𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕪, 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕪, 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕪—

your archetype is the chosen one.

traits: authentic, brave, bold, intuitive, natural, passionate, stubborn

the chosen one is most commonly used to symbolize the light side, and the heart of the story. unlike the warrior, they barely ever choose to fight on the front lines of a battle. although they will stand up for what they believe in, they do it in a way that is diplomatic, so that they don't create more conflict than there already is. they do not feel the need to be credited in their achievements and victories, and would rather have their confidantes and comrades have the eternal glory and spotlight. they are content with the happiness of those they care about, and place friendship over all else. the chosen one is always picked for the role, hence the name. their fate was placed upon them from birth, and due to their hero complex, and need to help the meek, they follow instructions, and do what needs to be done.

fictional characters that are chosen ones: harry potter (you saw that coming from a mile away), frodo baggins, percy jackson, katniss everdeen, jon snow, daenerys targaryen, elizabeth bennet, patroclus, buffy summers

other personality types that go with this: gryffindor, slytherin, thunderbird

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      Located in Sector 6, Eden is one of Hive City’s longest-standing restaurant/nightclubs, run by the resident miracle-worker and angel, Ari. Functioning almost round the clock, Eden has something for almost everyone-- and jobs for almost everyone* too.           Must be at least 18 to work during club hours, otherwise, jobs are available to any age.

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          This was it, the final stop that would cement in his mind the return home of yet another person close to him. He was running low on those recently…with the departure of Gou, Ai, Nagisa, Kisumi was nowhere to be see…and now Rin. ‘Just in time for Christmas’ he mused while entering the premises of Rin’s old workplace…and Uta’s current.

          It was surprisingly empty, though Sousuke presumed these kind of establishments heaved more at night time than late mornings. Exploring the different areas, he called his friend’s name on a few occasions and when the absent of a response sealed what he hadn’t really needed confirming in the first place, he’d turned on his heel ready to head back out. Only now, there was a really tall (dare he think really familiar) looking woman wavering by the doorway.

“….”

“I was just leaving.”

      Of all the names she’d expect to hear someone like this calling for from out of her staff, Spooky wouldn’t have been remotely near the top of the list. Jaws, maybe (though he wasn’t around anymore, and she knew that much for sure) but then again, if there was something to be said for the city it was that the term ‘strange bedfellows’ was practically coined for some of the friendships that kicked up here. Really though, she wishes he would have considered texting Uta’s phone rather than go slinking through the restaurant in search of him; Spooky might not have been in, but that didn’t mean service wasn’t happening.            When he finally spots her, she gives a flutter of fingers and a quirk of her lip that is almost eerie, piping up as soon as the other is within earshot.            “Spooky’s not in til after noon,” she begins, crossing her arms and cocking her head along with the slow arch of a brow. “You wanna leave a message or somethin’?”

     “Would you have hired me if my resume included cannibalism?” Ah, an attitude, the best of all ways to respond to something as generous as what she had done for him. He had his own reason for keeping secrets like that, of course, but he understood where she was coming from. She didn’t seem to be casting judgement on him now for it; maybe all she wanted was a buffer and fair warning. And that was… fair enough.

    “…We come from different places. Help isn’t always free. The insult wasn’t intentional.”

     A moment of silence passed him, and he decided that it was better for Amrita and her club if he told her about his assailant — and victim.

     “Her name is Rize,” he decided to answer. “Young and attractive, with violet hair and red glasses. Where we’re from, she was called a binge eater. The type of trouble she gets into is more death than destruction.”

     No, if anyone was to be destructive, that would be Furuta. But Uta didn’t feel like explaining; for now, he saw the both of them more like a soap opera than any threat that could take down buildings here in the city. If Ari really needed to know, Uta would let her know. That was how he dealt with most of his personal business, for better or worse.

      “Might’a considered implementin’ some ground rules t’ start,” is the scoff, mouth twisting to one side in displeasure. “Look, I dunno if y’ were born this way or if y’ got this way, but it’s kinda like vampires-- y’ can’t really help your diet. Well, most vampires, in any case-- so unless you’re jus’ eatin’ people for funsies, that’s not th’ kinda thing I’m gonna judge ya on.” Words accompanied with a shrug, lips relaxing with the sigh as she continues. “Now, what kinda people, how often, how cruelly... that might take some consideration.” One of her hands unhooks from her pocket, her gaze dropping to her fingers as she inspects them idly. “Like for example this... binge eater, y’ said? Gluttony’s a sin, y’ know.”           Not that she was going to go start a manhunt for this girl at the moment, but if she ever ran across her, she’d definitely remember the fact if it came to it. She doesn’t like it, of course, not going out to hunt things that could be hurting people but...           There are some things she’s just not willing to put herself in the middle of for the sake of people who will only question what gives her the right to do anything for the greater good. Heroics are all well and good, unless people try and make it seem as if you’re not trying hard enough to understand people who would jut as soon tear them apart.            She gets more and more like her ‘family’ every day.

