#tharsian

[gil-estel]

ajdkdfl i did *not* read any summaries/blurbs before starting the mars house so the fake marriage plot took me 100% by surprise

[sexygayvampire]

my drafts are like that one image of philosophers talking to each other but they’re all me talking to myself and also every one of them is drinking a beverage that’s 40% coke 60% vodka

stop liking and reblogging that one post. i have better posts. like the one i made an hour ago or. uh. the rest of them are in my drafts after i got distracted while writing them to start writing different posts but trust me

[mistercrowbar]

Rough lineup of a “peoples of Mars” thing since I always loved the lineups of the player races in the D&D 3.5e player’s handbook and this setting was originally for a D&D campaign anywho.

I’d been really wanting an original name for the tharks but cannot come up with something I like and I think tharks are public domain anywho so... why not? Might rename tharsians too tho since I don’t want two thar- names and one place name bothers me.

[theshatteredrose]

Keeper of the Eastern Shrine (Chapter 2) - Etrian Odyssey Nexus Fanfiction

AN: Whew, this took a little longer than expected, for some reason. I think it might because of the new medication I’m on. I’m on double dosage now and I’m extra tired now. But don’t worry, I definitely will finish this saga. No matter how long it takes. Now, I hope you enjoy reading~

Ao3 | Wattpad | Inkitt | FFNet

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Chapter 2:

Due to the size of the city of Maginia, there were several footbridges that reached down to the forests and plains of their new resting place. With so many, explorers and guards alike, rushing back and forth, the members of the Guardians waited until they reached the tree line before they gave Chi-hung a piece of clothing of their missing person.

They moved quickly through the crowds. Sunset was just a few hours away. Not much time to conduct a full search and rescue. And with an area so vast, not to mention wholly unknown, they may be in for a difficult time.

Hopefully, as Jhon paused to allow Chi-hung to take in the young medic’s scent, he would narrow down the search area quickly.

“All the information we have is that the young medic is searching for small flowers for medicine,” Axel said.

Lynus readjusted his bag upon his shoulder. “Those flowers flourish in open areas. It’s also possible that other medics and gathers were also searching for these flowers.”

Speaking with potential witnesses would either help them narrow the search grid further, or lead toward a red herring.

“Chi-hung seems to have caught a scent,” Jhon stated, folding away the handkerchief as the mighty white tiger sniffed the air repeatedly.

He soon narrowed in on a direction and moved forward determinedly. Jhon and Axel immediately moved to follow, while Tobyn and Lynus stayed just a few steps behind. Their usual formation whenever they ventured out into the field.

“As large as Maginia is, we best take note of our surroundings,” Jhon said as they ventured closer to an outcropping of trees. “I wasn’t expecting the area to be so vast.”

Axel nodded his head as he surveyed their surroundings, using his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. “It was a good idea to bring the Tharsian airships with us. We’re definitely going to need them.”

Having never flown in an airship, Lynus mused about how his first experience may play out. Hopefully it was a joy flight in hopes of getting used to the craft, and not another search and rescue. He also deduced that it would be far different to the turbulence felt within Maginia and the Heavenly Keep of Lagaard.

As they moved beyond line of trees and into a clearing of colourful wild flowers, Tobyn paused mid step. And raised his arm in front of everyone to pull them all to a stop. He kept his gaze forward, even as others turned to him in question.

“There’s someone over there,” he alerted them, his eyes suddenly narrowing as he swiftly revealed his bow and notched in an arrow. “Tch, there’s also a monster.”

Jhon immediately pushed forward, concern etching upon his face. “What?”

“I’ve got it,” Tobyn returned as he pulled back the string of his bow. “Keep an eye on the kid.”

Kid?

Lynus immediately turned his gaze forward to scan the clearing of red and yellow flowers. The first thing he was able to see was a flash of pink. He soon narrowed in on the bright colour and noted that they appear to be that of a young girl.

Pink hair. Clothes similar to that in the description of their missing person’s report.

The next thing he saw was a blur of dark green and red eyes. An insectoid type of monster. It was unlike anything Lynus had seen before. And it was airborne, it’s target; that of the young girl huddled close to the ground in the middle of the field.

A bubble of fear appeared in Lynus’ chest, but he quashed it when both Jhon and Chi-hung sprung forward, Axel close behind them.

Being a fraction faster than Jhon, Chi-hung immediately placed himself between the young pink-haired girl and the airborne monster. He was soon joined by said blond protector, who readied his shield as a precaution. And Axel took a stance in front of the two protectors, his hand gripping the handle of his weapon in preparation to holster it at a moment’s notice.

Lynus lingered back with Tobyn, knowing full well that it would be better for everyone if he stayed away from the impromptu battlefield. He knew that Jhon and Chi-hung were more than capable of protecting the girl, and that if Tobyn’s arrow was not enough to defeat the airborne creature, then Axel was more than willing and able to rid of the threat entirely.

There appeared to be only one of the creatures, so they weren’t in for a long battle, he was sure.

As the creature continued its path, not faltering even as three more targets appeared. And before the surprisingly round and green insect reached anyone, Tobyn’s arrow struck true to its side. The attack so sudden that it stopped the creature immediately.

It fell to the ground with a surprisingly loud thud, right in front of Axel. Purposely done on Tobyn’s part. It continued to shriek as it kicked and rolled in the grass. It was clearly still alive, though it was possible in its death throes.

So, Axel swiftly ended its suffering with a single swing of his axe.

Lynus winced when he heard the sound it made. It was a sickening “popping” sound.

Axel looked at the green slime staining his axe with an expression of distain. He utterly a loud sigh as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe clean the blade.

“That’s a new one,” he said casually as Tobyn joined him. “An overly muscular fly, huh?”

Tobyn fiddled with his hat, he, too, staring at the mess with disgust. “Let’s just call it a Muscle Fly and move on.”

Axel chuckled. “Sure. No need to be fancy.”

Seeing that the battle was over, Lynus chose not to pay any more attention to the defeated monster. Instead, he and Chi-hung made their way over to the young woman while Jhon continued to survey their new surroundings with caution.

The young girl was crouched to the ground, her back toward the thankfully interrupted attack, her hands over her pink hair.

“Are you all right?” Lynus asked.

The young girl momentarily paused in her cowering and slowly turned her head in his direction. Her blue eyes were watery as she peered up at him. Her gaze then quickly shifted toward Chi-hung and her eyes widened.

Before Lynus had the chance to reassure the frightened girl that Chi-hung was friendly and benign, the young pink haired girl was up on her feet and stood directly before the white tiger.

“Woooooow!” she unexpectedly said in pure awe. “He’s beautiful!”

That was an unexpected reaction, but not an unwanted one. Chi-hung himself seemed mildly amused, if the flicking of his tail was any indication.

“Birgitta?”

The pink-haired girl immediately eeped and turned her wide eyes in Lynus’ direction. Both surprised by her name. And by his presence, clearly enthralled with Chi-hung to notice anyone else. “Y-yes, that’s me.”

“Ah, good. My name is Lynus. We’ve been sent to find you,” Lynus smiled reassuringly before his expression folded into parental scolding. “You shouldn’t be out here all on your own. It’s far too dangerous.”

“B-but I’m not alone,” Birgitta immediately insisted. However, a mere second later her teary-eyed expression turned into that of concern. She spun around and frantically looked around at their surroundings. “Wait, where’s Laika? Laika! O-oh no, that monster must have scared him off.”

The fear and concern from the younger medic immediately made Lynus grow worried himself. The report hadn’t mentioned another. Had she found someone else along the way to pair up with?

“What’s going on?”

Lynus immediately turned around and sent Axel a concerned look. “It seems like the report forgot the mention the presence of another.”

“He’s like a brother to me,” Birgitta murmured aloud before she spun around and hurried to stand directly in front of Lynus. Her eyes were filled with tears as she gazed pleadingly up at him. “Please, help me find Laika! I can’t…I can’t just leave him.”

“Of course,” Lynus immediately reassured. “We’ll find him, too.”

“Do you have anything that belongs to your brother on you?” Jhon questioned.

“Oh, yes!” Birgitta immediately perked up and began to rustle around in her shoulder bag. “Here, this is his favourite scarf.”

