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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[Sometimes the only way to respond to Yuri's cockiness is with a scowl and a punch to the arm. Selphie wasn't particularly in the mood to be judging anyone as the scowl eventually changed to a thoughtful look. She hadn't seen Yuri in the thick of the fight but knew that he'd been there somewhere. Add into the mix that Selphie had run off ahead and gotten into a lot of trouble along the way and she wasn't sure what to think about the Tarutaru at this point.]

We can try but if she starts attacking everyone again then the gloves are off.

[Selphie may not be overly keen of watching people die or having to kill but something inside of her decided that this was one time where she'd have to brush those principles aside.]

If we hadn't been there, the whole city could've been in danger. It could still be in danger. But how do we get back there without know where these lead?

The guy who inspired the Santa legends, Saint Nicholas, supposedly wanted to help out a poor family, but they wouldn't accept charity. So he climbed down their chimney one night, and left money in the stockings they had hanging by the fire to dry. They didn't know who'd done it, so they couldn't return it, so they were able to keep it and live better lives.

[It's a happier story, at least. Except for the breaking and entering part. Just goes to show, sometimes you gotta bend the law when you're trying to do somethin' good.]

They're only supposed to get filled up on Christmas eve, but the rules might be different here. We can take a closer look and see if it looks like there's anything inside.

"It's not fine!" Reno hissed, moving to hold Kyo's face gently with both hands now. He wouldn't let him look away. "Stop tryna' brush it off, like... like yer expendable!"

Reno knew enough about Kyo now, and the Sohma family, to sense what the cat was thinking. And it wasn't true. This wasn't a matter of moving on to the next best thing, this wasn't about using him as a substitute or a fetish, Kyo wasn't an object to be thrown away.

"I have missed you every day. I love you. Feel something about it!"

Reno only relaxed slightly after disarming a trigger on the door. One trap probably meant more. He glanced back at Mary. She didn't sound especially judgmental, but... on the other hand, he knew how it must look. Whether or not it was the case, he couldn't really blame anyone here for wondering if he'd slept with everyone they'd met. Even without Atia's demands, though, Reno had always been flirtatious. Mary had gone so far as to ask him what his intentions were toward Saori. So she was the last person he really expected so say something about his "dalliances" ...

"Marisa was our landlord," he answered succinctly, setting the record straight. "We might've fooled around once or twice when rent was late... or light... but it was just business."

So it might have been a little bit of whoring, but whatever -- it meant Kyo didn't have to deal with her.

"But Li'l Miss Sticky-Fingers here liked her privacy to do her 'science' or 'witchcraft' or whatever in between, so I've never been here. Yer guess is as good as mine, but I'd watch out for tripwires. Maybe pressure plates...?" He shook his head. "Anyway, we're lookin' for about a large-ish sized... marble lookin' thing. It'll be green and it might glow a little... it's got magic in it."

Behind the flasks, K'pandalu will notice that the light glints off something shiny!

"I bet that's what they are." He looked from them back to Sheena. "Like, in the vision -- when Sephiroth died. Do you remember?"

The details were still a little vague and blurry, but he remembered the lab and the computers. He remembered trying to stop a program, and then a rift opened and Manikins began pouring through... Not a rift, but the Rift.

"If this is the Interdimensional Rift, then those hafta' be portals to other worlds. This is what her notes meant, about bein' able to go home -- we'd have to go through here!" Still, how to get home from here without directions... He shook his head.

"Which one goes where is a crapshoot, though, unless someone else knows more than me. Maybe Ales."

[Rukia, on the other hand, has no idea what to expect at this point. She's never seen Natalia or Guy before, but she can see that Tear seems to be watching them more intently than most anyone else they've crossed paths with so far.]

[What she does know is that Jade and Tear need access to their research and are having a difficult time moving covertly. She also knows that she's not going to be much help doing any research at all. She doesn't know enough about this world, or science in general for that matter. If Urahara were in her place, then having a shinigami present might be useful. But as it stands, she knows the knowledge they can gather might help them solve the problem of the spreading Calamity.]

If you need a distraction, I would be happy to provide one.

[Because the scene with the merchants worked out great, didn't it? She can stroll over and kick one of them in the seat of their pants, then dash out the door. Or through the wall. It would be child's play.]

[He'd have strongly protested to anyone just looping a big sack over his shoulder without warning like that, but given that he trusts Rukia -they do work together- and also her comment reminding him that she's very much non-corporeal in these worlds due to her Custom-Job, though the tall silver haired man does grunt with annoyance for a beat it's dashed away an instant later.

