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Taken by @zynzimynzi and a small edit done by me. I was gonna do more, but then a thunderstorm rolled in, I shut it all down, and when I looked back at it I honestly thought this was enough. This continues the trend of Limsa/La Noscea having the best skies in the game.
I Do:I will write our characters as a married couple ((Sorry, but ever since that was mentioned to begin with, I have to see this xD. Espi/Cyrus))
((this…aslkdjf;lakdf ok you meanie (<3)! I can do this. *rolls up sleeves*))I don’t even know what to say about this, it’s all really new. People keep congratulating us, and I’m just…W-well thanks! They started asking me what the best thing about being married was, and I’m pretty sure some of them expected things like “well the sex is great” and others were expecting super sweet things like “just to know that I’ll be with him for the rest of my life.” Pretty sure a few people were fishing for rumors about kids, but no such luck for them.Espi paused her writing when the door opened, immediately beaming at the man that entered. Cyrus had barely shut the door behind him when he let out a soft ‘oof’ as she collided with him in a big hug, nuzzling and purring at his chest. Her tail laced through the air, her ears lowered and relaxed happily. He laughed. His hand plopped on the top of her head and started to pet gently, “Well…hi. Was your day enjoyable?”“Mmmmm,” a monotone sound of confirmation, and then she lifted her chin and grinned at him. The tip her her tail curled, “….but I missed my husband. I think I got spoiled on the honeymoon….”He instantly went scarlet–aha, mission accomplished!–but he managed to lean down and catch her in a kiss. After lingering for a long time, he pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, “And I also…missed you, even–when I was quite busy I’d be thinking about you…you were a bit distracting, even with your presence not…there.”She giggled, “Well I hope I didn’t ruin anything for you.”He seemed reluctant to let her go, but with some doing she pulled away and moved back toward the desk to look over her letter. For a moment she thought, and then she looked over her shoulder at Cyrus, “Hey, Love…what’s the best part about being married?”In a moment of extreme smooth, the man came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. His cheeks were still warm with blushing, but he managed to say, “You.”Espi squeaked in surprise. She’d expected many different answers to some degree or another, but…that hadn’t occurred to her. The girl lifted her hands to her face and gave a long, embarrassed whine, “Th-that’s…that’s not an answer, I mean…that’s not what I mea–”She caught a split second look at his wide grin when he turned her around, heard his laugh briefly before he muffled it against her lips.@zynzimynzi
9, 13, 14, 21, 28 (for Cyrus)
9. Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.Cyrus does dream! (*gasp*) Cyrus’s dreams play a heavy roll in how he picks himself up. There are a couple very realistic, possibly real “visions” with one of his closest friends that had went missing. A few days ago, not long after he was attacked, he had a series of indescribable nightmares; however, now, he’s been having dreams of his childhood. And to toss in some bonus information: As for a night he couldn’t sleep, he whipped out his old binder and rummaged through it. He used to do quite a bit of people watching, noting their quirks and behavior. It helped him better assess the situation.13. Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something? Cyrus has most certainly been overwhelmed; however, it wasn’t in a time best to take such breaks. This routes back all the way to the Sands of Sil’dih event, where they fought King Worm. When he saw Chel swallowed whole, he mentally broke. Cyrus was petrified throughout the entire fight.
14. Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?
Cyrus’s entire combat style solely relies on having a team. He’s a support player, and his attacks take time to prepare. If there’s a meatshield keeping the enemy easy, he’ll be able to focus his attention on creating the runic circles; however, if attention is all on him, he must rely on haste-casting from the book. With his limited aether reserve, this puts quite a strain on his system. He has a backup plan, utilizing flintlocks with pre-made runic circles on the barrel; however, these are only single time use. All-in-all, he prefers to be in a team.21. Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?His first wish would be for Gunnar and Chel to come back. Although Cyrus seems completely happy with things as they are, he still struggles with them not being around. They’re two of his closest friends, after all, and he still holds himself to the promise he made to Chel. The second would be to return to how he was before he detached himself emotionally. He feels he lost quite a bit of development by breaking himself away from social conventions. The third wish, he would choose to save. Although it is tempting to wish a steady happiness for Espi and him, he would rather save it in case something happens to Espi. Should she die or be mortally wounded, he would use the third wish in a heartbeat.
28. Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?While Cyrus is habitually avoiding of any signs of conflict, he does not fear death. Cyrus took a vow never to pass up the chance of saving those important to him, even if it meant death. This stems off one of his deepest regrets. Because of his hesitation and fear, he no longer has the company of one of his closest and most cherished childhood friends.@espiflower Sorry for the wonky formatting at the start! But here you go~
Music Theme Challenge thingy! Tagged by @yesukai @humanmagi @espiflower @q-ffxiv (If I missed anybody else, sorry.) For Cyrus:
Main Theme:
Never Let Me Go by Santiago Laserna and Chelo Navia
Sad Moment/Flashback Theme:
Noel’s Theme From FFXIII-2 Battle Theme:
Science of Fear by Temper Trap ( Mistabishi Remix)
(Hypothetical) Sacrifice/Death Themes:
Kainé by Keigo Hoashi (NieR OST, Piano Collection)
Song of the Ancients by Keigo Hoashi (NieR OST, Piano Collection) Well, that took a bit to compile! Sorry, folks, only one character for now. Now... who to tag... @rawkin-forgeheart @mistralwanderer and... anybody else who hasn’t been tagged yet. (Sorry if you’ve already been tagged!) As for the battle theme, that was a last minute thing, because... they remixed most of Noragami Season 1 OST off youtube. ;-;
From espiflower: Cyrus: "They abandoned me.. They all did." "I will make you remember me." Tahl: "I know it's my fault.. Not a day goes by where I don't remember that."
A boy’s hungry little eyes settled on the gil pouch that hung loosely off the adventurer’s belt. The other children kept nudging his back, giggling, snickering, and whispers,”Go! Go on! Do it! We’ll have your back.” The boy held his breath and slowly crept into the busy crowd of the Ul’dah market. Biting his tongue lightly in concentration, he nears the mark. He lowers himself lower to the ground and lifts his shaky hands to untie the knot. His clumsy fingers nudged the roegadyn’s side, and it took little time before the boy felt the collar of his shirt being yanked up, his legs dangling from the air. He screams in panic,”G-guys! Help!” His hurried attention shifts around the crowd only to see the silhouettes of his fellow friends weave through the crowds and disappear. His eyes widen,”N-no! You said you’d-” He would gasp as the roegadyn shook him. “What’re ye’ think yer doin’, boy?!” The child held his breath once more and stared up at the roegadyn. The child’s eyes began to water. A piercing whistle sounds through the crowd, snatching the roegadyn’s attention for a moment, until a glass projectile smashed the back of his head. He staggers forward and relinquishes his grip on him. The child falls on his back, barely managing to stifle the sniffling, before he felt the back of his shirt being tugged. Another voice, hurried in tone and matching that of the girl dragging him, sang through,”Come on, let’s go!” The boy barely managed to stumble back up to his feet, and the two disappeared off into the crowd.Quite a distance away from the scene, the girl releases her grip of the boy’s hand and rests her arm against the wall to catch her breath. The boy, on the other hand, bends over and brings his hands to his knees, panting heavily. The girl gives the boy one look over before scoffing,”Are you stupid? A mark like that by yourself? You’re either really cocky or really dumb…” She silences herself before adding,”Or both-”“I’m not stupid!” He coughs out and shoots a stubborn glare up at her,”I had backup!”The girl peers back at the boy and rolls her eyes,”Oh yea, and were they in between the time the burly man picked you up and that wine bottle hit him in the head?”He sharply drops his gaze to the stone floor. His eyes begin watering up once more,”They abandoned me… they all did…” The girl frowns and steps right up to him, nudging him roughly in the shoulder,”Hey, stop crying. It’s weird when boys cry, and I don’t know what to do about that. Don’t cry.” She holds her hand out for him,”Emmie.” Cyrus lifts his arm to wipe at his tears before extending his to hold hers,”C-cyrus.”—————————————————————————————————Two pairs of legs dangled off the railing as sounds of laughter filled the landscape of the Shroud,”A-and he ran into the cart. You should have been there, Emmie.” Emmie stares at him, her smile altering into a smirk as she gives him a playful shove,”Idiot, you should have waited for me!” Cyrus’s grin only grew until more laughter slipped from him. After he settled down, he lifts his arm up to his eyes. Emmie snorts,”Still a crybaby as ever.”