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Class: Monk
Title: Childhood’s End
Summary: At the end of the conflict with Zemus, Palom realizes that somewhere along the journey, he's changed.
Characters/Pairings: Palom, Porom, Mysidian Elder. Mentions of other characters.
Word Count: 705
Warnings/Notes: Written for the moogle-workshop-wide-prompt forthe_404_error. Not particularly compliant with the After Years.
Up in the Tower of Wishes, the magic of their prayers finally died down, leaving them standing in an uncomfortable silence. Edward still looked worried, Yang concerned, and beside Palom, Porom had her head ducked, whispering something in a low voice. Palom understood his sister's worry. Above them, on the moon, a man they'd come to know as a brother was battling against the ancient evil that had caused the world such problems.
Palom began to fidget, sighing in frustration as he snuck a glance at the Elder. The Elder's hands were folded before him, his face serene. Palom huffed and crossed his arms, while Porom absently shushed him. In spite of how annoying it was, the elder's calmness reminded Palom of all those lessons, the ones about patience, responsibility, duty and everything else. They had always seemed so frightfully dull, and he'd never really taken those old sayings seriously.
Now, he wasn’t so sure he could dismiss the elder’s words.
Something felt different, since he and his sister had awoken from stone. Maybe it was a current in the air, or that faint hint of malice that Palom knew was emanating down from the moon.
Back before Golbez had made his move for the crystals, Palom had done as he’d pleased. He'd taken note only of the lessons that he found himself interested in, while dismissing the drier magical-development theories with a hint of derision. What use did he have to constrain himself to the learnings of those with lesser minds?
He practiced his magic by feel and by instinct, and his raw talent had gotten him through the worst of his tests. Though Palom neglected many of his studies, he was still counted among Mysidia’s most promising students. The Mysidians had called him a genius, and he'd taken great pride in how easily he'd achieved such status.
It had taken the Dark Knight's return to Mysidia to knock Palom from his ways. With a few words and a promise, he had been swept into an adventure beyond imagining, a story the likes of which only bards would sing of. Saving the world? Pitting himself against the Lunar Archfiends, and feeling the terrifying undercurrent of Golbez’s hatred? Taking part in an adventure that went all the way to the moon?
Somewhere along the way, Palom realized that he had changed. He wasn't certain of when it had occurred, only that it had. Perhaps it was witnessing Cecil's transformation into a paladin, that day atop Mount Ordeals. Perhaps it was coming to understand the sacrifices that had ensured that Cecil continued on, or the ripples of betrayal that had attempted to hinder that journey. Maybe it was listening to Tellah's stories of his lost daughter, a victim of naught but happenstance.
It was with those stray memories of the old Sage, that the gravity of the situation struck Palom.
Should Zeromus win – should Cecil die, a worried thought intruded – then the whole world was going to perish. There would be no more time for childish pranks, no more time to learn that last vital piece of magic, no second chance to realize his potential.
If Zeromus won, the defense of the Earth would fall to those in the Tower, and after sensing the terrifying might of Zemus' pawn and the Archfiends, Palom was no longer so sure in his ability to win when it counted.
The world had changed when Zemus had played his hand, and so had Earth's people. No longer could Palom look at the world as a joke, as a friendly place where he could drift along, content with his own raw talent. The world needed him to be the best he could be. He needed to be a better mage, a wiser man, a more dedicated student.
Palom shot Porom a quick glance, to where she sat cross-legged at his side. She met his eyes briefly, but in that moment, Palom knew that she'd come to much the same conclusion, minutes ago. He pouted a little, appalled that he'd been so slow on the uptake, before sighing. Porom took his hand and squeezed it reassuring.
No matter what the outcome of Cecil's battle, Palom knew that they'd face the future together.
Username:zerrat
Class: Monk
Title: An Attempt at Tranquility
Summary: While Cecil and the others fight Zeromus, the rest of the party is left to distract themselves from the anxious wait.
Characters/Pairings: Edward, Palom, Porom, Yang.
Word Count: 739
"-and the knight stood tall, his betrothed at his left, his childhood friend at his right, his courage like iron and his will like fire." Edward plucked a few notes on his harp, keeping a steady eye on his audience, ignoring the growing feeling of tension in the air. While the village of Mysidia was quiet and serene, the battle that raged above them was never far from his mind, and because of that, his heart was not truly on his song.
