#verses xiii

[s-acrificium]

Verses! Dion

Dion gazed a the statue of the mighty dragon, the one he'd been told all his childhood he would be the weapon. The tool. The vessel of. Brown eyes so distant and tired he gazed at the dragon. Kneeling before the being, he bowed his head the drops of water from the sacred pool dripping.. "I am a tool of Bahamut" The deep, booming voice of the dragon king answered. "Yes.." Eyes lost. He was a Tool "I am going to do what you tell me in order to achieve your goals" Bahamut growled pleased, the sound of its bladed wings spreading rang in his ears. "Yes, and why shall you obey me?" Dion closed his eyes, picturing the boy he had met so long ago. The one sealed away in a crystal, in the heart of the Phoenix. "...because you will make it possible for me to meet that person." " Yes...Now accept my brand, and do my will Dion of the blood Lesage. Uphold the contract made."

Dion had lost the will to fight long ago, his father had beaten into him Screamed it. Hammered it. He was nothing but a tool for the war god. But Dion would do it all...because the one person he kept meeting in dreams, that smiled and made him happy. For that person...He would endure until his life was snuffed out. I'm nothing but a broken vessel of Bahamut, but after my focus is complete...Then I'll offer myself to him, that ghost I keep seeing, and surrender in his loving embrace

Fiction based on reality. This is the haunted, and darkened world of Verses XIII. Dion is Bahamut's plan B, and he will use him to push Noctis towards madness and darkness. Dion's family worshipped the war god, Bahamut and Sylvestre offered his first born to the dragon for power and influence. To make their name great. Dion grew up very sheltered, isolated, and now infected with scourge at the dragons insistence.

His brief moments of happiness happened when he met young Joshua, a boy his age who after disappearing visited him in dreams. Dreams being his one solace away from Sylvestre. The other source of happiness was a young boy named Terence, same age as he but when he started becoming too close Sylvestre sent the other boy away.

Alone. With only Bahamut whispering in his ear, and his sire telling him he must obey the dragon for it is his destiny to serve him. Dion is a broken man, who longs for warmth but never finds it. He must fulfill the mission given to him...

Kill the Insomnian crime lord, underworld king...Regis Lucis Caelum, and set Noctis on the path to accept the fate decreed by Bahamut...

only then can he die and finally...be set free.

[under-theweight]

Verses! Hugo Kupka

Name: Hugo Kupka

Age: 38

Universe: Verses 13

Info: Hugo is descended from a clan that worshipped Titan, the founder and because of this they were blessed by him in powers and even looks. Hugo isn't the only one with this blessing of strength, might, and intellect....another well known bloodline who guarded kings was as well....Hugo became like Gentiana in a way, hearing the voice of Titan and making a pact with him at the age of 14 to freely let himself be used as a vessel. To be close to the earth, he uses his strength in the mining industry looking for crystals, fuel, etc. Always goes with the crew, and when things get dicey for them he is the first to use his body as a Shield for them to be safe. Honestly, the only thing keeping himself looking young is one of the blessings of Titan. He makes his money in this industry, and its his line of expertise that big companies come to him.

He gets a huge kick out of not dressing like a gaudy business man, and yet pulling out a credit card with an unlimited amount...the satisfaction of making people who judge him eat their words. That is priceless. Since Titan is a founder in Eos, Hugo keeps a low profile... and does not do a full transformation ...only partial when going on hunts.

[autumn-lavelle]

Ignoct, and Luminerik

Anyone want to rp the AU stuff I posted? I'm craving Ignoct, like the mushy and lovey passion kind XD. Either Final Fantasy xiv universe or even the mafia type world of Verses xiii...?

With luminerik I just wanted to try and rp the Dragon quest treasures au I posted about lol. But yeah anyone want to RP this? please!?

[bloodsaltedshifting]

@qapsiel || assorted angst prompts || accepting!