Jhon retrieved the red chequered material from Birgitta. He made his way to Chi-hung and crouched down by the white-tiger’s side, a hand upon his back as he raised the scarf toward Chi-hung’s nose. “Once more, Chi-hung.”

The white tiger dutifully sniffed at the scarf, his nose twitching for a few seconds before he pushed himself upon all fours. He lowered his head to the forest floor, where loud sniffling could be heard. Soon, he began to prowl forward, indicating that he had managed to narrow in on a scent.

Jhon and Tobyn moved to follow the white tiger, while Axel stayed a few steps behind. Lynus offered his hand to the young medic, which she took surprisingly quickly. She clung onto his hand with both of hers, clearly frightened but willing to push forward to find her Laika regardless.

They quickly moved beyond the field of wildflowers and into the dense forest around them. The foliage was full and thick, the trees tall and sturdy. There was but a few paths through the dense undergrowth, so it was clear that it had been quite a few years (decades even) since anyone human had walked through these woods.

Lynus glanced up at the canopy above them with a sense of unease. Sunset wasn’t far off and they were moving through terrain they were completely unfamiliar with. True, they couldn’t just leave when they had the knowledge that someone else was missing. So he could only hope that they would find them easily and were able to return to the city before sunset.

The vegetation remained dense the further they moved and the light began to fade, which only increased Lynus’ concern. But then Tobyn, who was at the lead with Chi-hung, suddenly threw his arm out to his side, once more causing everyone to come to a complete stop.

“Monsters?” Jhon asked quietly.

Surprisingly, Tobyn shook his head. “There’s something up front. An opening.”

“A clearing?”

Once again, Tobyn shook his head as he lowered his arm and crept forward. His bow remained by his side, however, so his narrowed eyes were of suspicion and curiosity. “No. I think…I think it’s the gateway to a labyrinth.”

That earned him several sharp intakes of air from his companions.

A labyrinth wasn’t all that shocking in all honesty. Not with the density of these woods. But it was surprising nonetheless.

Silently, Axel shared a glance with his teammates before he nodded his head.

They needed to keep going. Laika was likely hiding somewhere within this labyrinth.

They had better move cautiously.

Pushing through a natural wall of trees and vines, the soft soil beneath their feet turned into harden stone. Paved stones. Square and flat. Definitely hand-made.

The vegetation around them suddenly cleared to reveal a stone archway. The stone was light grey, covered sporadically with moss and entangled with clinging vines and curious fern plants and red flowers. Etched within the stones were ancient symbols and patterns. Curiously, there were veins of bright, shimmering blue material threaded throughout the stones.

The blue veins of blue crystals emitted a mysterious energy. Something otherworldly, and yet so...earthly. Origin was that of the earth beneath their feet. Made with purpose. Yet that purpose lost to time. A time long forgotten.

The feeling of relevance draped through the air and around them like a cloak.

The ruins around them and before them were of some significance. The purpose, however, wasn’t immediately known. And would likely remain hidden to them for some time. What was known was that they were within the halls of a labyrinth.

And it was quite beautiful.

“This is definitely a labyrinth,” Jhon said with unrestrained curiosity on his face.

“Yeah,” Axel murmured, he too, gazing at their surroundings with interest. He, however, shook his head a moment later. “And that means there’s going to be more monsters. Stay close together.”

Tobyn took a moment to shrug off his backpack and pulled out a roll of blank parchment and a writing tool. “Good thing I brought my mapping tools with me.”

“It is,” Jhon said absentmindedly as his gaze shifted from the labyrinth and back toward the path they had taken. “The foliage is so thick, we can’t see beyond the next path, let alone Maginia itself.”

Unconcerned with the sudden change in their surrounds, Chi-hung continued to periodically sniff at the ground as he moved forward. Appeared that their new missing person was indeed hiding within the labyrinth somewhere.

Axel took the lead with Chi-hung, while Tobyn stayed a step or two behind him as he concentrated on his mapping skills. Jhon lingered back with Lynus to ensure the safety of the two medics.

Birgitta seemed blissfully unaware of their significance of their surroundings. She simply kept a tight hold on Lynus’ hand, staying close to him as she nervously gazed at their surroundings.

In order to ease the young girl’s unease, Lynus started a conversation on what this Laika was like and how long she had known him. Birgitta readily began to talk about him. And the way she prattled gave him the indication that they weren’t looking for someone exactly human.

“I see,” Lynus smiled as the turned down a long natural hallway. “What breed is he?”

“Shiba,” Birgitta immediately answered.

Ah, so they were searching for a beloved pet companion.

That was fine. Human or beast, or anything in-between; if they were a beloved companion that became lost, they will be found again.

He allowed the pink-haired medic to continue to prattle, nodded his head on occasion. He was only half listening, his attention directed mostly to their new and unique surroundings.

The stones with blue veins continued to shimmer softly, remaining the same as they moved deeper through the halls. The light was darkening, however, casting the dense vegetation in dark shadows.

They had better find Laika soon.

As they moved into a medium sized room, Chi-hung unexpectedly released a low purr and raised his head. As they turned their attention in the direction Chi-hung was moving in, they took note of a small, white dog that sat in the middle.

“Laika!” Birgitta squealed in both delight and relief as she promptly released her tight grip on Lynus’ hand and ran forward.

Lynus and the others moved to follow the excited young girl, they too, pleased to have find her missing companion. And they watched as she dropped down to her knees and threw her arms around the fluffy canine’s neck in a tight hug.

“Where have you been? I was so worried!” she began to prattle mindlessly. Laika, however, simply wagged his tail happily, seemingly unaware of the fuss he had caused.

As the reunion took place, Lynus and his guildmates approached the two and kept a firm gaze on their surroundings for any further threats. But as Lynus drew forward, a strange sensation, similar to that of a cold chill raced down his spine. He jumped slightly and he spun around to look in a northly direction.

That feeling…It was similar to what he felt whenever that peculiar wraith of Kyrell’s, Raven, would sit itself upon his shoulder without warning.

It wasn’t a threatening feeling.

Yet…there was something there that wanted his attention.

“Is there something wrong?” Jhon asked him, concern in his voice.

Lynus tore his gaze away from the small pathway in the northern wall to look toward the blond-haired protector. “I just…sense something strange up ahead.”

Jhon furrowed his brow slightly. “Strange? Like a monster?”

Lynus quickly shook his head. “No, nothing like that,” he reassured, only to pause a moment later, grappling with how to describe what he felt. “It’s…odd. I feel this…yearning from somewhere north of here.”

Jhon’s gaze flickered over Lynus’ shoulder, his brow is furrowed. His gaze then shifted to the canopy above them, taking note of the reddening sky above them. “I’m afraid we’ll need to come back later to investigate.”

Lynus immediately nodded his head in understanding. They still needed to escort Birgitta back to the city and they would need to speak with both Mueller and Princess Persephone about this…discovery.

Now that she had been reunited with the one that was like a brother to her, Birgitta settled herself down and pushed herself to her feet. “Thank you so much for your help,” she said in earnest.

“We’re glad you’re all right,” Lynus replied with a smile. “But, please don’t head out on your own again. Take an explorer or guard with you.”

Birgitta flushed lightly. “I-I will, I promise.”

“Then, let’s head back.”

[eli-kittim]

Where Was Tarshish Located?

By Author Eli Kittim

In Second Chronicles 9.21, the Septuagint (LXX L.C.L. Brenton) translates the Hebrew “Tarshish” (תַּרְשִׁ֔ישׁ BHS) as Θαρσεῖς. The location of Θαρσεῖς——according to Josephus’ Jewish Antiquities (LCL 242: 62-63)——was in Tarsus Cilicia (the birth place of Saul of Tarsus, aka Paul the Apostle; Acts 22.3) in Asia Minor (modern-day Turkey), near the Mediterranean Sea. Greeks comprised a large portion of the population. It was a Greek colony. So, Tarshish does not appear to be in Spain as some commenters have suggested:

https://www.loebclassics.com/view/josephus-jewish_antiquities/1930/pb_LCL242.63.xml

In Jonah 1.3 (LXX), the term “Tarshish” is spelled Tharsis and translated in the Greek as Θαρσὶς. In the Bible, Tarshish is said to comprise a cluster of islands: “For the coastlands shall wait for me, the ships of Tarshish first” (Isa. 60.9 NRSV cf. Isa. 23.6). The great ships of Tarshish are also mentioned in Isa. 2.16. Then, as now, Greece controlled one of the largest merchant fleets in the world. Moreover, according to Gen. 10.4, Tarshish was one of “The descendants of Javan [Greece]: Elishah, Tarshish, Kittim [Cyprus], and Rodanim [Rhodes]” (cf. 1 Chr 1.7)!

