseasoned by time's cruelty. Don't you think that I know what Yeul said to us? Of course I haven't given up on it! But it's been Five. Hundred. Years. without any sign... except for one..."
A younger, more optimistic Noel wouldn't have dared thought to show this mirrored being what the Shadow Hunter would. With a flick of the wrist, a gust of air would fly over towards the oracle drive, activating it and allowing the hunter of the past to see the harsh reality of what was Nova Chrysalia.
Images flashed over and over. One possible future played for both of the Noels to witness. There he was, fighting the sister of his former best friend. The second girl he had let die. The scene skipped, Lightning lay dead, and Noel ran open armed towards his lover in a field of flowers. Then silence.
"...You see? In order to hold onto that promise, I have to kill Lightning... Now tell me how to be enthusiastic..."
Update!
A lot of my RP Activity has been on my Guy Cecil muse since I've recently gotten back into playing Tales of the Abyss and finishing the anime. I am NOT giving up on this muse, and I never will. It just seems that as of now my muse is stronger on that other blog!
I will be around though and I'll try to be more active here too! I've come back to see that I've even gained new followers while I've been away, so I want to welcome all of the newcomers and profusely thank everyone who's been sticking around to continue following me!
Thanks so much, everyone! ^.^
Slowly the blue haired paradox poked his head around the corner nervously, then just decided to get it over with. "HappyFather'sDay." He blurted quickly, dropping a handmade practical hunting knife in Noel's hand before dashing off.
Noel looks to the knife and then to his past self who also seemingly has received the same gift. “Man, I wonder how many knives they have, they must have a lot of us’s to give them out to.”
Hey everyone!
I'm still alive, but I recently joined AeonSoul as Guy Cecil from Tales of the Abyss, and my muse has been super strong on that blog! I haven't forgotten Noel and don't plan to take any hiatuses, but I may be a bit less active than usual since I'll be balancing more muses now!
ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴀʏs ᴏғ ғɪɴᴀʟ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsʏ xɪɪɪ ᴅᴀʏ xɪ: ɢᴏᴅs, ғᴀʟ’ᴄɪᴇ • ᴄᴀɪᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴜʟ
a god to protect them. a god of salvation. we shall become that god. we will rule over the unseen realm, and from there we will look over the cycle of death and rebirth. WE WILL LIVE IN THE SHADOWS OF DEATH.
"I won't let you!"
Posted that I was excited about almost reaching 300 and lost 2 followers?
Well, there goes that I guess XD
Disregard my previous post
Only 5 away from 300 followers..
