I am Moana of Motunui

You will board my boat, sail across the sea, and restore the heart of Te Fiti. (Citta Alveare affiliated)

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oceancleansing:

The Diver, too, found it hard to tear themself away from the crashing waves. They let out a gentle chime to catch the girl’s attention and turned their notebook around for her to read.

Would you like to help me With clearing the litter off the beach? I am worried the local wildlife Will eat what beachgoers have left Behind, and fall ill.

Moana looked over towards the gentle chime, curious when she saw the writing. Walking closer to read it, she then nodded. Even if this didn’t get her any money, cleaning the beach and helping the waters stay clean was something she was genuinely interested in.

“Where can I start?”

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“I wonder if there’s some sort of job I could do on the beach...” Moana felt more at home here than anywhere else in the Hive.

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...she didn’t need to see any of this.

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mantatala:

She knew very well how that sentence was going to end. Tala gasped softly, pulling away ever so slightly to look down to her Granddaughter. She caressed her cheek, wiping away the tears as she quietly hushed. Her poor, dear Moana…

“ Moana, our island will find away. Your father is stubborn, but if push comes to shove he will make the right choice. “ She tried to believe her own words, but without the Heart nothing could really be done. Perhaps the Heart was still in their own world with the Ocean, perhaps the Ocean would find someone to bring Maui.

“ If not, one day you may be brought home and you may continue the journey to find Maui and Restore the Heart. Not all is lost, dear… “

Moana listened to her Grandma’s words carefully, breathing a bit shakily for a little until she calmed down again. As easy as it would be to simply soak in her own pity and misery, she knew she had to trust in Tala’s words- their island would find a way. Her father would make the right choice. 

Believing that it would be okay was the only thing she could do right now.

She cracked a small smile, then stuck a hand down into the shallow water, pulling up a small seashell that had been buried under the sand and watching the wet sand fall off of it for a moment. It wasn’t a grand or colorful shell, but it was pretty. To Moana, right now that little bit of prettiness represented hope, and she presented the shell to Tala.

“Even here, we have a little bit of home, don’t we?”

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mantatala:

“ They took you? “

Tala studied her granddaughter’s expression; the tears were a dead give away to one thing, but… There was definitely something else. Slowly Tala dirfted towards her, a hand reaching out to caress Moana’s cheek. Her precious, precious granddaughter… oh, how she hated to see her so upset.

With a soft sigh she reached out towards the girl, hands pulling her close. She glided her hand along her hair, a soft hush sounding past Tala’s lips. Moana was not able to restore the heart, and Tala could only guess… She had put so much pressure on her granddaughter to go on this mission, telling her to go with her dying breath. How could she have done such a thing to someone so young…?

“ It’s not your fault, Moana… You did your best to restore the Heart. “

“Grandma, I’m...” Moana took a deep breath. “...I’m scared. Our island...” 

She didn’t feel the need to finish her sentence. She knew that they both knew what would happen if the Heart wasn’t restored. Moana couldn’t stand the thought, and she desperately wanted to get back out there and find Maui, but... she couldn’t. Not here. Not in this place. 

She embraced the hug, feeling how the touch was much cooler than it once would of been, while Tala was still alive. At least... At least she had her Grandma. It wasn’t as much of a comfort as she would of liked; as close as she was to Tala, she knew her people couldn’t survive on a dying island, and she knew she couldn’t save them as long as she was here.

“I don’t know what to do.”

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mantatala:

It was her, it was really her.

Tala felt her chest tighten, despite her no longer having a beating heart. Her gaze softened, brows furrowing as she looked down to her granddaughter. She almost couldn’t believe it; Tala thought she would never see her again. She wished she could say that she could say that she never wanted to see her here, never wanted to see Moana separated from their Island and Family, but deep down she was so happy.

“ Oh, Moana… “

You’re a ways past the reef, ways away, she wanted to say, her throat not allowing her to. Her hands clenched in front of her chest, Tala being almost unsure of what to do with them.

“ What are you doing all the way here, my dear? “

What was she doing here... Moana wanted to answer, she really did, but she couldn’t. This place was so unfamiliar and unforgiving to her, and she still didn’t fully understand why she was even in this strange place. Something about an experiment... But even without that confusion, her mind could barely process that this was really her Grandma in front of her.

She didn’t realize there were tears in her eyes until one spilled down her cheek, causing her to bring a hand up to her face and try to wipe it away. 

“I-I really don’t know. Grandma, I... I didn’t get to restore the Heart yet. They took me away, they took me away here...” She didn’t want to explain that she wasn’t even sure if she’d be alive had she not been taken here; the storm that had hit her had been quite intense. 