Conclusion

Thus, both the internal and external evidence strongly suggest that Tarshish was located on the southern part of Anatolia, and that the region had undergone Greek ‘colonization’ by Greek and Aegean settlers:

https://research-bulletin.chs.harvard.edu/2017/08/02/rough-cilicia/

After all, Ionia itself——located on the western coast of Anatolia in present-day Turkey——comprised the territories of the Ionian League of Greek settlements. As far back as 600–480 BCE, Greeks had settled on the shores and islands of the eastern Aegean Sea.

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[bi-honor]

@the-void-laid-bare

Tharsian gardening

[itsya1upboy-blog]

@mysticarks

To followers: EO Nexus spoilers below cut.

“YESS i LOVE the Echoing Library!! that would have made for a great plot point! i actually did a bit of a double take when i encountered Forest Folk enemies, i didn’t want to go through killing them again…”

Yeah, I thought I’d left that shit back in Etria. Where it belongs. In the past. 

I also have no clue how to write something coherent with my Etrian trio (Etrio?) when they pointedly helped Forest Folk escape Visil’s wrath (barring the incident when Tlachtga brainwashed them), and in my headcanon, didn’t even fight Iwaoropenelep or Kupala; they dropped their weapons and let her and the guardian bird escape with the rest of the Forest Folk.

(As for why they weren’t arrested for treason, or for the murder of Ren and Tlachtga, they made the scene look like Forest Folk had done it, and told Visil and Quinn they came across their bodies in the Sandy Barrens. The pair of explorers had found out about the guild’s treason by chance and Tlachtga had brainwashed them to make them into murder machines until they broke free of her hypnosis. And then Quinn was willing to overlook their crimes against Etria once Visil’s shit came to light and they disposed of him. Those crimes being treason, murder of Visil’s right hand women, and murder of Visil himself.)

And the game’s like, “Oh yes, they’re automatons/artificial beings made in the Forest Folk’s image!” Why is this necessary??? Why couldn’t you guys just replace the enemies with, hell, Azure Rainforest or Lost Shinjuku enemies??? OR JUST USE LOST SHINJUKU??? You have the music and the backdrop in the game! It’s where the Forest Folk themselves live! And the automatons guard the entrance to Yggdrasil or some shit! Just repurpose the damn place into the lost capital of Lemuria! 

“Oh, but they tried to make the stratum ~less problematic~!” Why did they feel the need to include it at all. It’s not even for popularity’s sake because everyone fucking hates the Sandy Barrens. Just. Why did they feel the need to touch Niinou’s story with a ten-foot pole. (IIRC Niinou was the director for EO1 and none of the other EO games. Hence why they don’t have such plot points in the later games, and even EOIV’s attempted genocide is handled better besides one throwaway line from the Count, which even then could fall under the Christian symbolism of forgiveness and redemption seen throughout EOIV’s plot.)

Okay, nope, not getting steamed over this. Let’s imagine the Echoing Library in EOX. Imagine the beautiful wisteria, and the calming music, and... Oh god, those F.O.E.s fucking suck, but I’d gladly take them over what we got.

Echoing Library had some books that you could have Vessels read to get healing, and there was at least one quest in EOIV where you had to find a certain book in there for someone’s research. Each floor had like 2 quests, so it wouldn’t be too hard to just have a questline for all 3 floors about gathering up books, and then 3 random quests for the other slots--- gathering quests and killing monsters and such. Maybe one to clear B3F of the robot guardians?

In a hypothetical situation where Logre is exploring the place to figure out how his homeland is connected to Lemuria, have him, you know, denounce Baldur, and talk about how he left Tharsis to get a fresh start. He talks about how he heard that Lemuria was an explorer’s paradise, so he boarded Maginia when it came to Tharsis, and he’s been researching the technology that makes the city fly. Maybe he even works as a technician/engineer and helps repair/maintain the cityship. After all, he helped reconstruct the Imperial skyships for Tharsian use. And he explains that when he heard about this new labyrinth being found, and about how it was eerily similar to the Imperial libraries, he decided to come do some research for himself and see if there was still a way to save the dying Empire, and even if there wasn’t, he wanted to know what connection they’d had to the ancient Lemurians.

[survivalistjunpei]

I remember hearing a lot of...many former Imperial citizens coming to Maginia, not just as explorers but as refugees too.

Junpei introduced me once before, but I’m Flemming Fisker. Back in the Empire, I studied and translated ancient literature for the sake of preservation and education, and in the last few years that the Empire was around, I travelled around the country collecting folk tales from all classes and backgrounds so that we could preserve some aspect of Asgardian culture, even after Asgard’s last generation had died. Old tales and stories are what my expertise is, hence why I chose such a focus...

I have two versions of my collection of tales: the original folk tales as they were told to me, and a...version that’s more friendly for children and sensitive folk in general. A lot of Imperial folk tales could get...a tad dark. It makes sense, given the harshness of our lives, but nonetheless it may not be palatable to everyone.

If you’re from the Empire and you have any folk tales or fairy tales that have been passed down to you, that you want to tell me for recording them for future generations, I’d love to hear them. My work is never done, after all. And if you grew up in Tharsis, I’ve found that with our common ancestry, their folk tales tend to be similar to ours, so I’d enjoy hearing Tharsian stories too. Junpei, Harlan, Annette, Havardr, and Logre have all been very helpful thus far, but again, more voices are always appreciated.

[it-is-a-matter-of-will]

Name: Meiyin

Age: 24

Position in the Guild: The one to always walk first into possible traps

Classes: Arcanist/War Magus

Nationality: Tharsian

Character: There are a few members in her party that seem like they not give a fuck. Who seem tired, or too serious, too focused on their own issues or just care less about a task and more about just adventure in general. And then there is Meiyin. She actually does not care. She will focus on a task, get it done, get reward, sleep the fleshwounds away, repeat. She does seem like she cares though, weirdly enough. She talks very friendly, soft and caring, and her a bit thin voice gives her a far more shy and anxious feeling then there actually is. She seems like a sweet, timid girl, like someone you could tell your problems too in every detail or like someone who would listen to you cry for an hour and hug it out later with a blanket and hot chocolate. However, in actuality she would just wait until you got your problem out, and if she could she would just get help or get the job done, or just leave without comment. People interpret that she is just getting too emotional over sad stories or such issues and does not want to show her emotion. In reality she just does not want to waste her or the other persons time. She is not the most... capable person in social interactions. Her soft voice can sometimes hide her surprisingly direct and logical replies. she has always been like that, for what her Guild knows. But she is more then capable to balance out her... social deficiencies.

Story: Nobody actually knows. She came to the Guild, the Guild did not come across her. She asked to join, and proved her capability. She never talked about her past. For all her Guild knows she could have just randomly appeared out of the void and just started to walk across the Lands.

Motto: None.

Likes: Simplicity, calm and quiet, mushrooms, if her questions are cleared up, flowers, drawing stick figures (she cannot draw, but she is enthusiastic about it), when others respect her style and do not judge her for it, also bugs

Dislikes: ?

[goblinstudios]

Tharsian Top Hats, Or: A Piece of Concept Art

Rarely-seen piece of Concept Art for the climax of Season 1 of World’s Greatest Adventures, done as in the pulpy style of sci-fi nonsense that the episode gleefully embraced.

(Warlord Cassius lost his top hat, and some of his height, later in production.)

[dostoevskydisco]

XXV.

He lingered there all that day, then dressed the next morning for his journey, asking early for his arms. First a crimson rug was laid over the hard floor, and his gleaming gear was placed upon it. This resolute man stepped on it and felt the steel, clothed in a doublet of Tharsian silk beneath a well-crafted cape, cinched tight at the neck and trimmed inside with white fur. They set steel shoes on the knight’s feet, and wrapped his legs in an elegant set of greaves with knee-plates attached which were polished and then fastened with knots of gold thread. Fine cuisses then – which perfectly enclosed his thick, sturdy thighs – were attached with thongs. Then the mail shirt of bright steel rings covered that man and his noble trappings, and burnished bracers on both his arms, shining elbow-guards, and plate mail gloves, and all the valiant gear he would need                          for his trek.            He wore ornate gold spurs            and his coat of arms with pride,            armed with a good sword            held by silk to his side.

(Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, lines 566-589)

[zvaigzdelasas]

Critical Support for Tharsian Nationalism

The President Of The United States doesn’t know what the moon is.

[recentanimenews]

The Manga Revue, 3/19/18

One casualty of Tokyopop’s 2011 demise was Voices of a Distant Star, a manga adaptation of Makoto Shinkai’s film about teenagers separated by space, time, and aliens. I had a dim but favorable memory of reading the original edition in the late aughts, and was delighted to hear that Vertical Comics had rescued it from licensing purgatory, given the company’s stellar treatment of three other Shinkai titles: The Garden of Words, 5 Centimeters Per Second, and She and Her Cat. But would it be as good the second time around?

Voices of a Distant Star Story by Makoto Shinkai, Art by Mizu Sahara Translated by Melissa Tanaka Vertical Comics, 238 pp.

What would it be like to embark on a deep space mission, knowing that when you returned from your voyage, nothing on Earth would be as you remembered it? That’s the question at the heart of Makoto Shinkai and Mizu Sahara’s Voices of a Distant Star, a thoughtful — if sometimes clunky — rumination on the human toll of interstellar travel.

The story begins in 2046, as sixteen-year-old Noboru Terao anxiously awaits text messages from his childhood friend Mikako Nagamine, who’s enlisted in the military. As we learn through snippets of conversation and text, Nagamine isn’t at a conventional boot camp: she’s been deployed to Mars, where humanity is preparing for a lengthy campaign against an alien race known as the Tharsians. Her early exchanges with Noboru arrive in a matter of days or weeks, but when she’s transferred to the front lines, she realizes that it may be years before Noboru receives her next text; as she ruefully observes, “By the time this message reaches you, everyone will be growing up into people I don’t know.”

The emotional honesty of their epistolary romance is the best reason to read Voices of a Distant Star. In their brief exchanges, we realize that Noboru and Nagamine are torn between the desire for a normal relationship and the dawning realization that they may be better off pursuing their own destinies — a realization made more poignant by the sharp contrast between Noboru’s ordinary school life and Nagamine’s extraterrestrial mission. Their dilemma would be more moving, however, if the artwork wasn’t executed in such a desultory fashion. The character designs are, frankly, a sloppy mess; the languidly appealing cover is a tease, barely conveying the degree to which the character lack a semblance of individuality. Equally disappointing is the space combat, which is rendered so plainly that the story could just as easily be taking place in Phoenix, AZ as on a planet eight light years from Earth. I know, I know: the story is supposed to give me the feels, not the chills, but a little more attention to Nagamine’s mission — its purpose and perils — would have made Voices of a Distant Star a more honest and wrenching story. YMWV.

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Free for All - Episode 5: The Stakeout (Part One: The Operation)

OVER BLACK

The engines of the MX-2A2 light tanks resonate in a parked position as Martian traders call for interested customers in any interests for their wares.

PUG ONE-SIX – MX-2A2 LIGHT TANK COMMANDER:

(Voice-over over radio)

Kilo Eight, we got eyes on you from our six.

Clear to follow.

Over.

EXTERIOR: MARTIAN ROAD, EN ROUTE TO ARKHARO, DAY

We see the vehicles of fourth platoon making their way, as the MX-2A2s begin to move out in single file, and pass the scurrying traders. The convoy advances as we hear…

KILO EIGHT:

(Voice-over over radio)

Pug One-Six, roger.

Lead the way.

They’ve got a long way to go.

TITLE CARD

FREE FOR ALL

EPISODE TITLE APPEARS

EPISODE FIVE

THE STAKEOUT

A satellite video image of the area marks the positions of the units of Operation: “Bad End”. Squares and dots, of green and red. Marking friendlies, and enemies all around the area of operation.

MIKE SEVEN JULIET:

(Female voice-over)

Feed’s good, sir.

Ground callsigns have the target area on all three sides.

“CHAOS”:

(Voice-over)

Do we have eyes on our guys?

MIKE SEVEN JULIET:

(Voice-over)

Yes, sir.

JUNE 24/TULA 06, SOL VENERIS, 22:42:56 PM (MARS TIME)

OPERATION: BAD END

SOMEWHERE IN THE THARSIS QUADRANGLE (MC-09), MARS

“PUMA” – SNIPER TEAM ZATARA:

(Male voice-over over radio)

This is Zatara Alpha to all callsigns.

I have sighting on Greedo’s convoy on thermal.

Repeat, I have sighting.

Over.

“GAZ” – SNIPER TEAM REAPER:

(Voice-over over radio)

Roger, Zatara Alpha.

About time too, over.

“SAYA” – SNIPER TEAM VIPER:

(Female voice-over over radio)

This is Viper Bravo.

They’re forming around, setting a perimeter.

Over.

CUT TO:

JUNE 24/TULA 06, SOL VENERIS, 22:48:05 PM (MARS TIME)

“FIREBASE ECHO”

SOMEWHERE IN THE THARSIS QUADRANGLE (MC-09), MARS

INTERIOR: FB ECHO TACTICAL OPERATIONS CENTER

It is quiet, save for the “beeps and sweeps”. A half dozen personnel on communications, video feeds, intelligence reports, and dispatchers ready to call in much needed support. Consoles light up the dark room, maps are marked for positioning. Every movement from these guys is automatic, without thought or hesitation.

A high ranking officer is among them. Name’s disclosed. But we know him by the callsign “CHAOS”. A Texan-born, battle-hardened Marine lifer, of the special force breed. He walks around, checking every detail of this operation, and making sure everything works well.

This is not his first rodeo.

“CHAOS”:

Nur One-Three is two mikes away, and Warbird One is still good in flight.

Any word from our guys on Greedo’s latest customer?

With him is an intelligence operative, known by her callsign “M7J”. Mid ‘30s. A Harvard graduate. Part of the U.S. Marine Corps Intelligence. She sits by her console, relaying any and all reports.

MIKE SEVEN JULIET:

“Just another Confederate lowlife”.

So the latest intel’s telling me, sir.

“CHAOS”:

What about our “guest of honor”?

Is Greedo down there?

MIKE SEVEN JULIET:

Negative, sir.

No visual.

“CHAOS”:

Well, we’ll soon find out about that now, won’t we?

MIKE SEVEN JULIET:

Yes, sir.

We will.

CUT TO:

EXTERIOR: T-72a OBSERVATION CRAFT, THARSIAN SKY, NIGHT

The T-72 Heavy Observer Fighter flies over the Sulci Gordii. It flies low, but it cannot be seen by those on the ground. Especially with the ongoing dust storm.

INTERIOR: T-72a “NUR ONE-THREE”

The three-martian crew of NUR ONE-THREE begin their part in this mission.

NUR ONE-THREE:

(Male voice-over over radio)

This is One-Three.T-72 observer establishing sky watch.

INTERIOR: FB ECHO TACTICAL OPERATIONS CENTER

She switches to fluent Martian as she receives the message.

MIKE SEVEN JULIET:

(In Martian)

Roger, One-Three.

Good to have you.

M7J writes it down, and keys it in to her console.

MIKE SEVEN JULIET:

(Continued, keying in to radio)

Sniper teams, this is Mike Seven Juliet.

Skywatch established by Nur One-Three.

Warbird One, confirm you have visual on friendly aircraft.

WARBIRD ONE:

(Voice-over over radio)

Roger, Mike Seven Juliet.

I got eyes on, good to see him.

Meanwhile, another intelligence operator walks up to Chaos, 39A gives her report. Late ‘20s. From the Canadian Intelligence branch. Good with communications.

THREE-NINER ALPHA:

I have Reaper on comms.

And Greedo’s crew just finished setting up shop.

“CHAOS”:

Put the teams through, please.

39A nods, then moves to her console. She opens up the frequency on the TOC’s radio.

“BLAKE” – SNIPER TEAM REAPER:

(Voice-over over radio)

Nur One-Three, this is Reaper.

