melodiesoflife | Hidden Truth [Log]

What: A log for everyone to gain the information in the Hidden Truth video tape.
Where: The Observatory.

There had been a flurry of letters sent out from Jack and Chiaki, first to Zelda to ask to borrow the Observatory, and then to every Hero of Light, alerting them that they had uncovered some intelligence received in the Heran Empire before the Capital had fallen to Crystal, and that everyone needed to see it immediately.

Jack, Chiaki, and a few others brought in a screen connected to a machine that some would recognize as a VCR. "With our peace mission to the Imperial Capital over Christmas, we returned with a recording made on 20th-century Earth technology, the kind that doesn't have an analogue on Crystallis. It took us time to build a machine to be able to play it. This information comes from Kalki, recorded what appears to be years ago. We obtained it from the Imperial Spy, Jenni. As of right now, we still have no reason to believe that Kalki is alive. But this comes from her, and I apologize to everyone who might be upset by seeing her again."

With that, Jack plays the recording. He stands by the screen and repeats the words for everyone to hear, for those who cannot understand English. Since Kalki's first words are to explain why she is recording it this way, it makes sense why he has to do this. He keeps his own emotions in check throughout, until the explanation of the Bard song that everyone gets to hear. That seems to upset Jack.

Once the recording is over, Jack pauses. "We will need some help from any other English speakers to create a written transcript of the recording so that anyone can access this information at any time. The tape and player will remain here for any Heroes to review. We ask that you please be careful with the machine."

Finally, Jack sits down to let the room descend into the inevitable chaos.

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Well, she almost became a god! That's...nuts, but kind of impressive, given the scope of impossibility of the problem! But, Jack puts it all back under wraps quickly. He takes a deep breath and gives a very understanding nod as Rukia explains herself. She doesn't want sympathy, but she's getting it anyway, too bad.

"Considering your options isn't a bad thing. We still-" Jack shakes his head. "We still didn't know what we were trying to achieve with the things we were doing in that vision. I still don't know why some people were pursuing the crystalized heroes?" Jack shrugs. "But of course you were thinking of it, we were all trying to reason it through."

"Now we know. And if you think about it again, if things get worse, and you consider 'but what if someone took control? Was Kalki right, could we fix it all this way?' That isn't bad, either. You can consider it, and come to the informed conclusion that it isn't what you want to do."

"You haven't done anything wrong."

Rukia frowned at his remark, trying to recall the circumstances. Save for a few sharply defined moments, most of what she remembered and knew had become foggy, like a dream three nights past. "Something about sacrificing a select number of heroes in an attempt to satisfy the Calamity? It's hard to recall--"

Tromp tromp tromp tromp. A rhythmic sound of dozens of high heels clicked in steady staccato. Coming around the corner appeared a huge multitude of women, some bearing signs, others simply raising their fists in the air. And they were all wearing wedding dresses.

"What do we want?"
"A fair price for cakes!"
"When do we want it?"
"NOW!"

One sign featured a picture of a bride and groom cake topper, sadly turning out empty pockets. Another said 'Raise bread, not prices!' And yet another proclaimed '60,000 Gil for Wedding Cakes is Highway Robbery!'

And they were marching straight down the street where Jack and Rukia were holding their conversation. They stamped their feet in unison, hard enough that Rukia could feel the vibrations in her ankles. They bustled past in their silks and taffeta and white netting. One of the signs bumped a window sill of the tailor shop's second floor, upsetting a flower pot that promptly fell on Rukia's head and knocked her flat.

Beware the Brides on March.

Jack's own features screw up as if he's trying to remember. The Heroes, a sacrifice...

...and then one of the strangest displays that Jack has ever seen comes up the road. What in the- That's more high heels than Jack's seen since the last time he went to Scorpio's.

The flower pot falls too quickly for Jack to interrupt, "Rukia!" He throws a hand out towards her, as if he could possibly slow its fall, but too late, the ceramic impacts with her head. No time to even glare at the disruptive protesters before Jack is at her side, checking her head. Fingers nestle into her hair to check for damage. "Rukia? Rukia." Quieter. "You there?"

There was no blood, thankfully. Just a few big shards of pottery, and a lot of soil. She raised her head dizzily, wincing as she allowed Jack to check her throbbing skull for injuries.

"Th-they didn't even apologize!" she stammered, flabbergasted at the sheer rudeness. And they'd been in the middle of a really important conversation, too! A conversation about...

...about...?

Rukia blinked blankly. "What were we discussing again?"

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