[For most people, the act of Harvest was something typically associated with the Autumn, and of course the spring was all about getting what was needed started, tending to it all year, and then reaping the reward of their efforts in the back end of the year.
Or so Gladiolus figured. He didn't know shit about farming. Not really. But hell... there was a sort of honour in it, wasn't there? He lingers at this particular place, watching couples plant small packets of seeds together. It calls to mind something years ago.
His sister, younger, smaller, on her hands and knees planting carrots in a more-or-less abandoned coastal field. The simple joy in her eyes as she'd looked up to him with filthy hands and even a little bit of dirt on the bridge of her nose, her eyes, for once, simply happy.
Shit. Even the thought is enough for him to smell turned over soil and the sea. He lingers, half leaning over a small fence that enclosed the area of which a handful of Government officials oversaw the couples, turning his head to anyone that might do the same.
HARVEST MOON SIMULATOR; Option C ⬤ Tournament Display
[Exhibitions. Now that was something he could get his teeth into. Of course, by the size of him, most Government officials that clocked him came on over, telling him about the displays, the meaning behind some kind of sacred origin story of the nation of which he'd found himself in.
And fuck it. He'd found himself carted away, dressed, he figured, like something that was a cross between a medieval knight and a power ranger, given a decorative greatsword that honestly, seemed more like a sword crossed with a laser gun, and... complimented. Extensively, by a hoard of animalistic officials each wielding clipboards.
Oh, you look just like a Moon Knight! A handsome, hunky Moon Knight!
Have you considered modelling? Can take your hair down? Then you'll be like a calendar model!
Hey, do you think we can have him up front? We're going to get so many applicants next year with him as eye-candy!
It was ridiculous, really. But ridiculous was something he could abide, if anything because he was many things. Vain was one of them. So, without further ado, he picks up a particular official, seating her on a broad shoulder as he poses for a series of pictures from the others.
YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND, BABY, RIGHT ROUND; Option A ⬤ Lunar Blossoms
[As Gladiolus settles in an area which is full of benches and bathed in sunlight, he's pretty aware that he's placing far more value in just simply walking around and experiencing the Encircling than what he really should.
If anything, it's because he knows in the back of his mind that he shouldn't be enjoying this. He knows that while he's here, having fun, simply basking in the sunlight, lying on his back on a bench, eyes closed and simply enjoying the feeling of warm sunlight on his skin, that this place, the music, the festivities, the area...
Shit, just the amount of people around is something that isn't meant for him. It's so far removed from darkness, decay and death that he can't help but feel guilty simply for the sake of the fact that he's here.
He needed to get home. He knew that.
Excuse me?
He opens his eyes, just in time to see an official place a flower on the lapel of his leather shirt. And he blinks, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he looks up at the woman, pushing himself up to sit, and incline his head in thanks.
[As the day wears on, Gladiolus isn't exactly unaware that there are more and more animalistic people walking about as time passes. The three moons linger in the sky, despite the fact that its daylight... and as the day wears on and on, he's aware that there seem to be more and more bouts of totally weird behaviour.
The weird behaviour ranges. Whether its two people necking in a doorway, to other people in alleys doing other stuff entirely, hell, even a few fights here and there, he can't help but notice that there's a bunch of shit that's getting progressively darker as the day wears on.
Except it's not his place to do anything about it. Each one of these people are citizens, and a stranger - a foreigner - getting involved in any of it is something that won't go down well. Either with them or the officials themselves. So he keeps himself to himself, sidestepping altercations, averting his eyes at more intimate displays of affection, and walking- hands in pockets- until he sees something entirely and completely wrong.
It's a three-headed monster- a Cerberus, he thinks- a daemon? An actual daemon? attacking a (wolf)mother and a child. He can't ignore this. He knows it. So he runs forward, habit making him extend his hand - a large, sharp, and keen greatsword appearing in one strong, tattooed as he gets between the woman and her attacker, his eyes flashing.]
Gladiolus Amicitia | FFXV | ota
HARVEST MOON SIMULATOR; Option A ⬤ Planting Trees
[For most people, the act of Harvest was something typically associated with the Autumn, and of course the spring was all about getting what was needed started, tending to it all year, and then reaping the reward of their efforts in the back end of the year.