We have you now.Over.

A bit of static on their end.

MIKE SEVEN JULIET:

It’s the weather, sir.

But we’ve maintained good comms, so far.

“CHAOS”:

Let’s hope it holds up.

THREE-NINER ALPHA:

It will, sir.

CHAOS smiles at the confident remark. He then turns to her console. Things are looking good, so far.

“CHAOS”:

(to the radio)

Reaper, this is Chaos.

Over.

-END OF EPISODE FIVE, PART ONE.- 

[theshatteredrose]

A Gathering of Guardians - Prologue (Chapter 11) - Etrian Odyssey Nexus Fanfiction

AN: Slowly making my way through this @_@ Though I did get kinda carried away with this chapter. Now that it’s done, I’m taking a nap. I feel exhausted. Enjoy!

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Chapter 11:

Nitish attempted to keep his mind off the city of Maginia that had moored on the outskirts of town by writing in his notebook. But it was quite difficult to concentrate due to the innumerable emotions that were radiating through Tharsis. And the project he was working on deserved his full consideration.

A sigh escaped his lips as he flipped a page over in his notebook.

“Nitish?” Roxbury questioned as he sat next to him on the couch in Count’s office. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh. I’m…trying to write a letter to Isiah’s penpal,” Nitish admitted. “To thank him, for his help. His medicine…saved Achyuta.” He sighed and shook his head as he gazed down at his notebook. “But…how do you thank someone you’ve never met for saving the life of someone you love?”

Understanding and sympathy was felt from Roxbury and he, too, uttered a sigh. “…To be truthful, I wanted to write something, too. And I’m having the same trouble.”

Yes, that was right. Isiah’s penpal had helped him, too. Him and Zesiro. Nitish did not know of the events of what occurred on that night Roxbury had rushed to the wharf to find Zesiro. But he had sensed his fear. And his relief when he returned an hour or so later.

And when they received that parcel, Zesiro had watched Roxbury closely, protectively as he began his treatment.

“Are you also worried about what the Count’s friend wish to ask of us?” Roxbury suddenly asked him, which surprised him for a moment.

“Maybe a little,” Nitish confessed and idly trailed his fingertip over the blank page of his notebook. “I feel as though he’s going to ask us to join Maginia.”

Roxbury didn’t seem surprised by that. He just nodded his head, almost solemnly. “For the expedition?

Nitish idly folded the corner of the page with his fingers. “Hm. I’m…not actually opposed to it. But…I don’t want to have to leave anyone behind.”

They were a large family. There were many that needed one another. It would hurt them greatly should they suddenly separate. Even for a short time.

“Yeah. We’ve…got quite the support network here, haven’t we?” Roxbury commented as his hands subconsciously curled into fists atop of his thighs. “It’ll feel like we’re somehow abandoning them.”

Nitish simply and silently nodded.

The door to Count’s office opened slowly and Ciaran appeared. He looked inside, slightly breathless as if he had jogged the entire way from the Cargo Wharf.

“Ah, good, you’re here, Ciaran,” Count greeted as he ushered Ciaran inside.

“Sorry for being late,” the wharfmaster murmured as he walked into the room. “Had to deal with a rookie guild. They’re getting a little too excited with that flying city here and all. Besides, I’m a little surprised yer asked me to join this meeting. What would they want to speak to me for?”

Count walked over to Ciaran and rested a hand upon his shoulder. “Well, my boy, they’re looking for an expert airship builder and pilot.”

“Huh?” Ciaran instantly uttered. It took a few more seconds for the true meaning of those words to settle in and he pointed to himself with a dumbfounded expression. “They…want me to join Maginia for their expedition?”

That was…somewhat surprising. And yet, it wasn’t.

Count squeezed Ciaran’s shoulder comfortingly. “That is only a theory at this point, but I do believe that they wish to have the option of air exploration, too.”

Ciaran nervously wrung his hands together in front of him. “…Leave Tharsis?”

“It’s a high possibility that the Phaedron Guild would also receive a request to join,” Count continued as he dropped his hand from Ciaran’s shoulder to address the others within his office. “Though, you may have already reached that possibility on your own, yes?”

Nitish nodded his head. “I had a feeling…”

“You don’t have to accept, of course,” Count added quickly with a smile on his lips. But the smile become slightly strained, though he hid it the best he could. “But…it truly is a chance in a lifetime, hm?”

He didn’t want them to go, but he was too kind to deny them the possibility either. And he was right. Such an opportunity did not present itself often, if at all. If they were indeed being asked to join the expedition, it would be a shame to say no.

But Tharsis was indeed their home.

A trill of surprise raced down Nitish’s spine when he was made aware of a powerful presence. No. There were two. Two powerful auras. Far off in the distance, but he could narrow in on them so easily.

But the auras belonged to that of…humans.

They were powerful, but not at all frightening. It was something he hadn’t encounter before. It was honestly a little bit confusing. Powerful and yet…gentle.

Wait…one aura was extremely powerful, but benign. The other was…something he may have encountered before. Not on this grandeur scale. But it was powerfully gentle. This was…ethereal.

The notebook in Nitish’s hand tumbled to the floor as he quickly took to his feet. “That aura…”

“What’s wrong?” Roxbury immediately asked, concern evidence.

“Th-there’s two powerful auras,” Nitish stuttered as he tried to focus in on the new auras. “Th-they just entered Tharsis.”

They were both moving closer. Together.

…Ethereal?

Nitish’s eyes widened before he turned to face Isiah. “I-Isiah, it’s your penpal.”

Isiah looked at him with a confused expression for a moment. “What?”

“One of those powerful auras is your penpal,” Nitish reiterated. “I’m sure of it. It’s…similar to what I sensed when I read his letters to you. And those notebooks. Th-there’s no mistaking it.”

Isiah continued to look confused, but he did believe him. “He never said anything about visiting. Did he come from Maginia?” he questioned as he walked over to the large bay windows of Count’s office.

“Yes, that’s where the aura resonated from,” Nitish answered as he moved over to the windows, also.

Roxbury stood up from his seat and moved to stand beside Nitish. “Could they have agreed to join Maginia for their expedition?”

Gazing at the large flying city on the outskirts of town, Isiah nodded his head. “From what I understand, he’s the co-leader to a very competent guild who specialise in Search and Rescue. Maybe Maginia thought they needed such a specialised guild?”

Nitish pressed his hand against the glass while he clutched at his chest with his other. “They’re heading this way.”

They fell into silence as they waited. Soon enough, crowds of people lined the streets as unfamiliar figures were led toward Mark’s Grand Court.

They were a small precession. No doubt trying not to appear intimidating. A few guards in garbs that were not familiar to the soldiers of Tharsis, whom of which were guiding the group through the streets. A man in black armour seemed to take the lead, with another elderly man close behind him. Yet it was the two rather unassuming young men who lingered a few steps behind that drew in Nitish’s full attention.

There was no uncertainty about it. Those powerful auras he had sensed emanated from them.

That orange hair, though. He had seen something similar to that in a vision not too long ago. When he first touched the letters between Isiah and his Lagaardian pen-pal.

“That’s…” Nitish drew in a sharp breath.

“I take the one in the white medical coat?” Roxbury asked, obviously asking about Isiah’s possible penpal.

“More likely than not,” Isiah replied. He fell silent for a moment, not doubt studying the other man from a distance. “Huh. He looks younger than I had envisioned. Little on the skinny side, too.”

Roxbury quickly turned to Nitish, a frown gracing his lips. “Are you all right, Nitish? You said that their auras were powerful.”

“Yes, they are,” Nitish admitted, but shook his head nevertheless. “But not overwhelming.”

They fell silent as the watched the small brigade enter the grounds of Mark’s Grand Court. They then moved away from the window. There was a noticeable sense of tension between them all now. No, not quite tension – anticipation.

A few moments later they heard the noise of footsteps. A parade of them. No voices yet, however. Only footsteps as they reached the door to Count’s office. That same door soon opened and a Tharsian guard stepped into the room. His posture was straight, professional. He opened his mouth to speak, likely to introduce their new visitors.

But he was immediately cut-off when an older man draped in a tribal cloak and a monocle pushed past him. And walked straight up to Count, who didn’t appear the slightest bit perturbed.

