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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[Hylia smiles hoping that the young girl might loosen up some. She knows Tifa more through Cloud than speaking with the girl. He cares about her deeply and while Hylia chooses not to interfere she still wants to help.]

It's alright. I can go if you wish. I wanted to see how you were?

[Knowing what they were soon to face. Anyone would be unsure.

She's so bashful.]

Ah-! No! I mean, you're fine! It's just, you know, I'm not used to speaking with.. umm.. Goddesses and Gods. I'm still getting used to the whole idea.

[She laughs nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as her lips curl and quiver with each breath filled laugh.]

I'm doing fine. That's the heroic thing to say, right?

[Given his posturing to try and gain some measure of comfort from Hylia on previous occasions, it's frustrating that even now, right at the end Hylia still doesn't trust him like so many other Heroes do and have done. Heroes have trained with him, been mentored by him, died for him.

{...and you just don't feel it, do you?}

Sephiroth doesn't feel much in the way of an inclination to even grieve for those Heroes lost, even if he has given his time to so many others during their own grief.]

There is only one way to go, from here.

[He turns his face from Hylia and back up to feel the rain smash against his face some more as it starts to get heavier. Allowing the small rivulets that fall back into his hair send highly sensitive shivers down the back of his neck. Drowning out his exhaustion, perhaps? Or perhaps steeling his patience.]

[Hylia shakes her head with a smile.]

It's alright. In this world we are both heroes and we have something to protect.

[Her gaze softens.]

Being a hero isn't about not having fear or worry. It's about rising above those feelings to face what you must and of course, never giving up.

[She tilts her head once more, her face turning to one of grief and displeasure.]

Well, the one thing I'd like to NOT give up on seems pretty pointless at this point. I doubt you're a Goddess of love or anything like that. I must seem pretty stupid to be worrying about this kind of thing when the world is literally on its last legs.

[She'd known him as a hero, even before the many adventures and exploits that had transpired in this new world. He'd been known as a savior, a strong sigil for those that were hoping for a greater Midgar and a resolution to the conflicts in Wutai. Here, he'd inspired and lead many of their fellow heroes towards numerous battles for the safety of the world they'd been brought to.

Now, however..

The blackness which surrounds him is unlike any shadow her eyes have bore witness to. The vapor like cloth of darkness swirls about and flows over him like a shower of dread that quickly covers and washes the SOLDIER she once knew into something far more sinister. Tifa is but a country girl, a woman housing an elementary knowledge of the martial arts that at best will keep her alive for minutes rather than seconds in what is to be a rather gruesome conflict.

Lips curl as she feels the betrayal sink into her mind, the realization that the person she had once thought an idol of hope was nothing more than a selfish git seeking to reign himself as the Coachmen to this hellish ride into despair.]

Se-.. Sephiroth?! How.. How could you?!

Even in this time, he's still just a monster.

Hylia's words bring a smile back to Gwen's face, they are so impossibly kind, and yet assured. Their inherent truth shines through. "Thank you." She has Gwen's deep gratitude.

"You know. We're probably never going to tell her. About Torchwood. Even about all this," a little amused smirk, "Rhys caught me telling her bedtime stories once. She's just a little girl, how could she ever think it was real? It is, and I want to-" it's so hard to describe. Gwen purses her lips, searching for words. "I want her to know what I know. That the world, the universe is so much bigger than people realize. But, without her thinking that she's got to do something about it."

Gwen waves a hand around at all of them, the heroes. "We're doing this so that other people don't have to. Right?" Or, does the goddess have a different perspective on their role?

No, I think you should settle these things now.

[She is a goddess but that doesn't mean she is devoid of feelings. She knows what it means to love and to have the person you hold close to your heart be near and yet far away. Her smile stays gentle as the looks at the young girl.

It's Cloud right? She loves him.

It is better to say those feelings allowed.]

It's better to move forward without regret.

You.. You really think so?

[Goddesses had to know about these sorts of things, right? Was Hylia the sort of Goddess that could read her thoughts? Her thoughts about Cloud might betray her, or is it so obvious to every one but Cloud that the young girl does in fact have feelings for the blonde-haired hero?]

Yes.

[Hylia can't read thoughts however she knows what Cloud has confined in her. She knows how the blonde feels about the young girl. It is best that they talk before they face this last battle.]

I think that is always best and you never know what they might say in return.

[She has her own hero to face.]

"That is true but I don't think that's all of it. We fight so others don't have to, yes but we fight because we have something to protect." She smiled her eyes growing distant as she thought back to her own world.

"Everyone has something to protect. I think those who rise up and do something are what we call heroes. Your daughter might one day be a hero weather you tell her or not because part of your spirit is in her."

It wasn't comforting to say but it was the truth. Even if Gwen wasn't going to be there for her daughter, her daughter would still find a way into her mothers world. She would become a hero and make her mother proud. It was a parents duty to guide and protect their children but they also had to nurture them to become something great.

[At a time like this, there's little hope for anything but dread and the worst possible outcome. Forgive her, Hylia. There's just not much left for her to hold on to.]

Well.. What if the person I'm trying to confess to doesn't feel the same way? I mean, if we're going to die, it'd be a whole lot worse dying knowing that my feelings weren't returned.

[Hylia smiles, her confidence over whelming as if she knows more than she is letting on.]

I think those feelings will be returned and even if they aren't you will feel more complete after you tell him. You can't deny how you feel.

There is strength in acceptance.