She did mention supplies but- for the time being he'll just make sure that the bag isn't in the way should he need to get to the low-sheath of Masamune where it's strapped upwards across his back. Besides, there are other things to be paying attention to.]

Agreed. Other worlds so far seem to have an objective-

[He nods towards Ace but falls silent as Tear explains further and Jade follows up. Sephiroth tries not to stare at the mumbling replica; somewhat stuck between sympathy and a completely ignorant type of suspicion about them based on what Tear had said.

He picks up the pace a little, to come parallel with Jade as they walk. They needed to prepare for the worst case scenario in case they did come across either other versions of Tear or Jade, or their own companions.]

...what can you tell us about those that you'd know, or indeed yourselves, at this point?

[He's not so much ignoring the merchant up ahead, but it had nothing to do with them, right-]

So getting into the cathedral unnoticed is the primary objective?

[Rukia looks smug. A little too smug. She plants her hands on her hips, working her head from side to side as though to work out the kinks.]

I can keep the public eye fixated elsewhere.

[In fact, it seems like she's already managed a head start on her plan, given the merchant's expression. Is it a type of revenge against all the shopkeepers who ripped Rukia off over the years? NO! Because Rukia had no idea she was even being fleeced. But it's a task she can perform well, and one she's familiar with due to her upbringing.]

That's the cathedral up ahead, correct? I'll meet up with you there.

[And off she goes, her steps quick and jaunty as she jogs toward the miffed merchant...and across the street from him, to the fruit vendor she pilfered earlier. She pushes her hands under a head of leafy greens, trying not to lift it up until she's ready...then she hucks it right at the angry man, aiming it to make it seem like it came from the vendor himself.]

[When in doubt, instigate a food fight.]

So you ain't a vampire... or a werewolf. Just means I'll hafta' be more careful about it.

[Reno avoided eye contact, but he still wasn't sold on the idea he was helpless here. He was a Turk -- he had his pride.]

Sleep? [That got a short laugh.] Right. If that's possible.

I'll be fine.

[Rialynn smiles, then nods. She's always felt better acting as support herself, not really possessing many strong desires and goals the way so many others do.]

I can understand that feeling. I may decide to study magic myself. I haven't decided yet.

[She lays the fiddle in her lap. Hopefully it's all right to play out here; she wouldn't want to attract any nearby troublemakers if they really are on the run.]

Do you think you guys will settle down in another country somewhere? Maybe enjoy an adventure across the seas?

"Thanks," Rialynn grinned, relieved. with the last of the beds set up, she pushed herself up to her feet and made her way to the kitchen. She felt a strange sense of surrealism from the sheer nostalgia of the way the house still smelled after her years of absence. It was so familiar, the pots hanging on the same pegs, the same old dish towel set next to the larder. She gathered up the food her father had laid out and carried it to the front room so they could eat and talk until they were too tired to do much more than laugh at one another's lame jokes.

Morning seemed to come too soon. It filtered through the cracks in the curtains and stabbed at the eyes of the sleepers to urge them awake. The smell of hot coffee was rich in the air, the elder Kollmann having brewed some on the little potbelly stove. Boiled eggs and fresh bread slathered with butter and berry jam awaited them for breakfast, and Rialynn ate as if she were starved. She'd missed all of these familiar things, and once they found the portal, there was no telling how long it would be until she had a chance to come home and enjoy them again.

She wondered if she would have ever come home at all, if not for her conversation with Ramza that night in the hospital. Most likely, she would have continued wandering the countryside seeking new stories to tell and helping Sabien and the others find their destinies. She wondered if her other self was doing that even now.

Rialynn's father emerged from his room, a cloth-wrapped bundle held in his arms. The floorboards creaked under his weight as he approached Ramza and extended the bundle. "Sword," he grunted.

Rialynn's eyebrows went up. "The blacksmith was okay with the gil?"

He nodded. "Said he could melt it down and use it for some of his projects. We could only get one horse, though."

She wiped the crumbs from her fingers, frowning thoughtfully. One wasn't enough for the four of them. Looking to the others, she decided to just ask straight out. "You guys are fine with knocking out a soldier or two and riding off with their horses, right?"

"They drag ya here, put these collars on yer neck and</>i make ya pay rent? I gotta stop bitchin' about Crystallis."

Johnny decided the best thing he could do was keep his hands shoved in his pockets and not touch anything. Just looking, nothing else.

"Green magicky ball. Got it. And I'll look where I'm walkin' too, I guess..."

Some of these cabinets had to be safe, though, right? Not every one of them could be trapped. After a moment of hesitation, Johnny tried to open one with a finger.

