This is a fight for me, and me alone.

Affiliated King Cecil Harvey of Baron, defaults to post-ffiv.

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“How are you faring Jude?” Does he feel it his duty to check up on everyone? Yes. Is he in any state to really do that? Nooppee. 

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“None of us would have worked so hard, I would guess. We all would have kicked back and waited for the update to occur.

At the least, it was something to do.”

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“I wonder, had we been quicker about getting to the Plains, built this place faster; would we know all of this now?”

“Though it likely isn’t wise to dwell on such thoughts.”

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“If I would have known of such a sudden update I’d not have worked to begin these farms at all. I suppose a bit of hard work never hurt anyone though.”

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“How are you holding up Claire? We’ve had quite the revelation.” 

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Gaahhh I’ve been busy and neglecting threads. 

Like for a starter what with the new revelations in Ivalesca. I don’t think I have six responses done yet. O-O

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“You are not even ‘you.’”

“If, at anytime, you wish to die...”

Cecil had spent his time since the revelation thinking, pondering the questions that he had been left with. “I’m going to explore.” Was what he had left his companions with, going under the pretense his departure was to discover more of the town that had sprung up in this ‘update.’ 

“Haley.” After the two phrases that stuck in his mind was that name. They’d been told they were copies of people; real people. Everyone seemed certain of whom they had come from, Cecil could only assume that he was her copy. Past that though? They knew names, but not who these people were. Was he anything like her? Was he anything alike to the Cecil she’d have known?

And what was he to do now? Cecil could form two thoughts: One, his existence, or lack there of, was irrelevant. Be he a copy or not this was his life. It was wrapped up with that girl and whatever fate she’d doomed him to. Regardless of his source material’s life, Ivalesca was his home. The people in the village looked to him as a leader, a Warrior who would protect them alongside Claire and Aqua. He needed to protect them, he needed to protect this world if it truly existed or not.

The other said that no matter what he did it wouldn’t matter. He could sabotage the village, betray them, set it ablaze with his own hands and it would make no difference. He wasn’t real, neither were the people in it. Even his own demise would mean nothing, no one would bat an eye. Life would continue. It scared him, deep down that idea was terrifying.

Cecil sighs, elbows resting on the table he’d come to sit at. He crossed his fingers together and lay his forehead against the arch they made. “Tell me then...” He speaks allowed, hoping no one will notice. “...what did you mean for me to do then Haley?”

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Well. I’m pretty much the tiredest person. Good night <3

[daemonflorescence]

A Ground to Toil;

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“Ah. An important task, to be sure.” And certainly something that the pinkette could help with. Understanding flowers, fruits…This was exactly where his knowledge could be of help.

Coming to step beside him, his pace was followed towards the barn.

“This is true. I will admit, I will probably be as efficient at the task as you, as I don’t believe I have the physical skill-set that you do.”

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“There is much more to any form of work than physical strength alone.” He doesn’t dwell on that thought for long though, attention turned to opening the barn doors. Inside was what one might expect, stone floors and areas where animals might have been kept once upon a time. Tools lined the walls, there was what looked like it must once have been a grain loft.

“I’ve been told there were seeds in here. I do hope they will still grow.”

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A Ground to Toil;

“Hmm?”

His name called from far behind him, from one of the few that he’d met when arriving at the farmhouses with Aqua. He himself had been taking a small break, already having helped sort through the food supplies that had been there, and that had been collected.

Waving an acknowledgment to the warrior, {Cecil?} he took slow steps towards him. “What can I help you with, Cecil?”

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“I’m looking to begin preparing these fields for crops.” Good, he got the name right. That made things less awkward. With that he begins towards the old barn, pausing in step before speaking again.

“It’s hardly a job for one man alone. Should this barn not fall in on us there are tools for the job inside. Would you be able to help me with it?”

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IVALESCA GROUP MEME:: TO BUILD A HOME

♗- Our muses hunt bison together in hopes of bringing back a feast.

“While it is more Noel’s skill than my own, I thought I would head out hunting. Are you too busy to accompany me Claire?” Surely he could put his combat skills to use hunting. It’s not the exact same thing but it was worth attempting (though eventually he needs to have Noel teach him, which he makes a mental note of.). 

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This is probably a good warning, to have for the Ivalseca verse. Reminder that my Cecil does suffer from Depression so like. Lol that’s a problem. A lot of times he’s going to be questioning his usefulness, what with his main skill being combat related, and he’s probably going to be overworking himself to prove to himself he can do anything for the group. If you notice me mentioning that often in threads that’s why. Proving himself useful is like, 90% of what is keeping him going. 

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IVALESCA GROUP MEME:: TO BUILD A HOME

♟- Our muses attempt to sow an old farm field in hopes of growing crops.

