melodiesoflife | Event || Strategy

[ Right now, things were going delightfully well. The leaders of every nation were there and so were her peers, her fellow Heroes of Light. Regardless of how disastrous the situation looked, she had no doubts together they would find the right course of action to take.

Unless they wanted to see the world end, they had to after all… If they didn’t start doing something within the next few months, it would be too late and all of their homeworlds would be destroyed. Of course, they didn’t have multiple options ahead of them.

In their ranks no one really knew how to defeat the Calamity and fools like the Sage remained silent on what they knew. But Garland would have to be defeated first. So long as Garland drew breath, he would oppose their every step toward defeating the Calamity or finding an alternative. They all knew that much by now. For if they didn’t go to confront Garland, he would go and confront them. And once both Palitutu and Garland would finally be out of the game…

No... That is a story best kept a secret till the end of all things, isn’t it?

So, Parasraya opted not to participate in the discussions. She had nothing to contribute that the other Heroes wouldn’t already. She just watched the discussions on the side, quietly. Could things get any better? ]

[There's that woman again. Mary can't be sure, but she swears she hasn't seen her since their last engagement with Palitutu. It's true that they've been busy with their own matters, but the fact that it's been nearly six months without another sighting makes her wonder. One would have at least expected to see her during the Starlight Celebration.

Calmly and plainly Mary approaches Parasraya, making no effort to hide her presence. She's been roaming the crowd anyway so she just makes the approach part of the circling of the room she's been doing anyway. When she finally comes up within a friendly distance of the woman she turns and looks at the rest of the gathering with her arms crossed.]

So, what do you make of all of this? Wish we had a better idea of whether or not we've done all we can before time runs out.

Does it truly matter?

[ Parasraya smiled and shrugged, looking at the people gathered. ]

The past belongs to the past, regardless of what we have achieved this cannot be changed. As for my opinion...

[ She tilted her head down and marked a pause before looking at Mary. ]

I will give it to you in time. I hope you will be able to contain your urge to drive a blade through my neck then, but I doubt it.

[Mary raises her eyebrow at the other woman. Her words danced around the subject with expert ease, and she wasn't sure she believed a lick of it.]

The past may belong there, aye, but it always seems to have a way of cropping up. We live our lives so focused on the present we sometimes forget about the things we'll leave behind when our time is up.

[Her right hand shifts, tugging at her left sleeve thoughtfully.]

And it's not about urges. The blade is meant for those who would do harm to a great many others should they remain in this world. It's a tool to remove rot, not a weapon of revenge or murder. Those who have used it that way rarely sullied the Creed much longer after.

Even the most beautiful of paintings make abundant use of dark colors.

[ She idled for a moment, looking at the other Heroes of Light. She opted not to reply to Mary's first sentence either. ]

Only the artist can judge what the balance should be. Immoral as it is to us, some things might be necessary.

[Mary frowns, but says nothing for a moment. She understands that the world isn't perfect and that things happen in nature to correct the course of things. Death is natural, and nature can be cruel. But in the right circumstances life persists and thrives in its wake.

She understands this.

But the woman's words still remind her of what a Templar would say.]

Perhaps, but the artist should take care not to forget where their paint came from and what it's made of. An image painted in blood will never stop being blood, no matter what it's shaped into.

[She shifts her head, looking sideways at Parasraya.]

Necessity doesn't absolve one of the consequences of their actions, even if they believe them for the greater good. Setting aside judgement for now, it's still something that should be remembered. Do whatever you will, but be wise in the course you choose.

[ An image painted in blood will never stop being blood, no matter what it's shaped into... ]

Much like how assassinating people to ensure peace, will never be right... No matter what the end purpose is.

[ She nodded, slowly turned away. ]

The question is, do we choose to see blood as the sign death, or as harbinger of life? A different point of view can make good evil, and vice-versa. Therefore is the futility of notions such as good and evil, life or death. Those who make choices must look beyond the blood to admire the final product.

[Parasraya earns herself a look before she turns. Mary was a soldier, a pirate and an Assassin in her life. One of those who consider the title of Hero one they may not quite deserve. She knows the blood on her hands. She knows she isn't any sort of saint or angel. She just hopes that what she's done truly is for the greater good as she believes.]

Perhaps...but I've said this before. A sacrifice is more admirable if those who give their lives make the choice to do so. If they aren't willing then it's murder, no matter the good that comes of it.

[She knows full well what she's said, and the self incrimination she's making. She's long since made peace with that. The words hold in the air for a moment before her expression softens and she turns to a passing servant, politely asking for her drink to be refilled. Her next words to Parasraya are far more genial.]

