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Indie Fallen OC (Moss the Chronicler) from FFXVI as portrayed by Kuroki || Follows from cinderella-gurei.

[infulaen]

𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐑 - 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝙾𝙲 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙵𝙵𝚇𝚅𝙸 by 𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒊 𝟸𝟻 𝚢/𝚘, 𝙾𝙲, 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢.

Dividers by cafekitsune || pfp art

Uɴᴅᴇʀ Cᴏɴsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ !

[infulaen]

Oughhhh there is a character that is giving me so many Moss vibes and I'm waiting to finish knowing about him without spoilers before picking the muse up. But it only makes me wanna pick Moss back up too... or maybe mix them up once I'm done (if they fit).

[infulaen]

@slumberingchaos's Clive accessed the Thousand Tomes!

"'TIS QUITE THE DELIGHT to see the Fatebreaker himself visit me again. Yet I must wonder, to what do I owe the pleasure of such sudden, but most welcomed visit? Are Fate's wheels turning again, or are you breaking one or other invisible chain I have yet to witness."

[rpmusings-galore]

                        There’s a voice whispering in my head

            saying   “ wouldn’t it be  b e t t e r  if you were DEAD? “

                                  There’s a voice howling with the winds outside 

                            saying   “ wouldn’t it be  e a s i e r  if you just… DIED? “

[rpmusings-galore]

                               to be  kind  in the face of  cruelty… 

                                     to  love  in the face of  hate… 

                                                these are NOT                                                w e a k n e s s e s. 

[phoenixsummon]

"My flames are very much replenished. I simply heard stories about you, and i've been wanting to meet you for quite a long time. Does that sound silly?" It sounded silly, at least to her. Was her reason simply because she wanted to meet him or, had there been another reason she came. The phoenix had forgotten now.

[infulaen]

"Not at all silly, my lady." He replies almost immediately, delighted to hear the reasons as to her visit. It was much simpler than a fated encounter, than an important occurrence to have to manage. Despite the simplicity of it, he was still determined to make it worth her while. "Come, my lady, please take a seat. I'd indulge you in our meeting. If there are any inquiries you have been meaning to ask, I would listen and respond."

[equescaeli]

A bizarre discomfort rests itself within the prince's chest, an uncertainty toward the brewing conversation blossoming deep within his stomach to offer tightening of muscles. Was he more connected to Bahamut than he had originally believed? Was there more reasoning to choosing him as his dominant than simple chance? Now Dion wasn't so sure about his positioning or person.

"What are you suggesting?" Dion's uncertainty continued; "That I may gaze into Bahamut as he does me, but I risk losing myself if I do?" Always had he known that the eikon within was a powerful force not to be reckoned with or taken for granted - but he'd never thought the possibility of being able to communicate through feelings, or potentially lose ones self entirely if not careful.

"Bahamut and I have not had any issue." Though he now wonders if that is not to last; his company is cryptic and unusual at best and frankly Dion knew not where he stood; "Why all of the questions? If you have knowledge on aught about Bahamut, I would listen more than willingly."

[infulaen]

The prince listens and so does the Fallen once he speaks. A slow nod comes. There it is, the understanding of the prince. He knew, of course a part of him had to know that the Eikon residing in him was not just a quiet follower, but one awaiting to take the handle, if it ever could. Moss keeps his head low, eyes looking away as if the other could see them.

"Yes, my lord, I suggest exactly that. Yet, I also trust that you have the strength to withstand it. If you could not, you would not be here, with your will intact." A pause yet again as his questions are brought to attention. If there was something he had constantly been guilty of it had to be his boundless curiosity... And the way he could barely keep such curiosity in check.

"Oh, indeed, my lord. I am a very curious individual in nature... This has helped me find vast knowledge about many different topics. I would be delighted to share my findings. Yet, I think yourself more suited to let me know about your Eikon, instead. Maybe, we both could partake on the sharing. Would that be acceptable to you, my lord?"

[infulaen]

“So… I was the key to our victory all along?”

[ Can you fight god? ]

tagged by: @valistheanshield & @yinjiyang (thank you both, this was fun!)

tagging: anyone who has yet to do this, consider yourself tagged by me!

