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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[Ramza does not understand why one would want to take off their shoes when one never knew what emergency could arise and need attending, but he can follow orders. He strips off his boots and walks into the house in sock feet.]

I do not mean to intrude. Thank you for allowing me into your home.

[He looks to Barkeep to make sure he is not doing anything wrong. Why did Barkeep trust him with this meeting?]

[The Barkeep's expression is unchanging, but he doesn't show any sign of disapproval. He steps inside, supports himself on the wall as he leans on one foot, and uses two fingers to pull off his shoe.

The inside of the house is immaculate. Whoever is in charge of housekeeping (it's Barkeep) must take pride in making their house as clean as an advertisement from the 50's.]

Looks like I wasn't gone long. [There's no layer of dust that forms after a week, unless Harriet did some work while alone.] Don't worry, she ain't mad at you.

[Ramza nods at Barkeep, but he's not entirely convinced. He looks around the house. It is strange to him, but obviously well-kept.]

Yes, it certainly does not seem like you have been absent for more than a year. Time must pass differently on Crystallis. I wonder if it is still going by so fast in our absence...

[What if the Calamity triumphed before they returned? Why would Palitutu send them here, unless she intended to get them out of the way so she could enact her own plan?]

[Palitutu must be tempting him with a return to his old life. Living with his wife, running the town...it's preferable to the mess that is the Hero life.]

Time travel, is what it is. We got back with the same wormhole Kalki made to take me in the first. place.

Mordecai, can you come here a minute? [Harriet leans out of the kitchen door and smiles at Ramza.] You make yourself comfy, you hear? We're gonna get somethin' for you to eat real soon.

[A glare at her husband. Get over here. We need to talk.]

Edited 2016-08-31 02:28 (UTC)

[Ramza sits, because if Lady Barkeep is anything like her husband, she will take her hospitality very seriously. He does not protest that she is treating him the way trainers approach a skittish chocobo.]

Please do not go to any trouble. [Please go to the trouble. He hopes she is as good a cook as Barkeep, because it has been a trying day and he could use a hearty meal.]

[Unfortunately for Ramza, Harriet's adult life was too busy and stressful for her to practice her cooking skills, so all she has to offer is tea and some space snacks. While the water boils, she drags her husband away from the doorway and shouts as well as one can while whispering.

The hushed argument continues from the kitchen for a few minutes, interrupted only the the kettle. After another minute, Mordecai returns carrying a tray of three tea cups with Harriet and the plate of cakes. Neither are smiling, but they are calm.]

Sorry for the wait. This one's cheesecake, this one's banana nut. [She points to the two types of sliced sweets on the plate.]

[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.

Oh, what hasn't been happenin' is the real question. You got these hooligans travelin' the streets 'bout to cause trouble if you look at 'em funny. Ain't like defraggin' spaceships out in space while under the threat of a radioactive heatwave.

[Harriet waves her hand behind her as if to dismiss those concerns. Work is difficult enough, and trouble is the last thing she wants when on leave, even if it's nearly impossible when she lives on Mars.]

Oh, but that might not make much sense to you, sorry. [She smiles, showing pearly white teeth.] Thing is, there's always trouble going' on in this town, much as the Marshal works hard to stop it.

[Yes, Ramza does not know what Harriet's concerns mean, precisely, but they do sound very trying.]

The Marshal? You mean Sparks Nevada? You have not noticed his absence...

[Poor Sparks Nevada. Trouble followed him wherever he went, it seemed.]

[Harriet raises an eyebrow. She's usually not on Mars, which means she's not around enough to pay attention to the Marshal. If he came over as a guest, then sure, she'd realize if he wasn't around recently.

Fortunately, Mordecai is here to clear things up before they become a mess.]

H-he's been out a while. Seein' that Ramza's been transported to this here time and place, Nevada's got his work cut out for him. [Grin.] Listen, Harriet. There's a whole mess goin' on here, and it's a long story. Starts with me gettin' taken to another universe.

[He leans on his knees, eyes focused on his wife.] First things first, how long was I gone?

Couple hours. Why?

Its been over a year from my point of view.

Amazing! [Ramza is wide eyed, still in awe of the workings of the strange time magic that allows them to spend a year in Crystallis in no more than a few candlemarks.]

He has missed you greatly, madame. You have never been far from his thoughts.

[Barkeep has always been a kind ~~Bar Dad~~ roommate, and Ramza wants to make sure his lady knows that he loves her truly and is a man of utmost honor and loyalty.]

[Harriet's eyes widen with the news, unsure whether to believe that he was gone for a year. Ramza's presence does make it more believable, and he addresses the young man.]