“Henleigh!” the man greeted warmly, but still boisterously, his arms wide at his sides to embrace the man. “Good to see you again!”

“Ah, Villard!” Count greeted in return, just as jovial. His smile was sincere and genuine when the other man pulled him into a quick embrace. He chuckled and patted the other man on the back. “It’s been too long. You’re quite the worldly researcher now, hm?”

The familial warmth between them was quite reassuring. They were indeed old friends.

But Nitish’s attention was immediately drawn to their other visitors as they walked into the office also. More specifically, it was the young man with the orange hair that gained his full attention.

It wasn’t just his medical coat that indicated that he was a medic; his presence was truly warm and gentle. He was unlike anyone Nitish had encountered before. A true healer. Just being in his presence made one feel safe, cared for. He could ease the burden of illness or injury with a simple look.

Isiah had a formable presence, one that indicated that he was a medical professional. Someone who would and could help any ailment.

But him…he was different. Nitish had never encountered anyone with such an ethereal aura before.

The man next to him, the tall redhead with the large axe he carried with ease, had a powerful aura of his own. But his presence was more formable, more outwardly protective. He had such powerful strength at his disposal. He felt as though he could face down the fiercest of dragons and not feel an ounce of fear. Yet, his outward appearance presented the feeling of support and friendship.

Despite the large weapon resting on his back, he looked relatively harmless. As harmless as an explorer could get. He looked like the quintessential big brother figure.

The both of them were quite extraordinary. Their auras were powerful, but not smothering or overwhelming in anyway. In fact, they both felt reassuring.

Violet eyes suddenly turned in Nitish’s direction and he tilted his head to the side in curiosity. The smile was still gentle on his lips and there wasn’t a sense of disturbance in his aura. It was as if he had felt Nitish’s curiosity.

“Ah, yes, let me introduce you to my escorts,” Villard stated as he took a step back from Count and turned to his attention to the man with the dark armour and a rather painful looking scar upon his hairline. “This is Mueller, Maginia’s guildmaster.”

The man, Mueller, nodded his head in greeting. “It is an honour, Highland Count. Princess Persephone sends her regrets for not meeting you personally. But she was needed within HQ. Besides, it seems that Villard here knows you quite personally.”

Count gave Mueller a warm handshake. “It is indeed a shame I couldn’t meet with the Princess, but I do understand. In the end, it appeared it would be for the best. Villard and I would likely chat aimlessly, even in the presence of royalty.”

Mueller gave a half smile. “Ah, perhaps that is what the Princess had believed would happen, too.”

“Well, I welcome you to Tharsis. Though I know you won’t be staying with us long, I do hope that you enjoy your time here,” Count said.

“We are grateful for your hospitality-”

“Ah, enough with formalities, yes?” Villard interrupted, which earned him a slight eye-roll from Mueller. “Didn’t you wish to speak with the Guildmaster here in Tharsis? I am certain that he may have some advice or information to offer you.”

Mueller nodded his head. “Hm, perhaps I’ll do that now,” he replied in a pacifying manner and he turned to Count. “Villard is sure to go through the details of the expedition, yes? Excuse me.”

Count was as understanding as always. “Not at all! My guards will be more than happy to show you the way.”

Mueller tilted his head forward in understanding before he turned and took a set of his personal guards with him as he allowed for a Tharian guard to be his guide once more. As he did so, he moved to speak with their two other guests. He spoke with the redhead for a moment, quietly exchanging words. The redhead nodded, and seemed to say something reassuring before the two parted ways.

That small conversation prompted everyone to turn their attention to the two young men.

“Ah, yes. Forgive me,” Villard said as he motioned for the two to move closer to the centre of the room. “Let me introduce you to Axel and Lynus, the co-leaders of the Guardians guild, who has so generously offered their help for Maginia’s expedition.”

Nitish felt undecidedly happy. “Ah, it is them.”

Count appeared momentarily surprised. He seemed to have known of Isiah’s pen-pal as well. He, however, didn’t comment on it and his expression turned into a warm greeting. “Ah, then let me introduce you to Roxbury, leader of the Phaedron Guild. And his two teammates, Nitish and Isiah.”

Lynus, the man with orange hair, perked up and clapped his hands together in front of him, a warm smile on his lips. “Isiah! It’s good to finally meet you.”

Isiah smiled softly as he moved forward to greet Lynus. He offered his hand for the other to shake, which he did. But Lynus took his hand in both of his, greeting him warmly. “This is a surprise,” Isiah said.

“Hah, I’m sure it is,” Lynus chuckled as he patted the back of Isiah’s hand. He released his hold and turned to Axel, the redheaded man. “Oh yes, this is my husband, Axel. I’ve mentioned him, haven’t I?”

Axel stepped forward and shook Isiah’s hand firmly. “Hey, how you doing?” he greeted in a purely friendly manner.

Nitish walked over to Lynus and even though he had just been introduced, he greeted him once again. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Nitish, Isiah’s brother.”

Lynus smiled warmly in return. “Ah, yes, Isiah has mentioned you. It’s incredible to finally meet you.”

Unexpectedly, Nitish felt flustered at the response. But he smiled in return and allowed Roxbury to step forward to greet the two as well.

“Ah, welcome to Tharsis. I’m Roxbury, leader of the Phaedron guild,” Roxbury greeted, allowing for Axel to give him a firm handshake in return. So firm and steady that Roxbury seemed momentarily surprised. But he seemed impressed nevertheless.

“Hey,” Axel returned. “Nice to meet you.”

Roxbury smiled, clearly comfortable with them already. As he released his hold on Axel’s hand, he turned to greet Lynus also. Lynus’ hand appeared a lot more delicate, so Roxbury purposely ensured that he didn’t shake his hand to hard.

Unexpectedly, Lynus seemed to still for a moment as he regarded Roxbury with a slight tilt of his head. He had a subtle faraway gaze in his eyes that lasted for a few seconds. However, he soon shook his head and patted the back of Roxbury’s hand before releasing.

“Good to see you’re doing well,” Lynus smiled.

Roxbury appeared puzzled. His expression was still polite, but he was confused nevertheless. His hand suddenly drifted to his side, where he had that terrible wound. His hand lingered there for a moment before he allowed his arm to drop loosely to his side.

“Ciaran, come over here,” Isiah said. “You should introduce yourself, too.”

There was a spike of surprise in Ciaran’s aura before he turned sheepish. “Ah, ok,” he murmured as he made his way over to the group of them. He collected himself the best he could under these circumstances and greeted the two.

“Nice to meet ya, the name’s Ciaran,” Ciaran greeted, falling back upon old habits. “Wharf-master of Tharsis.”

“Oh, you’re the one who has designed and help build the airships of Tharsis?” Lynus stated more than question, sounding genuinely impressed. “Tharsis is quite famous for their air travel and support.”

Ciaran rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Ah, well, my Da did most of the work. I’m just following in his footsteps, yeah?”

“Perhaps it’s best that we get to the task at hand,” Villard suddenly announced, bringing everyone back into focus. “And I should formally invite Guild Phaedron to join us, to join Maginia, on an expedition to the mysterious island of Lemuria.”

Roxbury immediately turned to look at Villard. He was surprised, though not all shocked. “S-so, you do want us to join?”

Villard nodded his head sharply, firmly. Before he turned to clamp a hand on Count’s shoulder. “And Henleigh, you should join us, too.”

The request was a complete surprise and Nitish felt a slight gasp pass his lips at the honesty in Villard’s aura. Count, however, made a surprisingly scoffing sound. “Hah, your jokes are as abysmal as ever, I see.”

“That wasn’t a joke,” Villard stated, firmly, seriously. He turned to face Count completely and rested his other hand on his shoulder. “Henleigh, you gave up your chance to become an explorer to be the Highland Count of Tharsis. You had wanted to be an explorer. You, too, had wished to see the world first hand. This is your chance.”

The honesty in Villard’s words and actions caused Count to become speechless. Which was quite a feat as Count was able to remain professional under any circumstance. Well, most circumstances.

The request, however, was a complete surprise!

Was it really alright for the Count to join them? Did the royal council know of Villard’s intentions? Were they actually supportive? Maybe they wished to garner insight on how to control a city of unruly explorers?

“Um…” Ciaran muttered, almost reluctant to speak but felt the need to. “Is it true that Maginia wants me to join as well?”

