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wintersday) wrote2021-05-30 06:46 pm
wintersday) wrote2021-05-30 06:46 pm
Fic: A Strange Inheritance
Title: A Strange Inheritance
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Major Characters/Pairings: Mikoto, Mr. 288
Wordcount: 200 words
Rating: PG
POV: Third person
Summary: Mikoto adjusts to life on Gaia
Notes: Originally written as a giftfic for In Girum Imus Nocte on AO3.
Gaia is a chaos of unpredictable stimuli, and Mikoto is not yet accustomed to existing in it. Bright-feathered animals scream at each other from the trees each morning. The water wheel creaks and splashes – as far as she can tell, it serves no purpose but decoration and noise. The Village’s inhabitants go about their inscrutable missions, and sometimes they speak to her, for reasons that are also inscrutable. But this strange cacophony is what Garland wanted for Terra’s lost souls – what she’s inherited in their place – and therefore, there must be something worthwhile in it.
Mr. 288 claims the fact that she wonders these things is proof that she is more than what she was made to be. He says the act of living is what makes life worthwhile, and also what makes a person alive, and a person. This is tautological. Mikoto is learning not to point this out. But she is also learning that tautological is not the same as incorrect.
On Terra, the air had been placid and unchanging. Here, the wind is abrupt in its rise and fall, its directional shifts. When she turns toward it, her face changes too. Mr. 288 says it’s called smiling.
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Major Characters/Pairings: Mikoto, Mr. 288
Wordcount: 200 words
Rating: PG
POV: Third person
Summary: Mikoto adjusts to life on Gaia
Notes: Originally written as a giftfic for In Girum Imus Nocte on AO3.
Gaia is a chaos of unpredictable stimuli, and Mikoto is not yet accustomed to existing in it. Bright-feathered animals scream at each other from the trees each morning. The water wheel creaks and splashes – as far as she can tell, it serves no purpose but decoration and noise. The Village’s inhabitants go about their inscrutable missions, and sometimes they speak to her, for reasons that are also inscrutable. But this strange cacophony is what Garland wanted for Terra’s lost souls – what she’s inherited in their place – and therefore, there must be something worthwhile in it.
Mr. 288 claims the fact that she wonders these things is proof that she is more than what she was made to be. He says the act of living is what makes life worthwhile, and also what makes a person alive, and a person. This is tautological. Mikoto is learning not to point this out. But she is also learning that tautological is not the same as incorrect.
On Terra, the air had been placid and unchanging. Here, the wind is abrupt in its rise and fall, its directional shifts. When she turns toward it, her face changes too. Mr. 288 says it’s called smiling.