[infulaen]

       The ripples of the past were subtle but still felt in the present, even if record had been lost to time, silenced mostly by death and fear of survivors not daring to whisper a word in the aftermath.  The Children of the Sky may have played an integral role in the tragedy, but were not the gods equally responsible?  To demonstrate unfathomable power and to deny mortals access may be considered cruel, but Leviathan had also seen it as a kindness...because look what had happened.  A scar in the sea, skeletons of fallen cities, echoes of forgotten history were all that remained of their clash.  In keeping the truth of the Lufenians secret, so Leviathan had also remained concealed.  Perhaps the weight of guilt carried by the pair was enough to remain lost to time.  "My gratitude extends to you as well, for keeping the truth of my survival hidden."  Perhaps a mutual understanding; either of them could have ousted the other at any time in the many, many generations past.           A question, however, elicited a subtle tilt of his head, a clear focus to dark ocean eyes; a shadow of a smile ghosted over his lips.  "Perhaps..." he tenderly confessed.  "I wander, drifting with the ebb and flow of the energy around me.  The currents led me to you," he continued softly with kindness in his gaze.  "All things happen for a reason, though the purpose may elude us in the moment."

For so long had he thought himself the only one to mourn what had been and even what could've been. Yet with the constant protection of the seas did he come to realize that many and more did and could appreciate what was lost, they could learn, and the guardians could remember. Leviathan did remember and kept them safe. So he, in turn, kept his need for concealment safe as well. Though he was most curious as to his reasons.

"Of course, my Lord, I would not oust our keeper, especially not with all the blessings you brought forth." To him, one alone and lonely among the corpses of the cities he used to know so well, the waters he used to stare below him so fondly giving him aid even now brought some comfort. It allowed him to survive, to live, to get to know the new generation... And to remember home.

The currents that brought the Lord here must've been the same ones who nurtured his lonely heart -- the ever constant sound of drifting water his only friend for centuries when at his abode. And oh, how kind it seemed to be, how gentle was Leviathan to gaze at him with the very same warmth his heart remembered. Like meeting someone you've always known, someone you have wanted to meet for so long. It elicits a swelling of his heart, joy as he takes a seat, serving his idea of drinks -- a brew mixing fruits and leaves.

"That they do, my Lord, and I am most grateful that you'd meet me. That I would get to meet you, too. Long has your flow accompanied me. If you'd allow me, I would offer you stay, become my esteemed tenant, if only for a day."

[yinjiyang]

The Glass Harp

“Match your breathing with mine. You can do it.” – @infulaen​ Random Injury Caretaking Starters

       There were times when it became too much, when the weight of past and future converged in the present and crushed Leviathan’s soul, when all efforts to save this damned planet seemed for naught.  He tried to think of the few, the few he had met in his travels who still believed in a peaceful future for Valisthea, and yet his thoughts still raged, unable to focus.  He was losing control, his body clearly struggling to keep the primordial serpent contained, shaking uncontrollably with choppy and choking breaths that brought him to his knees, sweat beading upon his brow as he strained to hold back the beast.  A growl of pain escaped his throat, raw and rigid while the waters swirled around them, the pair within the center of the ever-growing vortex that devastated everything in its perimeter.  Match his breathing…match his breathing.        Flinching, his hand shot forward to press a cold palm to the scholar’s chest, desperately trying to feel the breathing and focus upon the rise and fall of each inhale and exhale.  Rise and fall…rise and fall…ebb and flow…ebb and flow.  Face shadowed with agony, his own breaths started with a broken, jagged rhythm, and then…gradually…he started to synchronize–occasionally stilted by a gritted choke that caused his body to jerk and spasm, but he kept trying.  He closed his eyes and kept trying.

[infulaen]

Odd were the moments in which the guardian became the one needing to be guarded. Yet necessary, of great import. Never did he think he'd witness it, never had he stopped to think that maybe being a protector for so long came with its damages. They were not so different, the great Lord of the Seas held a raging spirit that could threaten to destroy -- for right or wrong. But Moss knew of the heart struggling in the middle of the storm. He needed only to be reminded -- that much Moss could do.

The hand plants over his chest and he takes deep breaths, relaxed, despite his own beating heart racing with concern. It would be alright if only he kept his breathing steady. That rise and fall would lead him back home, back to the balance his spirit possessed. Back to gentle rocking of waves. Back, slowly and surely back to himself.

"Slow and steady, my Lord... Find that flow, your flow. There is naught else but that. Does it remind you of your waters? Does it remind you of the peace you bring, the one you've brought to countless ones,... to me?"

[yinjiyang]

May Stars Remember

“I’m so tired.” – @infulaen​ Random Injury Caretaking Starters

       Those words were rarely a good sign.  The scholar was fading fast.  Whether the Fallen approved of magic or not, Yin’s hands rose, fingers interlocked, glowing wisps of silvery teal drifting from palm to chest as he sent the healing energy of his spirit into the body of his companion.  The historian must stay awake as sleep may lead to death.  “Weave me a tale, Child of Sky,” he spoke with an ethereal tenderness.  “Tell me of history lost to time.”