On the ground, in the cool shadow of where they sheltered near the Tower of Wishes, Porom looked enthralled by his latest tale, while Palom – the very boy who'd requested that Edward take the time to entertain them – simply looked bored.
Edward didn't have to wait long to find out why.
"Couldn't you have picked a better story?" Palom asked, before being soundly smacked on the back of the head by his sister. "You're a bard, don't you know anything else?"
Before Edward could offer any alternatives that might have pleased the boy, Porom cut in.
"He's also a king," Porom reminded Palom severely, and she seated herself back on the grass. "Where are your manners?"
"You're one to talk, you should act more like a lady, cutting in the way you do," Palom replied airily, ducking away from her next swat. "But couldn't you tell the one about the eight dwarven warlords? Or the one about the Mini Prince! Oh, maybe you could do the one about the silenced sorcerer and his quest for the echo screen-"
"Those are all comedies!"
"…so what?! They're better than your melodramatic favourites!"
Edward suspected that much of young Porom's wrath was due to her brother interrupting the story just as it reached its climax, rather than a true irritation at his continued, dismal decorum. If there was one thing he'd learned on his travels, it was that songs were quite the serious matter to some of the more pedantic folk. It would seem that his current audience was included in that assessment…
He hid a small smile behind his hand, and with a wise man's caution, Edward decided to avoid being drawn into the growing argument.
"An interesting pair, indeed," Yang said with a laugh, from where he still stood at Edward's right. The monk had been silent thus far, merely content to listen and observe. Edward welcomed the distraction.
"How so?" Edward asked, still watching the twins as their argument skyrocketed. Through mere chance, it seemed, he'd not had the chance to get to know them well, but their intelligence had been immediately apparent – as had their conflicting ideology. "They are gifted, I shall give them that."
Yang made a sound of approval. "Quick, is what I say, and not just in their magic. The boy asks for a story, to ease our fears and our worry, and when it doesn't work, the two of them distract us with an argument. Unsubtle, but touching nonetheless."
Edward hadn't really considered that aspect, but in hindsight, he nodded in agreement with Yang's assessment. He was glad that he could partially distract himself with his music, and gladder still that his work could work in easing the worry of others.
"The… mundane nature of their argument is almost comical, given our situation." Edward resisted the urge to peer up at the looming visage of the moon. "Up there, our friends could be dying, and still we must wait. It's…"
"Disquieting," Yang finished for him, his eyes crinkling into a warm smile. "But please. If it would not trouble you so, I would love to hear the rest of your tale."
Edward nodded, murmuring a quick Silence Verse under his breath, and was satisfied as the loud argument between the twins was immediately cut off. Turning to Palom and Porom, both of whom had turned an astonishing shade of red at having been out-magicked by a simple bard, Edward said with a smile,
"Now, Palom, Porom, if you do not mind, I would finish my story. Your efforts have been noted and appreciated, however."
Palom huffed and flopped back down on the ground, while Porom shrugged apologetically. Edward's fingers lingered on the harp's strings, and he picked up the song where he'd left off – this time, pouring his heart and soul into the music, until the worries of the world were lost to them and all that was left was the music.
Title: The Sage's Legacy
Author:zerrat
Team: Monk
Characters/Pairings: Palom, Edward, references to Tellah.
Summary: Palom intends to follow Tellah's legacy.
Word Count: 100
Warnings/Notes: The title references both Palom's intentions to become a Sage like Tellah, and also Tellah's rather… questionable insults.
The best ideas often come at inappropriate times, and it's while they pray that Palom decides on how to spend his life. He'd be the best Sage around! Waiting until the prayers were done takes all his restraint, and finally, Palom saunters up to where Edward is sitting. Without preamble, Palom clocks the bard on the head.
"You spoony bard!"
What better way to announce he'd follow Tellah's legacy? Edward stares at him, and Palom hears Porom heave a long-suffering sigh in the background. The seconds pass, and finally Edward smiles.
