#muse; genesis

[divinethemeaning]

He's never been particularly spiritual one way or another, but he remembers things. Judas has a little hemp pouch with the symbol for earth scrawled on the outside. It's filled with fertile soil around a bean seed, a bit of pink salt, and a small chunk of quartz. “Will this planet make it?”

Genesis ponders the question for a moment.

"Yes. So long as you keep needle and thread on hand, yes."

[divinethemeaning]

A little nervous, Codex inputs the new comm frequency into his console and opens a channel. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, and all that. "Hello? I'm trying to reach the Soothsayers of Nexus Prime. Is anyone there?"

At present, Genesis was the only one available to answer. Or, if you looked at it a different way, they were all available. The others were there, just not fully conscious.

::You have reached us. You are speaking with Genesis. How may we help?:: 

[divinethemeaning]

Here, have an excited Cannonblast jumping onto the comm, hoping she's not too late in the day to be answered. "Hey and hello! Any prophesy people home? I have a Totally Serious and On the Level Question that I'd like to hear your thoughts on! And an offering to go with it, even!"

::Yes, we are here to help however we can. What is it you wished to ask?::

[divinethemeaning]

"Hellooooo." Ping, ping, ping. "I'm Rebel! Who is this?"

::Greetings Rebel. This is Genesis of the Soothsayers.::

[divinethemeaning]

Tormentor: Hey, uh, I'm not a believer in this sorta thing but if I give you guys this nifty looking orb of light- kinda a nightlight I guess- will you keep this between us? I just, I kinda don't want anyone else to know about me askin prophets about stuff. And it's not war stuff! Swear it!

::Worry not, we do not discuss specifics of our prophecies with those they weren’t given to,:: Genesis assured. ::Now, what is it you wish to ask?::

[divinethemeaning]

Blackguard's frequency comes up on the list of incoming calls, but when Genesis connects to the line there is no greeting or reply. Only silence, a moment of hesitation, before she finds the courage to ask, «Will Sideswipe be okay?»

::An open heart leads to both sorrows and joys. But, oh, is it not better the feel the breadth of what life can offer? Healing takes time, but time moves forward. He will be okay.::

[voicesoffinalfantasy7]

“As soon as you see what a mess I really am, you’ll leave. Just like everyone else.”

(For Mr Rhapsodos from Leslie Shinra)

Meme: Dealing with Trauma

Genesis couldn't help the way he rolled his eyes at Leslie's comment. He wasn't always a warm and fuzzy person, and he rarely filtered what he was thinking. If his mouth didn't say it, his face sure would. "You act like you're the only mess at this company, Leslie. Spoiler alert: most of us are messes. You're not special." He was partially teasing him about not being special. Of course, Leslie was special; he was talented, beautiful, and generally a pretty good person. But as far as what a mess he was? That part of him wasn't special. Wasn't abnormal. Genesis would never admit to anyone, not even to Angeal, what an absolute mess he was on the inside. Some people (like the aforementioned SOLDIER) likely knew, just because they knew him. But that didn't mean he'd admit it.

"You aren't getting rid of me that easily, Les. Gonna take a lot more than being a mess with trauma to scare me off. Try to kill me or something, then maybe I'll consider leaving you alone."

[divinethemeaning]

He frowns at the response, not happy with it but not unhappy either. Then, he leaves another offering - a rock; one he plucked out of a canyon while adventuring. "What about Silas and Sani? Are they gonna be okay?"

This answer is a little different from the previous one. ::They would be wise to avoid eels.::