[identity profile] sycophantishly.livejournal.com
[ Prepare for some tl;dr by your local over-dramatic genome. He has some words of wisdom for everyone. So sit down, you're in for an earful on your device today. ]

With each passing minute that we sit and twiddle our thumbs, he crushes each world with a titan grip and leaves in his path nothing more than crumbs. Such trembling amount of power, it is quite magnificent if you really think about it. What was once a live and thriving something transformed into a shrivel of nothing within a blink of an eye, perhaps the work of fate's true design. But what measures have we taken as the crumbs of every world to restore what we once called ours?

You are not refugees but prisoners freely scattered about the planes of this small universe. Ripped from your world and trapped into a cage where you'll spend the rest of your days beating your wings but never with a song to sing. Have you noticed that, my dear and delusional comrades?

Whether you wish to believe it or not, this is now our home. Or do you believe that one day you will see your world again? If so, have you taken measures to do just that, or does your focus lie purely on maintaining the safety and stability of the world you now reside. Do you see where I am going with this?

You are already home.

[identity profile] formerasgardian.livejournal.com
[The comm cuts on - and shows a moogle. Who looks very, very panicked indeed.]

Help, someone help me, kupo! This new arrival just attacked my partner, and now he's--

[Cue a shadow. A rather large shadow. And the Moogle dropping the phone with a squeak. It clatters to the ground, still running, showing everything happening above it. That large shadow? Belongs to a very well-cut man with blond hair and beard, and with the clearest baby blue eyes anyone could possibly imagine. He bends down, his glowering expression boring into the moogle, making it shake with fear--

And then the man very delicately puts the moogle's injured partner on the ground, suddenly looking quite apologetic. Said injured moogle looks like he was just smashed into a wall; he's literally flat like a pancake at the moment.]


I...apologize, small creature. I thought you were the black demons attacking me once more.

AH!! I-I mean...k-kupo, no! We're not Heartless, we're Moogles!

Moo...gles...

[Durr what those. The man narrows his eyes in concentration, trying to process this information.]

Are you moogles native to the realm of New Mexico, then?

New Mexico? No, this is Traverse Town, kupo! Your world is...uh...

My world?

[It's really hard to break this kind of news to someone who looks this intimidating. And so the frightened moogle backs away from the very scary-looking man, who stands up. He looks around for a moment, before shouting in a clear, loud voice.]

Good people! If there be any around to hear me, I humbly apologize, but it is of great import!

I need transportation back to New Mexico, if this not be that realm. I must try and warn the people of this sudden scourge which attacked me and my friend unjustly. A horse will suffice, anything of that size will also do. I will...take an ow-toe mobile if need be. But I must leave.

[A pause.]

Also...if you know of a man named Erik Selvig...Dr. Erik Selvig, he was with me. He's...somewhat inebriated. I humbly ask you not attack him in such a state if he challenges you! He isn't-

[At this point the feed ends.]
[identity profile] fairly-small.livejournal.com
Is he awake yet, kupo?

Not yet, he's out like a light!


[A PCD is turned on, revealing a unconscious young boy with black spiky hair, propped up against some crates in the First District of Traverse Town. One of the moogles was poking the boy's cheek, his thick bangs partially obscuring his face. After a couple more pokes, we finally hear a groan.]

Hey, kupo! I think he's waking up! Kupo!

Wake up, kupo! Wake up!


Nnnngh... 'm awake, 'm awake, stop pokin' me...

[The boy swats at the moogle and lifts his head, a hand coming up to rub his forehead. It's clear the kid's got a bit of a headache. He blinks rather bright blue eyes at the creatures and jumps a bit.]

Whoa! What're you?!

We're moogles, kupo! Here's your phone, we gotta help some other people. Don't worry, everything will be explained, kupo!

H-Hey, wait a minute! I need to know- [Aaaaaand they're gone.] why 'm not at the Coliseum...

[Welp. He stares at the PCD, totally confused as to what a phone is, let alone that it was even recording him.]


Who'm I suppose to ask?

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