melodiesoflife | Event || Doppelgangers

Event || Doppelgangers

Characters: All characters who signed-up for the event.
Where: Dreams.
When: Overnight from April 16th to April 17th.
Summary: The Heroes of Light have a shared dream— They find themselves in the body of a Hero of Light from two thousand years ago, both witnessing events and reenacting things that happened back then. But these Heroes of Light aren't just anybody; they are people from their homeworlds... And sometimes themselves. Please refer to the second OOC Post for details and plotting.
Warning: Battles, death, tragedies, bad things overall.

Common Dream || Mingle

Group A || The Dissensions
Group B || The Hacking
Group C || The Betrayal
Group D || The Enemy Within
Group E || The Plan
Group F || The Other Way
Group G || The End

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Thankfully, my team is heading inside. Otherwise I'd regret not being able to use an umbrella spell.

That's quite a lovely sketch. [Richard smiles gently from a courteous distance, his arms folded about himself to fight off some of the damp. While he does find gazing upon works of visual splendor to be a pleasant pasttime, he wouldn't want to disturb an artist hard at work. Besides, he suspects that this is her way of focusing, of keeping calm in light of recent events.]

I do believe you've captured their likenesses perfectly.

Right. I mean, of course we are. We're the Heroes of Light.

He ignored the others. Yes, moving ahead was important but not as important as this. He wanted to know why someone with enough sense as Haytham wanted to appear to be would take a stupid chance like he did. It was one thing to kill in the quiet, to arrange disappearances and stage 'accidents', but another to do so in a situation when they needed all the strength they could get.

"You are not that subtle," Kenshin said, keeping his voice level even as his hand tighten. The calm was settling in his blood and bones, one that not even the inner 'no, no more hitokiri' could not completely shake. "It is hard to hide killings from killers, it is so. Is that why you dropped the bridge? Because Kidd disagreed with you?"

He could draw and strike before that man turned to face him again. He could just attack and feel better about what he had seen over the past few months and years. But he was not as assassin any more, only someone who knew the signs and could react to them, even if it was just too late.

"Desmond. Aveline. Others as well, all who spoke differently from you and came from your lands. Just like Kidd. Accidents happen, but this was no accident, that it was not."

That's true. Because it is expected of us. [Richard smiles faintly, turning his attention back to the map and tracing its progress with a delicate hand.]

And yet, it's important to remember that we must take care of ourselves as well. I admit I've...had difficulty sleeping as of late, simply because I continue to dwell on what's ahead of us.

You have?

[Nanami was surprised at that. Because he was an adult. She assumed he'd be able ot handle this.]

Really, he's long been fighting to ignore that damn voice in his head...

Maybe it's because of the fact that people were dying, and then...not coming back. Either way, the more he listens to this... discussion, the more frustrated he becomes. Why are they wasting all this time just talking?! Isn't it obvious what they should do?! Their... worlds are not an option in this, damn it! Not if... not if he can help it... He'd already been snatched away from Auldrant before he could manage to do a damn thing about the miasma of Akzeriuth, so--

His breaths quicken, and then he's quickly cutting in just as Igor's words are said, "Damn it, enough already!!!" He hadn't even realized he was slamming his fist against a wall, until he's feeling the stinging aftermath, "..."

Releasing a shaky breath, he grits his teeth and focuses his attention on the floor for a moment, "The more time we spend just... talking about this, the more time we're wasting!"

Never mind that one hand is trembling as he says the next part. He's also going to outright ignore every argument that's been thrown against what he believes to be the right plan. Green eyes lift towards Ashelia...and then Buccaneer as he speaks, "If you guys wanna fight...I'm with you."

"Luke..."

Too young. This was a cruel choice she was asking them to make. She couldn't entirely blame Luke for his impatience, either -- not when their time was running short as it was.

"I understand how you feel, but Igor has a point. Too much depends on our decision for us to act without thinking."

She turned to the last Hero, the only one who had yet to speak. "You know the plan better than any of us. What are your thoughts?"

The woman had raised an eyebrow upon hearing Buccaneer asking who she was, but she blamed this outburst on the stress and urgency of the situation.

"I'm honored, but I only know as much as any of you." She had been looking at the Crystal of Fire as Nebilim called her. She marked a brief pause before continuing. "There is only one truth and it is inescapable: we have lost. Even if you manage to kill Garland, what then? The Calamity cannot be stopped. No matter what we chose to do, only death awaits us."

She sighed and turned to look at the others. She looked particularly sad, but directed her stare to Luke, Buccaneer and Ashelia.

