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Headcanon: If allowed, Sen would continue a string of nevernending questions and absorb all the info.
█▐ Ohhoh you are very right on that one. Unless he’s specifically told his questions are unwelcome, he will ask things for hours simply because he wants to know.
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Headcanon: He likes a few sour things - but it isn't his favorite necessarily. (Sorry if this has been done before)
He doesn’t have any particular favorite or least-favorite foods! So this is arguably accurate. Sour things might actually be something he does enjoy in small doses (like sour apples and tart berries, for instance), just because it’s a sharp flavor: so much of what he had to eat on Terra needed to be boiled or burned to tastelessness to get rid of any toxins from the world’s decay.
genomecode replied to your post “M a s t e r, t h e w o r k i s c o m p l e t e.”
(HEEEEE) "N o. V i t a l s w e r e n o r m a l. H o w e v e r, I h e a r d n o i s e s b e y o n d t h e t o w n. ."
“’Noises?’ What manner of noises?”
Monster
The beasts roaming through Terra’s static landscapes are bizarre but nevertheless natural creatures that thrive in harsh environments. The region around Bran Bal was once a forest, but has now been largely overgrown with immense fungi of varying levels of toxicity (their impact on the Genomes is negligible, and serves to foster the development of natural antibiotics in the Genomes’ blood). The creatures dwelling in this region generally consume the fungi or its spores as food sources, or otherwise feed on other, weaker species.
The creatures in Pandemonium, on the other hand, are true monsters, created through genetic research and manipulation thousands of years ago, even before Garland’s own creation. He has captured and examined these beasts, dissecting and vivisecting them, as well as studying their behavior and how they interact with other creatures dwelling in the area - he believes they may have once been crafted to be weapons. Some, like the highly-toxic Malboro, can render a large area uninhabitable in relatively short order, and may have been a highly effective biological weapon at one time.
He coexists with the monsters of Pandemonium, more or less - so long as they don’t trouble his libraries or the Observatory (both of which are heavily warded against roving monsters), he is not troubled overmuch by their presence.
((Jafar))
Drop one in my askbox and I’ll tell you about…
Jafar: If I had three wishes…
The burmecian seems a bit perplexed at this question. Three wishes? Why would anyone ask him about what he wished for? Granted, there is one thing that immediately comes to his mind, but… he.. he cannot just openly say that, can he…? Maybe he should just see if he can get three others out…
"Uhm… well… I… I would probably wish… for a place to truly call home, one where I could be certain I’ll still be welcome even after I’d have outlived my usefullness…" - After all, he had spent all his life without a true home… It’s a logical wish - "And perhaps also… for someone that would share said home with me… Someone that would want to be with me… unlikely as this may be…"
For a while he continues to muse over the third wish, trying to find one that he really wanted and wasn’t his first thought, but ultimately he has to give up: That wish is the one he holds dearest after all, no matter how wrong it may be…
"And then… I would also wish for my mother to pay for all she has ever done… and suffer through my pains before I end her with my own hands holding her treasured spear."
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((Garland, Garland, Kuja (maybe a little Zidane for 3.5 XD) ))
Yeeeeeees. e ue
I was going to say if Garland was not part of everyone's answer I have failed
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Without looking, put a number between 1-42 in my ask box! [grab bag edition]
23. Your muse is a soldier in the war, mine is their lover back home — they exchange letters.
War… was a cruel thing indeed. It devastated the land, threw lifes into misery and worst of all, tore people apart that belonged together. It was a horrible thing. Families lost their sons, wifes their husbands, lovers each other. Truly, anyone who desired war knew nothing of it’s pain and sorrow.
And yet still, it seemed so inevitable that wars occured and ravaged the land. As if they were a force of nature like the tides, they always returned, for history to write itself again and again. He knew of this… He knew it all too well. And he was more than aware that one day, he’d end up suffering from a war’s effects on life.
He only had never thought it would be this way around.
Not he had been the soldier that fought on the battlefields, but her. And he had been left behind, never knowing whether the letters he wrote would reach her or not, and if she would still be able to reply to them.
Yet still, he cannot stop it, he needs to write her, once every week.
To tell her that he misses her.
To tell her that he is praying for her safe return and the war to end soon.
To tell her that he longs for her.
To tell her that it's not the same living here without her.
To tell her that he can't forget her.
To tell her that he wants to be with her again and hold her.
To tell her... that he loves her...
And that he hopes that maybe this time, he'll get a reply from her again... And an answer once she's back.
The ring he bought before the war broke out is sitting on the same spot on his desk next to her picture as it had every day since.
Trees. A forest. A forest path. Garland turned slowly in place, taking in his surroundings with care: the path was frequently used; the trees had been cleared well out of the way. There were signs, though they were of little use - where there are owls and where there are no owls meant little to him; perhaps it was of some import to a native tribe, or perhaps it meant the hunting was better in a given direction?
Frequently-used though the path may be, it gave him no indication of which fork to take. The young guardian's core flickered ever-so-slightly, the only outward indication of his rising anxiety.
Which way? It wasn't like him to get lost. His green eyes darted from the left path to the right. Did the path even matter? After all, he didn't have a specific destination in mind. He didn't even know what world this was, what time he'd passed into. All in the name of research: discovering information about other worlds, living worlds, that might be useful in his mission to revive Terra.
With that in mind, there wasn't a wrong path to choose, was there?
So why did this forest make him so nervous?
And why did it feel like someone was... watching him?