“These crops wont grow themselves.” Cecil was relieved when he, Noel and Vhaso’a came here; they’d found more people, supplies that could have been used to actually survive. He’d been trying to put himself to work since then, he had to be able to help everyone in more ways than simply fighting. He’d been doing any odd job people needed him to, mostly in terms of physical labor. 

Cecil takes a breath and glances around to look for anyone he might be able to call for help, and the first person in sight is... well he thinks this person is called Marluxia. He’s heard the name in passing but he isn’t completely sure. That isn’t important though, Cecil decides to call out and hope for the best. 

“Marluxia! Could you come and help me?” Now he just needs to hope he got the name right...

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IVALESCA GROUP MEME:: TO BUILD A HOME

Send one for a thread based on the following scenario taking place in the Whispering Plains:

♔- Our muses end up on the same travel wagon heading towards the Whispering Plains. ♕- Our muses stumble upon and clean up one of the abandoned farm houses together. ♖- Our muses attempt to catch a wandering wild sheep in hopes of adding it to their barn. ♗- Our muses hunt bison together in hopes of bringing back a feast. ♘- One muse shows / educates the other(s) in the basics of their personal skill. ♟- Our muses attempt to sow an old farm field in hopes of growing crops. ♙- Our muses decide who will be responsible for what. ♚ - Our muses stay up late talking before falling asleep inside the farmhouse on the living room floor together.

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IVALESCA GROUP MEME:: TO BUILD A HOME

Send one for a thread based on the following scenario taking place in the Whispering Plains:

♔- Our muses end up on the same travel wagon heading towards the Whispering Plains. ♕- Our muses stumble upon and clean up one of the abandoned farm houses together. ♖- Our muses attempt to catch a wandering wild sheep in hopes of adding it to their barn. ♗- Our muses hunt bison together in hopes of bringing back a feast. ♘- One muse shows / educates the other(s) in the basics of their personal skill. ♟- Our muses attempt to sow an old farm field in hopes of growing crops. ♙- Our muses decide who will be responsible for what. ♚ - Our muses stay up late talking before falling asleep inside the farmhouse on the living room floor together.

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IVALESCA GROUP MEME:: TO BUILD A HOME

Send one for a thread based on the following scenario taking place in the Whispering Plains:

♔- Our muses end up on the same travel wagon heading towards the Whispering Plains. ♕- Our muses stumble upon and clean up one of the abandoned farm houses together. ♖- Our muses attempt to catch a wandering wild sheep in hopes of adding it to their barn. ♗- Our muses hunt bison together in hopes of bringing back a feast. ♘- One muse shows / educates the other(s) in the basics of their personal skill. ♟- Our muses attempt to sow an old farm field in hopes of growing crops. ♙- Our muses decide who will be responsible for what. ♚ - Our muses stay up late talking before falling asleep inside the farmhouse on the living room floor together.

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нυптεя » noel stood off to the side while the others spoke – both people he’d happened to meet – and rescue – during the strange events prior. one had come with him, for a time, and the other was newly acquainted. but the fact that they both held a stone similar to his…. it made him wonder if they were supposed to meet, for some reason. a hand reached into his own belongings, tugged out his own stone as a thumb ran across the smooth surface (carefully kept away from the line drawn around it, almost superstitiously).

                a hand reached out as cecil stood, an attempt at assistance even though he wasn’t sure how welcome it would be. sapphire flicked between the three stones, speaking up before vhaso’a could. “mine came with some kindling. dried meat, too. not that there’s a ton of it left,” he gave a small shrug, hand shifting from cecil to rub the back of his neck.

                an eyebrow raised as the newest to join the “group” of three spoke once more, gaze shifting towards him in surprise. “wait…you mean i wasn’t the only one who saw that?”

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Vhaso’a suddenly tensed and his eyes narrowed slightly. “…You two, huh?” He asked, though there was a healthy dose of skepticism in his visage as he did so. Once more, he looked down to the stone in his hand, and there was a heavy sigh.

“I don’t get it. I don’t understand any of this. So tell me– did you two just sort of wake up here without any recollection of how? Or anything other than a name?”

He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh. “I had that and the memory of being good with my hands. I wove a hat out of the ferns and have managed to make a few things that way. Don’t know where the instinct came from, but at least it’s kept the sun out of my eyes.”

Shaking his head, he looked to each of his companions in turn. “If… we all had this vision… you think maybe there’s some validity to it? Like we should seek the place out?”

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“Our situations are quite alike then. I awoke in a Temple near the River. I met a woman there, her name was Aqua, if my memories are not failing me.” He pauses, glancing at his companions, then back to the stone in his hands. “I woke with naught but my name and scarf, and awhile you may not believe it from my earlier performance it would seem i’m no newcomer to combat.”

Weaving. What a skill to have. In Cecil’s mind it seemed as though that skill would serve one much better than his prowess in fighting (the blood moon didn’t happen everyday, after all.).