[ His companions' reactions are telling enough, but one of the figures he actually recognises, making it all the easier for Ace to connect the dots. They might be in trouble.

Beyond most likely lies their way out, but even with that in mind, he carefully considers Tear's words. If there's a reason for her to stay behind, he will not question it - but there's no way he'll leave her alone in such a state. Protectively stepping forward, he hopes to reduce the risk of her being seen, keeping his own profile low all the while.

(This is where his mage's robes definitely come in handy.)

He's also not at all enthused by the idea of meddling with the past, which is why Rukia's suggestion leaves him with a bad feeling. ]

No. Not here. Our task is to let the events run their natural course. [ His voice is hushed, but firm. After all, the smallest details might ruin their chances of preserving the original timeline. ] Whatever we do, we can't raise an alarm... so let's be smart about it.

[ Meaning he could still be convinced by a concrete plan - but as things stand, it's just way too risky. ]

[Johnny's shoulders slump at that suggestion.]

... We don't know where we're goin'. Or where these lead. For all we know, we could end up somewhere a hundred times worse than Crystallis.

[Somewhere like Exsilium. Johnny's eyes suddenly go wide with worry at that thought, and he suddenly grabs Reno by the wrist.]

H-Hey, if we have to go through one of these, do everything you can to stay together. If we get separated--

[He's got a bit of trauma from losing so many Exsilium friends to random time portals, okay.]

Duster never was good at waking up early. He used to train until the late night as a child, went onto becoming a nightclub musician, and saving two worlds did little to fix that. He groaned the light from the window shone directly on his eyes, then again as Ramza moved around the room.

Five more minutes.

He pulled the blankets over the eyes and hoped that the others would leave him alone.

[No murder! Its a cute story about a nice man.]

Won't we be taking presents from other people?

[Maybe it's a communal selection of stockings? He pokes at the marshmallow and pinches off a bit of the hot marshmallow to eat.]

Ramza, unlike his new roommate, was accustomed to rising with the sun, so he left Duster to his devices and went to break bread with the Kollmanns.

He accepted the sword from Rialynn's father with a bow of his head. "Thank you for procuring this. We will be safer from bandits and wild animals with proper steel by our sides."

He raised an eyebrow at Rialynn's suggestion, though. "We are not in such haste as to justify thievery, I think. We can use the horse to carry our supplies, and make better time on foot because of it."

A horse could be someone's livelihood, and besides, the power of the rift would let them cross when its purpose had been fulfilled. He wondered if there was any use in rushing.

Dude, we're not taking the stuff. We don't even have to go inside. I just wanna show you the tradition.

[Way to think like a thief, Duster. Aoi's not gonna straight up steal from these guys. He'd be a pretty shitty Santa if he did.

...he might steal a bite of marshmallow from his boyfriend, though, if only to get him to hurry it up.]

[Duster blinks. Oh, right, not every trip has to involve picking up random items hidden in the room. Don't blame him; he survived saving his world by taking food they found lying unguarded.

After Aoi takes his bite, Duster peels the entire marshmallow from the stick and shoves the whole thing in his mouth. With a quick shove back into the fire, the residual marshmallow burns off.]

Alright, alright. I won't take anything. [He hands off the stick to a nearby young elf that was marshmallow-less.] Let's go.

K'pandolu was also used to waking at dawn, and companions who were less fond of it, leaving Duster to be the only one sleeping longer as she went to investigate breakfast.

She settled back, frowning slightly. Her tail was still under wraps, but it was inconvenient. "There is still something of a time limit," she said. "I do think it would be good to be able to move quickly… We might look less suspicious on foot, but it might be a problem if we needed to run." Twelve willing, they wouldn't need to, but still. She looked towards Rialynn, tilting her head slightly. "Should we be heading for the city?"

Kyo jerked, eyes widening as that sound hit him right in the face. Those words. Hands cupped at his head, holding him there, and he instinctively tugged, wanting to pull his face away and avert his eyes. But the grip refused and his heart rate escalated, breathing shortening. Everything Reno said, it hit him. It hit him hard and slammed into the life he’d come from. Those dreams he had… the memories of a life he couldn’t have but in tiny pieces that might go away at any moment…

Stop it… “Don’t—!“ Reno shouldn’t be talking to him like this! He couldn’t stop what happened to Reno or himself! Whether he came or went. Stop it. “Don’t, Reno! It happened, it’s going to happen, and you shouldn’t… you shouldn’t—!” Feel guilty, keep trying, hold on. He didn’t want to be a burden, a weighty memory that held the man back, a source of his pain and frustration, poisoning whoever came next. But above all—Stop it!—don’t say those three words!