🍺  my muse is using an unhealthy coping method (drugs, alcohol, etc, sender specifies) to alleviate their stresses or sorrows (ah yes, a tiny bit of endverse Cas, who used about everything from absinthe to weed to amphetamines)

worry encapsulates dean's features as he kicks an empty bottle of absinthe out of his pathway. another's lifted and put to the tip of his nose and inhaled before he dropped it to the ground and toed it out of the way too. a soft sigh parts his lips, green eyes taking in the scenery of the dark motel room. the air is as stale as the liquor at the bottom of the bottles and the drugs sticking to the insides of the pipes and papers littered around the room.

this isn't right. this isn't supposed to be this way.

dean blanches at the smell. a hand reaches for the overhead light above the table when he doesn't see anyone in the bed. he hasn't called out a name. or done much else to make his presence known other than letting himself into the room with nothing more than a paperclip trick. cheap places like this? aren't up to par on the ol' security measures. no fancy card swipes that make anything a little more difficult.

that's where he finds him. passed out in a chair. a mess of empty glasses and other things that make dean's stomach drop and tighten. lips press together and his chest caves in. the air that rushes out of his nose comes from the pit of his gut. he rounds the table, weary gaze combing over cas's features. he looks like the room. a stale, tattered mess. fingers come out and push through the dark strands of hair on the top of his head. they're bedhead anyway. not gonna do them much harm.

"hey stranger. nice place ya got going on here.. giving raoul duke a run for his money, huh? can't say the look suits ya.."

[halchron]

it's ray chase loving hours today btw

[greenelight]

only   the   elite   of   high   society   could   be   seen   here   among   the   large   crowds   ,   anxious   to   enjoy   a   day   of   what   hopes   to   be   a   promising   wimbledon   tournament.   somewhere   among   these   people   lies   his   next assigned target   ,   &   mason   had   done   his   best   to   look   the   part   to   blend   into   this   crowd   ,   donning   a   casual   but   very   fashionable   sporty   attire that was nothing but expensive designer brands.   he   had   a   basic   idea   of   where   his   target   would   end   up   sitting   ,   but   he   wasn't   about   to   go   march   over   there & do the job   just   yet.   in   a   place   so   public   like   this   ,   it's   best   to   take   your   time   &   wait   for   the   perfect   opening   that   would   allow   you   to   strike   in   a   discreet   manner   ,   so   all   he   can   do   is   wait   &   attempt   to   mingle   with   the   others   &   gather   more   intel.   as   he   makes   his   way   through   the   crowd   ,   his   mind   wanders   just   a   bit   ,   still   focused   on   the   messages   he   was   sending   @gunbash   , an enemy agent , just   days   before.   he   shakes   it   off   ,   not   wanting   to   let   it   linger   too   long   in   his   mind   ,   but   then   , as   if   he   had   conjured   it   up through his thoughts   ,   there   he   was   ,   dressed   casually   as   well   as   he   stands   there   looking   at   him   ,   almost as   if   he's   seen   a   ghost.   this   is   the   first   time   sebastian   moran   looked   at   him   in   any   other   way   than   with   that   infamous charming   smile of his   ,   &   mason   knew   the   reason   why that is.   he   had   hurt   him   ━━   inadvertently ,   but   he   still   hurt   him   &   he   had   hoped   it   would   be   a   while   before   he'd   have   to   deal   with   him   again   ,   but   fate   ,   apparently   ,   had   other   plans.   with   a   deep   breath   ,   he   takes   a   swig   from   his   champagne   glass   &   begins   to   walk   away   ,   not   ready   to   have   this   conversation   &   frankly   ,   he   didn't   really   have   the   time.   maybe in   another   life   ,   he   texted   to   him whilst under the influence of cheap hotel alcohol   .   .   .   it's   amazing   how   four   words   could   cause   such   earth   shattering   heart   ache.

[nanakithewarrior]

From this post~ || @azure-steel

"Maybe I won't... if the plan was to try and pick a lock with my paws like you people do. I find mine to work best on the ground... or to strike at unsuspecting faces." The beast shoots a taunting glare up at his traveling companion, not skipping a step in their walk. His lanky shoulder blades continue rolling in their rhythmic back and forth with each stride beside the moving pair of leather boots next to him.

"Locks are a problem created for a species that relies on hands; luckily for me, I do not belong to that minority." Red explains. "Most creatures on the Planet feel the world through their nose and mouth, and so do I. Mine are much more trustworthy problem-solvers than yours will ever be."