[infulaen]

Ever ones of struggling curiosity and looming pride did the Fallen desire to mix whatever power at their disposal for their own advantages. Moss was not proud of it, despite being an active part of it. Yet, magic did take a toll and so did technology -- though his people did not live long to witness it.

Living for so long by himself, desperate for redemption, he had taken a wrong turn or two -- and the energy that seemed so steady started to fade away. It was only the healing boon falling as a cascade to his chest what was keeping his eyelids from succumbing to the slumber where his brethren had parted to long ago. Though exhausted does he keep squinted eyes on his ethereal companion's, exposed. Usually hidden, they struggle to keep contact, even the dim light causing harm. But he can stare, if it is only to look at the man before him, he can resist -- or so he solemnly believes.

"A tale..." it brings him joy to even think of forming tales to the ancient guardian, one that always seemed so earnest, so eager to listen. "I believe even that may be too much for me, as of now." And yet, a deep breath comes. "Would you mind... a tale of sea and sky?"

[infulaen]

       A fluidity in his gait, the svelte form appeared to glide across the floor, each step a graceful whisper of flowing robes and silken tresses.  Such a greeting had been unexpected, but pleasantly welcomed by the tender smile ghosting over his features, eyes softening as he came to a stop...and slowly, smoothly sank to his knees before the ancient scholar out of respect.  Despite the tragedy of their shared far-distant past, Leviathan bore this Lufenian no ill will.  "Perhaps the reasons include all reasons," he replied with a voice rich and ethereal, laced with gentle tenor tones of a nigh-lyrical nature.  "The horizon may be an illusion of meeting between sea and sky, yet it is here we meet, Child of Sky. The questions resonating within my heart are numerous and only give birth to more questions, so where to begin eludes me."

Graceful as he ever was, quietly imposing as the crashing of waves, everlasting as the water protecting the lonely Lufenian's abode, the place in which his brethren rest, does the great Lord appear before him. Observing in awe as he is wont to do, his head gently shakes, he is not worthy of such a gesture, despite feeling his heart warm up at it. Oh, he was ever a slave to those emotions his people had so earnestly exploited. Joy is written among the creases of a small smile at the melodious words of his most esteemed guest. The horizon did foresee their meeting, despite he himself being ignorant to it.

Now, here they were.

"Indeed we do, o Lord of Seas. Before I say any more, I must thank you for keeping my people's past hidden, protected in your everlasting waters. We both know my kind to be unworthy, yet still your kindness knows no bounds. For that, I will always hold you in high regard." Once he was done with that, he delivered just a small nod before gesturing for the man to take a seat along with him. "As for questions, if I may be so bold as to start myself with one... I am most curious to know: was it arbitrary, your coming to me here on this day?"

[prophecyprompts]

#A STUDY ON RAGE:   an assortment.   includes works from jane rule,    hélène cixous,   anne carson,   & others.

you don’t grieve. you rage. 

i feel an ancient anger welling up in me. 

i keep waiting for my anger to go dormant, but it won’t. 

they tell me:  'you should be kinder. you are somehow furious.‘  i used to be kind… it didn’t last long. 

anger has its place. anger has fire, and fire moves things.  

what are we made of but hunger and rage?  

what suffering is behind your anger? 

tell me how you stand the murderous fury. 

love implies anger. one who is angered by nothing cares about nothing. 

after fury, what do you do with the remains? 

you inherited [name]’s rage.

i’ve tried to be forgiving.

this… this is not rage. this is despair.

i will be wild. i will be brutal. i will be inevitable.

anger is like fire. it burns it all clean.

i hold a grudge like it’s a hand.

what else can my hands do with the blood? pray? 

[aeniqmata]

The voice came near out of nowhere, and for a moment he was confused. It wasn't until he turned, seeing the stranger standing at the door of the house he'd wandered into. With so much of Storm's smaller villages being abandoned for the Aetherfloods and Echoes, the last thing he'd expected was for another being to be here with him.

" Might I ask who exactly you are? Only those working with Ash's king know me by anything other than Cid or my given name. " And if they proved to be a threat? Well, Blackthorne's newest weapon would be christened sooner than expected.

[infulaen]

"Ah..." He pauses, noticing the defensiveness held in his tone. Of course he'd be careful, the land was in disarray, no one could truly discern friend from foe. Not even the one with many names. Despite that does he choose to give a small smile back at the man. His only weapon, a book and quill he had been holding on one of his hands.