"The question is, can we give future generations the chance we never had? Can we turn death into victory? If you believe so, then you know what to do."

With that said, she turned back to the Crystal of Fire.

"Should you chose to believe we can still win now and today, then I respect your choice and admire your extraordinary gift for hope." Another pause, "But please remember what Nebilim said. This isn't just about our lives and worlds."

Thank you.

[Cloud wasn't even sure why he was asking her this, or where this sudden trust in her came from but...

{When's the last time you opened up to someone? Or let them open up to you.}

He had meant to turn away, but he stopped.

{Ask her something! Something about her home!}]

When...all this over. Do you want to go back where you came from?

As Sandy dropped from her post on the ceiling, she aimed to land down upon the very same creature that Nanami was setting ablaze. She held more value here than she did herself. It was more important to save the one who could help everyone else. Her own life was--

"Don't you dare think you're any less important! Save her but don't sacrifice yourself!"

She dropped a knife into the crystal's back, but again, left herself exposed rather than keeping focus on everything else around her. As if to rub salt on a just-healed wound, a crystal spear pierced right through the same place she'd been hit before.

Sandy coughs up blood to face the creature that took her, an all too familiar face that haunted both the Assassin, and the woman watching her.

"No! That's not me! I'm--"

It didn't matter too much as another creature took advantage of Sandy's shock and caught her in the side, and a third as well; surrounded by those which she once called kin. Family.

Sandy's eyes went lifeless as she slumped forward, barely clutching a hand against the creature that impaled her, and soon let her simply drop to the floor, a crumpled heap of what was once a Mid-Boss.

Rayman swiftly dodges the pillars, retreating a few feet back as they barely miss him. He's not going to let Dycedarg get away with this. He grits his teeth and continues charging.

Then, the mist hits him. He tries to look disaffected at first, holding his breath and running, but it gets to him. He falls to the floor, breathing heavily, and the poison gets to him.

"...Help..." he manages to get out before he pushes himself back up. Even though he's pushing himself to reach the black crystals, he moves more slowly with each step.

[Hylia feels her own suspicions lower though her guard stays up. She can't completely be comfortable around the powerful warrior.

Can we learn more?

Except in this world they have run out of time.]

You are right.

[She doesn't mind admitting that he had a point. They would all do what they must.]

[Terra feels herself tense. She is similar to Cloud and has mostly kept to herself, not wanting to show weakness to others. They hadn't seen her as a person anyway.

He's asking though. He's trying, why not answer?

That voice is annoying and the Esper has to stifle a growl. She walks past Cloud not wanting to look him in the eyes as she speaks.]

I have no home there.

[No home? You have a home!

Terra feels her head shake as if telling that sweet voice that it isn't true. There is only an Empire who wishes to control her. The last she is from is gone and so are the people. She is the last of her kind.]

[The Hero keeps his head bowed, the crushing weight of their situation so heavy on his thoughts. He had normally been a soldier of optimism, escaping many narrow situations simply by using his outlook and disposition to get him through the smoke and fire. Link had not wanted to bother the already busy comrade, but it was not the sort of thing he wishes to discuss with Hylia. It was one thing for a friend to see him uneasy, but for a Goddess to see him weak? It was unforgivable.]

I.. I seek your council, old friend. If you'd lead us, I'd very much like to pick your ear over the recent revelations that have come forth concerning the dire situation of this world.

[He comes to his feet, rising from the single knee so that he now stands at the same height as the golden beacon of hope standing before him. Eyes still remain away from the gaze of the pristine power, averting so as to now align with her sight for fear that his unworthy eyes might fall upon her beauty without permission.

He clears his throat, the subtle echoes at the back of his mind being dismissed while he awaits his orders from the noble lead.]

Where do you require my sword to strike, my talents to travel, my will to work?

[He reaches over his back, slowly drawing the gifted sword which had been bestowed to him by the very woman he speaks to. The glint of steel and shine of magic is not unlike a second source of light compared to the faint glimmer of sun which leaks in from the slitted windows around them.]

[Hylia's smile widens slightly her head tilting slightly to the side.]

That will come in time. Battle is close but we still must prepare.

[Her blue eyes sought his as she addressed her hero on equal footing.]

Are you well?

[Zelda feels as if she was on the outside looking in now. Before this moment her and Hylia have been one and yet now it is like a movie scene playing over her eyes. The brave hero and the goddess facing each other in the silence before the storm. The last time they might get a chance to speak.]

