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Late Night Research |Open|

The darkness of the island would have anyone new to Tenebris believing the sun never rose here. But to Hope, there was a time to rest, and a time to look around. Being a historian, even in unfamiliar territory such as Tenebris, didn't allow his curiosity to take a break. Just because he'd seen the woods and some ruins, there were still things to look into or even give a second look.

But rest was something the young Director avoided. He'd tried going back to the house he shared with the young but fiery Korra to get a little sleep, but sleep was always plagued with nightmares, the painful memories and unavoidable mistakes of his past always coming back to haunt him. Not that he wasn't used to little sleep, but forgoing sleep to finish paperwork wasn't the same as forgoing sleep to avoid the nightmares.

To take his mind off his restlessness, he stopped for a coffee in town before heading for the temple. Not many people went near it (then again, he rarely saw people out and about where he went), but maybe there was a thing or two worth uncovering. He kept his boomerang handy in case he needed it, and started taking a closer look at the small dragon statues on the exterior. The scales really did look authentic, which was why he was a little hesitant to touch the marble, but it was fascinating regardless. "Hmm...interesting...."

#since my rp has died #anyone is free to reply #...but you already knew that from the 'open'#-facepalm- stupid mun

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#final fantasy xiii 2 #musing #quite cool no?

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“Same as ever, I see, Noel.”

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*sigh* Not this again...

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Coffee Break |Open|

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The boy rested himself in a kneeling position soon after he made his own little speech about himself. “I have never seen a mortal take what I say so calmly.” A tentacle, or more so, a intestine slipped out of the mask inner parts that shielded away the boy’s non-existent face. Luckily enough, the black hood that Majora had put on earlier, prevented Hope from seeing it, or so the mask had wished. A child who’s family has been torn apart, by what wondered the childish mask. In due time would the mask find out, but as for now he would erupt his mouth with insane speeches, speeches that would even disturb the mask itself; it would if it could ever get disturbed that is.

“Your family… I wonder if they care for you..” it whispered. “Does your father wear a mask also? I can tell that you don’t, you speak truth while the others speak lies. I’ve seen those lies once, those that lie are blinded from fate. But their fate, if it held good, is now poisoned, sickening, disgusting now. No one would ever want to talk to them, are person who holds a mask. Fate. What an odd unneeded thing. Who needs fate? It only prevents us to be what we want. I was fated to die. But look, I am not dead yet. It seems that the goddesses in my world does not care for her children, neither does the goddess in this realm. But that does not mean I will kill someone like you yet, it only means I could kill someone like you. But I won’t do that… not yet… You’ll see when I will… You’ll know…. which makes it all the more better…” A giggle erupted from the mask. A moon will fall right over down on the top of their heads, but what place should he send the moon? There had to be direction to the fall, but if there is no direction, then what point? He had heard that those that are blessed stayed in the land of darkness, which gave potential ideas of what he might send unto their sacred land.

“Oh… I’m sorry… I ranted for a second there…..” It cocked it’s neck in a gross direction, as if someone had shot him through the head and his body from neck up just lost all connection with his brain. “It is you to find out if I tell lies, or if truth.” Underneath the mask appeared a tongue. It was unconsciously created, back when it had flesh, it made itself a habit to lick it’s needle teeth. But it had no teeth, so the tongue just stayed, lolling out and creating a mask of fear. But even if it had no teeth, and even though it had no face, the mask made a sort of gurgling noise. It was disturbing, but yet at the same time it was normal.

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"Well, I'm no typical human man," he shook his head. Even without the wondrous powers of a l'Cie, he didn't quite feel like the shy, uncertain fourteen-year-old he once was. What with saving the world and time travel, he felt older than he really did, a bit more world-weary after everything.

He listened to Majora's thoughts, and while his first concern was to respond that yes, his family and loved ones did care for him as he cared for them, he said nothing, just listening and pausing only for a moment to check the fire. For all he knew, Majora came from this land, or he'd been thrust into Pandora like he had been, but if he was from elsewhere, that world must have been incredibly dark in more ways than one. Hearing him speak of things like fate so venomously led Hope to believe that he was sick of it all. It was possible his view on fate was linked to all the people after the power of his mask. Any combination like that was bound to drive anyone crazy.