"I'm certain you shall be a fine Sage, Palom."
zerratClass: Monk
Title: Childhood’s End
Summary: At the end of the conflict with Zemus, Palom realizes that somewhere along the journey, he's changed.
Characters/Pairings: Palom, Porom, Mysidian Elder. Mentions of other characters.
Word Count: 705
Warnings/Notes: Written for the moogle-workshop-wide-prompt for
the_404_error. Not particularly compliant with the After Years.Up in the Tower of Wishes, the magic of their prayers finally died down, leaving them standing in an uncomfortable silence. Edward still looked worried, Yang concerned, and beside Palom, Porom had her head ducked, whispering something in a low voice. Palom understood his sister's worry. Above them, on the moon, a man they'd come to know as a brother was battling against the ancient evil that had caused the world such problems.
Palom began to fidget, sighing in frustration as he snuck a glance at the Elder. The Elder's hands were folded before him, his face serene. Palom huffed and crossed his arms, while Porom absently shushed him. In spite of how annoying it was, the elder's calmness reminded Palom of all those lessons, the ones about patience, responsibility, duty and everything else. They had always seemed so frightfully dull, and he'd never really taken those old sayings seriously.
Now, he wasn’t so sure he could dismiss the elder’s words.
Something felt different, since he and his sister had awoken from stone. Maybe it was a current in the air, or that faint hint of malice that Palom knew was emanating down from the moon.
Back before Golbez had made his move for the crystals, Palom had done as he’d pleased. He'd taken note only of the lessons that he found himself interested in, while dismissing the drier magical-development theories with a hint of derision. What use did he have to constrain himself to the learnings of those with lesser minds?
He practiced his magic by feel and by instinct, and his raw talent had gotten him through the worst of his tests. Though Palom neglected many of his studies, he was still counted among Mysidia’s most promising students. The Mysidians had called him a genius, and he'd taken great pride in how easily he'd achieved such status.
It had taken the Dark Knight's return to Mysidia to knock Palom from his ways. With a few words and a promise, he had been swept into an adventure beyond imagining, a story the likes of which only bards would sing of. Saving the world? Pitting himself against the Lunar Archfiends, and feeling the terrifying undercurrent of Golbez’s hatred? Taking part in an adventure that went all the way to the moon?
Somewhere along the way, Palom realized that he had changed. He wasn't certain of when it had occurred, only that it had. Perhaps it was witnessing Cecil's transformation into a paladin, that day atop Mount Ordeals. Perhaps it was coming to understand the sacrifices that had ensured that Cecil continued on, or the ripples of betrayal that had attempted to hinder that journey. Maybe it was listening to Tellah's stories of his lost daughter, a victim of naught but happenstance.
It was with those stray memories of the old Sage, that the gravity of the situation struck Palom.
Should Zeromus win – should Cecil die, a worried thought intruded – then the whole world was going to perish. There would be no more time for childish pranks, no more time to learn that last vital piece of magic, no second chance to realize his potential.
If Zeromus won, the defense of the Earth would fall to those in the Tower, and after sensing the terrifying might of Zemus' pawn and the Archfiends, Palom was no longer so sure in his ability to win when it counted.
The world had changed when Zemus had played his hand, and so had Earth's people. No longer could Palom look at the world as a joke, as a friendly place where he could drift along, content with his own raw talent. The world needed him to be the best he could be. He needed to be a better mage, a wiser man, a more dedicated student.
Palom shot Porom a quick glance, to where she sat cross-legged at his side. She met his eyes briefly, but in that moment, Palom knew that she'd come to much the same conclusion, minutes ago. He pouted a little, appalled that he'd been so slow on the uptake, before sighing. Porom took his hand and squeezed it reassuring.
No matter what the outcome of Cecil's battle, Palom knew that they'd face the future together.
Username:
zerratClass: Monk
Title: An Attempt at Tranquility
Summary: While Cecil and the others fight Zeromus, the rest of the party is left to distract themselves from the anxious wait.
Characters/Pairings: Edward, Palom, Porom, Yang.
Word Count: 739
"-and the knight stood tall, his betrothed at his left, his childhood friend at his right, his courage like iron and his will like fire." Edward plucked a few notes on his harp, keeping a steady eye on his audience, ignoring the growing feeling of tension in the air. While the village of Mysidia was quiet and serene, the battle that raged above them was never far from his mind, and because of that, his heart was not truly on his song.
