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[On Saturday morning, as the blizzard dissipates to a gentler snowfall, a seven-year-old boy wakes up in the village. He might look a little familiar if you squint... Mithos didn't wake up in his bed in his nice warm house with his sister in the next bed over smiling and saying good morning like always. Instead, he woke up on the cold and not very nice ground outside, and his sister was nowhere to be seen. This was a first in his short life. He was very scared, but he didn't cry. Except maybe a little, because it was a really scary thing to have happen. But he reasoned that he's here, so his sister must be here too because they're never very far apart.

The buildings around him don't look the same as the ones in his town, and he wonders where he is and how he got here. His sister must be looking for him right now, and he will wait for her because he is a good brother. He sees a funny little book with his name on it, sitting in the snow nearby, and he picks it up. It must be his if his name is on the front. It is very cold outside. Snow is falling down. He shivers and hugs himself and wishes he had his sister. And a coat. His back feels funny too, but backs are hard to reach. He decides to crouch in the doorway of one of the buildings to hide from the wind and snow, but he doesn't go inside because he does not know who lives there and he does not want to get in trouble for being somewhere he isn't supposed to be.

He opens the weird book and sees a lot of blank space to write in. There's even a pencil to write with. He'll do that while he waits for his sister. She will be here soon, and then he can stop being cold and scared. In careful, childish letters, he starts:]

[WRITTEN]

A Story by Mithos Yggdrasill [...there. That sounds pretty legit. 8|a What next...?]

Once thare was a boy. He had a big sister who was reely nice and they had a lots of fun together. He was reely nice to, so everyone wanted to be frends with him.

One day the boy and his sister had to go into the scary woods. Thare was a big monster in the woods and it was reely mean and bad and everybody else was scared of it but it had to be stopped because it kept eating all the food. The boy wasn't scared of it. He was reely brave and he knew he was safe with his big sister. [...and so on. Any literary critics want to jump in on this riveting tale?]

[MORE ACTION]

[Thoughout the day, he can be found here and there in the village. Nobody can seem to keep an eye on him for more than 15 minutes at a time... Because he's still waiting for his sister and she still hasn't found him and he's really worried and scared. So maybe he should find her instead. The steadily falling snow will not be enough to deter this tiny juggernaut of brotherly affection as he pokes around the unfamiliar village.

In the evening, after Kaori has shown him how, he will make a super important public address.]

[VOICE]

Um...hello everyone... [ohmygod he is so nervous, because he's never talked to so many people at one time before. but he keeps going. fidget fidget.] Has anybody seen my sister? I don't know where she is, a-and I haven't even seen her all day long. Her name is Martel... She's really tall and nice and she has lots of green hair.

[Um, what else? ...Oh!] She likes smiling, so she'll probably be smiling if you see her.

Please help me if you can, because I really wanna find her... [sdjfgsdf shutting the weird book now! >////< The lengths he goes to for his big sister...]

[OOC NOTE: Because I'm about as original as Luke fon Fabre. (rimshot!) Mithos here was mallynapped about a week ago, but I didn't feel like taking up more space in your flist than necessary. Tags will be happening with imasapling, and chronologically the last action thread will be Kaori. BUT HAVE AT IT, EVERYWHERE.]

[Mid-morning is drawing near, and the house is too quiet. Martel should have been awake already. Despite the uncertainty that has settled heavily between him and his sister, there are plenty of things Mithos does still know about her, and this is definitely out of the ordinary. Softly, he knocks at her door. No reply. With a knot of worry tightening in his stomach, he carefully pushes the door open to look inside and...

He's greeted by an empty room. No sister, none of her personal possessions. No sign that anyone had ever occupied this space. Only one conclusion sits at the end of this equation. Numbness overtakes his body and heart. Desperate, his mind fights against the truth; he runs for his journal and hastily, shakily, flips it open.]

[VOICE - filtered to Martel | filter VOIDED]

Martel? Martel! Where are--

[--He stops. The filter isn't working. She can't hear this. His journal falls from his hands and the feed ends. The chilling realization that she's gone pierces him as suddenly as the first time she was taken from him. Classic vertigo. He doesn't know how to breathe properly. He forgets how to stand on two feet and slowly crumples to the floor. He doesn't fall to pieces; that would imply that there's something left to break. Whatever remains is quickly grinding to dust. He lets it out, the pain that's rapidly smothering him from the inside. But no matter how much he diffuses, there's still more to take its place.]

[ACTION - AFTERNOON]

[He's scraped himself up off the floor (for now) and run out of tears (for now), and he needs someone to blame. Anyone. He doesn't care. The only truth of the world: Martel is gone, and he deserves compensation for his loss. Everyone owes him something, and he owes them retribution. Mithos prowls the village, looking for any and all opportunities to inflict some of his own pain on a scapegoat.

Later, when he's exhausted his body but his hurt and rage continue to burn, when he's hit the point where he can't feel any emptier, he reaches for the journal again. It's all he can think to do.]

[VOICE - filtered to Kaori| 100%]

...Can I come see you?

[ooc: For my own sake, chronologically the threads flow as follows: Frey, Nephry/Dist, Jeb, Silver, Grune/Dhaos, Kratos, Kaori.]