He tensed the slightest amount, but relaxed. "Feels good to get these things off your chest from time to time, doesn't it?" he mused, putting another log on the fire before taking off the water to make his coffee. He spoke lightly enough, because he wasn't unduly worried about defending himself should relations suddenly change between the two. He was past the point of being scared of death. Even though Majora was nothing like anyone he'd ever met, sometimes that just came with the job.

#wrathofnothing #oh I can imagine the difficulties of a muse but no you do it quite well #and don't be sorry! majora's supposed to be hard to understand ^^

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Coffee Break |Open|

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The mask nodded as the other speculated on what Majora might possibly have to interest those that he had mentioned. “You see… Many people came for my mask. It is a special mask. There is no other mask like it. You could even say I am that mask. They call my mask, Majora’s Mask. Right after me.”It chuckled. Majora’s Mask, or rather, Majora itself, held the power of a hundred kings and gods. It was surprised that the other didn’t feel anything, like a bad omen or negative energy emit from the mask. Was it that hard to feel the pure evil? -or was it that the other wasn’t reacting to it. Either each could be possible, not like Majora was worried about it because who really cared? Not Majora that’s for sure.

As for the other’s name. Hope. That was funny. A boy named Hope that will soon lose all hope. It was amusing to say the least. It was like how he was about to end Termania, and Termania literal meaning was end. An odd twist of events, if one could actually call it something like that. “Do your friends not care for your absence? What about your parents; or are they dead?” If it had it’s face, the demon would have had a broad grin on it’s face; baring all of it’s sharp teeth and would have stared at the other.

“Everyone has a mask.” It said continuing on with it’s sentence. “Sometimes people don’t wear it. Sometimes they do. Where I come from, everyone wears it. They hide their true face until their last moments on the earth, only then would they show it out of fear. I’ve seen their fear before. Hundreds of times. Sometimes they don’t even choose to show their true face. Maybe it might be because their mask and face entwined with each other. Creating the mask the person’s true face, and their true face their mask. It is interesting to observe humans and how they show themselves to others. Interesting. But still…. Humans are pathetic miserable people. But you… You might make for a nice puppet; if you meet my needs. However, that is something that I don’t care for now since I have seen more capable people than some child such as you.”

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"Hmm," the silver-haired man hummed as he turned back to the fire. In a way, Majora hadn't exactly answered his question, but he liked to think he was smart enough to try and figure it out himself. All he had was it was a "special" mask, and Hope gathered that maybe the mask was granted incredible powers, if a variety of people sought it. He had to wonder if he was getting a subtle vibe from the boy, or he was just a little nervous about being in these woods. Sure, the ruins weren't going anywhere, but still...

"I haven't seen any of my friends here, so I wouldn't know," he shook his head. "As for my parents, well--my mother is dead. And my father..." How could he put this? Growing up, relations with his father were rather distant if they existed at all, and he'd almost resented the man for choosing work over his family. Everything had changed the day Hope finally returned home, branded an enemy of Cocoon and bringing the news of his dead mother, but there was no denying relations between the two men were less tense. In fact, Hope owed him for sheltering him and the others regardless of their l'Cie status, not to mention he'd established the Academy along with Rygdea. "My father will have gotten used to my not being around," he finally affirmed with a little smile and nod. "Even if we never see each other again, we're still family."

He wasn't about to disagree that most people hid their true feelings behind a mask. Vanille in particular had hidden all her pain and lies behind a sweet smile and seeing her break was upsetting, but in a way, it was a good thing. Burdening your heart with a false image was more painful than revealing a truth that would probably hurt someone else. "That's true..." he murmured. His eyebrow twitched the smallest degree when he heard the word "puppet", but he couldn't tell if Majora had only said he didn't need one to lure him into a false sense of security and catch him off-guard, or if he really meant it. Either way, it wouldn't have been wise to relax. His experiences over the years had taught him that not everything others said should be taken at face value.

