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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"I know, kupo... That he's being open about it is a good sign, though." Lin said, hugging BP back and keeping her voice low. That she was worried for the both of them would be an understatement, going through such things at an age where they could barely be considered adults in some places.

Ira blinked when he felt her hands around his fist, gently urging it to loosen. It took all of his willpower not to automatically pull away. "...I never expect you to," he replied. "Never want you to. What I've seen I wouldn't even wish on even those that created me." He attempted to look her in the eye, studying her for a moment. "Everyone's experiences are their own, even those shared with others, because we take them in different ways."

"...I only wanted to say you aren't alone in your frustration. Even if it may seem like it at times."

Edited 2016-08-28 21:06 (UTC)

Still holding on tightly to his hand in both of her own, Ira couldn't see her eyes as she kept them closed, her head down. Studying her?--she was still, so very still when she'd always been more energetic.

"That's..." Tripping over the words, Lydia started then stopped. "While you were a...a-crystal." Hard to say the words, as Lydia hated the stasis. She hated things so rarely, but she despised that state while many viewed it as a boon.

"Many of us had a vision. It was like--like we lived it, even though it was only a vision. 2 years, maybe less, from now. Maybe more--but things happened, and rifts within the Heroes came. We fought, we disagreed, some left. I...I was numb." Still holding his hand so tightly between her own, clinging as if he were a life-line.

"I can't say I was 'alone', as people I considered friends were still there it was true. But I was--still alone in a crowd, so to speak. Because no one understood. When everything hurt, and there was no point to existence but more pain...why go on existing?" It wasn't clear now if she was speaking about the vision, or something else with the emotions in her voice. Anguish and fear.

He blinked once, twice. He heard a few moogles whisper it before, but he had no idea what the others had seen. That she was clinging so tightly, that aside from maybe a slight shake she remained still... It worried him. It took a lot to make him worried.

He remained silent for a moment, glancing down and to the right with a faint grimace crossing his lips. That's right. He'd seen a few possible futures just before he arrived, hadn't he? Though the existential crisis was something he'd worked through before...

After giving her a moment, he started to try to explain. "That's a question I've asked myself since..." His words caught for a moment, hesitating to put it to words. Yet she was his friend. One of the few he made that only knew him as he was, not who he was meant to be. "--since I learned the truth of my existence."

He gave a long sigh, placing his left hand over Lydia's. So gently, like he almost feared hurting her, that she could easily pull away if she wanted to. "At first, I only did out of spite for everyone else. Yet amidst the pain, severed from most of the others by my own actions, I got to meet the older sister I otherwise never would have. Have the brother I never thought I would."

Xion... his Real Thing, too. It was odd what the constant threat of death did to a person. It was almost funny to him. And that of all people, he would have an answer for this even though his own darkness yet boiled deep inside. "There's a saying that where there is darkness, there is always a little light. Look for that light, and when you find it, it will guide you through the toughest trials." He chuckled. "A bit preachy for my taste, but it isn't wrong."

There were a few things that broke through to Lydia, small things on their own, but all of them together got through the memories and fear and anguish. Light and dark? truth of his existence? then he was holding her hands back and chuckling, and a broken chuckle answered from Lydia. Almost a sob, but it was a reaction.

"Preachy? Yeah...definitely preachy." A sniffle--she would. not. cry. "In the future...the vision of it anyway...I tried to destroy everything. End it all. Not just me, but all the worlds, all the pain." A sigh. "When we came out of it, I never wanted to feel that way again. I know what made me feel that way in a future that never was, and I hated it. But I don't know how to stop it." Another sniffle.

"I'm terrified of making friends, of getting close again--even though I have, as protection against that feeling. Because what if you all leave? Go into that damned crystal hell." Okay no, there were hints of tears now and another sniff. "Light and dark--light can burn however, dark offer comfort. Then there's me, who fits more and is happier in the land of the dead, than among my own kind of the living." A long watery sigh, trying to meet his eyes finally. "And here you are, you have way worse problems than me, and I'm--I'm-I'm... I'm not trying to dismiss them. However you came to exist, I'm glad you did, and I appre-appreciate you confiding in me..."

