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melodiesoflife2016-07-06 12:08 am
derplander) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-07-06 12:08 am
Dragonsong - Open
Characters: Meteor and everyone
Where: Aqures Ixen (Observatory, Zelda's house, his own house), and several miles south into the calm lands by the middle of the trip.
When: July 01st - July 13th
Summary: Faced with being unable to do anything, Meteor has let himself succumb to rage and sadness. He travels south, no monster is safe from him as he journeys down towards the Chocobo Forest before returning home.
Warning: Discussions of death and murder and all the misery from the event, angry Meteor, and lots of tears.
Midnight, July 1st
[Meteor exited his house, his meager belongings slung over his shoulder. Shantotto minion followed close behind, as with his moogle who he stopped to look at.]
You shouldn't follow me, you two.
[The pair looked at one another before shaking their heads. With a sigh, he slung his things over the back of his fat chocobo. Chocoking warked in irritation, but allowed himself to be saddled in the middle of the night.
Getting up onto his mount, he helped the Shantotto minion onto his shoulder as she clutched at his head. The four of them would be travelling companions for a while, as he dangled the slice of cake over Chocoking.
Chocoking looked back at him for a long moment, and Meteor dug his heels into the fat birds side. It warked reproachfully but took off on its own, refusing to be guided as the quartet soared over the buildings towards the south.]
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2nd to 11th
[Days later, Meteor sat in the remains of an unpturned wain, long forgotten by Hypello traders. His trip had left a wake of bodies in the calm lands, and even the more terrifying of them were giving the man a berth.
Darkness boiled off him, as he chewed angrily at his tack, the strip of meat tasting more like boiled leather. His armor was rent, from a close encounter with a malboro. And yet he made his camp.
He would have been missing for a long time now, it had been four days since he left under the cover of night. The Calm Lands southern reaches were visible to him, as he had carved a wake of monsters in his path.
His moogle entertained Shantotto, the minion picking up that her master was in no condition to play right now, as dark as his thoughts were of gleefully evicerating things in his path. Sometimes, she watched him as the days wore on, he would be singing that song Zelda had been fond of singing. Sometimes, it would be something else. Always acapella, would he sing, refusing Moggle Mog's music box.
And always, he would cry himself to sleep.]
=====
Midnight, July 13th
[On the 13th day of the month, Meteor returned at the dead of the night. He flew his mount right into town, landing on the roof of the Observatory.
Producing a key, he unlocked the door and crept in. The Observatory seemed darker, more full of shadow now. He didn't care for it. When Zelda was here, there was light.
Moving through the building, he stopped at the door that lead to Zelda's room. He had been there a few times, mostly when he had worked himself to exhaustion. Opening it with a key that he had brought with him, he went inside.
The room still was untouched. He could see everything in the darkness. But it was quiet.
As he turned to go, he noticed an object laying in the corner. Curious, as it wasn't something he had seen before, he reached down and picked it up. Blowing dust from the lid, he opened it up to reveal a familiar sight.
A EXP orb sat there, nestled within delicate paper. And with it, a note. Unfolding the note, he read it over.
The box and orb fell from his fingers, as he staggered back with a choked sob. In his hand, was a simple note in Zelda's writing.
To Meteor,
To replace the one that broke.
love, Zelda
Meteor let out a cry, his eyes blazing with angry light. Anger, pain, frustration, sadness, despair, all of it boiled over as he unslung his axe and with a yell, the window shattered with the force of his blow as he thrust the weapon into the floor.
Meteor sobbed, his heart broke as he slumped to his knees. Another had fallen. Another friend, a loved one was gone.
And he didn't do anything to stop it.]
=====
For Midna:
[There was one final thing he had to do, before leaving the city for good.
Zelda's harp. It had not been with her things in the room, so Meteor was stealing into her home in the housing district. He didn't care anymore, but he would not let the harp leave his side.
It was all he had left.
EXP orb tucked into his waistband, he opened the window and stole inside. Not knowing, Zelda had a roommate...]
Where: Aqures Ixen (Observatory, Zelda's house, his own house), and several miles south into the calm lands by the middle of the trip.
When: July 01st - July 13th
Summary: Faced with being unable to do anything, Meteor has let himself succumb to rage and sadness. He travels south, no monster is safe from him as he journeys down towards the Chocobo Forest before returning home.
Warning: Discussions of death and murder and all the misery from the event, angry Meteor, and lots of tears.
Midnight, July 1st
[Meteor exited his house, his meager belongings slung over his shoulder. Shantotto minion followed close behind, as with his moogle who he stopped to look at.]