[From his position knelt at where his crystal flicks the surrounding air with it's inky black smoke, at the first sound to come from his 'comrades' Sephiroth flicks his head up and takes a moment to scan over faces. Terra is off to the side, he knows, and somewhere he can feel Vlad off towards the back.

Fluidly Sephiroth gets to his feet and spreads his arms wide, looking from Croach to Ishtar and finally to Tifa as they had directly asked him the obvious questions. He curls his lip up into a smirk and draws Masamune around ready-

There is still a member of their team in the back that haven't yet caught up, though, more than likely looking for loved ones within the crystal walls. As confident as Sephiroth is, he cannot leave them where they might yet be able to get away - he catches sight of this victim with a telling glint to his eyes. He's going to enjoy this one. A low, if quiet chuckle precedes his disappearance from sight. Teleporting to the outside of the gathering around the carnage he left, two wide strides later and he's upon her.

Celes Chere, a second later, is catapulted vertically into the air by an unseen force as Sephiroth appears back into reality directly beneath her. Pausing only for a second to glance again at the remaining group before launching himself skyward. Masamune slipping through her torso in two quick successions before another body is thrown into a bloody, crumpled mess on the floor. Mere feet from a crystallized Hero peeking out of the wall.

His ghostly chuckle seems to come from all around by the time he appears back within a closer proximity to the remaining Heroes. Sephiroth raises Masamune now as if in preparation to rush at them.]

I want to congratulate you all- on a job so perfectly well done-

[His first move is to feint a dash towards Tifa, then at the last moment immediately alter his trajectory and slash for Croach instead-]

[Terra watches as Sephiroth moves, her feet glued to the ground as he dashes from his position in front of them. She isn't able to do anything to stop him as he attacks Celes. She can only watch as his blade slides through her with a sickening sound and her body falls to the hard ground. She hasn't really gotten along with the woman because of her affiliation but she is from her home and even showed remorse at the torture she had been forced to endure.

She can't speak and the voice inside of her is silent as if that guiding light has vanished. Were they to fight? Could she even fight him? So many questions fluttered through her thoughts as she watches him attack. She can easily counter, easy fight back and yet she pauses trying to understand.

Terra relies on instinct and now the beast within her is telling her to run.

Why?

The voice is weak when it returns and the Esper feels invisible tears form at the corner of her eyes. These are not her feelings and she pushes them away focusing on the fight that has just begun. Her claws flex and lighting dances at her finger tips. There is nothing now but the fight she had been craving. No matter the target she is going to fight.]

[The woman was a Goddess for a reason, though it did make Tifa wonder why such a figure would be so interested in the meddling of broken hearts amongst lowly mortals. Better to not question it.]

Have you ever been in love, Miss.. umm.. Hylia, was it?

[Her smile grew wider though her expression is wistful.]

I have but I have a duty before that of my heart.

[It is a simple enough response though she left it open in case the young hero had questions. She isn't opposed to divulging things about herself and she could sense that Tifa had a good soul.]

[Tifa bows her head, fidgeting where she stands as thumbs brush against one another while she thinks.]

I guess being a Goddess isn't all that it's cracked up to be at times, huh?

There is responsibility with power.

[Her expression grew serious for a moment.]

While we have a responsibility here as well, you should listen to your heart. Don't let him go off without knowing how you feel.

[Haytham narrowed his eyes at her words. He was no stranger to the possibility of ancient devices and influences on the minds of man. The Apple and its ability to make people see the "truth" that its wielder wove, tales of the Sage who had memories from different eras, and many more besides.

If this voice wasn't merely a trick of his nerves then...]

An outside influence then? Something is trying to speak to us? Direct us perhaps? Are we compromised before we've even begun?

"The Doctor. You said that he was a companion of Captain Harkness, did you not? And they're from your world but not. From the same universe so to speak but not the same planet." For a man who had been taking part in the American Revolutionary War before being brought to this world, he was a rather fast study on things that would be potentially in his future.

At first Jack and The Doctor had been fascinated with the man, but there was something about their personalities that clashed. Haytham always seemed to take offense at the Doctor's interference in his matters in particular.

"Aliens. They may be on our side, but they know nothing of our concerns. Our worries." He frowned and shook his head before leaning in to whisper to the Welshwoman, "Tell me. Have you been hearing voices today? Someone who may or may not still be here?"

I'll try Hylia. Thank you for believing in me, even when no one else would.

[He fished his crystal out of his pocket, rolling the pitch black orb around in his fingers.]

This is probably going to be my final mission. I promise I won't give up or throw my life away but...[He clutched the crystal tight.] I've accepted what might happen.

If I don't see you again, take care of yourself. [If he died, he had a good guess of how. He'd just have to make sure he didn't go alone.]

[Cloud nodded, but his tight frown wasn't going anywhere. He wasn't going to give up, but it was getting more and more difficult to hold on to hope. Mostly he was fighting out of sheer stubbornness.]

How do you hold on with all of this? What is it you have that keeps you going? My goals...my dreams...I'm not sure what's left anymore.

{You want to be a hero, don't you? Like Zack?}

Being a hero isn't so easy.

"Yeah I guess. Maybe it's just your imagination. Sitting here and waiting for our next chance to make a move is worse than facing down an enemy."

[The Esper shrugs not willing to offer more advise that she has already given. She doesn't want her own weakness known.]

Perhaps it's a voice you know?

[She turns slightly hiding behind a facade of the beast she is known as.

You don't have to hide.

You can't trust others so easily. They will only use you.]

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