20140321 Jenova

shupoof:

calamity-jen:

The woman stares curiously at him. "A screaming ghost. Truly a peculiar world, this Spira. Ghosts pass by like waves."

She’s certainly not who he was expecting. She’s like an overly-tall corpse - some kind of Frankenstein’s monster, her skin an eerie blue. She floats slightly above the rubble of the arena and tilts her head. Slightly damp silver hair trails behind her. "You haunt this place and cling to it after fading away. Why?"

Shuyin stays on his rocky stage, staring down at this— woman. As she tilts her head he glances a look down at himself, his own uniform still intact. Of course it would be, why wouldn’t it be. 

"W-what did you call me?!" He demands, his voice cracking slightly. He glances around them again, quickly looking back to her. "I’m not fading— everything else did! What did you do?!" 

"I’ve done nothing. But you appear to be leaking your Lifestream from your body. Why not join it?"

Her voice is like ground glass - soft and coarse all at once. She floats slightly higher, examining the boy’s uniform. "What is this?" She prods at the ragged, filthy symbol of the Zanarkand Abes.

20140321 Jenova

shupoof:

The crowd was deafening; the cheers drown out any thought in Shuyin’s head as his body flooded with adrenaline. He could smell the crisp chlorine of the water as it filled the stadium, the hard vibration of machina through the rubber soles of his shoes as he balanced on the top of the dome. The stands were full; full of noise, full of cheers, full of adoration— for him. Shuyin raised his arms in answer, an answering cheer bubbling from a warm place in his chest. He laughed, jumping up and down on the metal platform, the spray of water splashing his legs. 

The blitzball game was about to start. Somewhere in the crowd he knew she was there. She was watching him, and only him. He felt a sense of pride as the crowd started chanting his name. Shuyin looked for her in the crowd, that beautiful long hair, those shining eyes and the smile that made him the happiest. But it was impossible — impossible. 

Shuyin spun on the platform, the stadium blurring— the people together in a dizzying motion. Where was she? She was here, she said she would be here. Shuyin stopped turning but the world didn’t. The crowd stayed distant, the cheers fading, the colours draining— what?! Shuyin felt his chest tighten with panic, no they had to cheer! He needed them to cheer— he needed them to watch as he played! 

Everything faded, the walls crumbled around him in a flurry of white and hazy. He cried out, his voice high and desperate as the once beautiful stadium gave way to ruins, all of the glory gone in a rush. The blitzball he held in his hand crumbled to dust, any feeling of warmth brought on by the crowd vanishing. 

Shuyin was standing in a ruin, the machina dead under his feet, the rocky ground a few feet below him instead of a hundred. He felt— nothing. It was gone. A sound behind him, a footfall over rocky ground made him turn quickly, a sword summoned to his hand with a blink. For a second he saw her, a breath later and it was gone. She wasn’t here— she was— she was… 

"Who are you?" He demanded, raising his weapon. 

The woman stares curiously at him. "A screaming ghost. Truly a peculiar world, this Spira. Ghosts pass by like waves."

She’s certainly not who he was expecting. She’s like an overly-tall corpse - some kind of Frankenstein’s monster, her skin an eerie blue. She floats slightly above the rubble of the arena and tilts her head. Slightly damp silver hair trails behind her. "You haunt this place and cling to it after fading away. Why?"

So many dead things walk the planet. What a peculiar anomaly.

wingedsaint:

calamity-jen:

I am a goddess.

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"Goddess. Sure. Okay. You expect me to believe something that insane?"

It is no concern of mine whether or not you believe me. Opinions are trifling attempts at influencing reality. As if desire alone can shape the stars.

wingedsaint:

calamity-jen:

I am not supposed to be anything. Any more than you, human.

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"Say what now? You exist so you’ve gotta be something.” Are you a Fal’Cie? You look like one.”

I am a goddess.

wingedsaint:

calamity-jen:

wingedsaint:

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You guys are weirdly obsessed with my height.

You are not so tall.

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"What exactly are you supposed to be???"

I am not supposed to be anything. Any more than you, human.

athousandfarewell:

calamity-jen:


(Her eyes narrow.)

I do not like the look of you. What creature are you?

Her brows furrowed in concern in regards to the hostility directed towards her person.

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         ”—I am human, although granted with an unique gift none other possesses. Who are you?”

(She tilts her head, as if she’s a child considering a mouse.)

They have given me the name Jenova.

athousandfarewell:

calamity-jen:

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Nerds.

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         ”—I beg your pardon?”

(Her eyes narrow.)

I do not like the look of you. What creature are you?

crystallinedia replied to your post “Nerds.”

Mernerd!

Your human language is ever-varied and amusing. I especially enjoy your insults.

wingedsaint:

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You guys are weirdly obsessed with my height.

You are not so tall.