You shouldn't follow me, you two.
[The pair looked at one another before shaking their heads. With a sigh, he slung his things over the back of his fat chocobo. Chocoking warked in irritation, but allowed himself to be saddled in the middle of the night.
Getting up onto his mount, he helped the Shantotto minion onto his shoulder as she clutched at his head. The four of them would be travelling companions for a while, as he dangled the slice of cake over Chocoking.
Chocoking looked back at him for a long moment, and Meteor dug his heels into the fat birds side. It warked reproachfully but took off on its own, refusing to be guided as the quartet soared over the buildings towards the south.]
=====
2nd to 11th
[Days later, Meteor sat in the remains of an unpturned wain, long forgotten by Hypello traders. His trip had left a wake of bodies in the calm lands, and even the more terrifying of them were giving the man a berth.
Darkness boiled off him, as he chewed angrily at his tack, the strip of meat tasting more like boiled leather. His armor was rent, from a close encounter with a malboro. And yet he made his camp.
He would have been missing for a long time now, it had been four days since he left under the cover of night. The Calm Lands southern reaches were visible to him, as he had carved a wake of monsters in his path.
His moogle entertained Shantotto, the minion picking up that her master was in no condition to play right now, as dark as his thoughts were of gleefully evicerating things in his path. Sometimes, she watched him as the days wore on, he would be singing that song Zelda had been fond of singing. Sometimes, it would be something else. Always acapella, would he sing, refusing Moggle Mog's music box.
And always, he would cry himself to sleep.]
=====
Midnight, July 13th
[On the 13th day of the month, Meteor returned at the dead of the night. He flew his mount right into town, landing on the roof of the Observatory.
Producing a key, he unlocked the door and crept in. The Observatory seemed darker, more full of shadow now. He didn't care for it. When Zelda was here, there was light.
Moving through the building, he stopped at the door that lead to Zelda's room. He had been there a few times, mostly when he had worked himself to exhaustion. Opening it with a key that he had brought with him, he went inside.
The room still was untouched. He could see everything in the darkness. But it was quiet.
As he turned to go, he noticed an object laying in the corner. Curious, as it wasn't something he had seen before, he reached down and picked it up. Blowing dust from the lid, he opened it up to reveal a familiar sight.
A EXP orb sat there, nestled within delicate paper. And with it, a note. Unfolding the note, he read it over.
The box and orb fell from his fingers, as he staggered back with a choked sob. In his hand, was a simple note in Zelda's writing.
To Meteor,
To replace the one that broke.
love, Zelda
Meteor let out a cry, his eyes blazing with angry light. Anger, pain, frustration, sadness, despair, all of it boiled over as he unslung his axe and with a yell, the window shattered with the force of his blow as he thrust the weapon into the floor.
Meteor sobbed, his heart broke as he slumped to his knees. Another had fallen. Another friend, a loved one was gone.
And he didn't do anything to stop it.]
=====
For Midna:
[There was one final thing he had to do, before leaving the city for good.
Zelda's harp. It had not been with her things in the room, so Meteor was stealing into her home in the housing district. He didn't care anymore, but he would not let the harp leave his side.
It was all he had left.
EXP orb tucked into his waistband, he opened the window and stole inside. Not knowing, Zelda had a roommate...]
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Sure you don't have me mixed up for someone else?
[It was almost laughable that someone considered him reasonable by any means without murdering a mad scientist with a zombie fetish.]
Though he does have a point. Despite the impressive path you left in your wake, something will eventually give in a crucial point.
[It's said out of concern, however much he's waving it off.] Unless that's what you want to happen.
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Nope, kupo. I don't at that. He's sulking.
I am not.
Yes you are, kupo. She might be gone but... [Moggle Mog dodged a thrown rock.] See? I'm trying to deal with this and he just keeps getting angrier!
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I see. That's why...
[He lowers his chin in thought for a moment, before approaching and placing his own sword in the dirt. He doesn't sit just yet, gauging the other warrior's reaction first in case he too needed to dodge a flung rock, but rests a clenched fist on his hip.]
Moglin and Lydia mentioned what happened. Sorry for your loss.
[It's clear they were close, if what he was beginning to suspect was anywhere close to the mark.]
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Can't you like, beat some sense into it? Isn't that how things work when you lose a loved one?
Godssdamn you Moogle! Shut up!
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[And he thought the real thing was an idiot when he was new. Antagonizing a grieving ball of emotions was likely not going to end well.]
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[Meteor sulked a bit more, unwilling to give his moogle an edge.]