Moana’s heart sank as she thought about another fact she didn’t want to disclose; she didn’t know where the Heart was, not anymore. Either the ocean had it, or the scientists did, but either way, it was no longer in the girl’s possession. It wasn’t like she could restore the Heart while here anyways, but something about not even having it on her made her feel... empty. Like she had failed in some way, even though it wasn’t her fault.

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mantatala:

This was her kind of place; the ocean was where she lived, where she made her home after guiding her granddaughter beyond the reef. When she was taken from it and brought to this strange place she had to admit that she, despite her usually calm and level headed behavior, felt bitterness. Not just because she was far from home, but because she could no longer watch over her darling throughout her journey.

She hoped, with all her heart, that Moana was safe…

She learned not to look back; perhaps this was a way for Tala to relive her life in some form. That is how she saw it, at least. Now, with the day’s events and her ‘play’, she only wished that Moana was there to experience it as well. Was that selfish? Her granddaughter had a special and important mission, after all…

She slowly swam back towards the shore, her form manifesting back into her former self to drift back to the shore. No water dripped from her figure as she walked, the water at her feet seeming to simply go through her. While she missed the ocean’s touch, she had to admit that this was rather convenient.

Then, something caught her eye. A figure she instantly recognized, though could not believe to be there. It could not be, could it?

“ … Moana …? “

Was she seeing things? She knew that she missed her darling granddaughter, but…

“ Is it truly you …?

Moana hadn’t been looking in the right direction to spot the apparition walking from the water, still moving her hand over the gentle waves and occasionally touching the sand. It felt peaceful, a reminder of home, even if the off-colored terrain did leave her feeling a little out of place.

When she heard the voice, however, that sweet and familiar voice, she jolted upright, pulling her hand out of the water and looking around rapidly to see where it had come from. 

The girl couldn’t help it; Moana was staring, for what was definitely not the first time during her stay in this City. However, the emotions racing through her were a lot more powerful than simply confusion as she stared ahead at her Grandma.

“Grandma..?” Her breath was quiet, and she wasn’t sure if, on the chance that she wasn’t just seeing things, that Tala would even hear her. She was too afraid to take a breath, not wanting this to turn out to be fake, and her heart was beating rapidly.

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After getting some directions from a passerby, Moana made her way to the beach. She sunk her toes into the sand as she got there, breathing in the air. 

The colors of the place were indeed a bit strange, but well... the girl was glad to have something that was even sort of close to home. Her heart ached for Motunui right now.

It was nice to see that most people here were enjoying the beach though, and she walked to the water, sitting near it and petting it’s waves as it lapped on the shore gently. The ocean was a friend of hers, and even if this ocean was different, she wasn’t going to be mean to it.

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disgracxd:

“Yup! It’s pretty nice if a little odd. Black coconut trees..”

“Are the coconuts on those trees safe to eat?”

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“There’s a beach here?” 

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@inqerad

Moana was sitting on the ground, examining her oar. This probably wasn’t going to do very well as her only sort of item for much longer; especially with the fact that she had a sneaking suspicion a lot of places were a lot less safe then they seemed at first glance. And they often didn’t even seem ‘’safe’’ on said first glance...

She didn’t notice if anyone was nearby, too busy trying to think of what she could do to get better items in her possession. 

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@dancingdevilbendy

Now, this was an interesting sight. What was this creature made of? Moana wanted to touch it to find out, but decided that would be rude. 

“What are you?” The question, however, slipped out before she could think of the consequences it might have. 

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@pcssessedangel

Moana crashed right into someone as she ran down the street, having been trying to find a place to get a job but not having much luck so far as she ran from building to building.

That impact was harsh; it stung quite a bit. The girl sighed, dusting herself off and turning to apologize to whoever she bumped into. “Sorry...”

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scrapfragger:

Why is she staring? Is it his good (debatable) looks? His wits? His hair consistently on fire? WHO KNOWS-but kindness is a thing that’s displayed differently with the Junker. The minute they lock eyes is the minute he flashes a less than friendly looking smile, considering his teeth. He does mean well, really, it’s just… A lot of what he does always seems so off.

“ If it’s about me hair, no worries! Oi already know about it. ”

“...about that.” Moana sounded surprisingly calm about the fact that this guy, whoever he was, had his hair on fire.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t really think that’s healthy...” At least she isn’t staring at the prosthetics anymore...

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@egregiousemperor

“...” Moana has seen plenty of strange things since she got here, but this one is making her take pause... again. She’s found she does that a lot here. “...hi?”

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@wildberryoras

“Do you happen to know the way back to District Delta..?” It’s late and Moana is really tired as a result. Otherwise, she’d probably find a friendlier-looking total stranger to ask.

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@pxearly

“Hey, is something wrong? You seem a little... quiet.” The second after the words left her mouth Moana flinched, realizing that might of come off as rude. In reality, she was just concerned, even if they were strangers.