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thoughts that have been amusing me all day:
a cetra (maybe aeriths brother which would make him only half cetra) winding up in ffxv and joining the kingsglaive and smooching nyx
and the cetra has to act like they only have the magic the king has given them and so they use their cetra abilities sparingly but also-
one day a mission goes to shit and people are dying and said cetra oc goes ‘nope’ and busts out some magic that he really shouldn’t have because he healing people? what the FUCK
and also causing the earth to move under the feet of the approaching imperials and what the fuck is going on here.
and then after the imperials retreat. everyone turns to look at the cetra and the cetra just-
waves and passes out
So a thought, because wild delightful mental images.
Who says that they have to hide their magic? There’s nothing that says the Kings magic manifests the same way every time.
They have a sprawling community garden that feeds hundreds of people.
They have all the strays in the neighborhood bringing them news and trinkets.
They abso-fuckin-lutely have a stick and will bash heads for good causes.
People come to them when they have a health issue the docs cant (wont) fix.
And then it all goes to *hell and back* and his little town is completely about to be stomped into paste.
He puts up his long hair, rolls up his sleeves, and brings the rain. And more rain. That’s a lot of rain. Maybe stop with the rain. Oh look the MTs are dissolving, people are breathing again, is that rain *green*?
Nyx looks good wet. It’s a natural progression.
Polaris isn’t exactly thrilled to be taken from his small corner of the Lifestream and thrust back into existence. But his sister had a sad look in her eye when she had told him that this new world -Eos- needed at least one of them to go and fix shit.
Polaris had known right then that Aerith would have gone herself. Would have given up her happily ever after with their friends and Zack and gone back to the realm of the living because the hands of fate demanded that someone go. Instead, Polaris told Aerith not to worry about it and went in her stead.
Sure, realizing that materia didn’t exist, that this world had technology he hadn’t ever seen before was a culture shock but he managed to set up shop in a small town in the kingdom of Lucis and everything was fine. Fate hadn’t called on him to do anything yet and it was fine. He healed the sick, which got him odd looks, he tended to his garden that yielded the best vegetables and fruits around and whenever a creature or daemon got too close to town he took care of it.
Everything was fine.
Then they got the message that Niflheim was invading and Polaris blinked, pulled his silver hair back, ordered everyone to leave. His neighbours tried to get him to leave with him but he refused. This was his town and those that tried to take it from him would pay.
(The Glaive comes across a scene out of a storybook, there’s a man with a large walking staff fighting against MT’s and winning. The man causes the roots of plants and trees to tangle around the legs of Imperial mechs and when he sees the Glaives he scoffs.
“Took you long enough,” he says.
And the rain comes. It dissolves the metal armor of MT’s, it melts the skins of daemons and yet it doesn’t harm the Glaives, rather it gives him energy they hadn’t had before and when they should have felt tired they hadn’t.
Polaris laughs, when Nyx saves him from an MT.
“Could have gotten that myself, Pretty Boy,” Polaris says, his green eyes almost glowing in the dark.
“Coulda fooled me,” Nyx shoots back before he’s gone again, warping across the fields to take down another daemon.)
I’m so glad that we went the same direction with this. *so glad* eeeeee.
(Because he has been remade, and renamed, but he is *still* near on seven feet of arrogant General in black and silver.)
Oh, *rue* the day that he ever draws live steel on the field of combat, folks. Masamune never forgot her spells.
Yesss!!! Like, let Sephiroth have a second chance okay??
But. Also. Now I want Genesis and Angeal to show up too. Preferably after Polaris gets to Insomnia and joins the Glaive and Angeal is a florist and Sephiroth likes flowers and Nyx is with him when Polaris goes to the flower shop Angeal owns and is confused as to why Polaris sees the owner and looks like he wants to cry.
(But Also Seph-As-Polaris is still really bad at being human so Libertus is just. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU REMEMBER TO ACTUALLY EAT A MEAL AND NOT A PROTEIN BAR? and more than half the time polaris is just… “no…”)
I get the impression that Angeal and Libertus would Bond over having to be the Sane Ones and taking care of These Fucking Dumbasses, seriously. Though - Polaris might be touched, if somewhat confused, at how Libertus is mother-henning him. He’s never had anyone do that to him before.
Libertus: No one? What about your parents?
Polaris: My mother went insane when I was an infant, and there was some confusion about who my father was - he was either killed before I was born or a sociopath who would have fit right in the Imperial Army’s R+D program. (Totally misinterprets Libertus’ expression). I don’t blame Mom for having an affair, and I’d really rather my father be the dead guy then the psychopathic scientist, so -
Libertus’s Must Adopt This Helpless Dumbass instincts are kicking in with a vengeance.
I love this ‘verse! And I love - how much Sephiroth has changed, given time and proper healing and a genuine family who have taught him to be more then a walking weapon. He’s a person now, complete and coherent. He’s chosen a different way; he’s almost another person entirely, and he welcomes it. He’s Polaris, and he glories in it.
There’s probably an investigation, and people asking Polaris (politely) How The Hell Do You Have Magic, Please? And Polaris - just kinda shrugs. It’s a family thing; he learned it from his sister, but she’s gone now. Look, it works. Now, could you please get out of his vegetable patch? He’s trying to grow apples, and he needs to recite poetry at them to get them to come out just right.
Oh, Masemune. That sword is - not entirely in his keeping. He left it in his sister’s hands, for her to judge if and when to toss it after him. So the instant that sword appears, he knows that Aerith is sending him the message that Shit Is Going Down, and he’s going to need it.
Until then, he just. Whaps people over the head with his staff a lot. (Random Galadhian: Have you ever considered the worship of Ramuh? You’d fit right in.)