[ser4h]

001.   the seaside ,  as the sun is setting .

once , loneliness was a concept unknown. evenings would be spent with sister or with snow. both were gone now , and she was the girl left behind. each day was greeted with the same hope , she would see them again. to think other wise would be to give up, and that was something serah refused to do. faith. she had to give them that , place her trust. lightning was alive , despite every sign otherwise. something in her heart, an instinct formed from bond between sisters. she wouldn't have left serah behind , not like this. the shore had become a place of escape for her , greeting waves that rolled in like friends. it gave her comfort , a moment of peace. hours could be spent upon the sand , bright blue hues watching the horizon. it's a shared spot now she realizes , smile lights her face towards the other. ❛ are you settling in okay? ❜ new bodhum was no stranger to new faces , striving to make the place feel like home.

[saviourofzaun]

۞

PAPERWORK QUERIES | TENKA

There was a moment of hesitance as cold blue orbs stared at the other. Laying his pen down, Erwin lifted his chin a little to meet the other's gaze. “… I never thought I would be back here.” His voice was low, smooth, charming in a way. “It has been over eight years since I have seen Sage, or have spoken to any of the other muses. How… is she? How is Sage? … How is Levi doing?”

Erwin sat back in his chair, and his fingers played with the pen laying on his desk. “I see that she has taken on a muse similar to me. There is a key difference, however.” His eyes sharpened. “Silco and I might have similar traits. I do believe mine are less… sadistic. I'm not here to seek revenge to an opposing city. Though, with the development after my death, I might have taken a similar route. Who knows.” The Commander shrugged, languidly.

“Silco is cunning, witty. However, I have to admit, he contradicts himself from time to time. If I ever get to talk with him, I am certain we would… get along. He is a chess player, so am I.” With a sigh, he flicked the pen away. “I do believe I am less manipulative than he is. Plus, my goals purely based on miliary pursuit, and curiosity. His are based on revenge, and seeking justice. Perhaps one day, I shall return. But, I rather lay to rest, just how Levi intended it to be.”

[ocrystal]

Okay guys, hear me out. Stella is Etro. Or, a variation of Etro.

[greenelight]

stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd .

they're   meant   to   be   undercover.   they're   supposed   to   not   be   creating   any   sort   of   attention   to   themselves   ,   but   somehow   ,   sebastian   cannot   seem   to   resist the temptation that is mason greene.   when   mason   turns   back   around   after   scouring   through   a   magazine   at   a   newspaper   kiosk   ,   he   isn't   expecting   the   grand   ,   sweeping   kiss   that   sebastian   delivers   him   that   almost   knocks   him   off   of   his   feet , eyebrows shooting up as he realizes what was happening.   the   agent   he   once   was   ages   ago   would   have   fought   him   off   &   protested   such   a   gesture   ,   but   mason   no   longer   fights   these   acts   &   instead   sinks   into   it with gusto   ,   arms   wrapped   around   his   shoulders   as   the   taller   man   leans   him   into   a   dip.   when   they   finally   part   ,   mason   is   damn   near   close   to   panting from lack of air   ,   eyes   wide   &   cheeks   flushed   ,   but   still   managing   to   look   unimpressed.

❝   you   can't   keep   doing   that   when   we're   on   the   run   ,   you   know.   you   have   to   behave   yourself.   ❞   a   glimmer   of   a   smile   appears   &   leaves   just   as   quickly   ,   the   sight   proof   of   just   how   much   he   loves   what   he   just   did   .   .   .   how   much   he   truly   ,   truly   loves   him.   ❝   c'mon   ,   we   better   keep   moving.   the   sooner   we   get   to   our   destination   ,   the   sooner   you   can   do   that   again.   &   you   will   do   it   again   later   .   .   .   that's   an   order   ,   moran.   ❞   he   winks.

