"The Sea King. The Lord of All Waters--

“A massive sea serpent that effortlessly controls water and rules all who dwell in the oceans. The raging swell of his "Tsunami" is enough to consume even the fiercest of foes.” {Indep Final Fantasy verse Leviathan} Multi-Fandom & OC Friendly

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“Hm? Festival, huh?" There’s a cock of a dark brow, and the hunter turns to face the other male fully, bare extremities crossing casually against his chest. "Heh, I didn’t even know there was one going on. You headin’ there yourself?" It’s a general musing that passes his mind, one that contemplates going back to another world and bringing along a pallid prince, but perhaps he shouldn’t begin considering it if he doesn’t know exactly where this event is taking place.

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"Indeed. You could say that I was a regular to the Tiangou Bloom, and many of the other seasonal festivals at this time of year." He confides; a twitchy arm discreetly kept to slumber in the confines of orient rubicund vestments, unbeknownst to this wayward visitor that he was containing an immeasurable amount of divine energy -- something his human guise found it arduous to control when contained within such a petite hide. The true grandioseness of this cloaked God's being was dumbed, like a pagoda of many legends etched 'pon each level was he truly, howbeit he still safeguards that air of nobility about him now. "--If you'd like I suppose we could both take a stroll to figure out where the festivities are being held this year. Though it pains me to always have to remember where to look, I do not mind a little dawdle and it is the least I could do."

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BOW TO ME MORTAL.

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" — ‘m not a little boy." He starts, anger flashing briefly across youthful features as he straightens his posture and shifts both arms into the standard military salute that had been branded into his body from his first day of training on. "Something is the matter, this isn’t my city… where are the walls and the barracks…" It didn’t make sense, all he’d done was doze off for a daily nap during downtime and suddenly he had awoken in this strange place. Nothing added up to him and it became more and more surprising by the moment as he glanced around the foreign area. "The hell is Wutai? How do you guys survive with the titans out there… Even with fifty meter walls humanity is being wiped out daily— " One last glance is shot at the stranger before booted feet shuffle about on the ground and guide him in a circular motion as twin pools of blue-green take in the surroundings in earnest this time, actually taking the time to focus in on some of the finer details of the strange Wutai city. 

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"--Hue? But you are little. What about little man?" The ever oblivious, care-free Leviathan; the gracious tarragon of a thousand seas, pantheon to water's entirety but here did he stand in one of many guises. Humanity was foolhardy, their morality something delicate yet truly spent, and the bells of his hallowed duty surely made his announcement to his love for mortal kin many times. A hundred times. The harmless wielder of the oceans, the lochs and the dainty brook. Though he only stood a few feet taller, he compared this size to the statuesque physicality of his towering truism. The Lord of the Seas, a mighty dragon whose love coiled amidst corals, clefts of ashen porous flesh a home to petite urchins and tropical bait. But the praise pauses, just as the pleasant breezes does, and he notes of the hume's disorientation and it only slightly unnerves him. Rubies unveil in the alabaster parting of lids, the blueback frame of silken tendrils fluttering about his head when he dips slight. Walls? Barracks? Titans? It all seemed fanciful, made for the picture storybook, though the cloaked wyvern had been termed a titan on many eves. The geniality is still potent upon a tongue still contesting with the difficulties of an accent, sympathetic to the lad's concerns and he finally breathes. "-- There are no walls to bind people here and no titans that evoke this need to survive. Unless you are referring to the mighty behemoths but they are not--" as majestic as I, "--Haha, I mean, well they just aren't big enough, hue?"

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ooc: Well I think I've had enough for today. I have not slept at all and I think if I remove myself from the internet early I may stand a better chance of actually sleeping tonight. But I'm going to snap up a quick list of replies I owe:

taiyoumajesty

infernalglamour

obviouslymelanie

masochisticsadist

gunsmokeprincess

taceredea

Sayonara~

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Mine.

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“A genial alert?" That was a new way of putting it. “Mmm…something like that. It’s pretty dangerous outside, after all, if not from monsters, then from the sun — it is summer you know, Sir Stranger, and it’s awfully bright right now. Why not come to the shade with me? There’s plenty by the tree I’m resting at.”

