angel numbers

"Do you believe in signs and signals?"

Usually it's something Seren would ask distractingly matter-of-factly, bright and real but also tossed off like they didn't even really care, academically, let alone spiritually. Yelv, do you have time today to talk about our lady and savior Azana, the Azure Star?

Well, of course not. Yelv doesn't ever have time to talk about Seren's daily BS. But Mimi's there with him, this moment, cocking her head and very nearly clasping her hands. Well, yes! She does believe in signs, and signals, and fated meetings and promise rings.

Now she does, anyway. She didn't used to. She used to spit in the face of fate and its fickle dealings, with all the righteous rudeness she could ever muster.

Imagine Mimi, being dismissive. But once upon a time, indeed, it was true. Thankfully, something divine (see? see?) bled into her and gave her the gift of direction when she hadn't any, and she shared this with Yelv, as well. From talking of transferring to the Harriers, ad hoc, to now being assigned missions on the caliber of Elma and the entire freakin' Lifehold - yeah, and he's happy about it, too!

Something has to be responsible for this. Something up there, beyond the ozone layer, has to have rolled around, found gravity, and slotted into place.

Seren has never actually asked L about it. They haven't had to. Cir every thought, word, deed reflects a great takenness with spirituality, with belief in anything and many things.

L's comprehension of Seren's psyche has come surely but slowly, then swifter and swifter along.

So when Seren asks Yelv and Mirabilis if they believe in these kinds of things, they have to share a glance with each other and wonder just what it is Seren's on about now.

"I believe in coincidence, and things not being coincidences," replies Mimi. "I think things have meaning, yes."

Yelv groans, rolls his eyes. "Of course things have meaning - that's kinda how they become things, y'know, Mi?"

A suppressed look of faint fear covered by mischief flickers in Mimi's eyes. Something she knows but won't tell. Something she doesn't know how to tell.

Oh, and she never will. She'll never have to; it'll all line up eventually, she trusts. She and Yelvie will figure that out together, no doubt.

She doesn't bet on a grand ceremony, though, either. Nothing so odd as an entire battle where they don't hit anything but angel numbers with every strike and swap HP to TP seamlessly from 7777 to 5555.

When Seren's really, really bored, which isn't so very often, they sit on a bench in the residential district and stare up at that perpetual counter on BLADE Tower, trying to ascribe any sort of meaning to the digits which tick and don't, swim across the display somewhat aimlessly; it doesn't seem to provide any actual useful information, so why shouldn't it be saying something special?

Something about this planet, indeed. And whether or not this planet is governed by angels or demons, devils or godsends, black holes or stars, there is something sacred, Seren believes, about the ways in which we speak to each other. The things that we find, in the wild, to say.

Things have meaning because we imbue them with it. People have meaning because we've chosen them, and pledged ourselves to it.

Mimeosomes, computerized bodies, which should have no warmth, no soul, no spirit, have become our closest allies and partners. We hold hands with a stranger. We climb mountains with a speaker in a box. We eat pizza and chocolate without a landscape of pores to aggravate. We dress these dolls up not to hide their mechanical nature but to celebrate their human one. Nothing innate about them. We just are.

Opportunity. Intention. Alignment. Creativity. Stabilization. Change. Compassion. Luck! Infinity...

All these ways in which we celebrate our mortal lives, which will all someday come to an earthly end.

"We do believe we have been left up to fate. To survive on Mira, despite all the forces that may come against us...against the odds, we choose to fight. And must there not be some reason for this?"

L's pensiveness brews a minor storm overhead, the twin horns casting a shadow over cir furrowed brow.

"Yeah, there's a reason," says Yelv. He's still grumpy about being outnumbered, but he's grappling with it. "The reason is we're here. Ain't that good enough for you, bud?"

L's face does brighten at that thought - yes, how else to contextualize Seren's presence? They are simply here - hear, hear!

It's as if they're facing into a new horizon dawning, Seren firm with fists at sides and L at their back, Mimi determined with hand laid on Yelv's chest. But they're not; they're just shopping for trinkets in the commercial district (Seren wanted Rainbow Star, but they had to compromise with Méliès 321).

They peer out the window down the street at Hex Marines.

Say, why are the segments on the FrontierNav map shaped that way, anyway? Probably - well, surely - Kirsty would know, and it's something about optimal packing and bees instead of whales, for once. But it's weird, really weird.

So Seren sighs and goes back to picking through the copic markers for Atomic Tangerine (#FF9D6C) and Knight's Armor (#5C5C60). You know, as if Mimi doesn't definitely already have both of them in duplicate if not triplicate.

Oh, but these look interesting... #22CCDD and #5566BB , otherwise unnamed. Seren's no artist, and they can't think of what on Mira they'd be able to even do with such implements, besides ruin them on a greasy pizza box or else test the limits of NLA's poison control squad. Still, they can't help but feel drawn.

A squeal issuing from Mimi's side of the aisle tells them that they won't need to figure out what to do with the markers; Miss Mirabilis will be more than happy to oblige.

Do you believe in signs and signals? Friendship? Love?

low-effort reference and this again. also this and this. i tried to find the same color card generator as sky used but settled on this which lists #FF9966 for Atomic Tangerine and doesn't have Knight's Armor. do add up the hex digits though :3 and my colorpots were developed (quite simply but still) for my about page signature colors. so there we are!