The deep roll of Ganondorf's voice was unmistakable in it's own right, and even if he had known someone were lingering nearby, the abrupt stall in Sephiroth's reaction at least seemed the genuine article. Hot off the heels of an unusual train of thoughts within his own mind could catch any one unawares. His long fall of silver shifts some to the side as Sephiroth first slowly turns his head to look over the rounded top of his shoulder armor at Ganondorf, as if to verify before committing to turn his stance to face the larger Gerudo.

There had always been a sense between these two men, that each was something much more than they seemed and for that reason alone Sephiroth had made a point of keeping abreast of Ganondorf's comings and goings, for a long time. After all, it served his purpose not only as Hero of Light, but as Jenova's son also, should Ganondorf seek to compete against his own Destiny. Such a relationship had inevitably formed a type of unsteady alliance; at least as far as keeping an eye over the others' shoulder was concerned.

"Doubts, no. Concerns perhaps." It was a true statement at least, whichever role he adopted. Sephiroth's hand tightened around his black meteor-shaped crystal, keeping it in his palm for the time being rather than revealing where he might keep it upon his person.

"Only a fool would not harbor the same."

"I do that which my Goddess charges me with. I would never wish harm to come to any of you, but you give us no other choice when you stand beside a being who is more greed than he is a man."

The tip of his sword extends out, pointed towards the direction of the looming figure of the sinister thief who'd many times taken advantage of a situation in which they'd been the victim. Countless times had Ganondorf shown himself to be nothing short of a villain, and little more than a blight on the populace of those brought to this world.

"Stand aside, Librarian. It is not your blood which shall cover the floors on which we stand, lest I can help such a thing. The man you stand beside is the cretin I seek. It is his throat which I will finally claim, and be rid of this constant struggle between what is just and right and that which is dark and cruel."

His knees bend so that his stance turns on the offensive, raising his shield as he watches the swords match the height of the demon he poses himself to fight against.

"We end this, Ganondorf. Now, and forever. You shall not lead any more of my friends astray!"

It all goes wrong at once. At first, Asuka seems to be successfully holding the wave of crystaline people back, but she sees a familiar face, she hesitates at just the wrong instant. Her screech of pain and betrayal can be heard, even over the din of battle.

There are far too many of the figures around her, as she just seems to stop fighting. Similar to what everyone else has seen, she has seen someone familiar, and it is too much for her. Her voice begins to beg, "Look at me, Kaji! Look at me!"

And then it is cut off. One of the figures has Asuka around the throat, cold eyes stare into hers as it throttles her. Finally, with a wet snap, Asuka collapses to the floor.

[Perhaps. Sephiroth isn't so in tune with nature that way at all, even if he does currently feel a little overfilled inside his own mind at the moment. It can't be nerves, it feels almost as if a part of him has been restored. If he had to give an explanation for the feeling, that is.

Odd, considering.]

Agreed. Do try not to work yourself up too much, there will be yet more work to be done once all this is over with.

[The last thing she had been expecting was to be approached by some one in a position of power, let alone a benevolent Goddess. Her face turns to the color of a ripe tomato, taken aback by the simple presence of the woman standing before her.]

O-Oh! I.. I didn't know there was any one else here in the area.

[She brings a clenched fist to her lips, clearing her throat as she jumps down from the median. Her eyes shift to look away from the higher-calling, doing her best to not stare for the gesture might be considered rude.]

That soon? Are you sure?

[She asks while looking to her feet, kicking at what little debris is left upon the unkempt floor.]

I guess there isn't much that can be done, is there?

Do you.. Do you think it'll be painful?

Sephiroth laughed dryly, and only in a two light huffs at how Vlad commented on an unpaid debt due to him. There were only a few of them left that might make such a remark like that and it was refreshing to hear within all the doom and gloom that had befallen the Water Temple and it's caves as the crystallization showed no sign of slowing in it's bid to take over the whole World.

"At least one of those thoughts might be prudent to follow up on."

Let it never be said that Sephiroth didn't have a sense of humor, even if it might be drier than most.

[She shuffled with little more than the last lingering hope that the day might end with the past few months being nothing more than an apparition; a cruel dream that she might wake to find the world she knew whole once more. Her arms go slack before shoulders raise to offer a meager shrug.]

As good as they can be, I guess. You.. doing okay? You've been having to deal with a lot lately.

[She moseys up beside him, standing atop the knee-high western boots she'd been given by her Father. She bends slightly at her waist, leaning forward to look him in the eyes with a slight pout at her lips.]

Hmm.. Same old Cloud.

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