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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"Can't blame me for asking..." he murmured at Kyo. After all, 'booby-trap' was a little too on the nose.

But he seemed a bit taken by Miss Kitty, so Maraich took a moment to step closer to Reno, leaning in to whisper privately and quietly between themselves. "Level with me. Would it be worth it to find this portal and try to go with you?"

Maraich knew what this island was like. The collar, the sex, the weird happenings... It could be unbearable at times. Still, he wasn't so naive to think that there couldn't be worse out there. Or, it could be better, and it might be an opportunity to attempt to flee with friends.

[Oh dear. In other circumstances, Jade would have enjoyed watching Rukia's plan unfold. With tensions already running high, though...

The merchant who'd been the unfortunate target of the projectile glared at the fruit vendor, oblivious to Rukia's presence. "If it wasn't you, then who--"

He cut himself off abruptly. Both men turned as one to stare at the small figure huddling under a doorway. It was another replica -- this one with the appearance of a young girl with red hair, sitting on the ground with her arms wrapped around her knees, staring at nothing.

"It was you, wasn't it?" The merchant marched over to the replica and loomed over her. "First you freaks steal people's faces, now you wanna mess with our food too!? You little--"

The shouting was drawing attention and causing passersby to stop. It was clear, however, that no one was coming to the replica's defense. In fact, the hostile stares were directed at her, not the merchant.]

[ Torn between throwing himself in pursuit and remaining by the melodist's side, Ace lets his attention linger too long on the distressing symptoms displayed by his partner. There is no stopping the events once they're put in motion, however. The shouts only grow in intensity as time passes, and more importantly, innocent people are getting targeted as a result of something so insignificant....

There has to be a way to stop it from descending even further. ]

I'll be back in a second.

[ Not before reaching out to make a small motion of his hand so to brush away strands of hair obscuring Tear's face (it's as though her skin is getting paler and paler with each second), he gently gestures her to sit down for a moment. Ideally, he will entrust the girl into someone else's care, except she is likely to voice her disapproval....

... Ah, scratch that. Whoever is standing nearby is going to be targeted with a frown and a pleading stare before he walks away in the direction of the commotion. His girlfriend needs to be watched over, he's decided.

He's not entirely sure what course of action to take next, on the other hand. It's important that he doesn't stand out, so he does his best to appear as casual as possible as he approaches the merchant, lightly tapping a hand against his shoulder.... ]

Could you please tone it down?

[ It's... some kind of a start, right? Admittedly, he usually resorts to far less civil solutions, and it would probably make him look somewhat suspicious if he picked a side right away.... ]

"Maybe," Kyo agreed, giving the iron ball a toss up and down. "But if something else happens, better to have something to chuck at it." Besides, considering how tense the air in here could get with potential traps, he could use the minuscule distraction...

But seeing the attention swinging towards the notebooks--a verbal "Bingo" being the best hint--Kyo abandoned the desk he'd been scanning (and the shot put) and headed over to the other pair. Glad to see Johnny was at least recovering.

"She didn't write any of this in code did she?"

Right, lead on then. We'll keep on the look out for more of those homicidal whackos. How far do we have to go?

Kyo shot Reno a look. He shouldn't feel too bad about giving them the truth. The other option was keeping silent and then having someone get pissed when they found out the truth the hard way. Better to be prepared even if it was dirty.

"Sounds like a plan." Even if it was going to be a bit of walk to get to where they were going to lodge for the time being. Sheena's place to regroup, but then housing for the two weeks was another issue entirely.

Kyo wasn’t really one to go talking about Reno’s habits or his love life. But he wasn’t able to stop those feelings when it came to his own family. Honestly, he shouldn’t care what Yuki did, but… He was glad neither he nor Reno had to deal with that pile of awkward.

A small “hmph” slipped out and Kyo averted his gaze, red coloring his face when Reno confronted him about his outburst. It was… Well it was damn embarrassing! He’d just freaked out like some jealous kid! Even if it hadn’t been what either of them thought, the issue was still there! Kyo was jealous of Yuki and hated the rat’s damn guts!