[It isn't easy, having your eyes pried open and forced to look at a truth you never wanted to see. A few days have passed since Martel looked straight at him and explained that what he had done was wrong, and each minute since then as crawled by slowly, weighed down with tension. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong... The word echoes off the walls of Mithos's gutted heart. He doesn't know what to do or how to feel or what to think. He has spent the past four thousand years trying to organize his world according to strict formulas - it's the only way to get by without being crushed underneath the weight of reality. If it is a human, it can never be trusted; if someone disagrees with him, he lashes out against them; etc. This is where he stumbles. He can't hate his sister. He can't be angry with her. He just can't...it defies everything he knows. So he's left with nowhere to go.

The only coherent thought he can piece together is that he has to prove himself right. Then everything will fall back into place, and Martel will agree with him, like she is supposed to... He also has his own ridiculous uncertainties to finally quell. He opens his journal, pen poised. With his left hand, he covers the journal's camera; no picture will appear with this transmission, only darkness.]

[WRITTEN | filtered away from Yuan; Raine and Lloyd's other groupies; and, as a bizarre afterthought, Martel - 100%]

With this being one world composed from many different ones, it is inevitable that there exists a high level of diversity. Even in each world, different races and groups of people inhabit the land, and predictably, prejudices rise up across groups. Discrimination follows on its heels.

I find myself curious: how would you paint the situation in your own world?

What are your own thoughts toward those who are different from yourself? What are your personal experiences with discrimination and prejudice?

[ACTION]

[And later, Mithos quietly slips outside; he can't stay cooped up in the house much longer. His confusion is suffocating. Martel feels so far away even though she's under the same roof, and it just hurts. He sticks to the edges of town, hoping to avoid anyone and everyone. Doesn't mean he'll have any luck with that, though.]

[The first thing the audio feed picks up is a thudding noise: it is the unfortunately familiar sound of a journal falling to the ground in the moment of chaos generally brought on during one of the kidnappings to which Luceti’s inhabitants are so prone. Directly following this is the tail-end of a command, given in a voice that sounds irate at best.]

--nd me immeditately!

[The ongoing sounds of struggle, muffled by the journal’s facedown position. Chance for escape is non-existent, but there is something to be said for Mithos's stubbornness. (A lot of things to be said, actually...)]

Martel! If you can hear this, don't worry about me; I'll be back soon! [He would have preferred to filter that privately, but...circumstances. Journal far down on the ground and him being captive and all. What is important is that she receives the message, even if he knows that she'll worry regardless. He can at least take some comfort in the fact that she is safely back at the house and far away from the Malnosso's droids.

More muffled sounds, difficult to discern, and then nothingness as the feed cuts out.]

[The news of his sister’s engagement came as unexpected to Mithos, even though it probably shouldn’t have. Raine has been with Jack since before he had even been born; he’s known the man his entire life. He’s always accepted it as the norm, and despite the over-protectiveness he harbors for his one and only sister, he entrusts her wellness to the strange, strange man. But getting married is always a big deal, isn’t it? The supposedly unbreakable bonds of marriage have always been part of an odd, grey area in their family, marred by the conspicuous absence of a father Mithos never knew. But whom Raine had known. He just wants to make sure his family is in good hands.]

[written | locked to Jack Sparrow – 50%]

Jack,

I trust you to take good care of Raine. She’s my only sister, and she deserves to have all the happiness in the world. You’ve done fairly well these past nearly fifteen years that I’ve watched, and even before then, but that doesn’t mean you can start slacking off anytime soon.

Your soon-to-be brother-in-law,
Mithos

[A short while after relaying this message, he can be found all about the village plaza. The mission: find something that suitably says “Congratulations, beloved sister of mine, you’re getting married!”, and within the budget of his slim allowance. There is no tradition that dictates such a thing, but he feels it’s necessary anyway. Feel free to run into him at any point on his trip, which includes the flower shop, the clothing store, and the general item shop, as well as on the way from and back to Community Housing 2. Of course, he’ll stop and rest by the fountain at some point too.]

[An ooc side note: Some replies may come from imatreestill, my shiny new side-account created for icon purposes because I'm cheap like that. DON'T BE ALARMED.]

[When there is far too much on his mind (like now, like always), Mithos finds that it is somewhat helpful to go on long walks about the village. He tends to stick to the outskirts, where people are sparser. Better yet, he occasionally slips into the forest itself, where people are practically nonexistent. (Go ahead, prove him egregiously wrong.)

The New Feather cycle has ended. New arrivals stopped trickling in weeks ago, but he had clung to the hope that Martel would appear any day. Only recently has he accepted defeat. . –No, not accepted; he would never accept a world without his sister. It’s only temporary. Even so...the disappointment is relentlessly sharp, only exacerbated by the nature of the most recent shift.

But the waiting. The being unable to do anything.

He’s at the threshold of realizing that in this world even he is as helpless, has as little control, as anyone else. Realizing, but not accepting it. It is as he told Raine: the instant he stops fighting, it’s the same as abandoning Martel. A conundrum, a paradox. He can’t do anything, but he can’t do nothing either. He hasn’t felt so completely cornered since a time long past, before he ever became the great hero of legend, back when it was just him and Martel.

Then there are certain startling facts he has learned regarding what happened to the world after Lloyd defeated him. The implications. The hundreds of questions he still has.

And there is one more thing, something that remarkably has nothing to do with his sister. At some point in the afternoon, Mithos pauses to rest beneath a tree, taking out his journal. He stares down at it. Every time he takes a small step forward, every time he starts to let go and just freefall, the same doubts come rising up inside him. He opens the journal.]

[voice | filtered to Kaori – 100% unhackable]

.....Kaori? Can I...ask you something?