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Coffee Break |Open|

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“That’s what you might think. Most people speculate that such a thing would never happen to them. When they realize their mistake it is too late however….” The mask walked closer toward the fire, giving the man one last look. “I wonder how long you will last,” it murmured. Loud enough so the other could hear, but might not interpret. Maybe it could have some fun with this person.

It looked down at the fire before it answered the older male’s question. “Majora. Maybe you heard of me. It’s possible. Many people have heard of me. I’ve been sought out by many people. Killers. Monsters. Worshipers.” It turned it’s mask toward the other. “Mask salesmans.” It paused. “What’s your name? Maybe we can become friends. I would like that. Do you have friends mister? I wonder…. What makes someone a good friend. Is it their mask they wear? -or their true face. What does your true face look like? I wonder…” It turned it’s attention to the fire again and sat down. It pulled it’s legs up and hugged them. Again it’s attention was brought to the man again. It wondered what he looked like under his own mask. Was it truth? Lies? Hope? Despair? Maybe everything. But Majora wished it was despair. It loved to see people with no hope. Watching as others try to flee from something that was unstoppable. Like that moon it sent down from the heavens above.

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Hope was pretty unsettled by the kid's speech. There was a day when he would have scoffed at the thought of turning into this Stalfos being, the same day he'd cursed his own existence when made a l'Cie. Time had humbled him into a more cautious, intelligent man, but there was no escaping past regrets and failures. If he was indeed condemned to such a fate, hopefully he'd have the sense to stick to the woods. No one else in Tenebris deserved to be subjected to his mistakes.

"Majora," he echoed thoughtfully. "Can't say I have heard of you. What--makes all those people come after you? Curiosity? Or maybe...you have something they want?" He added some more kindling to the fire, its purpose becoming more of a source of warmth instead of something to make coffee with. "Oh, right, excuse me. My name is Hope. I was examining some ruins out in the woods." He tilted his head at the masked youth before lowering his eyes. "I did once. Before I found myself in this land...I have no idea where any of them are. I suppose I've been looking around to distract myself. Hopefully, if they are here, they're all right."

What did Majora mean by 'true face'? Did that mean the center of his being, or what he lived for? Well, he was named Hope for a very good reason, and he liked to think that even though he had his moments in the past, he never let go of that hope. "I'm not sure what you mean by my true face. And not everyone wears a mask."

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Coffee Break |Open|

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One, of the many things the Majora had done upon arriving in Pandora, was to venture into the woods. He noticed that there were two area. One of light, and one of dark. He enjoyed the area of dark a lot. There was a moon, and that moon could be used to his advantage. The only thing he needed to allow himself to use his powers to his full strength was a puppet. But until that happened, Majora was left to torment the people of this land. To which he wasn’t complaining about, something like that was fun to do. There was no reason to complain about that.

In the distance he saw a flame, fire usually meant there was people. He took a step toward the flame only to hear a human shout out. The mask peeked his head out of the bush, it’s glowing eyes observing the other. A mortal with a boomerang. It reminded him of that boy that he had turned into a Deku. What did everyone call him? Link? Whatever. It didn’t matter to Majora. The body took a step back from the hole in the growth. The other probably saw him, and judging by the looks of the mortal, he was ready to fight. If the other Link-like mortal was to fight him, then it would be a fun time. The other stepped toward the line of growth popping his mask out.

“Hey. You look like that fairy boy. His name was Link. Are you also Link? I wonder….” His feet carried him a few steps closer to the other. “Then again… You don’t look like that fairy boy also. The fairy boy wore green clothes and a hat. He also had a sword.” He paused. “Are you lost? I heard getting lost in the woods turns humans into Stalfos. You might as well kill yourself if you are lost because that is a better fate than turning into a Stalfos.”

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The silver-haired boy told himself not to relax just yet when he spotted the new face...or rather, what appeared to be a young boy wearing a very strange mask. Something about it was very unsettling, but it would be rude of him to make any remarks. Deciding there was no immediate threat, Hope relaxed his grip on his boomerang slightly and straightened his back, standing at his full height of nearly six feet.