She'd appreciated Sephiroth too, part of how they'd become close was due to his helping her in the aftermath of the vision. Even though he'd died in the future-that-wasn't, he'd understood and shared his files with her. Lydia also still had Ales, who'd been her companion even through the bad future.

She wasn't alone--but in some ways that all made it worse, and it had all been building up. Fear and anger and frustration and it all was coming tumbling out now.

"Hey. Enough of that." For once today, he was smiling faintly. Even though his eyes likely betrayed him behind his overly long bangs. He felt for her, really--a being of the same darkness she admitted could comfort. "Just because someone else's problems are different doesn't make your own any less painful."

It was something he wouldn't have said if one of his former allies were still around, most likely. If only to protect... Heh. Maybe being similar to Riku wasn't such a bad thing, after all.

"Whatever happens, I will be here to pull you from the abyss. Even if I have to pull myself from the realm of darkness and dreams itself."

Damnit, Lydia hadn't wanted to cry--and now she just...couldn't seem to stop. Sniffling, then moving to pull her hands away if she could. She wanted to pull her hood up, hide, curl up in a ball.

Lydia was the strong one, darn-it. She wasn't alone. Even if her friends died, it'd be preferable to that horrid crystalline limbo. She'd see them again in the Neitherworld right? RIGHT?

Betel-Po trilled worriedly, pulling away from Lin and moving to attach himself to her arm and shoulder. Trying to figure out what to do, before turning worriedly to Ira. "I...I haven't seen her cry like this. Not since she rode in the memory of the past heroes kupo." Patting her arm awkwardly, pom drooping.

It would have been easy for her to pull her hands away, considering how light his grip was over them. He knew that face, that reaction. His smile faded into a guilt-addled grimace as he watched her shirk away, hesitating to rest a hand on her free shoulder. If she allowed it, he would, though he remained silent.

She didn't know, did she?

Lin hovered behind Lydia, placing a paw on her back, gently rubbing it as her pom drooped. "Kupo, it's okay to cry once in a while..."

He might have to bend down if he wanted to keep that hand on her shoulder, as Lydia pulled her hood up, and her cloak around her. A surprised noise from BP, before he was clinging to her again and trilling softly. Especially as Lydia fell to her knees, and sort of curled in on herself in a ball of misery, shoulders shaking and sobs barely heard.

"She hasn't been crying though kupo." BP huffed, face twisting in a scowl. "She's been too busy doing her best to be strong for everyone else kupo." Turning to Ira, as he and Lin at least seemed to be properly concerned. "She's been battling insomnia and nightmares kupo. Trying to be strong and not get too close to anyone, even though she wants to. Do you know she volunteered, to be bait, during the serial killings? She didn't like how everyone was fighting and felt she could contribute that way kupo." Back to his hero, and hugging her tightly. "Lyds tries so hard to be a good Hero, even when she's not sure what that means."

Edited 2016-08-30 00:14 (UTC)

