Event || Doppelgangers

[melodiesmods]

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

Comments

[flowers_suck]

Buccaneer lets out a nervous laugh and clamps down his real hand on Cloud's shoulder.

"Kid, you shouldn't have said that. You do realize that once you start thinking of betrayal it will happen, right? Now we need to figure out who it's going to be."

He's not looking forward to a witch hunt, but it might be necessary.

[theredplainsrider]

[Croach was different from the others. He didn't seem to be effected by what Sephiroth was doing. Or at least he didn't show it. He could feel something, but he wasn't sure if it was the other presence he felt in his mind.

He glanced in the direction of another cavern. Someone else was coming. He wasn't sure who it was, but his attention quickly went back to Sephiroth.

Be careful, Croach. He's tougher than anythin' that ya ever faced before.

He didn't move to attack, but he did draw another arrow. He kept most of his senses were focused on the supposed Hero in front of him.]

[searchformymemories]

[Yugi used his free hand to pull out his sword for just in case that didn't work. But he was given another chance to draw a card. With the sword in his hand he quickly drew it, glanced at it as he soon unleashed a physical attack with a spade card this time. He knew if he had the ace of spades it would be much more powerful, but he knew right now this was at least good enough for the moment.

He was at least feeling comfortable in using this job better now in a tougher fight.]

[greenmagick]

[Terra swallows the lump in her throat as he begins speaking, each word drips with truth vibrating deep within her her soul. Her gaze follows his to the crystal as lighting and energy began to dance around her thin frame. She doesn't know how much longer she can hold it, it's unbalanced.

Her inhuman gaze flicks up back towards Sephiroth hanging on every word as if the man before her held her life in his hand.

Why can't you move? What's going on? The frail voice returns sounding frantic as Terra remains seeded to the ground. She breaths in slowly listening to the strings pulling inside of her.

{Kill. Terra. Unleash.}

The cord snaps and a growl ripples forth from the Espers chest. Energy dances in the air around her as she springs forward. Pitch black spheres gather around Terra as if charging for an attack with one sphere resting in the palm of her hand. There is no indication that her target might be anyone other than Sephiroth because her gaze stays on him as the energy around her threatens to release.

She dashes forward, towards Sephiroth, changing her target in the last second. The orb of energy slams against Tifa's side while her claw sinks into the Girls flesh throwing her a few yards away from her puppet master.

The remaining spheres continue to float around her as her eyes shift towards the others.

The voice is screaming now, crying, but the Esper no longer can hear it's words.]

[darkaurora]

Feeling the effects of the Esuna wash over her, Shizel had to wonder if the spell had worked entirely. Why did her vision still blur when she moved her head too quickly? Why did the sweat still bead across her brow, and her breath not catch? Damn, was there something else at work here?

You are hurt, Shizel... More than just from this fight. Did something... happen?

She wouldn't let on about her current state though, glad at least that the vapours had lifted for the time, but never taking her eyes off of Dycedarg, especially during his monstrous transformation... Yes, her research had hinted at this too, but the blond man didn't seem to notice -- or perhaps even care.

Seeing Ventuswill's spellwork only hardened her resolve as well. It seemed like if they were going to get out of this predicament... it would take more than just the average fight they'd experienced in Crystallis. Thanks to the attacks from Kwanchai and Rayman, and the boost she felt likely from Yugi drawing one of his cards, she raised her staff in front of her and began to chant her long, powerful spell as the magic began to weave around her...

[darkaurora]

Who is to say. There are many fools and brilliant minds amongst their ranks, I'm sure that their actions will decide their fates, more so than what they wish to accomplish going in to these battles.

( and then, a single bitter laugh -- ) And Who can say which way would be better, at that.

[darkaurora]

Survival is a trivial thing, and who is to say which way is more kind? It is true, these heroes fight in order to preserve the worlds, but what if the destruction of their world means the flourishing of another? What choice then, would they make?

( there was the smallest of sadistic grins playing at the corners of her lips -- ) I wonder.

[greenmagick]

[Terra doesn't like that answer, if only because she is determined to control her own fate. Her inhuman gaze fixates on the woman before she turns and leaves once more.]