But at least Reno’s words helped. He didn’t even find it in himself to doubt the other man (mostly because he knew Reno well enough to know what he was saying was true.) He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, nodding in agreement to the other man’s words. Of course Reno wouldn’t be drawn to “perfect” because that was more or less a slap in the face to everything Reno stood for and came from.

“Sorry,” he finally mumbled, embarrassed and frustrated, but relieved regardless. “I’m not pissed at you or anything…” Hell, he’d been with Reno calmly while Rufus and Cloud had both been involved with the Turk. Honestly, their relationship might even be seen by some as merely “leftovers,” two people who had no one else to turn to and yet lived together. Of course if was much more to that than Kyo. He loved Reno, honest and true. Regardless of what people said.

“I’m glad he helped you. Really. You’re… the most important person I’ve got. So…I’m glad.”

Reno caught the notebook and flipped it open, skimming as he turned the pages. Only a few were full.

"Looks like this is the most recent one. Dates go down t' around when she disappeared, otherwise there'd be more here. And I think we're in luck." He held it up for the others to see. While most of the page was covered with numbers and equations, with a few symbols thrown in, the little text there was in bullet-points was easy to read.

"Whether she didn't bother, or Atia's translatin' it anyway, it's all right here." He didn't recognize all the symbols, but most were involved in the equations, so he wrote it off as "smart people" science shit. Not necessary for him to know. The notes, though vague, spoke more to him about what was actually going on.

"These ones, these dates -- they're sorta describing what we're lookin' for, yo. Size measurements, color, weight an' opacity... She's definitely got the idea that it's magic, since I got it from a goddess." He tapped the page, then looked over toward the desk. "Looks like you had the right idea, Kyo. She might have it in 'er desk, or at least somethin' else useful. It was the last project she was workin' on."

[One day, Barkeep will have to sit down with Ramza and clarify that no, praying does not involved looking like an bratty kid that won't listen to his parents. Praying is supposed to look respectful in all religions, but that conversation will be later.

A minute passes, and despite their hearts going all out to be heard to, nothing happens. No crystalline light bestowing its blessing on them. Mordecai is most likely not exempt from Hero duty.]

That...definitely did not work.

[Barkeep is thinking what Ed is, actually. He'll fill them in as Maris leads them back onto the streets and further into Chinatown. Clothes both regualr and magic? She knows someone.]

You guys might be our aces in the hole. Your skills work different than magic here. So they can't prepare against what you can do. That place looks like a normal house, but it's practically a fortress. When magic experiments go wrong, they can stay contained.

[And it conveniently gets him out of having to do much magic fakery. Good.

Salieri is still trailing after them, and he gives Santa a shrug.]

You must not know much about my kind. That's okay~ I do plan to see the world someday, but for now, this city has plenty going on to keep you busy. Like this little adventure! Of course, the guild has ways of keeping Shadows out, but if there are holes in their defenses...

[To demonstrate his point, Salieri dissipates while still walking, turning into that ethereal form he arrived in. It's dark, misty and just barely person-shaped. His eyes, now larger and elongated, faintly glow the same blue they are when he's in human form. Several normal people milling about who see him do this give the group a wide berth. Ed grumbles at him.]

Yes, Salieri, they're all very impressed. Can you please go back to human so you stop getting us attention?

[Salieri does as told, looking smug as he does so. Because he really does want to impress the new people and he feels like it's working, whether it is or not.]

[Maris leads the group to a busy, congested tailoring shop, where many people were working at machines, running supplies around, and packing shipments. She has the group wait outside while she steps off to talk to someone. After a few minutes she comes back out and flags them to follow her inside to dodge the workers and lead them through to the back. She looks uneasy, but that's due to the size of the group. It looks suspicious no matter what.

In the back of the factory they're lead to a small room with a few works and some boxes, which are being opened for display for the group. Maris waves an arm towards it all.]