[godsense]

in the vast green trees of the forest, she is most at home. wandering around aimlessly, briar is as home as if she first came from the soil of the earth itself, as if she was born from the earth's flesh her basket of berries held tightly as she walks through the familiar grounds, the sound of hooves echoes beyond her, startling the bird that neared her, flying away in a flutter of wings as she hears the dismounting of a boy — the boy from the edge of the forest. she knows in the village beyond the forest, there are rumors of the girl who lives in the trees, (a falsification : she'd happily quash such conjecture by showing anyone who asked to see the cottage she'd grown up into, yet . . . no one bothers to learn the truth). the girl in the forest frowns at the boy staring back at her. ❝ you scared away my songbird, ❞ a look of contempt, an annoyance at his loud entrance. briar sighs, extending a handful of the berries for him with a resounding defeat. ❝ i'm fine, this my home — i know the way back & i've done it may times even in the darkest night, the heaviest snow, & the most terrible wind you can imagine. ❞ his question lingers for only a second before she's quick to remind him how capable she is (though secretly, the question rolls off @boystark 's tongue so kindly " are you sure you'll be okay? " a softness, one that she, the girl who's true companions lay only in her dreams, feels honored to receive) ❝ — if you're asking to walk me back, the offer is humbly declined but perhaps if i'm ever in sudden peril i promise to call for you. ❞

[gracifleur]

VERSE DUMP 02;   here listed are the verses that are intricately tied to the mainline games spanning gen 1 to gen 9. these are short descriptions for each gen for the ease of interaction & summary of the events within & shea’s association with each. certain games will have a more in-depth verse post at a later date, such as gen 4. by default, shea masquerades as a human child & a traveler unless her origins are revealed by herself or against her will by those connected to cyrus or volo. for the most part, shea acts on the behalf of arceus to check & care for the various legendary & mystical pokemon throughout the regions. her priority will always be the safety of said pokemon. unlike her sinnoh kin, however, she is not directly related to the mythical & legendary pokemon in the other regions.

#MAIN. ( GENERATION KANTO. / ARC VI. )

a boon from the creator themselves, arceus; shea travels to the kanto region feeling unease about their fellow mythical mew. a creature that hadn’t been seen for centuries, being sighted & even worse pursued. shea arrives sometime before the events of the game & keeps themselves hidden as she researches the destruction of the lab on cinnabar island. after word reaches that a young trainer has been taking down members of team rocket, shea decides to stick her nose where it doesn’t belong hoping that this young trainer will lead them to mew--- discovering the origins of mewtwo.

#MAIN. ( GENERATION JOHTO. / ARC VII. )

on her way back toward her home within the sinnoh region, shea travels through johto & finds herself once again wrapped up in someone else’s business. meeting crystal & finding herself in quite the dilemma for if this young trainer found out about shea’s origins--- well, she’d be trapped in a professors lab for sure ! fortunately the return of team rocket in search of their fearless leader tends to put priority on matters as regions legendaries wake up causing shea to rush to their aid as one of their own. this verse is highly influenced by @starmarkcd @unmcsked & @gxldenstreak who are canon to shea as the trainers; Crys / Silver / Gold respectfully. 

#MAIN. ( GENERATION HOENN. / ARC VIII. )

once more shea travels to a region outside her own, this time in peril as a sixth sense compels her to rush to hoenn in time for team aqua & team magma to purposefully disturb the rest of both kyogre & groudon. joining the young trainer(s) climbing the rank of the gym challenge of the region, she aims to calm down the legendary titans who helped formed the earth & sea before it’s too late--- && find those responsible to deal with them before it’s too late, for no doubt the sky dragon is soon to approach.

#MAIN. ( GENERATION SINNOH. / ARC IX. )

sinnoh, the home of shea & her brethren. no longer called the hisui region--- shea lives primarily in the flower paradise with the other shaymin. however her ancient adventures have left a impact that she has yet to understand the gravity of. the people of sinnoh speak in their legends of a child of space & time that transcends dimensions, capable of controlling the legendary beasts of creation. while the reality is far from; shea a child born from arceus themselves the myth remains drawing the attention of two major players within sinnoh: cynthia, a celestial descendant of volo, & cyrus. no fool, cyrus is quicker to unravel the truth about this ‘child of space time’ & moves toward the flower paradise with a red chain in tow to capture shea & use her to summon the creation trio so that he may use them to create his new world.... **this verse will have an expanded post of which will be linked here when finished.

