melodiesoflife | Event || Revelations

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Event || Revelations

Characters: All the Heroes of Light and their Moogles.
Where: Order's Sanctuary, The Interdimensional Rift and their Homeworlds.
When: August 03rd - August 30th

Summary: Following the battle against Palitutu, all the Heroes of Light were transported into the Interdimensional Rift. They were told by Palitutu they would have to find her to prove they can break the cycle-- But before they could reach their destination, a malevolent entity from the Rift stripped them from their immortality...

And now, they woke up in a decaying and dying world, most specifically in a place called Order's Sanctuary. From there they are ready to jump... Into their homeworlds! Feel free to use this post for the Mingle at Order's Sanctuary and should your homeworld be the stage for the Heroes of Lights' next adventures, feel free to make a thread for it and as many sub-thread as necessary! Please refer to the OOC Post for questions and plotting.

Warning: Whatever you come up with.

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[Aoi is focused more on the warmth of the cocoa than the consuming of it. He wraps both hands around the mug and lifts the cup close to his lips so he can breath in the steam. There's nothing like being warm. He relaxes into his chair with a pleased sigh.]

You ever ice skated before? Or built a snowman? Or sledded? Sometimes it's not totally lame. Might as well entertain ourselves a little, make it worth our while before we move on to somewhere terrible.

"I'm not a fighter...but I will do what I can. I'm more than willing to help share the burden too." Lydia chimed in, looking up at everyone (darn it, she was due a growth-spurt!) with conviction. Especially the Doctor; Jack believed this man could help, and it was clear how strong that belief was.

Oh no, no no, Jack has found his distraction for the moment. He exaggeratedly looks between Salieri and Ed as they walk, and then once they arrive, he pretends to talk to Saleiri in confidence, although the whole room can hear him.

"A pleasure, indeed. So, what's the deal, you two? Bad ex? Doc forget to call the next morning? Ed forget to compliment those stunning eyes?"

The only thing better than somebody who responds to attention is somebody who, in giving them attention, annoys someone else. It appeals to the inner ~~outer~~ five year-old in Jack. Kind of a brat for a supposed Captain.

Duster lifted a fist and held it at chest level, staring at the floor. He had to help with anything he could offer, but knowledge to use advanced technology that could save them all? Duster understood fighting and music, but he didn't have much experience when it came to learning. He knew, his friends reminded him that he was better than he thought he was, but the hesitation remained.

"...I don't know if I'll understand, but I want to help. In case anything happens...I should be there."

He could hold some of the lifesaving wisdom. Even as a container, he can use it.

"Psychiatrist, huh? Do you normally work with these kids, or are you all together 'cause of the..." He waves a hand to indicate 'all of this bombing shit'. He keeps his tone casual, like he's just making conversation to kill some time, even though he doesn't trust any doctor further than he can throw 'em.

He ignores the women at the door. Kidd, he trusts to not do anything dumb, and the other one...he's thought she's creepy as fuck since he met her on that airship way back when.

The Doctor was ready to apologize to Chiaki, when Sparks speaks up, and then K'pandolu, and Lydia, and Duster. Jack smiles in that way as if he already knew what was going to happen. The Doctor's gaze sweeps over all of them, proud, impressed with what he's seeing. He breathes out. "Blimey. Awfully good team you've got yourself here, Jack."

The lights in the console room dim, as if the TARDIS herself is trying to help. "All of you, join hands," the Doctor indicates they should form a circle around him. "Breathe deep and relax. If you have any sort of psychic training or shielding please do what you can to open your mind. And close your eyes."

Instead of taking the hands of the two people on the ends, the Doctor lightly touches each person on the temple (Chiaki and Duster, by chance.) Strung across so many minds, the process is not painful at all, the burden is not so heavy. A slight rhythm passes through each of them, tap-tap, tap-tap, charging each of them to the others presence, tuning them all in the mentally to the same wavelength.

'Omega.'

The word- no, the name hums along that frequency, resonating within each of them, as a trigger to unlock the knowledge that the Doctor seeks. For suddenly, they all know that this is the name of the Time Lord who was able to unlock the secrets of the Untempered Schism, a gap in the fabric of time and space that lay next to the planet Gallifrey.

