#dissidia.

meme // accepting // @braskide

meme // accepting // @magitekelite

   Jian frowns and halts on his steps, comfortable enough at the moment since she isn’t so close to him. “B..” He swallows, not too sure what these words will garner, but its been bothering him given their previous encounter with quite the ridiculous enemy. “Back then, I-I would’ve finished..him off.” The clown he means. He was sure of it, he came out of nowhere. Began to speak such vile things to, what he’s been told, is his ally. His words were knives even to Jian – reminded him of his mother and only made him angry and filled him with rage. He demanded that he fell silent or he was going to make him. He laughed and mocked him, saying he was convinced that he couldn’t speak and what a surprise that he could. Eventually the toss-around of words became a clash. Both him and Terra against this clown, but he felt something there. Not him, exactly, but from Terra. In the adrenaline of battle anything that usually has a grip on him loosens and releases him, he allows his mastery to do the speaking and communicating for him. At the time all he could think of was wanting to keep that crazy clown away from her. Far, far away from her. They had him overwhelmed and Jian held the full intentions of cutting him down. His accuracy with weapons isn’t one to be meddled and/or underestimated with. The charging of his lance from afar and he threw it right at him. Fate said it was going to strike the clown’s heart. Jian believed it also be set in stone, but both him and fate were fools. The bladed point of his lance never struck the life of the clown, instead was snapped in half by a fire spell coming from Terra. Maniacally he came across, the clown did, but he seemed to have carried some sense and used the unfortunate event to split and claim he’ll come again; now with a good idea of who he’s messing with most likely. 

   Which..is a disadvantage on its own.

  Back then Jian didn’t think too much of it. Dismissed it as a misfire from her part, but its bothered him and still does now. “I-I never miss.” He hasn’t missed a target since he was fifteen years old, that’s the truth. “I had him.” It isn’t pride that’s making him come to this conclusion. “..Y-You didn’t want me to make it.” He knows his words are getting bolder and he’s getting far more scared and intimidated. He considers biting his tongue and stopping now, a fist of his visibly shaking, but he persists. What if she’s a danger to the rest of their allies and is only acting like she’s on their end? To the goddess as well? So he’ll push through and what may come let it be.

   Wordlessly Jian watches the faux-be replica of himself hit the ground, dispersing into fractions of light until it eventually fades away. This is the fifth one he’s stumbled across on his path though not every single, illusion he’s come to think of them, were him. People he didn’t recognize more often than not. ‘What is this place?’ His thoughts wander only when he deems it to be safe to do so; brown eyes continue to take what surroundings there is --- not much, most is but a wasteland of what once could have been here, wherever this here is. He’s been on and about for give or take two hours now and has yet to find anything that’ll help him progress. Mere fighting. “Got to make lemonade out of lemons, I guess.” He smiles, twirling both his lances that rest upon both his hands, Jian attempts to make his heart and mind less burden-heavy, preoccupying both his heart and mind will only prove to become unnecessary hurdles after all. And nobody likes those. “I’ll keep going-” Mid-sentence doesn’t meet its conclusion, senses refined from hard labor work and combat raising red flags for him.

   He turns in said direction of the alert and places one of his lances over his shoulder while he points the fine bladed tip of the other lance at what he assumes to be another one of these mirage enemies, his carefree expression shifts into one of violent intent, battle stance a default when he engages, brown eyes flaring with the dauntless ignition of an unbent warrior. All of so disappears in an instant as he’s greeted with not a mirage, but a woman. A floating woman? ‘W-What?!’ His expression breaks into one of confusion and loss. He looks at her and then looks below at the ground she’s not on, then back at her and then back at the ground, he does so a couple of more times. ‘H-How’s she doing that?’ He’s seen his fair share of things, meteor fall, the weapons rising from the planet to protect it, all of it was just as shocking. He’s hesitant as he attempts to relax as much as possible, lowering his lances. If there’s no need for violence then there’s no need for it. She hasn’t attacked him yet, keyword: yet. She’s different at least.

I was watching the story again and like.. shes not a good character. Materia isn't approachable or even friendly to her own warriors, also smiling at the fact that she had her warriors fight against their will. She does fuck all until it came to compromising with Spiritus, and she hated that idea when Spiritus seemed indifferent about y'know keeping the world from ending because of Shinryu. And like she didn't even acknowledge the fact that her own warriors decided to talk to Spiritus himself, knowing that he wasn't as petty and she was and hearing the news she immediately assumes they'd turn on her like that. Her own warriors don't respect her at all even WoL feels as I'd they should get this done as soon as they can, and those of you who've played 2008 or 012 know about how he is.

People who like Materia aren't bad. Y'all jist need to acknowledge her flaws and understand why people don't like her.. she's not perfect.