Post by Vivi Orunitia on Sept 13, 2011 23:43:35 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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Perhaps this final act was meant,,
To clinch a lifetime's argument,,
That nothing comes from violence,,
And nothing ever could,,
For all those born beneath an angry star,,
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quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
-he almost tips forward, almost startled, before glancing around; locating the source of the voice he gives a nod- "My name’s Vivi Orunitia." –straightening up he fixes his hat- “Nice to meet you, Mister….?”
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I’m nine (in a sense) and I was born…um, yes, ‘born’…in July. I’m from the Mist Continent.”
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"A w-what? N-no thanks.”
[Too young, kiddies. ♥]
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"I know magic, but I’m only a black mage.”
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"W-what?"
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"I’m taller than Eiko…maybe about…four nine…with my hat.”
[4’9”]
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"W-what? I don’t….get it."
[Child body. ouo Small like always~]
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"I’ve always dressed this way..?"
[Classic Black Mage attire. ouo Big hat, baggy clothing for a small body, the works.]
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"…I said my name was Vivi…you may be thinking about the other black mages?"
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"I do? I’ve been mistaken for them before…" –he glances down to mope before shaking his head; he fixes his hat and glances back up- “Thanks.”
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I like my friends, of course, windmills, Tetra Master (once I figured it out with Alleyway Jack helping me), my Grandpa too..even after…um…”
"...I don't like...everyone assuming...all of us are bad. People who are mean to other people without knowing who they make fun of...what Zidane does with Dagger...and," -he squirms a little bit- "Having to answer questions I don't know...everyone watching me..."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Is tripping a habit…I do that a lot. S-secret…um..well..-mumbles-I h-had k-kids…” –pulls his hat over his face again-
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"…"
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"C-compatible..? I-I don’t have to m-marry you…like I went through with Quina..r-right?"
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"D-dancing? Like performing? I…would trip…sorry. M-maybe ask Freya?" –once more he tugs the hat to hide his face- “I don’t know about rooms, unless you mean an inn…but I was told the moogle next door never keeps quiet…”
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"I have my Grandpa Qu…um, Dali, but…do we have to talk about it..?”
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I suppose my friends can be, they helped a lot…same with the other Black Mages…maybe even the Genomes…we seem similar after all.”
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"I’ve done a lot, with the help of my friends. I..we…all learned a lot from each other. I’d never stop speaking of them.” –he adjusts his hat; pondering- “We traveled everywhere, went to different places, and…I guess as Zidane would say it, we did save the Gaia and a lot of people…”
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"You don’t have to die like that..! Everyone’s life means something..! Why do you think you have to stop?"
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Zidane ♥
age. You all know this by now.
rp experience. Long, long.
rules. Ya want me to make Vivi cast Thundaga on your asses?
rp sample.Instantly Zidane’s hand practically threw the fork down back in its proper place, but just a bit lopsided. Dammit, now you wanna do the toast!
Fingers ensnared the thin wine glass, the crystalline object chilled to the touch (expected of glass), before the blonde repeated the action. The clicks of glass echoed and Zidane felt himself having to hold back. This was not Baku and Tantalus in general; even toasting a successful raid became a contest of who could successfully break another’s glass first. Name the type of drinking cup, they tried it and most likely succeeded somehow. Now those were the days; where you could rough house and escape by the skin of your nose – unlike now, where everyone appeared far too fragile to the touch.
Sky blue irises fell to the liquid contained in the glass, and he swallowed hard. He hadn’t had any variation of alcohol for quite some time; or at least in a vast quality. His heart sank realizing he had abused the liquid the first time Dagger became Queen. They still had hopes to be with each other, and the following events would only strengthen their bond. However, the recent events in Alexandria proved otherwise now. Zidane’s gaze shifted to the food as he took the fork and merely poked at the appetizer. The thoughts of Kuja dying had haunted his mind, and even after Dagger’s embrace and celebration – there was a bit of drinking, the scent of death had lingered after the Iifa Tree.