"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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T͎͍̯̠͔̗̥̮̘ͯ̾́̚̕ö̻͔̥̩̣̮ͩ̿͐ͯ̒ ̷̰̤̣̱̳ͨ͐͊ͫ̄̒̀͘p͔̺̮͆̇ͩͦ̆̆͛̉̀͞͞r͗̃ͩ̌̕͏̣̣̣̦o̶̪̜͕͍̣͎̳̲̖̔͛̽ͪ̕t̝̞̩ͮ̆̌͘e̡̛͓̪̟̪̓ͩ̌̓c̼̲͈̝̱͚̺̤̓ͦͥ̅ͅtͩ̎͑͛̽͒͑̿͏̛̹͉ ̸̗̗̝̾ͯ̒̐̈ẗ̗̬̥̼̼̙̑̈̽̓͜ͅh̵̫̹̰͕̺͇ͣ̈́̐̊̀ẽ̺̲̅͑ͫ̽͑͐ ̶̫̻̤͆̂̎͒̐ͅt̵̩̙̄̽̒̎ͅh͂ͯ̇͂̑͂͆҉̸̮̟̲͇͚̭ĭ̈́͏̥̜͕n̫͇̞͍͍ͨ̌̊̇̋́̈́ͫ͗̕ͅgͯ̆͒ͤͣ̿ͤ͏͙͎͇̭͕̝͉ͅs̢̢̛̺̠̥̖͎̘̬͖͕̰̙̥̪̪̣̒́̈ͫ͗͊̅ͭ̈́͋̈́͘͟͞ͅt͕̜̠͚̞͕̰̹̣̪̫͕͊̅̓͛ͤ̕͡ͅh͑͑̄́ͪ͛ͧ̄ͬ̃̌̄ͭ̉̄ͮͤ́͘͏̳̗̹͔͎̜͇͞ă̢̰͈̭͙͎ͭ̍̽͒̊ͪ̐̓̃͛̓͛̀͝ͅt̨͖͚̩͉̲͚͔͓̓̀͗ͮ̐̇̑͌̄ͩͧ́ ̨̝̼̙̳̬̯̖̩̩̰̞ͣͫͬ̐͆̉ͨ̏̄ͮ̓̓̑͐̒̇̚̚̕͜͠͞m̋ͬ͊͛͂ͥͧͫͣ͌̚҉̢͚̦̰͓͈͍̝̤͖͓̮̟a̧̤͚͈̺͍̙ͨ̉̅̐̅ͪͤ͗̒̒̄̓͊ͤ̚̚͜ͅt̎̽ͤ́̌͡҉̢̳̲̣̺͉̫͕͚̫̩͚̳̻ṭ̢̣̬͙̣̪̜̖̪͓̟ͩͦ̎̇̐̂̋̀̀́e̴̢̢͖̮͇͈͕̫̜̺ͨ̿̀ͨ͌̅͜r̨̘͖͍̻͕̯͕̥̩̿ͧͭ͋ͭ̽̇ͦ͘ͅ.̸͇̤̪͈̭̱͚̹̹̹͇̩̜̞͔̝̺̜̌̂͆͛̅͊͆͋̆̈̿̒ͨ͗̐ͧ́ Y͎̲̘̼͙͈̭̓ͧ̈́ͨ̑̃̐ỏ͖͉͙ụ̧͙̬̤̬̖̃ ̜̂͂k̍n̩̻̄̏o̶̻̱̣̫̓̅w̮̣̲̪͓̹ͨ̔ͧ̄̚,̝͍͎̺͓͎͆̐ ̛̳͇͍l̫͈͓̖̬ͬ͡i̡̻̬̱͚̗̱̻̤̯̬͍͊ͧ̐ͫͯ̾̃̆ͫ̈́̏̂͋ͨ̂̓̂́͢͢͜k̵̸̡̢͙̘̙̯̜̰̩̘̩͚͓̙̣̋ͦ̍̎̊͛͒ͤ͛͋ͣͩ͟ͅͅͅͅͅe̱̖̩̟̲ͨ̅ͭͨ͌ͦ̍̀͢͟͢͞ ͇̱̟̠̟̯̻̱̄̏ͦ͗ͬ̍͛͛̋̂̽̚͘͠m̧̨͇̜͈̳͚̮͇̳̹ͤͪͯͤ̃̂͊y̶̜̟͔̻͛ͩ̂̋͒ͥͤ͞ͅ ̽̆̅̔̏͂̚҉̨̞̥̭̼̹̮͓̹͍̮̥̥͕͞ͅf̧̆͆͊̏̅̏ͩ̒̃̌̐̓̒ͫ̑̃̅̀̚̚҉̴̘̱̰̬̘͔̳̩͈̰̮̣͉̟̩̹͈͟r̜̳̖͈̈̍̉̋̎̀͡i͇̝̱̩̗̰͖͂̿ͧ̊ͥ͗͌͜e̸͚͍̙̖͗͐͊̍̚̚͢-̷̰̖̲͍̉ͨ̾ͣ̑ͣ͡

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.

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.

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".

"I don't mind testing a few others, and even if we don't find it right away, a bit of mischief wouldn't be remiss." He smirked faintly, squeezing her just a tiny bit more briefly before relenting. "Any time."

Edited 2016-09-11 02:28 (UTC)

"Oh now I have to take you to the Neitherworld..." Lydia murmured at the idea of mischief, the hint of smile on her face tired from the crying, but still a smile. She definitely appreciated the hug a lot.

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I don't have a good icon of her in pain...

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Pretend i have good crying Lydia icons, okay?

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