The knowledge they receive gets framed by everyone's individual perspectives. Was it the greatest scientific acheivement of all time? Was it a trick of magic? Was Omega truly a God like the stories say? But they each learn how it was done, harnessing an energy that is too big and vast for anyone to even contemplate, taming it and granting the people of Gallifrey mastery of time: truly letting them become Time Lords. But it was achieved by taking that energy and funneling it through something native to the planet. Without that- thing from Gallifrey (an accompanying word does not translate, but everyone receives a very odd image of growing coral), this knowledge can't be used to achieve time travel. Not on Crystallis. But the principle might just work for the Soul Divider.

Alongside all of this knowledge comes memories, feelings, and a warning. For Omega, himself, after he had granted such an incredible gift to his people, sought an even higher power. His greed and his ambition eventually destroyed him. And all throughout, all of this knowledge comes with a feeling of the deepest loneliness. It is never said in words, but they can all feel the truth that the Doctor is the last man who would be able to pass this knowledge on: it is the final gift of a lost civilization.

And now they are the last who would be able to take this knowledge to Crystallis.

"Ah." He rolled his neck, having gotten slightly sore from looking upwards. "If you're worried about making it up to him, I can help around the house."

Better to assume that her father is strict than relaxed. Duster pushed himself onto his knees and stood up, one foot at a time.

Lydia's brain had wrapped around some interesting concepts--but this.... She was so grateful she wasn't doing it alone, although she would've if she'd had to. Jack hadn't talked with her often of the Doctor, but she'd known enough.

She could see why Jack admired him so... While the information was safely contained in a part of her mind, shared among them all--that loneliness struck a chord. A chord that had been pinged far too recently, even if she didn't have this man's reasons for it.

Once she was sure it was over, Lydia didn't quite think. She just did--moving from the group and latching around the Doctor's waist in a hug. Trying to convey that she understood. They couldn't take away the loneliness--nothing could, but they could help balm against it. She wasn't sure if it was so tight for herself (given her recent issues Crystallis had provoked) or for him, but she's not letting go easily.

"Uryuu!" Reno beamed, seeing the other man finally emerge. He was probably addressing him more informally than Ishida might like, but Reno wasn't much one for titles unless someone really earned -- or, rather, demanded -- it. Besides, even though they might not be best friends or anything, Reno ran into Ishida enough while visiting Sheena. He liked him. Ishida was reliable.

"I was hoping -- any chance you still have all those li'l sweaters and cocoons an' shit that I asked you t' make for LB?" Reno squinted, hoping against hopes. It had been two months... He wasn't sure if Ishida would have kept them intact, or if he even could reuse the fabric if there were damage or potentially needles in it.

"To be honest, I'm not sure either." He always had an ideal, but it was one he'd never be able to live up to. He was too selfish, too drawn to the darkness. A path that had led him down the road that severed nearly every opportunity to change, to grow. Yet if he left someone changed for the better, then...

Almost at once, Ira placed a hand to his forehead, almost as though something connected that had been severed ages ago.

Staring at a computer terminal, glancing back behind his shoulder, trying to be certain that no one was reading his screen as he responded to a private message. 'I don't mind causing others pain, but only to those who hurt my friends.'

The words that appeared in response set into motion a link of chains that had been disconnected and severed behind countless new chains, links that were no more real than his wireframe body. 'Now that, I understand fully. Protect the things that matter, right?'

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Yet the pain was gone as soon as it had begun. That's right. He had sought the power Ira was made with for one purpose in particular. And if that loser could do it, then...

Shaking his head once, he knelt down in front of her, placing his right hand on her shoulder and lightly squeezing it. It was a wordless offer, and one of comfort he had only given to one other person in his short life. If she needed it, he was prepared--for once--to be clung to for a while.

Yes, he completely ignored Lin's inquiry, calling his name. He was fine, after all. It was only a memory--and a good one at that for a change.

[The leather gloves Duster is wearing insulated his fingers from the warm mug, but the heat that still gets through comforts him. Chocolate, while not rare in Crystallis, was a luxury before arriving here, and he savors each taste.