Regular clothes, and not so regular clothes. You'll have to ask about each piece and what it does, but you might be able to find what you're lookin' for here. Let me guess, Doc - this is going on the tab?

[Ed grins sheepishly and nods, and then tugs on Ash's shirt sleeve. He tries to speak quietly to him.]

Do you have any cash on you?

[The group is free to take a look at the merchandise! It's low to medium quality stuff, and consisted of mostly men's fashion in the "regular" section. The enchanted stuff looks normal, but comes in an array of styles and accessories.]

K'pandolu glanced at him, ears dropping for a moment, and looked away, blowing a stray bit of hair out of her face. "You didn't set it up," she said. No point in blaming someone for something they hadn't done. At least they were aware, and perhaps a little prepared if matters turned that way- if necessary.

She nodded, and gestured ahead. "Lead the way."

Sheena threw Kyo a look. "I'm not rich or powerful; I inherited the house from a friend after they left--which I believe was left to them as well." She didn't go into detail on how the original owner got the house. They could probably guess.

"The tram will get us there in no time." Her brows drawing together, she looked to those with collars. She wasn't sure their collars would work the same as hers for a few reasons. "You know, everyone Atia brings to this place has a collar, but you don't--" and she looked at Minfillia.

"Which makes me wonder if they're functional at all--or merely disguises." She looked at Reno. "You know how Atia is when someone threatens her island; she might be helping you by getting rid of this...Pala...Pally... Your enemy. And if not her, then Thanatos."

She'd believe the latter over the former right now.

[ ooc: If anyone does timeskip the tram trip, Sheena's house is a two-story Itallian Villa. ]

Rialynn's fathered frowned as he crossed the floor with his big, heavy, floor-creaking steps. He glanced back to make sure the rest of his guests were nowhere to be seen before opening the door.

"Bit early for a house visit," he thundered gruffly.

"Checking to see if you were all right. Heard you had some visitors," spoke another voice, more difficult to hear from where they were huddled out of sight. "Not like you to be so welcoming, Gert, wanted to make sure no one forced their way in and made free with your home."

"Throat's not cut yet."

There was a long silence as the two men measured one another.

"Who are your guests?"

"Who said I had guests?"

"Don't play, Gert. When a hermit buys a horse and big piles of food, I think it's clear what's going on, don't you?"

"..."

"Stand aside. On orders of his lordship, we are commanded to search the premises."

Rialynn stiffened sharply, and immediately pushed open the window in her room, waving her friends over. "Go go go!"

[Dude, Santa's totally impressed with Salieri, way more so than with Ed calling him an 'Ace'.]

So, like, are your clothes made out of shadow-stuff, or do you magic 'em when you do that? [Because, yeah, priorities. And speaking of...

Santa picks himself out a suit with a fancy waistcoat and pinstripes. He's tempted to go black, but remembering D9/8s uster's teasing about the lack of color in his wardrobe, he picks a deep blue instead. And he's totally getting that fancy hat that doesn't mess up his hair. He motions to Ed after he tries it on.]

So, like, are we gonna make a paradox, leaving the other you with a tab he never racked up?

K'pandolu hissed a curse, and grabbed Duster's shirt, pulling him up and shaking him awake. "No time to think, come on!" An unpleasant wake up, certainly, but better than being caught. Not to mention her distinct lack of grace in trying to get out the window, but she'd take what she could get. They might need that second horse after all.

Ah…

[it was a thought, anyhow! K'pandolu shrugs, and glances at Barkeep, tilting her head.]

Have a little faith.

[it might just help. Of course, this isn't Eorzea, but at least it shouldn't summon any trouble.]

[K'pandolu turns to stare at Salieri directly, barely blinking for a few moments. He's seemed harmless so far- beyond being the talkative sort, but that trick of turning into shadow sets her on edge. It makes her think a little too much of Ascians. Hopefully as long as one or another of them has their eye on him, it won't be a problem…

She nods to Maris, hands tucked behind her back.]

Thank you very much.