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"You underestimate me, Miss Passerby!" Never cutting is his tone, but there is a much more prominent strength as throat bulges with the thunderous clamour of an ocean's epic surge, as carmine darts to probe his oozing yet genuine confidence in she whom allowed her worry to nestle. A shake of obsidian crown comes, sparkling an aqueous blue in the finest light, as he kindly renounces her offer for the sake of his own identity. "The offer is one that is pleasant though I would like to enjoy this spot a little while longer, hm? I may never see it again the next morn."

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      “ A most ungracious lie for me to claim that you bore me at all, dear friend. Your musings do much the opposite, and they are ever a boon to these ears of mine. Your words are enlightening to this sheltered being, and forever eager I remain to hear of any tales you have to spill, whether they be so called ‘ramblings’ or recountings of your adventures through the other realms. I may only lament that I’ve no such exciting stories to impart you with, as well. ”

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"Then perhaps I should feel thrilled that my illogical escapades come as such a gift to thee, your gracious. Though many of the others, especially Odin, would often suddenly interrupt and I would have no way to continue my story because he had a similar experience! But do not grieve, Minerva, for in time when my efforts will be seen, I will be able to take you across horizons you thought may have ended. Though they continue on, never as a sphere, but where that very light engulfs you and you are swallowed into the mystery, the panorama, of a place you have yet to know. I could wander the seas of every realm but never grow tired of their structure. For water is a forever changing force. A current that coincides with time itself and is the tool to shape mountains, valleys and rivers alike. Every time I may visit I will see something different in either the land or with its very inhabitants. And with my struggle and thirst thus far will I eventually have you embark on all these quests. To experience the fairy-tales I told. The legends and the truth -- You shall see it all one day."

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      “ Ne’er did I imply such, it was ye who took it in such a manner. If I’ve caused offense I might retract such a statement, for all celestials are old to mortal planes. Merely, I had stated that you have encountered many more experiences than humble I. Pleasing, however, to learn I’ve not attained your wroth. ”

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"Though in all actuality it is the very planes, the threads that bind, that are old. Mortals like babes, divine like children; whom knows where our parentage lie beyond the light that even our eyes cannot pierce. Many a time have a pondered 'neath the arched coves of coral, the pillars of olden times to even the canopies of elk, oak and yew -- but to no avail can I solve the mystery that lays beyond that very light. The splendour that one can see when their heart is open to all riddles and oracles. Ahaha~ perhaps I am rambling here, dear Minerva. I fear of boring you with my rather trivial lapses into almost senseless thoughtfulness."

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“If Sir Stranger is going to take a nap, then he should do it in the shade of a big tree upon a lovely hill overlooking the ocean and not in the middle of nowhere, where monsters could come and gobble him up.”

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"Ano, a genial alert I must take this I presume? But fret not, for no monster has ever come to ruddy my hide nor do they even dare approach! But to entertain the idea of resting beneath a stout oak surely sounds pleasing in this summery weather, aye? Ahaha~" He is careful not to reveal himself.

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      “ Mayhaps, but ‘tis it not a fool’s game to deny the dragon of the waters? Unless one wishes for a tsunami to crash ‘pon his crown, of course. Ah; but one I am not to chastise my elders. Sleep if you wish it. ”

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"Are you implying that I am old, gracious mother? Though I may possess a millennia of memories and have a body one of aeons; we as divine are eternal. Holy pantheons in ourselves. No waves to crash upon ye however, for I answer to any call with all the might I can muster."

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いろいろ

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      “ Yet if rest is what my old friend the Sea King craves, should he not indulge? ”

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"But are you not one of many who often find my drowsiness to be rather troublesome? Ahaha~ But if I an encouraged to sleep whenever I please then maybe I won't be able to wake again!"

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"A pleasant afternoon that it is, but it seems my desire to rest is tempting my eye to miss a few exciting things. Ah, perhaps it will all come together with a little catch-up, ne?"

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♒ A Legend For The Sea

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   In all his laziness could the dragon of the seas still be sweet to golden she.

      “A fanciful offer, dear Leviathan. However, of habits that I have acquired in your absence smoking remains not one of them.” 

   Death and birth; she is comfortable with it for how could she not? Accompanied by the spirits of the dead as they sing for her and offered to repose with their hymns, and she too would sing when the time had struck. She is the face those looked to when they fell, a beautiful woman who lulled them to their final rest to join their families and ancestors. Something to comfort the dead with such a fact, in all her former resplendence — and so the idea of her fall irks her not.