#MAIN. ( GENERATION UNOVA. / ARC X. )

finding the news of an organization that promotes releasing one’s pokemon from human “servitude” shea travels to the unova region, discovering team plasma roaming the various cities. worried for the twin dragons she travels toward the relic castle to find it empty.

#MAIN. ( GENERATION KALOS. / ARC XI. )

xerneas & shea are no stranger to each other; as shaymin are often found near the tree of life, the beastie itself visiting the flower paradise within sinnoh at times. it is in fact a visit from shea to the forests of kalos of which starts their journey into worry for her friend & it’s counterpart. however shea only finds a collection of zygarde cells & cores, tipping her off to a much bigger problem at hand. knowing exactly who to turn to for help, shea seeks out the descendant of a old friend in the form of serena, a young trainer who’s destiny is intertwined with the legendaries of life & death.  this verse is highly influenced by @iruludavare

#MAIN. ( GENERATION ALOLA. / ARC XII. )

alola ! shea decides she wants to see the ocean. a different ocean than one near the flower paradise & with a hankering for some malasadas--- of she goes to the island region ! however midway into her little adventure she runs into scientists of the aether foundation, who’s various scientific instruments out shea’s origins as a human-pokemon chimera & capture her to bring her to the president herself; lusamine. narrowly escaping being contained to be “protected” shea spends her time thereafter running from aether workers tasked on retrieving her.

#MAIN. ( GENERATION GALAR. / ARC XIII. ) 

the slumbering weald is home to the heroes of the darkest day & sometimes it is visited by a wandering shea; visiting to help shaymin bring the change of seasons to the forest & care for the altar where the heroes rest. however on one journey out to the weald she notices the absence of the hero duo & turns her attention outside the weald curious as to what caused the beasties to stir from their slumber & if there is a new threat to the world on the horizon.

#MAIN. ( GENERATION PALDEA. / ARC XIV. )

dialga finds itself irritable, upset, & even sick--- a sign of time distortion forced by human hand somewhere in the world. as shea cares for her sibling her worries for their health & well being grows as dialga shows signs of it’s primal rage returning in it’s mysterious illness. asking the trio of the lake to stand & care for the deity of time as shea travels outside of sinnoh toward the paldea region after consulting with giratina if there are any distortions in the world outside of their own. in paldea she learns of a giant crater in the region’s center known as area zero that is forbidden to enter under any circumstance. convinced what lies there holds the answer to dialga’s sickness she decides to do a bit of recon, pretending to be a student of the famous naranja/uva academy( the default will be uva bc i like the color purple however this will fluctuate depending on the writing partner’s chosen/preferred school ) she sets off during the treasure hunt to find clues as to what could have happened in area zero & a way inside to confront professors turo & sada, those very clearly linked to the time-sickness effecting dialga. **this verse contains an original story based on shea’s lore & the events of the game, this description is spoiler-free ! click here for more info on this verse; contains minimal spoilers.

[valiantseeker]

"Don't be this hard on yourself." Locke offers her a warm smile. They barely know each other, and yet, he can see Vanille's strong will. Behind that smile, he can tell she suffered, too. It reminds him of himself, somehow. He hopes she knows she's not alone. "Listen, I don't know what happened in your world, but don't blame yourself for all of it. It can't be entirely your fault." Locke himself didn't believe people at first when they were speaking to him this way, but now, he's starting to realize.

@celestrahl / vanille ❤'d !

[couldfight]

❝ you... work with papa? ❞

a starter for @isbrilliant!

[royalarms]

“   if i can’t get answers here ,   i’ll get them somewhere else .   ”

⸻ @verumking .

honey lights dim , flickering with a familiar city buzz . it's late , and it's quiet , and he's walking to his apartment born of rebellion from his minimum wage job born of desperation to appease some yearning for normalcy in which he's never been granted . they've been talking for some time now , and noctis has eluded every question he's been granted thus far .

after all attempts failed , the other rightfully threatens to seek answers elsewhere , and the prince would accept such a notion were he aware of just where he'd go . some , he knows well , stop at nothing for information , and he'd not have his father , nor anyone at the citadel , suffer where he could have slain .

perhaps he's been recognized for who he is .

❛ fine . ask and i'll . . . do my best . ❜