@sparklecryptid
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sparklecryptid:
theotherguysride:
sparklecryptid:
theotherguysride:
sparklecryptid:
thoughts that have been amusing me all day:
a cetra (maybe aeriths brother which would make him only half cetra) winding up in ffxv and joining the kingsglaive and smooching nyx
and the cetra has to act like they only have the magic the king has given them and so they use their cetra abilities sparingly but also-
one day a mission goes to shit and people are dying and said cetra oc goes ‘nope’ and busts out some magic that he really shouldn’t have because he healing people? what the FUCK
and also causing the earth to move under the feet of the approaching imperials and what the fuck is going on here.
and then after the imperials retreat. everyone turns to look at the cetra and the cetra just-
waves and passes out
So a thought, because wild delightful mental images.
Who says that they have to hide their magic? There’s nothing that says the Kings magic manifests the same way every time.
They have a sprawling community garden that feeds hundreds of people.
They have all the strays in the neighborhood bringing them news and trinkets.
They abso-fuckin-lutely have a stick and will bash heads for good causes.
People come to them when they have a health issue the docs cant (wont) fix.
And then it all goes to *hell and back* and his little town is completely about to be stomped into paste.
He puts up his long hair, rolls up his sleeves, and brings the rain. And more rain. That’s a lot of rain. Maybe stop with the rain. Oh look the MTs are dissolving, people are breathing again, is that rain *green*?
Nyx looks good wet. It’s a natural progression.
Polaris isn’t exactly thrilled to be taken from his small corner of the Lifestream and thrust back into existence. But his sister had a sad look in her eye when she had told him that this new world -Eos- needed at least one of them to go and fix shit.
Polaris had known right then that Aerith would have gone herself. Would have given up her happily ever after with their friends and Zack and gone back to the realm of the living because the hands of fate demanded that someone go. Instead, Polaris told Aerith not to worry about it and went in her stead.
Sure, realizing that materia didn’t exist, that this world had technology he hadn’t ever seen before was a culture shock but he managed to set up shop in a small town in the kingdom of Lucis and everything was fine. Fate hadn’t called on him to do anything yet and it was fine. He healed the sick, which got him odd looks, he tended to his garden that yielded the best vegetables and fruits around and whenever a creature or daemon got too close to town he took care of it.
Everything was fine.
Then they got the message that Niflheim was invading and Polaris blinked, pulled his silver hair back, ordered everyone to leave. His neighbours tried to get him to leave with him but he refused. This was his town and those that tried to take it from him would pay.
(The Glaive comes across a scene out of a storybook, there’s a man with a large walking staff fighting against MT’s and winning. The man causes the roots of plants and trees to tangle around the legs of Imperial mechs and when he sees the Glaives he scoffs.
“Took you long enough,” he says.
And the rain comes. It dissolves the metal armor of MT’s, it melts the skins of daemons and yet it doesn’t harm the Glaives, rather it gives him energy they hadn’t had before and when they should have felt tired they hadn’t.
Polaris laughs, when Nyx saves him from an MT.
“Could have gotten that myself, Pretty Boy,” Polaris says, his green eyes almost glowing in the dark.
“Coulda fooled me,” Nyx shoots back before he’s gone again, warping across the fields to take down another daemon.)
I’m so glad that we went the same direction with this. *so glad* eeeeee.
(Because he has been remade, and renamed, but he is *still* near on seven feet of arrogant General in black and silver.)
Oh, *rue* the day that he ever draws live steel on the field of combat, folks. Masamune never forgot her spells.
Yesss!!! Like, let Sephiroth have a second chance okay??
But. Also. Now I want Genesis and Angeal to show up too. Preferably after Polaris gets to Insomnia and joins the Glaive and Angeal is a florist and Sephiroth likes flowers and Nyx is with him when Polaris goes to the flower shop Angeal owns and is confused as to why Polaris sees the owner and looks like he wants to cry.
(But Also Seph-As-Polaris is still really bad at being human so Libertus is just. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU REMEMBER TO ACTUALLY EAT A MEAL AND NOT A PROTEIN BAR? and more than half the time polaris is just… “no…”)
I get the impression that Angeal and Libertus would Bond over having to be the Sane Ones and taking care of These Fucking Dumbasses, seriously. Though - Polaris might be touched, if somewhat confused, at how Libertus is mother-henning him. He’s never had anyone do that to him before.
Libertus: No one? What about your parents?
Polaris: My mother went insane when I was an infant, and there was some confusion about who my father was - he was either killed before I was born or a sociopath who would have fit right in the Imperial Army’s R+D program. (Totally misinterprets Libertus’ expression). I don’t blame Mom for having an affair, and I’d really rather my father be the dead guy then the psychopathic scientist, so -
Libertus’s Must Adopt This Helpless Dumbass instincts are kicking in with a vengeance.
I love this ‘verse! And I love - how much Sephiroth has changed, given time and proper healing and a genuine family who have taught him to be more then a walking weapon. He’s a person now, complete and coherent. He’s chosen a different way; he’s almost another person entirely, and he welcomes it. He’s Polaris, and he glories in it.
There’s probably an investigation, and people asking Polaris (politely) How The Hell Do You Have Magic, Please? And Polaris - just kinda shrugs. It’s a family thing; he learned it from his sister, but she’s gone now. Look, it works. Now, could you please get out of his vegetable patch? He’s trying to grow apples, and he needs to recite poetry at them to get them to come out just right.
Oh, Masemune. That sword is - not entirely in his keeping. He left it in his sister’s hands, for her to judge if and when to toss it after him. So the instant that sword appears, he knows that Aerith is sending him the message that Shit Is Going Down, and he’s going to need it.
Until then, he just. Whaps people over the head with his staff a lot. (Random Galadhian: Have you ever considered the worship of Ramuh? You’d fit right in.)
@sparklecryptid
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