Villard turned away from the still very silent Count and regarded Ciaran with a sense of familiarity. “Ah, Ciaran. My, have you grown.”

“Ehe?” Ciaran uttered, not at all expecting that response. “I-I’m sorry, have we met?”

“Only when you were just a small child,” Villard replied as he used his hand to indicate how short Ciaran once was. “Such a bubbly, inquisitive child you were. I’m not surprised you don’t remember me. In any case, the answer to your question is; yes. Air exploration would help tremendously with their expedition.”

Villard sound rather flippant, yet his answers were honest. It was that quick and honest answer that caused Ciaran to fall silent.

Ever protective, Roxbury step forward to speak for Ciaran. “It’s quite a lot to take in.”

Villard folded his hands into the arms of his cloak and nodded his head sagely. “Ah, I’m sure it must be.”

“Um, I don't wish to influence your decision,” Lynus suddenly spoke up. “But I would like to offer you something that will put your mind at ease.”

Roxbury regarded him with a curious tilt of his head. “Yes?”

“You don't have to leave anyone behind.”

Roxbury blinked. “What do you mean?”

Axel grinned as he rested his hand on his hip. “That's pretty much it. We have the Subaltern of Etria travelling with us. Along with two guildmasters, one inn-keeper, one doctor who's running the hospital, and a bar-keep.”

“Not to mention several sovereigns,” Lynus added with a smile before a small chuckle escaped his lips. “From Lagaard alone, there’s thirty-three of us. Anyone who you are close to are welcome to join. You don't have to leave anyone behind who doesn't want to be left behind.”

Roxbury gazed at the two for a moment, taking that time to fully register what they had said. He soon smiled. “That is reassuring, thank you.”

Yes, it really was reassuring. Maybe they could join Maginia for a little while. All of them. Get away from the pressures of Tharsis for a while. Tharsis was their home, their beloved home. But…there were a few memories here, too.

“How long will you be visiting Tharsis?” Isiah asked suddenly.

“Just for the day, unfortunately,” Lynus replied, his disappointment palpable and sincere. “Maginia is planning on taking flight around lunch time tomorrow.”

Isiah frowned, disappointed as well. “I see.”

“Unfair, really,” Lynus commented as he curled a strand of his orange hair behind his ear. “I’ve been hoping to visit Tharsis for a while. Maybe after we return from Lemuria.”

“Will you stay long enough to meet the rest of our guild?” Nitish requested. “They would love to meet you.”

Lynus immediately smiled. “Of course. We’d love to meet them, too. We have all day, after all.”

Nitish returned the smile before he felt the trepidation and confusion of the other occupants of the room. Lynus’ aura was so comforting that it almost drowned out the uneasy feelings of others.

“Um, would you like to visit the Researcher’s Clinic now?” Nitish questioned. “I believe that Highland Count requires some time to find the answer to his own request.”

Count didn’t answer at first, too busy staring at the floor with a conflicted expression. He lifted his head up a moment later and managed a professional but forced smile. “…Ah, yes. Perhaps I do. Perhaps we all do,” he said.

He then turned to face Villard and gave him a rather stern look. Even going as far as to poke him harshly in the chest. “Honestly, Villard, you haven’t changed a bit. You come meandering back, drop a few bombshells, and expect answers.”

Villard shrugged and idly patted at the place Count had poked him. “Hm, I personally don’t see any merit in beating around the bush, as they say.”

“Ciaran?” Roxbury called out gently, clearly worried for their wharfmaster. “Do you want someone to walk you back to the wharf?”

“Ah, no, I’m fine,” Ciaran insisted, though it was more out of habit than the truth. “I’ll…use that time to think.”

Isiah turned to give him a curious look, too. “Come by the clinic later, ok?” That wasn’t exactly a suggestion.

Ciaran simply nodded his head as he made his way to the door. However, he as he walked past Lynus, the medic reached out to gentle touch him on the arm. The touch was light, but it caused Ciaran to halt in his steps.

“It really is quite a big decision to make,” Lynus started with understanding. “But I do offer this; it’s not a permanent one. After the expedition is complete in Lemuria, Maginia has promised to return to all the cities they had visited to return those who do wish to return. Though, you will need to stay for the entirety of the expedition. However, you won’t be there alone.”

Ciaran gazed at Lynus for a moment. Surprisingly, the tension in his shoulders lessened slightly and he nodded his head. “I’ll take that into consideration,” he said. “Ah, nice meeting you.”

Lynus simply nodded his head and watched with a curious, no maternal glance as Ciaran left the room.

Roxbury also watched until Ciaran was out of sight before he turned his attention to everyone. “Shall we go, too?”

After a few nods and words of affirmation, Roxbury dutiful took the lead. Though he walked with Axel, who he chatted with about his Search and Rescue specialities. Lynus walked between Isiah and Nitish. Despite this being their first face to face meeting, Lynus chatted easily with Isiah. They talked about joining Maginia and what it was like living within a flying city.

As they entered the streets of Tharsis, on the road that would lead to the Researchers’ Clinic, Lynus turned to look toward Nitish. He tilted his head curiously. Somewhat similar to how he did when Nitish caught his gaze in the office.

“Excuse me, Nitish? I hope I’m not being intrusive, but are you able to sense auras and emotions in others?”

Nitish nodded his head and folded his hands in front of him. “Yes, that’s right.”

Lynus smiled, almost relieved by something. “Ah. I can sense them, too.”

That surprised Nitish. “R-really?”

“Yes, I can also see auras,” Lynus replied honestly as he idly lifted his hand to touch the purple diamond marking that resided in the middle of his forehead. “It’s helpful when I’m dealing with an uncooperative patient.”

Nitish tilted his head to the side in question. “Oh?”

“You mentioned your diagnostic capabilities a few times in our letters.” Isiah was also curious about the admission.

“Yes. It’s kinda hard to explain, though,” Lynus replied before he fell silent, trying to find the words. “I inspect a person’s aura and look for dark spots. That allows me to concentrate in that area, limiting wait time, as it were.” He paused again, almost hesitant about what he wanted to say next. “Um, if you agree to join Maginia, I’ll be more than happy to show you.”

He was trying to remain considerate of others. But it was also quite clear that he would be most appreciative and supportive if they did indeed choose to join. That in itself was rather reassuring. If they did choose to join, they weren’t to join completely unsupported.

“Hey, Roxbury! What did the Count want?”

Upon hearing Blayden’s jovial voice, Nitish looked up to realise that they were quickly approaching their home. And Bryce and Blayden were outside near the front steps. The two brothers likely became curious about what was taking them so long with. And with the guards from Maginia wandering about the city.

“Ah, long story,” Roxbury said in response to Blayden’s question. “Before that, I should introduce you to our guests. This is Axel and Lynus, co-leaders of the Guardian guild. And this is Bryce and Blayden, members of the Phaedron guild.”

Funnily enough, both Axel and Bryce uttered the same “Hey, how you doing?” in greeting, prompting a half grin from Axel and a blink of surprise from Bryce. Blayden, however, greeted them far more cheerfully. His attention was drawn to Axel, however, and he fearlessly wandered up to him.

“That’s a large axe,” Blayden commented. “Can you actually use it?”

Axel reached up to snare the handle his weapon and lifted it up off of his back with little effort. “Here.” He then turned to Blayden and casually toss the axe in the air toward him, positioned in such a way that Blayden could catch the weapon by the horizonal handle.

The moment he did, however, the battle axe head immediately fell to the ground, imbedding itself within the pavement as Blayden himself staggered to the side by the sudden weight. He then went crashing to the ground in a rather unsophisticated heap.

Axel laughed. Not mockingly, but good-heartedly as Blayden struggled to push up the handle of the weapon and to sit up.

“Lame, Bro,” Bryce chided as he roughly folded his arms across his chest.

“O-oi, shut up!” Blayden stuttered. “It’s really heavy, ok? You try picking it up!”

Bryce rolled his eyes and reached down to snare the axe himself. The muscles in his arm strained and his brow furrowed. He grunted softly as he lifted the weapon. He dropped it into the palm of his other hand, bouncing it a little to assess the weight.

“It is heavy,” Bryce murmured. “You use this in battle?”

