It is only a matter of time / Before I see myself
Name(s): Delita Heiral (Canon minded), OPEN
Location: His favorite tree, to start.
Week: 46
Time: During the event...JEN IS BEING ACTIVE I SWEAR
Rating: PG for Delita's mouth.
...
This made no sense. This building, this...this castle. What form of place had it been that Delita found himself in? It was nothing akin to Ivalice, with its stone walls, stairs that actually stayed in place when you climbed up, and knights and soldiers who were wandering the halls at every turn.
...Not...this. Whatever this was. This place where translucent men wandered the halls, where children wandered about unchaperoned--a school, he was certain of it--with teachers not always on the standby to keep them in line if they needed it. There was no semblance of order, and yet it fell together somehow...somehow...
And somehow it contained documents that belonged to a man with the same name as him. A student, with more texts on something that resembled white magic (the magic here was unlike Ivalice--it seemed nonsensical...something with swish degrees and voice pitch and energy flow--two of the three completely unnecessary for the casting of spells in his home country)...
Who was he? And what was this place...
Ugh. Delita was starting to get a headache thinking about it....
He let out a sigh, leaning against the tree, letting out a breath as he closed his eyes and tried to will the confusion away from his mind.
Location: His favorite tree, to start.
Week: 46
Time: During the event...JEN IS BEING ACTIVE I SWEAR
Rating: PG for Delita's mouth.
...
This made no sense. This building, this...this castle. What form of place had it been that Delita found himself in? It was nothing akin to Ivalice, with its stone walls, stairs that actually stayed in place when you climbed up, and knights and soldiers who were wandering the halls at every turn.
...Not...this. Whatever this was. This place where translucent men wandered the halls, where children wandered about unchaperoned--a school, he was certain of it--with teachers not always on the standby to keep them in line if they needed it. There was no semblance of order, and yet it fell together somehow...somehow...
And somehow it contained documents that belonged to a man with the same name as him. A student, with more texts on something that resembled white magic (the magic here was unlike Ivalice--it seemed nonsensical...something with swish degrees and voice pitch and energy flow--two of the three completely unnecessary for the casting of spells in his home country)...
Who was he? And what was this place...
Ugh. Delita was starting to get a headache thinking about it....
He let out a sigh, leaning against the tree, letting out a breath as he closed his eyes and tried to will the confusion away from his mind.