   Perchance does she welcome the final rest that would come when sentinel finished divine duty and would Return. It meant Beloved Gaea at last retained peace, and had no more need of a warrior deity to protect it in times of need. A cycle that encompassed her as well, where the Streams would bequeath life in place of death, would her own energy lend its aid to shape the new deity who filled her role.

      “Would you not tell me a tale instead? Something from the faraway planes you visit; something new to one of us. It has been so long since since someone has told me a tale.” 

   Now does the verdant aria deepen, hinting of a sullenness that she could not hope to ever truly hide. Truly, when was the last time she had heard of a tale? When she was little more than a blossoming girl, tugging impishly at the Great Lightning Sage’s beard and beseeching such? Or was it from her companion himself when he last visited her and they exchanged tales — millenia ago, that must have been with unwavering doubt. Now she had nothing to give that he likely was not privy to already, and here she was a young celestial asking him for his own stories. 

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Guide souls did gracious Leviathan not, but to the western seas did his role set. Aqueous monuments carved in seabed clefts; his splendour spread to every body of liquid life that the fifteen realms bore upon their once ruddy husks. To chaperon the forsaken sails like a beacon omitted in the high tides, escorting the wearisome mortals whose masts ran routes far more enigmatic than even their lifestyle to he. Wayward Baleens would even forfeit themselves to sand ends, though it is with his mighty roar and sapient speech that lends them further years. Orca and Porpoise frequently adorned his lapis hide, feasting on the golden fish in the wake of his puissant ride and to stir to tend to their hungry pods. Defiled waters were purified with but a mere whorl of his violet tail, driven asunder by the wail until the subaqueous blues would bubble to fill the void. Chaste and liberated of black gold; his role was set. To maintain the waterways that kept realms alive, to feed the ravenous hordes that longed for a good catch; his role was set. 

But is is with grief that he cannot understand the code of others. The bearings of his brothers and sisters; his mighty kin. Unable and indifferent to them in many ways than one, though it is the deific blood than runs through all that keeps them interconnected. Heavenly bells of hallowed gatherings were seldom heard these days 'pon the seventh kingdom, but perchance the grandiose tarragon had already detected the grave change in the strength of her light. Her splendour. Whom had mingled with all in heaven's atrium of exchange of song and news, the brightest of smiles upon illumed flesh tinctured alabaster in hue. A burnished gold that framed an almighty gladiatorial beauty, whose halberd could crack skies to make way for the healing rain, whose bow could slay the shadows whom wallowed from afar. 

"You wish me to tell you a story, Minerva?" The solemnity on his tongue is so evident, but uncalled for a God to have such dust mar his harp's bloom. Though he cannot deny her wish and as soon as that grim tune pricked his throat did something far more genial take its place, akin to the very glorious cleansing he bequeathed every morn. Head dips with the slight forward ruffle of darkened blues, opting to have himself nestled neatly on crossed legs before her gracious. Two digits pat a ravishing spot, motioning a gesture for she to join whilst he withdrew and folded crimson tan far more neatly against a leg. "I may have a few to spare," He begins as eyes are screened by the thrilled gush of lids. "Perhaps you would like to choose a particular realm this time?"

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“Festival?" The male mouths, turning about in wonder at the strange setting placed around him — this wasn’t within the confines of the wall, an almost sort of panic began to set in as realization set in that he was somewhere unknown, completely exposed, and lacking 3D Maneuver Gear. At the very worst he still had his hand to hand combat skills, but against the enemies he was used to seeing that wouldn’t be enough. "Where am I?" Shit, this was looking grim for the young Titan hunter.

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"Ano, boy, is there something the matter?" Sharpest discernment was gracious Leviathan, though the added juvenile though demeaning moniker was not one of spite. Rubies surge like the crimson barb commonly lounging in the kind lull of his swell, though in this ephemeral form does these not come to his feet. Hands draw up slight to have lissome digits lock in to another, a crown cast in obsidian blue to veer to and fro as if to pinpoint any sinister scenarios which may have evoked this reaction from the lad. But nothing would come to pass, and so the veiled God would find himself at fault or perhaps the very make-up of this vibrant festive noon was too much for the mortal to handle? The thoughtless expressions remains, intonations remained sweet yet guiding in the wake of his coming geniality. "If you are curious this is Wutai on one of many mirthful nights. Though you do not seem at all familiar to here or to any."

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ooc: Time to get some drafts done on here. Yes good. Leviathan misses his most faithful slaves followers.