☈ Hope ♖ 001
Who: skycutting & somarium
Where: Espoir
Style: Starts in third, but either is fine!
Status: Open
“Is this really the fate that awaits l'Cie who fail their Focus?”
It's nothing like the stories Hope thinks quietly, or the legends that speak of what happens to l'Cie who do not complete their Focus before the brand advances to its last stage. To become a Cie'th was a fate worse and far more torturous than death, transformed into a twisted monster who's heart would be forever trapped in eternal sorrow and despair and robbed of what little free will they had when they were l'Cie. Never living, and never dying... there was supposed to be no salvation for those that met the terrible fate. It was a fate they all silently feared, and had worked so hard to change in order to protect Cocoon and this just couldn't be it. Thinking back, he remembers darkness and the a cold chill as he thought about everything that had happened until that point. He thought perhaps, that it was his last grasp at humanity before it gave way to the single minded despair that drove the Cie'th. So to the peaceful scene before him, to feel the breeze, to see the light... it was almost unsettlingly in a way.
Unsettlingly, and strange he discovers as he moves through the field. What with the scarecrow that moved on their own, and unfamiliar sights and sounds that told him that this couldn't be Eden, or anywhere on Cocoon for that matter. And without the dangerous monsters running around and turtles the size of skyscrapers, he feels that he can safety believe that this isn't anywhere on Gran Pulse either. A dream then, Hope figures, because there's just no other explanation for all of this.
But glancing to his wrist, he can still see the outline of his brand and the eye in the center. Running his finger over the brand, he pauses at the single missing arrow and he feels his stomach knot as he thinks back to those final moments. Hope is unable to think for long on the depressing thoughts, a sharp pain spreading from the mark and through the rest of his body firmly causing him to stop and focus instead on figuring out more on just where he was. This pain and everything else was to real for any of this to be just a dream. So, gripping his wrist he stumbles his way through the rest of the field until he finds himself standing on a road. Looking in one direction, and then in another.
First things first, find a marker and remember it. And as he comes across the village fountain, Hope nods and decides on this. Now though, where to begin. . .
Where: Espoir
Style: Starts in third, but either is fine!
Status: Open
“Is this really the fate that awaits l'Cie who fail their Focus?”
It's nothing like the stories Hope thinks quietly, or the legends that speak of what happens to l'Cie who do not complete their Focus before the brand advances to its last stage. To become a Cie'th was a fate worse and far more torturous than death, transformed into a twisted monster who's heart would be forever trapped in eternal sorrow and despair and robbed of what little free will they had when they were l'Cie. Never living, and never dying... there was supposed to be no salvation for those that met the terrible fate. It was a fate they all silently feared, and had worked so hard to change in order to protect Cocoon and this just couldn't be it. Thinking back, he remembers darkness and the a cold chill as he thought about everything that had happened until that point. He thought perhaps, that it was his last grasp at humanity before it gave way to the single minded despair that drove the Cie'th. So to the peaceful scene before him, to feel the breeze, to see the light... it was almost unsettlingly in a way.
Unsettlingly, and strange he discovers as he moves through the field. What with the scarecrow that moved on their own, and unfamiliar sights and sounds that told him that this couldn't be Eden, or anywhere on Cocoon for that matter. And without the dangerous monsters running around and turtles the size of skyscrapers, he feels that he can safety believe that this isn't anywhere on Gran Pulse either. A dream then, Hope figures, because there's just no other explanation for all of this.
But glancing to his wrist, he can still see the outline of his brand and the eye in the center. Running his finger over the brand, he pauses at the single missing arrow and he feels his stomach knot as he thinks back to those final moments. Hope is unable to think for long on the depressing thoughts, a sharp pain spreading from the mark and through the rest of his body firmly causing him to stop and focus instead on figuring out more on just where he was. This pain and everything else was to real for any of this to be just a dream. So, gripping his wrist he stumbles his way through the rest of the field until he finds himself standing on a road. Looking in one direction, and then in another.
First things first, find a marker and remember it. And as he comes across the village fountain, Hope nods and decides on this. Now though, where to begin. . .