He brings his hand to rest behind his head to scratch his hair a bit, laughing lightly. Angry is correct that’s for sure. It’s a bit out of shame, why he laughs because it’s something he frowns about himself. It isn’t something he likes and he still has yet to understand how and why he can even feel anger like this, he’s not supposed to, or even allowed to. As a Nobody Roxas is meant to be void of all and any emotion but he feels them, every single one of them and even that angers him, not knowing why. He knew he’s a special case, that’s what he was made understand in Organization XIII, coming from Sora, but that was it, just that he’s special and nothing else.

He nods his head to her. “Alright, I’ll make sure not to do that again.” He promises. Blowing up on people isn’t something Roxas wants to make very common. “Ari, alright thanks.” He doubts he’ll be forgetting that name anytime soon. Eden huh? He’s heard that name be tossed around here and there on his few months here. “I’ll make sure to do that.” He hopes he doesn’t have to do that but he never knows himself either just as she doesn’t know if she’ll ever be one to share with others. “Yeah, you might just surprise yourself.” He laughs lightly. “But..really thanks for putting up with me.” He knows he already said thank you but he finds the need to say it again.Total stranger just putting up with a kid with an anger problem, that’s something not seen everyday. 

      She can appreciate his taking her words seriously, despite his quiet laughter; she can’t remember the last time someone did more than roll her eyes or ignore her when she tried to help.            It was nice to be able to actually help someone for once, even if it was only a little bit.

     He let her hand meet the back of his head; in all truth, it was amusing to be treated like more of a child than he actually was. And in a way, he deserved it, both for the fate of the Ghoul he had left alive to suffer and for any following collateral damage to Eve. But he was convinced it wouldn’t come to that. Rize, as gluttonous as she was, wasn’t one for destruction.

     That was Furuta, and Uta was lucky enough to be on good terms with him. As loose a definition as ‘lucky’ was in that situation.

     “She won’t be bringing any harm to the club, I promise,” he shrugged and shut his eyes for a moment, still tingling from the strange transfer of energy that had allowed his body a second chance. Why, he even felt less hungry. It was as if he wasn’t an inch away from death mere minutes ago.

     “How do you want me to pay you back for this? I don’t think I caught you at a great time, so I do admit I feel a bit guilty.”

      With an almost overbearing tendency toward most types of maternal behaviors-- whether the pleasant or less-than kind, acting like someone’s mother was something that now and again happened whether she intended it to or not. Not to say she has a problem with it, most of the time, but really-- she can’t speak for other people, and she know some don’t take kindly to it at all.            Not that it’s ever stopped her before.             “Good,” is the idle response, though a considering look remains on her face. “Though I don’t suppose youd be willin’ t’ tell me who it is I gotta watch out for--?” She halts then, fingers hooking into the pockets of her sweats from their place at her hips, expression going slack, very little save for mild disbelief showing on her face.   

He looks at her and stays quiet. He isn’t going to try and act like she doesn’t have any points because she does, in fact what she says sounds vaguely familiar to him. He doesn’t quite remember from where, but Roxas isn’t going to waste his time trying to figure that out right now. “I guess..you’re right.” It’s all he really has to say and all he thinks he should say after just blurting out whatever the heck he wanted like that. He really is in no place to do that, at least he thinks he isn’t since he isn’t the only one with major problems in this place in the first place. She’s pretty wise now that he thinks about it, being able to share such things, his curious self wonders if all of that is from experience but he wouldn’t know.

He’s a bit surprised when she says that he can go to her whenever it seems and looks like he can’t handle very well on his own. “Y-Yeah, thanks.” He questions it a but considering that it was him who suddenly had an unreasonable outburst. “You really don’t have to be nice to me you know but..”

“..t-thanks I really appreciate this.” He’s not going to let her good advice go to waste since even he knows it’s a pretty good one. He can’t help but to be a bit bashful after it all. Shame on him really, she handled it rather well compared to him. “This..this is long overdo but my name’s Roxas it’s really nice to meet you, miss.” He doesn’t know her name yet. “And well if you need anything yourself you can always come to me too.” It’s only prudent now.

      His hesitance and chagrin are almost enough to make her smile. He seems like he has a lot more on his mind that he hasn’t spoken up about too, but she’s not about to push him for it. Everything in time, if he really wanted the help figuring it out. And if he didn’t, then he’d probably let her know. He seemed like he was straightforward enough for that.            “No one ever really has t’ do anythin’, if they don’t really want,” she replies, shrugging. “Don’t much see th’ point in nastiness for th’ sake’a nastiness though-- well, not unless it’s with someone I know is awful as it is. An’ y’ don’t seem like a bad kid, jus’... angry, maybe. Jus’ try not t’ blow up on anyone else if y’ can help it an’ we’ll call it good, yeah?”