I. awakening (?) [ The notable thing about waking up is that he does it at all. Dappled sunlight flickers across his closed eyes, and Clive stretches his body instinctively, groaning as he sits up. Shaking out his shaggy hair and rubbing his face, he--
Wait a moment.
Clive stops doing that long enough to look down at his hands, and he stares. They're flesh and bone and blood, and he has no idea how. He thought he'd be statuary by now, slowly eroding on the beach where he'd washed up the night before.
Maybe he is. Maybe this is the afterlife. He supposes he can accept that; he'd accomplished what he'd set out to do, after all. The rest will be up to his friends.
Standing, he takes in his surroundings. Where he'd last been on a sandy shore, he's now surrounded by forest as far as the eye can see in all directions. Also... he's in a suit of armor? This really must be the afterlife. At least Invictus' comforting weight is still at his back.
Encounter Clive the knight-errant as he tromps through the enchanted woods. Are you a monster? He'll fight you. Are you a maiden, or otherwise damsel-coded? He'll rescue you. Don't question it, just get rescued. ]
II. the magic flute [ The floating musical note is kind of hard to miss. Examining the eighth note with a critical eye, Clive blinks in mild surprise when it pops at the gentlest poke from his armored finger, but the sheet music that appears as a result is the real head-scratcher.
Holding the page of parchment, he squints at it. What is he supposed to do with this, exactly? He can read the music, which might surprise some people--his mother had never cared in the slightest about him or his skills, but his father had thought that music lessons would help to balance out all the swordplay he was learning.
Is he... supposed to sing this? Please help this confused man. ]
III. Wildcard [ Feel free to write your own scenario for meeting up with Clive. Alternately, poke me with an idea and I'll write it up instead! PM me at this journal or poke me on plurk at mochihearts. Just follow your heart friends. ]
clive rosfield | final fantasy xvi (spoilers from the word 'go') | tdm
[ The notable thing about waking up is that he does it at all. Dappled sunlight flickers across his closed eyes, and Clive stretches his body instinctively, groaning as he sits up. Shaking out his shaggy hair and rubbing his face, he--
Wait a moment.
Clive stops doing that long enough to look down at his hands, and he stares. They're flesh and bone and blood, and he has no idea how. He thought he'd be statuary by now, slowly eroding on the beach where he'd washed up the night before.
Maybe he is. Maybe this is the afterlife. He supposes he can accept that; he'd accomplished what he'd set out to do, after all. The rest will be up to his friends.
Standing, he takes in his surroundings. Where he'd last been on a sandy shore, he's now surrounded by forest as far as the eye can see in all directions. Also... he's in a suit of armor? This really must be the afterlife. At least Invictus' comforting weight is still at his back.
Encounter Clive the knight-errant as he tromps through the enchanted woods. Are you a monster? He'll fight you. Are you a maiden, or otherwise damsel-coded? He'll rescue you. Don't question it, just get rescued. ]
II. the magic flute
[ The floating musical note is kind of hard to miss. Examining the eighth note with a critical eye, Clive blinks in mild surprise when it pops at the gentlest poke from his armored finger, but the sheet music that appears as a result is the real head-scratcher.
Holding the page of parchment, he squints at it. What is he supposed to do with this, exactly? He can read the music, which might surprise some people--his mother had never cared in the slightest about him or his skills, but his father had thought that music lessons would help to balance out all the swordplay he was learning.
Is he... supposed to sing this? Please help this confused man. ]
III. Wildcard
[ Feel free to write your own scenario for meeting up with Clive. Alternately, poke me with an idea and I'll write it up instead! PM me at this journal or poke me on plurk at mochihearts. Just follow your heart friends. ]