He's been livin' with you for a year? Why couldn't he come back? Don't tell me he got himself involved in your troubles, didn't he? [She glares at her husband.] What did I say about usin' the Force Galactic to alter history?

[Mordecai sighs.] Harriet, it ain't of my own choosin'. And I wasn't on Earth or Ramzas universe. We were all taken to this one planet called Crystallis which has its own problems, and those problems took away my Force Galactic, and now one of the causes of those problems is runnin' around the multiverse, causin' who knows how much trouble!

[Ramza nods in agreement.] Crystallis is fraught with troubles, and many with great power in their home worlds lose them when they arrive. I assure you that Uncle Mordecai has helped prevent much woe that would have elsewise been.

[Harriet raises her brows at "Uncle Mordecai." She mouths that name to her husband in surprised amusement, then returns to Ramza grinning.]

Really? And what did he do?

[Ramza does not notice the exchange between husband and wife.]

He led an expedition into the sewers that uncovered a secret laboratory, and he runs the Space Saloon that offers respite for the Heroes of Light, and he has learned white magic to aid in fights and keep anyone from falling in battle. I assure you that he has not needed...galactical forces to be of great benefit to our number.

L-look, it's one o' those magical fantasy lands. Magic's real there. It's like what you'd see in video games, only real.

[Crystallis is a tabletop game, he thought to himself when he woke up in Trano Golsaucia over a year ago.]

But yeah. I've been busy the past year. Or minutes in your perspective. Kinda adds more to my resume, don't it?

[Harriet closes her eyes. If this universe weren't as strange as it already was, she would have a difficult time believing such a place could exists. She's heard of stranger.]

Sounds like you've been busy. You almost done with all that questin' business? I want my husband back home sooner than later.

[It is a sad thing, to see a husband and wife being pulled away by one another for the sake of a war. Having witnessed such things in his homeworld does not make it any less terrible.]

Conscription into the Heroes of Light is not...voluntary. The conflict must soon come to some end, whether the one we want or no, but I think we must be there until it finishes.

[At least, that's the idea Ramza has gotten. Perhaps Barkeep will stay here and not return to Crystallis, though.]

[Harriet's smile falters, though the lack of disappointment in her eyes indicate that she doesn't believe her Mordecai has no voice on the matter.]

My husband's not just a business man, young man, he's also the mayor. Mordecai's a busy guy! All this world savin' is gonna stress him out so hard, he won't be able to sign anythin'!

Now Harriet--[She's getting angry, and Ramza's not the target she's looking for.]

Listen. You go get me whoever's taken you away, and we're gonna have to figure out some sort of compromise. We can send 'em guns, debuggin' consoles, anythin' with advanced tech as a replacement. Sound good?

[Well, Ramza is certainly seeing the Empress in Harriet now.]

I suppose...if the power of the Crystal brought us here...there must be some connection back to Crystallis. Perhaps we could get a message through?

[It's hopelessly optimistic, but that is Ramza's modus operandi. If there is a way to help Barkeep stay here with his wife, if that bargain can be made, he is willing to try.]

[The Barkeep shrugs.] I can try sendin' a telepathic message to the crystal. Gonna be harder since it's in another universe, but there's no sense in not tryin'.

[The proper precautions must be in place before he can use his mind powers. First, to shut out all distractions, he squeezes his eyes shut and covers his ears. Then, to down out all other thoughts, he hums quietly so that it echoes loudly in his head.

Let me stay with my wife, let me stay with my wife...

Harriet holds out a hand, ready to scold her husband for using his powers inside the power, but decides otherwise. The fabric of space had already been tampered with, and Mordecai is only fixing it.]

[Well, if they are trying anyways, Ramza may as well do his part. He sets aside his cup and plate and slides off the chair to kneel on the floor. Barkeep does as his faith dictates, and Ramza will do the same.

He prays for Barkeep to be returned to his wife and his home and made to wander no more. He is not sure that anyone listens, but it seems more useful than sitting and leaving the burden solely on Barkeep.]

[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.

~~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.]

Yeah, yeah, I get that, I know religion. [He sighs and waves his hand around.]

But you'd think you'd get that voice talkin' in your head.

What voice?

[Realizing that this would take hours of explanation, Harriet drops the topic.]

Actually, since we got a guest here, why don't you spend the night here? You must be exhausted from runnin' aroun' for months. Here, Ramza, was it? [She stands up and brushes her hands on the front of her pants.] I got a spare bedroom in the back where you can stay. It's about time we used it again.

[Ramza is also confused about the voices Barkeep apparently hears, but if the lady is letting it drop, he won't pursue it. Maybe prayers work differently here.]

Thank you. Rest would be nice. You have my gratitude. [This is Barkeep's home, so he is certain the accommodations will be sufficient.]

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