“H-hey! It’s not crying! It’s from laughing so much!” Emmie rolls her eyes, and Cyrus sticks his tongue out before perking up,”Oh! But… I did… I mean, I went on without you because…” He shuffles his hands into his makeshift satchel,”I got you this.” He holds up a small silver ring. “It seemed valuable, and you like rings, so…”Emmie’s eyes widen and joy over takes her. With a gleeful squee, she snatches the ring up,”Cyrus! This is beautiful! This is-” She cuts herself off, leaning forward to and pecking him on the lips for a brief second before leaning back to admire the ring,”Amazing!” Cyrus’s own eyes widen in shock as he sharply brings his arm to his mouth,”Hey, what was /that/ for?”Emmie smirks and hums delightfully,”That was because you made me really happy, dummy.” She seemed completely oblivious to her friend’s cheeks reddening. After a few more minutes of admiration, she looks up to him,”Cyrus… why?”He blinks and cants his head,”Huh? Oh… well… remember when I said ‘I will make you remember me’?” Emmie giggles softly and nods,”Right when I teased you about forgetting to take you with me to the festival?”Cyrus nods eagerly,”Well… I knew if I got that for you, there’s no way you’d ever forget me.”The girl shakes her head with a content sigh and leans back over to wrap her arms around her,”Oh Cyrus… I could never forget you.”The abrupt ‘kweh’ of his chocobo snaps him from the flashback. He scans the area quickly before settling it on Galipago,”Hm? Oh… sorry…” He chuckles softly,”Was just thinking…” He drops his gaze back to the railing,”Never forgetting me… ended up not mattering anyroad.”————————————————————————————————Tahlari fumbles for the last few coins,”No, no… idiot!” She takes a shaky breath and throws the empty pouch down,”We were supposed to have enough for a week!” She slumps down the wall and hangs her head, shutting her eyes tightly to close off the other miqo’te that stared at her in silence. “L-look… I know it’s my fault… that we’re out here… and not a day goes by where I don’t remember that…” Her eyes water up,”B-but please… please believe me… we had enough. I don’t know where it all went. I swear… I-I’ll make it up. I promise. We don’t have to go back…”@espiflower
I wanted to see how well I could blend two COMPLETELY different pictures together. Are blur/lighting effects cheating? Maybe. I don’t care. Have some random Cyrus ( @zynzimynzi ) and Espi.
“Don’t forget me.” The words from the other side of the linkpearl made Cyrus pause as it clicked off. He drops his gaze down to wooden floorboards of the inn room with a sigh. It wasn’t something he was used to anymore- and something he cursed himself many times- being by himself once more in the innroom. He leans forward and rests his elbows against his knees, cupping his hands together. It was a lot to take in. Was he in over his head? Perhaps he should ask for help- no, he had to ask for help. Cyrus pockets the first linkpearl and shuffles out a second one. An orange one. He stares down at it and hums softly to himself. Locke was the best person he could think of for this trip, and he needed one more thing. The hyur lifts his gaze to the window and takes a deep breath. “Need to test one last spell... for the Runestone.”
Cyrus jolts awake and frantically scans his surroundings. He had passed out in the wilderness of La Noscea, not far off from a road and reclined against a rock. He lifts his gaze to the sky and expends a quick breath. A stressful week, by far, and the same thoughts constantly badgered him. He had to do something useful- but he could only see one way now. He becomes the devil’s worker to save a friend- no matter the cost. The hyur lowers his gaze, studying the blades of grass. They’d all hate him. He knew it wouldn’t end well. In the end, he would be seen as the villain. He mutters,”To sacrifice my standing for another’s life- what does it matter if I’m the villain...” Distant words echoed in his mind. "Not every prince is the knight in shining armor... and not every villain lives to see the misery of others... ” Cyrus shallows his breath. Perhaps the person he was before, back when Chel and Gunnar were still around, was on to something. Perhaps he knew eventually, it would come to this. The hyur picks himself back and lifts his chin. But if he became what he promised not, how could he ever hope to search for his friends- much less find them. He could bear the weight of any other hating him, but not those two. “If I let her die though...” There was always a third route. “None of them lead me to believe...” If there was so much hesitation, then he knew it wasn’t in his heart to do it. “If she dies, I’ll... anyroad...” But he knew she wouldn’t. The hyur takes a deep, calming breath. He could play demon’s advocate, but didn’t mean he had to become one.
