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MY MUSE IS NOT ALWAYS RIGHT
Please keep in mind that, however hard my muse may argue something or however confidently they make a statement, they can be wrong. It’s my muse’s opinion, and my muse talking, and their perception is skewed. Do not feel like everything out of my character’s mouth is the truth, or that I’m godmodding.
hello everyone! mack speaking, and this is a not so new but not terribly old rp blog for Nooj from Final Fantasy X-2. if you could do me a favor and reblog if you’re interested in rping I’d really appreciate it!
FAIR WARNING: for those looking for a blog that will be active all day errday… this isn’t it xD
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They seemed a lot like the Guado of her time; they seemed distant and reserved, but unlike back then there was no talk of killing her as an intruder. Or that was what she had been told as a child. That the Guado were a peculiar and somewhat savage race with a strong dislike of the humans. They thought they were superior to the humans due to being guardians of the Farplane, but the humans disagreed and saw them as inferior. But these were not the savage and proud Guado of the stories. Had they been, she would have been left wounded by the side of the road, waiting to be torn apart by fiends.
There were pictures on the wall; portraits of men of the past. As she observed the details of their facial features, she heard the door being pushed open but barely paid any attention to it. The old Guado male who had brought her to this place said it was out of hospitality, but she remained dubious.
So rare were visitors, yet Tromell still made a point to welcome them in the most personal way he could. To bring them here, let them see inside the home of Seymour and of his forefathers, was a sight few could claim to have seen. His reasoning was unclear, but Seymour guessed it was a meagre effort to make up for past transgressions; a tiny gift to any human willing to give him their time. His loyalty was firmly with his lord, but his nature was too kind to pass up a chance to extend friendship. It was risky, of course, but until today, Seymour had been perfectly obliging when Tromell had asked him to stay hidden; to remain in his rooms, or elsewhere, where no human might lay eyes on him. It was an accident, in truth. Seymour had not realised that Tromell had brought a visitor in today. But when he emerged onto the staircase and saw a stranger standing in his way, he made no effort to conceal himself, or turn back. If he had been of a mind to do so, the sharp, cold scent of pyreflies would have kept him from it regardless.
“Welcome.” he smiled, almost genuinely, as he observed her for her reaction. “Has Tromell left you here alone? My sincerest apologies. Guests are a rare pleasure for him, these days - I have no doubt that he is preparing the dining room for you.”
The setting sun cast a glow over the Djose shoreline that made the pools of blood on the rocks below glitter. These, and the golden flash of Yuna’s staff as she performed sending after sending down on the sand, accompanied only by the faint song of pastel-hued pyreflies, made for a beautiful ending to what was truly a historic day for Bevelle. Kinoc was already gone, his stomach turned by the bodies littering the beach. Seymour remained behind, loathe to miss a moment. The few living remnants of Operation Mi’ihen scurried about in search of still-beating hearts, the Al Bhed babbling away and the Crusaders mixed in with them, hardly distinguishable from the rest of the heathens. How pleased the Grand Maester would be. This - this was more than they could have hoped for. A total, unmitigated disaster.
He knew she was there, but said nothing; Yuna’s little Al Bhed guardian. Had she given up hope yet? Standing here, seeing her fellow Al Bhed, maybe friends or distant relatives among them, strewn across the sand, powerless in the face of Sin? A smile crossed his lips in a moment of self indulgence, and was gone.
“A regrettable result.” he said softly, “But, in the face of this despair, there is still hope...”
His eyes followed Yuna as she danced, fixing on her expression at every opportunity.
@spiras-sunshine
guado headcanon.
This might be a little iffy, but I headcanon the Guado to be vegetarian, if not vegan.
Spira seems to have very few “animals”, as in born creatures - there are chocobos and shoopufs, but those are very necessary for transport. Wakka makes a joke about behemoth steaks, and overall, I think most of the meat in Spira’s diet comes from fiends. And why shouldn’t it? They’re like real life animals, made of more or less the same as us, but we still eat them. I don’t think it would be much of a leap to think that, in a place where the pyrefly cycle is common knowledge and perfectly normal, people would hunt fiends for food.