His eyes wander from the window and travel to Aoi's face. His nose is still red from the time he was in the cold...it makes him look cute.]

No. Kumatora and Lucas went up Snow Mountain before, but there wasn't enough time for them to take me there. [They spoke to snowmen, sat in the hot springs, and sledded down the mountain in a refrigerator, but Duster was being tied up to a pole and beaten while that was happening.]

Betel-Po shot him a thumbs-up, and did his best to nudge Lydia. She didn't need much persuading, now that the floodgate was open so to speak. Still with her hood up and buried in her cloak, but Lydia moved. Leaning against Ira, burying her head against his neck and shoulder and crying silently as her shoulders shook.

It was likely to be several minutes still before the flood of emotions will ebb.

Man, Sayaka's form was really bad going in. At least she was getting serious and going after witches.

She'd give the new magical girl the benefit of the doubt - Sayaka had until she finished the popsicle her teeth bit into.

..."Screw it!" In three quick chomps it's devoured, the now red-clad girl jumps to drop down towards the abyss.

Landing, lance braced tight, she scouts the confusion.

Ira gave a thumbs up in return, before gently wrapping his arms around Lydia's shaking shoulders. He was so careful, even knowing his powers were cut off, because of who it was. Lyds was one of the handful he'd allowed himself to get close to, who treated him as his own person. Of all those gathered here, she was one of those he wanted to harm the least.

He was fine with whatever period of time she took. When she seemed to calm down somewhat, he almost-whispered: "Let's see if there are any pies in one of these worlds."

Nothing was better then a good, old-fashioned pie throwing contest. Besides if his temper was anything to go by, the others likely needed a brief laugh too.

Eventually the exhaustion hit, and Lydia clung with no reservations. She didn't know about his powers--and she probably wouldn't care even if she did. Lydia had been trying so hard to be strong for others, but also to not cling to her friends. Which went against her nature in some ways, as all she wanted was friends, especially in Crystallis where she was cut off from all she'd known.

For the first time in a while, Lydia felt safe to let herself be vulnerable, eventually clinging to him more tightly, ignoring grime and armor. His comment made a hiccupy short laugh come from her, which was a good sign. "If I could be sure which one lead to the Neitherworld, I'd take us there in a heartbeat." Her voice was raw from crying, but she felt better overall. A slightly tighter hug, nuzzling his shoulder and a whispered "Thank you".

[Ramza pauses, net in hand, when Barkeep questions him.]

This is where I was when I was taken to Crystallis. My sister and I are riding to the border to go overseas. Everyone in Ivalice presumes us dead -they had a very nice funeral for Alma-, but I was...wanted for crimes against the Church, and if anyone finds out we are alive, the chase will begin anew.

[Meanwhile, Alma is gathering up blankets and spare cloaks from their saddle bags, to help make their guests more comfortable. She chats with Rialynn from the other side of the fire as she works. The chocobos snore quietly.]

We have been traveling for almost a week now. It has been quite an adventure. Very different from life in a monastery! And you two? Forgive me, but you must be foreigners. Have you traveled far?

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[Ramza has no idea what either of those flavors really are, so he tries the 'cheesecake'. Cheese is good, and cake is good, so it will likely be just fine. And the tea is certainly welcome.]

You are most kind. I thank you for your hospitality.

[He is unsure what to say next. In the other worlds they have been to, there have been...disturbances.]

Have you noticed any strange happenings of late....other than my arrival, I suppose.

Ok. We'll suit up and do somethin' fun.

[Snowball fight would be amusing, but Aoi shudders just thinking about the cold snow getting into his clothes and shoes. Snowman building would probably get old quick. Maybe skating. He'd probably have to hold Duster's hand while he learned. Or sledding, with Duster's arms wrapped tight around his waist to hold on as they flew across the snow... And he's willing to bet that if they just wander a bit, they'll find themselves some mistletoe.]

Ahem. Anythin' in particular you wanna try?

[Duster picks at his slice of pie.]