Axel reached out to take back his weapon, lifting it easily once more with one hand and with no effort, holstered it on his back once more. “Yeah, I can use it rather easily. Took some training, though.”

“How did you make it to Tharsis, anyway? From Maginia?” Bryce asked.

“That’s right. We were asked to join by the council,” Axel explained. “They’ve sent out similar requests to other guilds from the other cities they have and will visit.”

Bryce nodded his head at the explanation before he paused. He allowed the words to mull around in his head for a moment before he frowned and turned directly to Roxbury. “So that’s the reason, huh? They want us to join?”

Roxbury was momentarily surprised by Bryce’s observation. But he soon pushed that aside and nodded his head. “That’s right. Villard, an old friend of Highland Count’s, has specifically asked us to join.”

He paused for a moment to allow Bryce and Blayden to register the surprising news. Bryce’s brow deepened a fraction further while Blayden looked outwardly surprised. Blayden looked up to Bryce questioningly.

“Apparently, he wants Count to join also,” Roxbury added. “And Ciaran, too.”

Both Bryce and Blayden looked at Roxbury in surprise. Before they could say anything else, however, the doors of the clinic suddenly opened. And Zoran appeared, peering around the door. Likely lured out by the commotion outside. He blinked at everyone for a moment before he pushed away from the door and toddled down the stairs.

“Oh?” Lynus murmured in surprise as Zoran silently made his way to stand before him, peering up at him in wonder and interest.

“This is Zoran,” Isiah introduced as he placed his hand atop of Zoran’s head. “He’s known as a Vessel.”

Lynus’ expression bright in realisation. “Ah, yes, you mentioned them. Their appearance really is quite striking. Though…perhaps a little on the thin side of the health spectrum.”

Isiah made a half laugh, half cough sound in agreement. “Zoran, this is Lynus.”

“H-hello,” Zoran greeted shyly. “You have a very beautiful aura.”

“Why, thank you,” Lynus smiled gently. “As do you.”

“Hm, we have guests?” A deep and familiar voice questioned.

Attention was drawn to the entrance of the clinic once more as Biast eased he tall, bulky frame through the doors. He stood atop of the top step and stretched lightly. He rarely ventured inside the clinic as he was too tall for the structure to fit comfortable.

Lynus and Axel stared at Biast silently as the sentinel made his way down the stairs. There was surprise in their auras, and yet no fright or concern. Nitish had to admit that he was a little worried as to how a strong and protective person like Axel would react upon seeing a sentinel.

But his fears appeared unfounded. Axel didn’t react negatively at all. He had straightened his posture, ready to become defensive and offensive should the need arise. Yet he remained relaxed. Perhaps he had sensed that Biast offered them no threat of danger in return?

“And this is Biast,” Isiah explained as Biast made his way to the bottom of the stairs. “He’s a sentinel. Biast, these two are Lynus and Axel, leaders of the Guardian guild.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Biast greeted simply, politely.

“Oh, thank god,” Axel unexpectedly said. “Someone much taller than Zeryn.”

Lynus laughed lightly. “He won’t like that.”

Biast flicked his ear in interest, he, too, somewhat bemused by Axel’s response to him. “Hm? Someone quite insufferable about their height?

Lynus sighed deeply. Exasperatedly, really. “Unfortunately. He keeps picking up us smaller and shorter people and coo over us like some baby forest creature. Though, he doesn’t do that to me if Axel is around.” He glanced over at Axel with a small smile. “He got punched once. Quickly learnt his lesson.”

Axel didn’t say anything at first. His eyes simply narrowed protectively as he gazed off into the distance. He then coughed into his hand and folded his arms across his chest. “Maybe it would be best to keep Zeryn away from Zoran.” He glanced over at the vessel with curiosity. “Unless you don’t mind being carried around?”

Zoran shook his head cutely. “Biast allows me to sit on his shoulders, so I don’t mind.”

Axel smiled. “Ah, then maybe Zeryn will be happy to have you perched on his shoulder then. Hmm, Chi-hung is likely to take a liken to you, too.”

Zoran tilted his head to the side in question. Nitish walked over to him and crouched down to tell him about the invitation to join Maginia. About the Count and about the Guardian Guild who had agreed to help.

Zoran nodded his head in understanding at Nitish’s explanation. Still, he looked rather…uneasy as he turned to regard Lynus and Axel once more. “Will we be able to join Maginia?”

Lynus blinked in mild confusion. “Hm? Of course. Why wouldn’t you?”

“We don’t appear like usual explorers,” Biast was the one to answer with a flick of his ear.

Lynus gazed over at Biast and smiled kindly. “There is no such thing as a usual explorer. If it helps, we have forest inhabitants from Lagaard joining us, too. They’re known as Winged Ones. I’m sure you’ll get alone well.”

His skill at reassuring others was really quite remarkable.

“Excuse me, I best round up the others,” Roxbury suddenly said. “And tell them the news.”

With that said, Roxbury turned and made his way up the stairs and entered the clinic. Ever the protective leader, he wanted to tell everyone together and then offer them the reassurances that Lynus and Axel had offered to him.

“I really wish that Villard would be more considerate,” Lynus suddenly said with a sigh. “At least give the precipitants of his invitation more than a few hours warning. I feel like we’re intruding, honestly.”

“Ah, not at all,” Nitish immediately disagreed. “To you intruding, I mean. Your words of reassurance are greatly appreciated. And it is nice to speak with someone who is part of the exploration.”

Lynus gave him a gentle smile. “I’m relieved to hear that.” He opened his mouth to say more, but suddenly snapped it shut. A wrinkle appeared in his brow and he immediately turned around to look further down the street.

Nitish immediately knew why he reacted in such a way. He had sensed Logre’s aura, too. He had quite the…peculiar presence, after all. Strong, yet vulnerable. Capable, but often feeling like a failure. Even more so now that he had been reunited with Jeroden. Who of which was with Logre currently. Never truly apart for very long.

“Logre, get your ass over here!” Isiah commanded as he usually did when he was dealing with Logre.

“Hm?” Logre uttered as that carefree smile appeared on his lips and he wandered over with Jeroden but a step behind him. “We have guests?”

Isiah nodded his head before he motioned to their new found friends. “Meet Lynus and Axel from the Guardian guild.”

Logre glanced over at the two, his smile faltering ever so slightly when he registered the name of Isiah’s pen-pal. “Your…?” he murmured in surprise as he looked over at Lynus. Who gazed at him in return.

“These two idiots are Logre and Jeroden,” Isiah continued with the introduction. “They’re members of our guild, also.”

Lynus continued to simply gaze at Logre. His violet eyes studying him carefully. He soon placed a smile on his lips and nodded his head in greeting. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Logre seemed to be surprisingly…intimidated by the two. By Lynus in particular. He was likely caught off guard by the fact that Isiah’s pen-pal, someone that Isiah himself was quite fond off, was actually visiting Tharsis. “Ah, yes. You, too.”

Lynus smiled at him again before he turned to Isiah. “You certainly grow them tall around these parts,” he joked.

Isiah snorted lightly, which seemed to put Logre at ease. Enough for him to excuse himself and head inside the clinic. Again, with Jeroden behind him. But not until Jeroden made his own greetings to Axel in return. No doubt intrigued by the massive axe he carried so casually.

As Logre waited at the top step for Jeroden, Nitish gentle touched Lynus’ arm to gain his attention. “Their auras are a little startling, aren’t they?” he whispered.

Lynus nodded his head idly. “He…carries a lot of guilt, doesn’t he?”

“Yes,” Nitish immediately replied.

Lynus’ eyes lingered on Logre. Though his expression was polite, passive, there was obvious concern in his aura. It was maternal, in a way. It was quite obvious that he was drawn to the vulnerability in the auras of others. To help them. Perhaps even dote on them. Give them the attention they need. And deserved.

Perhaps getting away from it all here in Tharsis would be good for everyone. A vacation of sorts. Just for a little while. And, maybe, meeting other explorers, those who knew nothing of what happened here would be a breath of fresh air, too.

And, well, it would be nice to spend some time with another who could read and understand auras like he could.

“Come,” Nitish beckoned toward the steps of the Researcher’s Clinic. “There’s more people to meet.”

[morethanaterran]

+1 has boarded the moon base

+ tharsian

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“It’s as though I’m staring in a mirror.”