"The Pillar of this world, Naut, chooses some of us every so often to Ascend. We are granted additional powers and abilities, and are trained to use them for the good of all worlds. I will have some choice in which worlds I go to, but if a world needs our help, all of the ascended are expected to rise to the occasion once their training has been completed.
He sighed and rubbed at the back of his head. "Nita is a friend in this world, and a close one. Link has taken it in his head to imagine I am in love with her." A cough, a sweat drop. "quite possibly because he is 12." and quite possibly because of how much Clef ribs him about his own love life. Engaged at 12, and in serious crush with someone else... how could he resist?
Okay.... wow. Um.... "It isn;t that it has been that long, Sierra. I am... I am far too old for one year to affect my memory that badly." another cough. As I see it, there are two possibilities, one I give more credence to than the other. The first is a reality storm. This place is subjected to them frequently. I am trying to find a way to shield oneself from the effects, but have thus far failed. These storms can be small things, like the time we all had our armor changed and masks put on our face and were trapped in some sort of party venue." Which... was when he first started crushing on Nita, but never mind that now.
"However, more recently was one of the more complete ones. People forgot each other, or remembered them differently. We remembered our own lives differently. This was the second storm of that magnitude I have suffered here. Both led me to believe I was from the Magic Knights' world. This last one made Link think he was 17, and not just think it, he looked the part. He woke up taller, and injured. So there is the possibility of a storm, making you remember me when we have not met, or making me forget you. If it is a storm, then the effects should fade within two weeks. But I doubt it is a storm, as we have just had one and they rarely come so swiftly. Of course I may even be remembering a storm that never happened."
His grip on his staff tightened for a moment. Someone was having identity issues in this place and hated it.
There is... another possibility. Not everyone arrives from the same time, or even the same world. Sometimes they may seem like they are from the same world, however..." How to explain this...? He gestured with the wand, and floating before them were several apples, all but one red, the last one was green. Three oranges. One green pear. Someone might still be thinking like he was from earth. But to be fair, the storm JUST ended.
"If these were a representation of the worlds, we are used to thinking of different worlds like this..." the pear, one orange and one red apple floated up. "Each obviously and markedly different. But apparently, some are like this. He let all but the apple sink down and brought up one green apple to float beside it. "Both the same kind of fruit, but a different colour, and a different taste. But even here" the green apple dropped and another red apple rose, and he rotated them both to show each was slightly different at the base. "They might seem identical, but they're not. More, even if they were from the outside, one could have a worm. But both would seem fine until you open it."
He sighed and absorbed the fruit into a gem. Apparently they'd be having fruit salad or fruit stew for dinner. "It is possible you and I are both from Ceipho, but versions that are different in subtle ways, as well as the more obvious way. In my world, Presea is an only child who spends an inordinate amount of time tormenting Mokona. I... I always felt that it seemed as though she was missing something in her life. Perhaps on some level... she was missing you. Aware that she was supposed to have a sister that our world never gave her."
He reached up, and if Sierra would allow, he'd take her hand gently. "I may be from a world where I never had the honour of meeting you, but that simply means that we get to have the pleasure of getting to know each other now, does it not?" He was trying to make her feel better, was trying to make a friendly gesture. Because any sister of Presea's from any world was welcome in his life, in his home. He had no idea how she saw him, however, and how such an innocent gesture might seem like more....
So much angst. I love it.
He sighed and rubbed at the back of his head. "Nita is a friend in this world, and a close one. Link has taken it in his head to imagine I am in love with her." A cough, a sweat drop. "quite possibly because he is 12." and quite possibly because of how much Clef ribs him about his own love life. Engaged at 12, and in serious crush with someone else... how could he resist?
Okay.... wow. Um.... "It isn;t that it has been that long, Sierra. I am... I am far too old for one year to affect my memory that badly." another cough. As I see it, there are two possibilities, one I give more credence to than the other. The first is a reality storm. This place is subjected to them frequently. I am trying to find a way to shield oneself from the effects, but have thus far failed. These storms can be small things, like the time we all had our armor changed and masks put on our face and were trapped in some sort of party venue." Which... was when he first started crushing on Nita, but never mind that now.
"However, more recently was one of the more complete ones. People forgot each other, or remembered them differently. We remembered our own lives differently. This was the second storm of that magnitude I have suffered here. Both led me to believe I was from the Magic Knights' world. This last one made Link think he was 17, and not just think it, he looked the part. He woke up taller, and injured. So there is the possibility of a storm, making you remember me when we have not met, or making me forget you. If it is a storm, then the effects should fade within two weeks. But I doubt it is a storm, as we have just had one and they rarely come so swiftly. Of course I may even be remembering a storm that never happened."
His grip on his staff tightened for a moment. Someone was having identity issues in this place and hated it.
There is... another possibility. Not everyone arrives from the same time, or even the same world. Sometimes they may seem like they are from the same world, however..." How to explain this...? He gestured with the wand, and floating before them were several apples, all but one red, the last one was green. Three oranges. One green pear. Someone might still be thinking like he was from earth. But to be fair, the storm JUST ended.
"If these were a representation of the worlds, we are used to thinking of different worlds like this..." the pear, one orange and one red apple floated up. "Each obviously and markedly different. But apparently, some are like this. He let all but the apple sink down and brought up one green apple to float beside it. "Both the same kind of fruit, but a different colour, and a different taste. But even here" the green apple dropped and another red apple rose, and he rotated them both to show each was slightly different at the base. "They might seem identical, but they're not. More, even if they were from the outside, one could have a worm. But both would seem fine until you open it."
He sighed and absorbed the fruit into a gem. Apparently they'd be having fruit salad or fruit stew for dinner. "It is possible you and I are both from Ceipho, but versions that are different in subtle ways, as well as the more obvious way. In my world, Presea is an only child who spends an inordinate amount of time tormenting Mokona. I... I always felt that it seemed as though she was missing something in her life. Perhaps on some level... she was missing you. Aware that she was supposed to have a sister that our world never gave her."
He reached up, and if Sierra would allow, he'd take her hand gently. "I may be from a world where I never had the honour of meeting you, but that simply means that we get to have the pleasure of getting to know each other now, does it not?" He was trying to make her feel better, was trying to make a friendly gesture. Because any sister of Presea's from any world was welcome in his life, in his home. He had no idea how she saw him, however, and how such an innocent gesture might seem like more....