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Emet-Selch ⬤ Final Fantasy XIV
residential district ⬤ Level 2 (TBD)
moonblessing ⬤ Cordis (moth)

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[codecmoment]

[ That came out of nowhere. ]

Is that something you're worried about?

[sassian]

Hm, "worried" isn't exactly it. It is, after all, the usual state of things where I come from.

[codecmoment]

Is this something I should sit down with you and listen to you talk about?

[sassian]

If you have the time and the inclination, perhaps. It is a rather long story.

[codecmoment]

I already went to the gym. I have time for you, if you want it.

[sassian]

Very well. I shall send you the address to my apartment. I doubt our method of travel there when you last visited left you with much idea of the direction.

[He sends his full contact information along with the text.]

[codecmoment]

Give me a little bit!
Do you like coffee? I'll bring you one.

[ Because he does - he brought his own, which is practically jet fuel and stomach-churning in its strength, but for Emet-Selch he brings a hazelnut latte. It's fancy and smells nice. Maybe he won't find that offensive? It's a thing girls like, so... who knows. Hal's just in usual jeans and a cozy knit and a sweater, warm and comfortable for autumn.

He does knock, but he suspects that the guy will just appear behind him suddenly or something dramatic like that. ]

[sassian]

[Emet-Selch did not bother answering the text, but he did answer the door, in an entirely mundane way.]

Ah, Hal. Do come in.

[He makes a sweeping gesture toward the interior of his apartment, which has been redecorated since Hal's last visit. Furniture and decoration are still sparse, but the place now has a very Art Deco style, rather than the typical Prismal style.]

Oh, and is this coffee you've brought? It smells quite pleasant.

[codecmoment]

[ Score, he DID approve. Hal held the carry out cup to his host, inviting himself in. ]

I got you a fancier one, since I don't think you'd like the tar I drink to live.

[sassian]

[Emet-Selch accepted the coffe, holding it up under his nose to take in the aroma more deeply.]

Thank you, that was most considerate.

[Truth be told, he would have preferred one of those pumpkin spice concoctions, but this was perfectly nice too.... And he did have some manners.

He followed Hal inside.]

Please, make yourself comfortable.

[codecmoment]

[ Hal's a good boy who takes his shoes off before entering a person's home, and finds a couch to sit on before he sips from his portable mug. He had a feeling he may be here for some time, just to listen. Honestly, he had always been curious, but with Emet-Selch's theatrics, this may take... longer than needed. Maybe. ]

You don't dress down even in your own home? Huh.

[sassian]

Ah, I am rather a creature of habit, I must confess, and have grown quite used to this particular ensemble. I do at least change into bedclothes when I sleep.

[He shrugs and takes a seat in a rather oversized chair. He takes a sip of his latte before continuing.]

Well, you came here for my tale, so I suppose it is about time I told it.

[codecmoment]

I'm here.

[ Hal angles his body towards him, leaning forward, engaged and eager. ]

[sassian]

[Emet-Selch nodded, took another sip, and continued.]

Thousands upon thousands of years ago, when my world was as it should be, there were a people, towering in stature, intellect, and potency. My people.

We tended to our world as doting stewards, and we created wonders, using only the vast potency of our life-forces and our imaginations. We wanted for nothing and, thus having no need for jealousy, had no conflict with one another that could not be resolved by spirited, civilized debate.

You caught a glimpse of us, did you not? Cloaked and masked, as was our custom.

[He paused to take a sip and watched Hal, over the lid of his latte.]

[codecmoment]

[ ... what the hell does "potency" mean in this context... ]

I did, yeah. You make it sound like a utopia.

[sassian]

It was a Utopia, yes. But, alas, it did not last the eons that it could have. A calamity came upon us.

A mysterious phenomenon turned our powers of creation against us. It spread throughout the world, causing our peoples darkest fears to be given form, rather than the wonders we wished to manifest.

Soon we were beset be horrible beats, rivers of blood, fire raining from the skies. Our whole star and all of her people were on the brink of annihilation.

[codecmoment]

[ Well, big world-ending calamities happen now and then - the meteor, the ice age, the Black Plague, the current climate crisis... ]

How come you're alive, then?

[sassian]

Because we managed to save what was left of it, at least temporarily. Using every bit of strength we could muster, we of the Convocation of Fourteen--thirteen of us, anyway--called fourth the greatest Creation of all: Zodiark, the very will of our star given form!

[He paused his narration, one hand outstretched, waiting for Hal's reaction]

[codecmoment]

Your planet was sentient?

[ Hal just blinks at him. Though, magic and such... why not, right? Like Captain Planet or something from anime. ]

[sassian]

Just so. We called on Zodiark to save our world from utter destruction, and so He did. We called upon Him again to restore the ruin that had been made of nature, and it was done. Such was His power.

[codecmoment]

Then why are you in a cloned body?

[sassian]

[Sigh]

I will get to that, presently. I told you before, it is a long story.

[codecmoment]

Sorry.

[ He leans back slightly and curls himself up, becoming smaller. ]

[sassian]

[Emet-Selch took a sip of his latte, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.]

Zodiark was powerful, and despite all he had done for us, for our very star, there were those who feared His power. They called forth another, equal and opposite to Him: Hydaelyn

[He pronounced the name with utter contempt, a dark expression worn on his features.]

[codecmoment]

[ This sounds political. ]

So did they fight?