"I have been given a new name amongst your people, my lord. Yet, it is a name that carries ages, many moons of time." And though he first thinks to keep it to himself, instead, he chooses to be truthful and open, in a way. He extends a hand to him as a means to salute, yet he does not shorten the distance, giving the man the space he so requires. "You may call me Moss, my lord. And you, should I address you by your many titles or by your given name?"

[valistheanshield]

Clive carefully accepted the offered drink, looking down into the cup and observing his reflection for a moment, before looking back to the stranger before him. As of yet, he did not drink, though he didn't relinquish the cup just yet. When the other finally introduced themselves, he wasn't quite sure if he should believe what they said. "Moss. As in, Moss the Chronicler?" There was a note of disbelief in his voice as if he wasn't quite believing in what he was being told. It would explain the strange appearance and the strange situation, but was it the truth? Clive wouldn't know.

It wasn't until he was told what happened that he began to look around, finding him in this odd domicile. "I appreciate the effort." He said carefully, bringing the glass of water to his lips on instinct and drinking, finding it to be cool and refreshing. Mayhaps this wasn't some odd trick of Ultima, just merely an ordinarily odd experience. "But why?" Came the obvious question. Why would the Chronicler pluck him from the field and give him a place to rest? It then dawned on him that Moss had said that he was honored to meet him face to face. Was there something Clive was supposed to know, but didn't?

[infulaen]

Moss can only nod to the question, delivering a small bow back at the man. "The very same, my lord," even though surely he found it hard to imagine. He himself found Clive's presence itself hard to understand, all he knew was that he was the child of fate. Fate would always follow him, not the other way around.

Musing by himself deep in his thoughts does he nod again to the appreciation. The next question is one he should have expected but was still a little shocked to hear. Why, he asked, despite being someone of such import... Could it be that he did not know, then? A slight clearing of his throat and Moss is intertwining his fingers, lowering his head in thought, his eye mask keeping the glint of interest concealed.

"Why... Oftentimes the hardest question to answer..." Because he knew this man was special, but he could've just as easily let him pick himself back up alone. Surely, someone more suitable would've come to his aid, something better, a higher power... And yet, he was compelled to save him, and save him he did. "Though your essence did play a part in it, I found myself instead... curious as to who you are as a person. On that field, all alone, I saw only an individual in dire need..."

He pauses, a smile forming as his head turns to Clive. "Not a force of nature destined for greater heights, but a person I could lend a hand to, someone I could speak to, even... Someone... that is more than what has been prophesized. Does that make any sense to you, my lord?"

[infulaen]

Munday Survey !

Name/Alias: Kuroki, Kuro, Tsubaki, Stolen

Age group: 20s, 25.

Pronouns: Any or she/her

Favorite color: Pink ftw!

Favorite food: White rice or fries.

Tattoos/piercings?: None/the regular piercing.

Current song stuck in your head?: At this very instant? Battle: Darkness (Because I'm getting into the "Fallen" frame of mind, just how dangerous their creations were, and how dangerous they themselves ended up being.) And Peaceful Sleep, because of Moss's inherent kindness and much gentler demeanor/how he's served to help the wounded and bring them some peaceful abode...

Pets?: None.

Favorite book?: None, do The Thousand Tomes count? (Moss would be disappointed help...)

Do you have a 'prized possession'?: The letters friends and family have sent me throughout the years.

Dream job: Author, but also lowkey baker.

Tea or coffee?: Coffee.

Hobbies: Aside from writing all day everyday? Playing videogames, I suppose also spending time with family, I enjoy myself a lot like that.

How long have you been role-playing?: I don't know the exact year... I was like in 3rd grade or something when I recall roleplaying over text messages on my minute phone lol.

Who is your most active muse: Surprisingly, all of my FFXVI ones. Moss, Olivier, Popshi, Quinten, and even Clive who is a little more behind the line than the others.

Significance behind your url?: A very easy, very straightforward url without much elaborate thought. I wanted to represent what Moss is, but I was indecisive and didn't really know his real name to follow the method I usually use... So, I went and mixed the letters in "lufenian", forming "infulaen," liking the sound and look of it, and calling it a day!

Tagged by: @yinjiyang (thank you for this, it was super interesting to read yours!)

Tag some friends: @cosmicacy @cloudyfenrir @carrotsaversion @santo-sussurratore And anyone else who has not done it yet, I'm unsure who has and hasn't!

[infulaen]

`* @flameblessed 's Clive accessed The Thousand Tomes! *

"THIS MAY BE A STRANGE PLACE to wake up to, but please listen to this stranger's words. You are safe in here and your wounds have been taken care of. Do you recall the last thing you felt? The last thing... you saw?"