On the ground, in the cool shadow of where they sheltered near the Tower of Wishes, Porom looked enthralled by his latest tale, while Palom – the very boy who'd requested that Edward take the time to entertain them – simply looked bored.
Edward didn't have to wait long to find out why.
"Couldn't you have picked a better story?" Palom asked, before being soundly smacked on the back of the head by his sister. "You're a bard, don't you know anything else?"
Before Edward could offer any alternatives that might have pleased the boy, Porom cut in.
"He's also a king," Porom reminded Palom severely, and she seated herself back on the grass. "Where are your manners?"
"You're one to talk, you should act more like a lady, cutting in the way you do," Palom replied airily, ducking away from her next swat. "But couldn't you tell the one about the eight dwarven warlords? Or the one about the Mini Prince! Oh, maybe you could do the one about the silenced sorcerer and his quest for the echo screen-"
"Those are all comedies!"
"…so what?! They're better than your melodramatic favourites!"
Edward suspected that much of young Porom's wrath was due to her brother interrupting the story just as it reached its climax, rather than a true irritation at his continued, dismal decorum. If there was one thing he'd learned on his travels, it was that songs were quite the serious matter to some of the more pedantic folk. It would seem that his current audience was included in that assessment…
He hid a small smile behind his hand, and with a wise man's caution, Edward decided to avoid being drawn into the growing argument.
"An interesting pair, indeed," Yang said with a laugh, from where he still stood at Edward's right. The monk had been silent thus far, merely content to listen and observe. Edward welcomed the distraction.
"How so?" Edward asked, still watching the twins as their argument skyrocketed. Through mere chance, it seemed, he'd not had the chance to get to know them well, but their intelligence had been immediately apparent – as had their conflicting ideology. "They are gifted, I shall give them that."
Yang made a sound of approval. "Quick, is what I say, and not just in their magic. The boy asks for a story, to ease our fears and our worry, and when it doesn't work, the two of them distract us with an argument. Unsubtle, but touching nonetheless."
Edward hadn't really considered that aspect, but in hindsight, he nodded in agreement with Yang's assessment. He was glad that he could partially distract himself with his music, and gladder still that his work could work in easing the worry of others.
"The… mundane nature of their argument is almost comical, given our situation." Edward resisted the urge to peer up at the looming visage of the moon. "Up there, our friends could be dying, and still we must wait. It's…"
"Disquieting," Yang finished for him, his eyes crinkling into a warm smile. "But please. If it would not trouble you so, I would love to hear the rest of your tale."
Edward nodded, murmuring a quick Silence Verse under his breath, and was satisfied as the loud argument between the twins was immediately cut off. Turning to Palom and Porom, both of whom had turned an astonishing shade of red at having been out-magicked by a simple bard, Edward said with a smile,
"Now, Palom, Porom, if you do not mind, I would finish my story. Your efforts have been noted and appreciated, however."
Palom huffed and flopped back down on the ground, while Porom shrugged apologetically. Edward's fingers lingered on the harp's strings, and he picked up the song where he'd left off – this time, pouring his heart and soul into the music, until the worries of the world were lost to them and all that was left was the music.
Title: The Sage's Legacy
Author:
zerratTeam: Monk
Characters/Pairings: Palom, Edward, references to Tellah.
Summary: Palom intends to follow Tellah's legacy.
Word Count: 100
Warnings/Notes: The title references both Palom's intentions to become a Sage like Tellah, and also Tellah's rather… questionable insults.
The best ideas often come at inappropriate times, and it's while they pray that Palom decides on how to spend his life. He'd be the best Sage around! Waiting until the prayers were done takes all his restraint, and finally, Palom saunters up to where Edward is sitting. Without preamble, Palom clocks the bard on the head.
"You spoony bard!"
What better way to announce he'd follow Tellah's legacy? Edward stares at him, and Palom hears Porom heave a long-suffering sigh in the background. The seconds pass, and finally Edward smiles.
"I'm certain you shall be a fine Sage, Palom."