And you? Do you need to be topped off?

[ Parasraya didn't reply for a moment, seemingly lost in thought and bemused. When she finally spoke, the gave her own glass to a passing servant. ]

I shall let you be the judge of that... And I expect you to be a harsh judge.

[ With that said, she gave Mary a last smile and walked away. She didn't seem intent on speaking any longer. ]

[There was a face that, honestly, Sephiroth were starting to consider that he might not see again before all of this came to a head. He barely recalls their last series of letter exchanges -given how many other things then quickly came up to vy for all of his available time- yet with a memory as sharp as ever, eventually after a few long moments of trying not to stare too hard in her direction Sephiroth approaches her.

He's not in military fatigues, nor any uniform denoting the same, on this occasion at least so it's all black leather boots, pants and a long sleeved stretch-top which at some time in the past hadn't been so tight around the top parts of his arms. Long silver cape of hair flowing freely as he near enough glides into conversation distance.]

It's been a while-

[Nope, still no good at small talk, there is obviously another question there that he hasn't quite managed to frame words around just yet.]

[ The woman tilted her head to the side to look at Sephiroth when he approached her, smiling. Of course she did remember him as well.

Albeit, not for the same reasons. ]

Indeed, Colonel. I hope all has been well.

[ She was hardly better, but a little was better than nothing. ]

[A nod gets cast at the use of his title, but that's all, he's trying not to be present here in his capacity as an official in the military. Even though if previous meetings were any precedent, it would likely result in him applying some such force in that regard, one way or the other.]

Ever at the grindstone, likewise I'm sure.

[Not that he knows hers, but his work is no secret at all so perhaps he might gain some insight by way of leverage with that as a tool.]

I imagine you're often pressed for time, being that there are so many displaced individuals with the reckoning seemingly around the corner?

Indeed.

[ She paused, looking away for a moment. ]

All I have seen share similar predicaments... They are afraid to die, of course. And yet, that very fear has made life itself a torture. Ironical, isn't it? Neither happy with life nor death.

[Ever the careful listener, Sephiroth inclines his head a little as she looks away but looks away himself before he might be caught staring. There is a fine line between being curious and rude.]

Yet, if there was neither life nor death there would be no logic behind happiness, no reason behind fear.

[Everything would become nothing. He shakes his head then also casts a look over the distance between them and others in the room, looking for a distraction or something else to try and pull a conversation out of.]

Has the time come to unveil your grand theory, of how to solve all of this?

Indeed. But maybe there would be something else...? Something that is inconcevable to minds as simple as ours.

[ Something only a God could conceive. ]

I am afraid not. Should I do it now, chaos would ensue and ah. Looking at our friends, I believe we already have too much chaos to deal with. Once the chaos is dead, then perhaps I shall share my thoughts.

[He's heard something similar to this train of thought before and he knows it, it bugs at buried memories but it was so long ago it's just going to make him ponder on it for the rest of the meeting if Sephiroth chews at it too hard. Besides it'll just lead to considering personal knowledge he doesn't yet know enough of to say, and he's trying to keep all those depreciating thoughts away.]

Judging by how things have gone until now, I imagine chaos might well have a full reign before order returns to balance it out.

[Blink. Blink. Damn that wasn't meant to sound so deep but there it is. When did he become so philosophical anyway? Sephiroth wants to push her further but the fact they're hardly acquaintances doesn't leave him many tools in terms of social conventions.]

That's a shame, truly.

Then surely it is our task to eradicate the chaos and let place to order.

[ She shook her head and took a glass from a passing servant. ]

I hope you will be ready to play your part in accomplishing this, as I shall be ready to play mine.

[Politely Sephiroth raises an open palm to deny the offered drink from the same tray as it passes. He might take a water the next time it comes around but for now it feels like it might be only a distraction.]

Whatever part that may be; it'll be less than what I would like for it to be.

[Like Parasraya, Natalia is also on the sidelines for this meeting. She's only been here for a short time, and what little she knows is just the summarized version gleaned from her Moogle and Jade's curiously illustrated report.]

[She sits next to the woman, listening and watching with her hands folded primly in her lap. She didn't believe she had anything to contribute, but she could hardly miss out on a strategy meeting that might give her a better idea of what she needed to be doing. Staving off the monsters of the Calamity to keep Trano Golsaucia and other areas safe might help in the short term, but she can't keep it up forever.]

Hello. I don't believe we've met. I'm Natalia.

[The princess inclines her head politely.]

How long have you been summoned here?

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