[She goes to look for a hat as well- something that'll fit over her ears comfortably, for preference, and the better if they'll be hidden. Something that'd hide her tail would be good as well, though she glances at the other people around for a guide as to tops that would look in place.]

Duster was not the sort to moan and groan when woken up rudely. It had happened enough times at home and on the road for it to remain unpleasant, but not worth complaining about. Shaking him did the trick, seeing that he cracked his eyes open.

However, the apparent panic sobered him up enough to grab hold of his armor and shoes as K'pandolu worked on sliding out the window. The socks muffled his steps while he hurried beside her, and after slipping on his boots, helped out the miqo'te with a push. He followed suit by grabbing hold of the top of the window frame and swinging his legs out while grabbing hold of his armor in his free arm.

"Well," Selphie began carefully. "We were really disorganised as a group out there. Nobody knew what the other was doing in the beginning but eventually, it looks like a lot of us split off into different groups to attack the different arms. We won though? I don't think we'd be wherever we are if we hadn't..."

She gave Lydia a tired smile. "I used a lot of magic and I'm feeling really tired."

Mary likely would thank Ami if she had the chance, and it would likely lead to some interesting conversations and discussions...but that's a tale for another time.

Mary had only begun to scratch the surface of Saori's tale, but she too was impressed with all she had been through and risen above. She dared not try to compete, but at the same time she was glad that her lover hadn't had to deal with all these trials in a world and era like to her own.

"Getting her attention wasn't the intent, but I have to admit she's not the first damsel who fell under James' spell. Things honestly worked themselves out and she was taking me out to dinner and introducing me to new foods before I even really noticed." She chuckled a bit and rubbed her chin, "I use it at times. It has its uses for those who don't know that Kidd and Mary are the same person. I did the same in my world as well. And no, I don't mind you saying and perhaps sometime we'll have the chance to see."

You charmer you.

[ He can’t blame her since he knows compared to him, Selphie was only a teenager still. She may be older than most but she was still young. It’s kind of what he got used to—being around people who were constantly younger than him. It seemed to be a trend. There’s only a few that are about his age or a lot older than him. ]

Nah I wasn’t thinking about torturing anyone but there are ways you can make them talk. Of course, death isn’t exactly too cruel of a choice but it’s too easy for someone that’s been causing us all sorts of headaches. Letting her die that way is too nice.

[ He replied with a shrug. ]

We’re seriously not going to do this are we?

[ He raised a brow. ]

We have no idea where we’ll land so it doesn’t matter what we do. We should just get started.

I’m pretty used to odd things in general. It’s not surprising or anything really. I’m used to people staring at me weirdly.

[ He replied laughing aloud at her words. She was being her usual self. He didn’t seem to mind it as much. He’d rather they bicker than not. It just showed how strong their friendship had become. ]

I’m always chivalrous. What are you talking about? I can be a complete gentleman if I wanted to you know?

[ He replied grinning. ]

That’s the old man, and I’m not him so you’re not sleeping in the closet. End of conversation.

Ramza would not run if it meant leaving others in danger.

"Your father...will he be alright?" he whispered to Rialynn. The man has shown them kindness the past evening, and he did not deserve to suffer for it.

He did not make to follow K'pandolu and Duster out of the window just yet. "You should go. They may recognize you."

~~Will that conversation be later, though, Barkeep? Because it WORKED.~~ [Ramza speaks without looking up.]

Acts of faith are called so because the results are not immediately apparent. Do not despair just yet.

[Ramza is not sure how it usually works for Barkeep, but Ramza has never know a prayer answered but with time and effort.]

Lydia nodded, and moved to dig through her messenger bag under her cloak. She really...hadn't much that might help. She'd gotten some things--but really, she knew that at best she and any who'd stayed behind would be the last line. Most-likely they'd be cannon-fodder and slaughtered, and then what good would any supplies she'd laid in?

But she had gotten some minor restoration potions. To keep them going energy wise, as well as health wise. One of these was fished out and offered to Selphie. "Somehow, I'm not surprised at all."

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I think a timeskip would be good here. :)

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Re: Meeting the Family

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