I love you.

His eyes were pools of red in a sea of white, staring at Reno like he’d just stabbed him in the chest. Maybe in a way he had. “…I miss you.” The words came out soft, trembling, Kyo’s lower lip quivering in effort to hold it in. “Every night, it’s like dream.” Why couldn’t Reno see… No, it wasn’t Reno. Kyo curled his fingers in the man’s shirt, other hand wrapping a death grip on Reno’s wrist. Feel something.

“I just wanted to stay there with you!” His words exploded out of his mouth and he pulled him close. “I don’t want to be a burden; I don’t want to be a sad memory! I want to stay with you, Reno!” Yelling, tears coming, denying all the reality around them that said none of this would last. “I love you! I finally got to say those words and mean them, have them returned.” Kyo pushed his face against the other man’s hands, trying to get closer to him. He knew… He knew Reno didn’t think about him like that, didn’t think about him as a substitute or some curious attraction. He wasn’t an object to him… He knew that… but…

“I can’t stay close to you and I kills me!”

"If it'll help kupo, I'll prank any guy who breaks your heart!" He offered, accepting the pat and reaching up a paw to grab her hand in turn. His way of trying to make things better, as he really hadn't meant to hurt her.

"I'm sorry too Selphie." Lydia murmured, smile sad but there all the same. "It's...well you know how it's been. BP tends to be protective, I've noticed."

Kyo sighed at the reactions, but hell if he was gonna blame them. From the embarrassed looks to the anger or stupefied, all there. He reached up and poked at his own leather collar, tilting his head to the side in irritation at feeling the thing so close around his neck again. "Sorry you guys had to get tossed in here," he offered, to them all and no one in particular.

An orange brow arched. Did Cloud just say... Palitutu? Well, he wasn't so grown up as to not crack a little grin at the sound of that name. But least he kept his mouth shut. "The first district is where all the rich and powerful stay on the island. Third district's kinda like the slums. That's just housing."

If that helped anyone narrow down what they were going for.

"Uh, it's a little too friendly for some people," Kyo shot back with a wry look. That "innocent" tone wasn't getting past him, Maraich. He knew the man too well. But at least Kyo was right up there with his friend in that he didn't know much of what was going on either. Just these guys were looking for something and it was here. So... not much to go on.

"Apparently. Maybe Atia started a trend or something," the cat muttered. He listened in on the conversation, trying to plug in pieces from what he'd heard last night. It still didn't get too indepth, but whatever, something was better than nothing.

"LIKE HELL I WOULD!" he spazzed. Dammit, Maraich! Don't imply stuff like that! He was just talking and it slipped out that way. Sheesh!

Not that it stopped him from giving Cloud an arched brow and strange expression. "That sounds like you have experience in that... or you're already prepped for it," he said, not at all sounding he was a proponent of the choice. Shoving someone in drag was... yeah. Especially if he suspected Cloud didn't like it.

He glanced back to K'pandolu when she huffed at him, and offered a shrug as his expression twisted. "We've had some strange events on this island. You never know." Kyo was still curious about her... this girl had ears and a tail. "Hey, don't just go volunteering people to get put in drag!"

Kyo snorted at the "dalliances" comment, but it's not like anyone on this island had a scapegoat out of that word. But he still wasn't sure knowing that was going to really help them. A person trapping their personal belongings probably wasn't going to care who sprung it? But whatever, it might help. Just... personal question. He blinked when the woman approved of his comments, a tiny little grin playing at the agreement. Cool. "Thanks."

Well, maybe some glowing could at least indicate... something. Someone else could touch it first if they felt like being brave (or stupid). Unless no one did; then he might get irked enough to stomp over there and do it himself.

A soft sigh slipped out when Reno had to out with his personal relationships. But he couldn't do anything about that. It was Reno's choice and if he felt comfortable enough to give them a summary, fine. He kept his own opinions to himself.

"A marble?" he droned, looking around the crammed room with all its odds and ends. "Well that shouldn't be too hard to find." Wry sarcasm there.

"Hah," Kyo scoffed, looking at Johnny. "If you think that's the worst of it. You had to get a job too. And if you pissed off one of the gods or one of the bastards thought you offended them, you'd have to fight whatever they came up with as a 'punishment'." He offered sarcastic shrug. "Course, I'm jaded so whatever." Had to throw that little bit in there, just in case people thought he was giving straight facts. But it wasn't exactly untrue. He watched Johhny mess with a cabinet...

"Man, just yank it open and duck."

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