I'm good with anything. [Maybe not the snowball fight, seeing that Aoi is already cold. He cuts a large chunk of food and pops it into his mouth.] Honestly, I don't know a thing about Christmas, so you'll have to show me around.

Of course he notices it all. The lack of shadow, the quiet words from this guy he doesn't recognize, and the strange way Sheena is acting, too. It all seems off, especially when he hadn't spoken to her too long ago. She was supposed to be somewhere else.

So, something's off. He has half the mind to ask if she's really Sheena, but nothing about her behavior seems particularly wrong, so there's no point in calling her out.

Here in the room, he makes sure the door is closed and turns to face the group with his hands on his hips, glancing between all of them. "Sure, sure!" Despite all of the mood, Zelos sure sounds nonchalant about keeping this secret. He literally waves it off, eyes landing on Lydia.

"So is this cutie pie here right, then? You guys have been off on some top secret journey?" He looks back to Sheena. "Without me? What's with the cold shoulder, hmm? You mind explaining what's going on already?"

Although Sheena had moved off, she could hear what was being said by the others, but had remained silent.

Until now.

Coming back to the group slowly, she pointed at Sonic. "He's right. All that's being done right now is giving the Calamity what it wants. When we worked together last year, and had all that 'good will' towards each other, the Calamity stopped. It didn't start up again until the Sage's vision--where we were pitted against each other. Memories and feelings that stayed with us."

She sighed.

"And then thanks to Narasimha, we started to be suspicious of each other, avoiding each other, and the Calamity started moving even faster." She was probably stating what everyone knew, but she had a point. She nodded towards Palitutu.

"She's been giving us the clue the entire time, I think. She's told us the solution isn't in Crystallis. I believe it's within ourselves." For a long moment, she looked at Palitutu, her voice quiet as she once again spoke.

"'Farewell, my shadow. You, who stand at the end of the path I chose not to follow. I wanted my own world, so I don’t regret my choice. I would make the same choice all over again. I will continue to choose this path!'"

Looking back up, she said, "Something someone else in a similar situation once said. Let her follow this path she chose."

And with that, she stepped through the portal.

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Having not laid eyes on the other girl yet, any praise for her observational skills could be negated for now, but knowing she was being watched had been even less welcoming. She didn't want Kyosuke involved in any of that magical girl stuff... even if he was front and centre already, thanks to her.

"Come on, let's get going," her arms found their way behind her head, trying to act like everything was just another normal... day. It was, wasn't it? "I forgot my bag today, so I guess I'll have to borrow everything from you, Madoka!"

* * *

Everything about this felt wrong. It was hard to concentrate, and Sayaka found herself staring at the ring on her finger as she turned one of Madoka's pencils in her hand for what seemed like several classes worth of time. When the lunch bell finally rang, she looked up with a "Huh?" to see her two friends leaning in.

"Miki-san, are you not planning to welcome Kamijo-kun back?" Why did Hitomi have to pressure her so much about it?!

"Ah... heh, it looks like he's busy," the crowd at his desk suggested as much at least, "Maybe after we eat will be a better time... I'll meet you guys on the roof!" definitely not a cop out, as she rushed towards the stairs, running for the open air.

[Reno gasped for breath, finally free, and clutched his chest, turning in toward the sofa as if to curl up for protection. At least Dylas had stopped before he'd pissed himself.]

...What did you just do?

[The accusation came out shaky, Reno's body still trembling.]

There's an immediate outward cast of Sayaka's arm, as she moves in front of the veteran. "I said I could handle it," her voice is low and stoic, as she moves down into a crouching position.

Albel's cheeks burned, the blush going straight to his ears and up through his scalp. He could swear he even felt every hair follicle stand on end.

"Wh-What are you doing...?" he sputtered, just barely holding back a 'worm.' He didn't call Sheena that anymore; it just sort of slipped out when he was totally stunned and incredulous.

She'd kissed him. She'd kissed ... him. In all this time they'd been together, they hadn't -- not that Albel hadn't thought about it, but it had never seemed the right time, and then Crystallis was having another crisis... It just hadn't happened. And now that it had, he couldn't help but feel flustered.

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timeskip to lunch, kyoko's fave class

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