Fairy boy? Link? What is this boy talking about? he wondered before clearing his throat. "I don't know anyone by that name, nor am I a fairy boy. As for carrying a sword and wearing green clothes, well--I don't have a sword, and I don't think green's a good color on me." Quickly checking the condition of his water, he shook his head at the other inquiry. "No, I'm not lost. And I haven't been here long, but I get the feeling just wandering around this forest doesn't turn people into Stalfos, whatever that is. If you don't mind, may I ask your name?"

Ordinarily, upon meeting a child like this one all on their own would inspire concern in the 24-year-old. But Hope couldn't escape the feeling there was much more to this boy than meets the eye, and that strange mask on his face may have been one of those indicators.

#wrathofnothing #rp #ooh this is gonna be fun~ xD

Coffee Break |Open|

Hope was not ready to admit defeat to exhaustion just yet. The ruins he encountered in Tenebris still needed some cleaning up (and he'd been running the Academy far too long to leave something like that alone), and there were still monsters around that hadn't gotten a taste of his AMP boomerang. Sometimes it just felt like there was too much work ahead of him, even without the Academy to worry about. So much to do, so little time.

Thankfully, he left his house prepared with a thermos and a bag of instant coffee should he ever run out. Which he was just about to, with less than a cup of the drink left in his thermos. Step one: make a fire.

He finished the remains of the coffee in his thermos before collecting some dead branches and a rock to light them. As the fire warmed, he poured the fine brown powder into his thermos and set it down to get some water to boil.

That's when he heard the rustling in the woods. It was too loud for wind, and so he gripped his boomerang tightly, just in case. "Anyone there?" Not a bad utterance; if it was a monster, there wouldn't be an answer, and if it was a person, he could relax a little.

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Darkness of Tenebris | Serah and Hope

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Wandering around the confounding environment of Tenebris probably wasn’t such a wise idea. She’d heard monsters lurked in the woods and while she was perfectly capable of defending herself now she didn’t know what to expect. Time Traveller and Seeress she might be but she had no control over such powers. Besides she was certain those abilities would be used for more important matters rather than foreseeing what kinds of creatures prowled the forests. She also had no inclination of whether she even had those powers anymore, it would be a huge relief if such godly traits had been left behind after her death and apparent resurrection. Still, luckily Mog had accompanied her here so she wasn’t left defenceless, while also having the company. How lonely it would be without him considering she had yet to meet anyone she knew if any of them were even here.

It seemed fate, destiny or simply good luck was on her side this day as thoughts of friends were brought to life as the familiar figure stood before her. She should be surprised at his appearance here, but if anyone managed to cross worlds then surely Hope would be the one to do it. Though he didn’t seem all too surprised to see her, perhaps something occurred after her death that prompted him to believe she wouldn’t remain in such a state.

“Hope?” Her tone questioning though she knew it was him, the reaction was simply on impulse. As if subconsciously she looked down at herself at his inquiry, to see if she was all there. “I think so” turning her gaze back up, a light smile to her lips, her manner in light jest. “I’m all me, but I didn’t expect to see you here or anyone else” deciding it best to not bring up their last encounter, for she had no way of explaining it.

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Just like seeing her for the first time at the Paddra Ruins, Hope felt a wave of relief. The scholar in him was intrigued by her sudden return to life, but he knew now was not the time to probe her, if there even was a time. After all, she probably knew no more than he why she was there. It was also a relief to see Mog floating beside her, looking as lively as ever. Whatever the circumstance was, it was a large weight off his chest to see them again.

"Yeah, it's me," he smiled, a light chuckle in his tone. He tried not to laugh again when she looked down at herself, as if expecting to find missing limbs or a different outfit. "Can't say I expected the same," he replied, "but it is good to see you again. Didn't think I'd run into any familiar faces here, although I have to wonder--if you're here, then it might be possible some of our other friends are here, too. I take it you haven't seen Noel or Snow around?"

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