Even after the moment of the lake, Zidane couldn’t find himself to cut off any ties officially. Everyone’s worth coming back for. That way of thinking was what brought him here, at this royal gathering in hopes for peace. There was no use in dwelling in the past, as he lived for the moment. Raising his head as Kuja spoke and suddenly Zidane knew needed a drink. As Kuja brushed off the remaining liquid, Zidane reached for his own glass. Downing the deep coloured liquid in a single gulp Zidane let out a weak, content, sigh before realizing his action. It would appear as if he unfazed anyone, which was a positive sign.
Minimum chitchat happened from there on, so the genome found himself eating the non-filling appetizer. Zidane could already this dinner was boring him; that was, until, the kid Emperor spoke up. Though quite winded, the request was thrown out there and, much to Zidane’s shock, something else came out of that. His tail bristled as golden blonde brows slowly lowered, ever slightly, at Larsa’s statement. Did the Emperor just throw a pun at me?! Shifting in his chair, the actor let out a light laugh,”I donno if you can handle it, I mean it’s one he—“
The puppet Queen’s words cut through the air, instantly drawing Zidane’s attention. As she spoke sweetly, her lips spread to a warm smile, and all of Zidane’s arguments melted. His hand fell to her hand on her chest as she must have let out a content sigh. His cheeks began heating, realizing where his eyes had landed (not like he hadn’t pulled worse moves) before facing Dagger’s beauty. A swift, firm, nod came before the reply. ”Alright.” Why were the two people, who could get him to agree to anything with little to no work at all, sitting here before him? Speaking of them…Kuja spoke up and requested.
Lips flashed a genuine smile. ”Alright, alright. Fine, I’ll tell it.” All he needed before the gypsy knelt toward the table, his voice beginning low. ”It all began when our Queen – who was the princess – turned sixteen.” He’d continue the story as his arms would react to the description of combats. Emotions ran high with each line he spoke out. Hell, if it wasn’t for the fact his tail was around the chair leg, Zidane would’ve most likely be up and about telling the story. Much like telling the story to Wei’s and Kal’s children, Zidane would have physically bounced off the chair and unto the table. Too bad the gypsy knew he couldn’t do such a thing, ruining a dinner by acting wasn’t quite asking for peace.
Of course, Kuja’s name would’ve been altered to protect the silver genome’s reputation. The blonde genome couldn’t let the Archadians not trust Kuja – or Alexandrian judgment by letting a previous antagonist help rule the kingdom. Even if he had changed, doubt would be placed into their hearts – Zidane wasn’t that clueless about the world; not many viewed second chances as highly as he did. The Iifa Tree scene began during the main course, and Zidane’s throat tightened at those memories. Maybe he shouldn’t – no, the play was not complete if one scene was cut out, and perhaps Kuja would understand some of his true feelings...the ones he hid behind harsh words.
”As the roots descended downward, he felt cold as I’d throw myself to help in any way I could,” he gypsy’s voice dropped, each word he spoke felt like he swallowed a thousand needles, ”I thought my own body was impaled in that moment, the sheer icy terror still haunts me…and I wasn’t even worried about my life.” Sky blue irises became hazy as Zidane inhaled. Damn was this getting hard, and it almost felt like a huge confession – maybe it truly was meant to be one. ”Even after all that went down, he’d want to know he truly inspired us…” Raising his head, locking eyes with Larsa before fluttering his eyes shut, the genome spoke. ”Gave us hope, showed us that we were not created for a wrong reason, and that our lives have meaning.” A speech that Zidane knew deeply, and had a deeper connection too; but at a cost of not knowing the fate of one of his closest friends.
”We have to keep that memory alive, no matter what,” his eyes would land on the Queen as his lips holding a smile not truly meant for her. ”Don’t you agree?”
Oh, how the following scene would fit in perfectly. Once more the gypsy would catch the scent of death.