Or so Gladiolus figured. He didn't know shit about farming. Not really. But hell... there was a sort of honour in it, wasn't there? He lingers at this particular place, watching couples plant small packets of seeds together. It calls to mind something years ago.
His sister, younger, smaller, on her hands and knees planting carrots in a more-or-less abandoned coastal field. The simple joy in her eyes as she'd looked up to him with filthy hands and even a little bit of dirt on the bridge of her nose, her eyes, for once, simply happy.
Shit. Even the thought is enough for him to smell turned over soil and the sea. He lingers, half leaning over a small fence that enclosed the area of which a handful of Government officials oversaw the couples, turning his head to anyone that might do the same.
Hey, he was feeling nostalgic.]
Hey. You wanna give it a shot?
[Link;]
HARVEST MOON SIMULATOR; Option C ⬤ Tournament Display
[Exhibitions. Now that was something he could get his teeth into. Of course, by the size of him, most Government officials that clocked him came on over, telling him about the displays, the meaning behind some kind of sacred origin story of the nation of which he'd found himself in.
And fuck it. He'd found himself carted away, dressed, he figured, like something that was a cross between a medieval knight and a power ranger, given a decorative greatsword that honestly, seemed more like a sword crossed with a laser gun, and... complimented. Extensively, by a hoard of animalistic officials each wielding clipboards.
Oh, you look just like a Moon Knight! A handsome, hunky Moon Knight!
Have you considered modelling? Can take your hair down? Then you'll be like a calendar model!
Hey, do you think we can have him up front? We're going to get so many applicants next year with him as eye-candy!
It was ridiculous, really. But ridiculous was something he could abide, if anything because he was many things. Vain was one of them. So, without further ado, he picks up a particular official, seating her on a broad shoulder as he poses for a series of pictures from the others.
Aaaah! This is the best Encircling ever!
Pick me up next, pick me up next!
The Moonblessed are the best!!
That is until he's interrupted.]
'Sup. Time to get to work already? Damn. Alright.
[Link;]
YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND, BABY, RIGHT ROUND; Option A ⬤ Lunar Blossoms
[As Gladiolus settles in an area which is full of benches and bathed in sunlight, he's pretty aware that he's placing far more value in just simply walking around and experiencing the Encircling than what he really should.
If anything, it's because he knows in the back of his mind that he shouldn't be enjoying this. He knows that while he's here, having fun, simply basking in the sunlight, lying on his back on a bench, eyes closed and simply enjoying the feeling of warm sunlight on his skin, that this place, the music, the festivities, the area...
Shit, just the amount of people around is something that isn't meant for him. It's so far removed from darkness, decay and death that he can't help but feel guilty simply for the sake of the fact that he's here.
He needed to get home.
He knew that.
Excuse me?
He opens his eyes, just in time to see an official place a flower on the lapel of his leather shirt. And he blinks, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he looks up at the woman, pushing himself up to sit, and incline his head in thanks.
It's just a flower, no harm done.
...Right?]
[Link;]
JUST LIKE ANIMALS-MALS; Option B ⬤ The Lightless
[As the day wears on, Gladiolus isn't exactly unaware that there are more and more animalistic people walking about as time passes. The three moons linger in the sky, despite the fact that its daylight... and as the day wears on and on, he's aware that there seem to be more and more bouts of totally weird behaviour.
The weird behaviour ranges. Whether its two people necking in a doorway, to other people in alleys doing other stuff entirely, hell, even a few fights here and there, he can't help but notice that there's a bunch of shit that's getting progressively darker as the day wears on.
Except it's not his place to do anything about it. Each one of these people are citizens, and a stranger - a foreigner - getting involved in any of it is something that won't go down well. Either with them or the officials themselves. So he keeps himself to himself, sidestepping altercations, averting his eyes at more intimate displays of affection, and walking- hands in pockets- until he sees something entirely and completely wrong.
It's a three-headed monster- a Cerberus, he thinks- a daemon? An actual daemon? attacking a (wolf)mother and a child. He can't ignore this. He knows it. So he runs forward, habit making him extend his hand - a large, sharp, and keen greatsword appearing in one strong, tattooed as he gets between the woman and her attacker, his eyes flashing.]
Hey, lady! Run!
[Well, this was going to be a thing.]
[Link;]
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