The Guado, as Farplane guardians who seem to have a sense for the Unsent presence - I can’t see them eating the souls of the dead. They’re so much more in touch with the concept of death and of the Farplane, they wouldn’t be able to disconnect the creature from the person it once was.
When Yuna and the others go to Seymour’s house and there’s talk of dinner, they arrive to find what is essentially a massive plate of fruit. And the Guado look almost plant-like themselves, with their root-patterned veins and very natural environment.
This will really make no difference at all to anything, just a thought.
How do you feel about machina, Maester? Being of piety, we both oppose them - but I would hear your words.
“Of course... we would oppose all those who oppose the teachings...”His hand waves in a gesture of dismissal, ambiguous alongside his words.
“But if the Al Bhed reject the hope that Yevon grants us, but would it not be cruel to deny them any hope at all? Temporary though it may be...”Silence falls for a moment as his thoughts shift and his lips twitch in amusement. “Their hope serves a greater purpose. Their machina distract Sin. The more they build, the more likely Sin is to be drawn to them... If it is their wish to die for a futile cause, then... let them. At least no summoners will die in their battles.”
Mister Seymour! Can I become a Maester, too? At first I wanted to be a blitzball, but... I think you're really cool. So, uhmn... I want to be like you!
He politely suppresses a quiet laugh.
“If I may become a Maester, it is possible for you, as well.”
His head tilts slowly as he surveys the child, curiously, wondering if he would want such a thing if he knew the truth about the highest ranks of the Yevon clergy.
“Study hard.” he nods simply, “Do as the priests instruct. Your effort will be rewarded.”
Tromell fussing at his elbow to hurry him on, Seymour turned away at his own leisure and walked away, still smiling. Let the child dream.
you may not be the maester spira wants, but you're the maester spira needs.
“Hm? I must say, I am glad you think so, but I am inclined to ask... why is it you think Spira doesn’t want me? If you’re privy to some knowledge Bevelle is not, then please... do tell.”
fallal replied to your post: Anon here, that was actually what I meant when I...
ok but that left thumb???? doesn’t look like it has the same nail what the fuck is wrong w him
I mean
he did only have about an hour to prep, and 55 minutes of that were spent trying to fit his little hat on without compromising his hair
Anon here, that was actually what I meant when I had airquotes around right. Your definition of right and how it'd work, for you. Phrasing things like this is hard, sorry if I stepped on any long fingers
That’s okay! I just know how people can get over ships. If they were on mobile or something, they’d probably think I said exactly that. Speaking of long fingers though, I noticed something about the wedding scene...
I gained the Lightning Dancer trophy. But at what cost?
@flcreo now I have a strong mental image of Seymour wearing pants that reveal his legs to be practically vestigial and about two inches long. I ... I know that is not what you meant but that is what you've done--
requiiesaeterna:
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what does the hair look like when it’s wet?
…
Belgemine’s little sister, imagining me just out of the shower?
Heavens~
A girl’s gotta do something for the lols.
Well, that's the first time I've heard it called that. ;3
@requiiesaeterna
what does the hair look like when it’s wet?
...
Belgemine's little sister, imagining me just out of the shower?
Heavens~
If you wanna RP with THIS GUY
Or maybe even THIS GIRL
like or reblog this / hit that follow button! This is a multimuse blog for Vidina, a heavily built upon grown version of Lulu and Wakka’s son, and Rera, an original character for Lulu and Wakka’s daughter.
OH MY GOD ALEX ,, MY HAIRDRESSER LOVES ME OK IM HIS FAVOURITE CLIENT AND NOT ONLY BECAUSE I HAVE TO BE OR ILL KILL HIM
barber: what you want?Seymour: weaponized… yet elegant. think a ram, but like, the most luxurious ram in the flock.barber: say no more;
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reblog if you’d be interested in rping with seymour “my hairdresser charges me double, I love my hair” guado @requiiesaeterna
and/or yuna “sin come sky in 15 minutes for an asskicking” uh... yuna. @oshimai
both mine, both allsorts friendly, both canon divergent ok. I don’t tend to follow first because I feel like a weirdo following random people who may not be interested. ;A;