Who is to say..

[Her voice is light, fluttering upon the wind as she walks away.

You shouldn't end conversations like that.

The voice prods at her thoughts. The Esper can do as she pleases as she has always done.]

[darkaurora]

"No," she answered simply at first, then after a few minutes of silence, or perhaps contemplation, she continued. "Not the first, and surely not the last." Fate had never been kind to her since that fateful day in Celestia... and she was sure that would not be changing anytime soon. But now, she took matters into her own hands -- shaped the world the way that she wanted, never to be the victim of circumstance again...

[neverbeamemory]

In those concerns, at the very least the two men might find common ground if either of them had ever had reason to reveal it to the other. Death, defeat and inevitable resurrection to name but a few of the experiences both had endured at one time or another in their past. A single difference being; Sephiroth was perhaps a little more desperate for his plan to succeed this time, having no such alternate solution. That desperation made him both dangerous and ever more guarded should it come to leaving even the slightest hint to his real intention be dropped into any conversation.

"I am glad that I'm not the only one to see so." He agreed with Ganondorf with a short nod whilst carefully gauging the other. It was a brutal opinion, but was already ringing true just over the course of these final days. Not often did Sephiroth voice it in such a way even if a great deal of the Heroes already knew him to have become colder as of late. Pointing out such jarring hopelessness for so many of them was bound to meet with arguments he didn't have any desire to endure.

It would only make it harder, in the end.

"These final days will see the foundations laid for the future. I will be one of those here to see them set in such a way that will deliver us from this misery. Futures are often built on the blood of the nameless.

"But there will always be those left, to remember them. Which is equally important."

[neverbeamemory]

[In combat it was just as important to read your opponent as it was to know how to deal with the attack itself when it came and for anyone wielding the Gambler job you had to pay even more attention. A perfect poker face often could lead to an attack being misread and -depending on the card- could make for fatal consequences.

Sephiroth had no intention on letting his guard down; it would be foolish to lose out in a spar now, and be killed when claiming his own legacy were creeping ever closer.

Masamune swept across the path that the card took and at the last possible moment Sephiroth dodged, quicker than the eye could follow, to one side. He followed with a counter this time though, dashing in closer and ducking down to attempt a low leg sweep at Yugi's shins. He could have followed with a slash too -his sword was perfectly positioned for it- yet Sephiroth held that urge back.]

Re: The Onion Knight | OPEN

[shallow_cleverness]

[He smiles knowingly and shakes his head.]

Actually, I think that makes the decision easier. We really can't do anything but fight at this point. It's that or give up.

[her_rose_is_red]

[Ib laughs, then wrinkles her nose.]

Ugh. I don't blame them. I had that stuff once and it's awful!

[It occurs to her that this is the most she's smiled in days. She really needed this.]

Thanks, I... what's wrong?

[She noticed the nervous flicker in his gaze.]

[her_rose_is_red]

Thanks. I'll keep that in mind.

[She regards him with a small smile. Somehow she doesn't think he lost himself completely. Cloud is probably a better person than he thinks he is. But her brow furrows slightly in concern when he winces.]

Are you okay?

[hiddenedges]

Logically, he should wait and listen. Logically, he should continue with their quest and ignore his knowledge of what Haytham had done. They couldn't afford to lose any more people, not on this path. But yet...

Burying one's head in the sand was only useful if one was trying to find worms.

Kenshin had always been fast. The Job he equipped may not be the fastest, but it was one that gave him access to old skills. Like the one that allowed him to draw his blade and strike. Sliding easily across the walkway in his simple sandals, his sword's edge came to a rest a mere breath away from Haytham's throat.

"Only one posturing is you."

[nymphofdomino]

[That was an interesting theory, most people fight to save there world, but one would have never thought of something like that. It gave her a moment to pause and think about it.]

There would be people who fight to save there world. Fight to bring life back into a world, but no one would think of destroying one world in order to save another.

[Her world had been destroyed, but because of that many others had been saved. But her world had soon come back to life thanks to her sister.]

However because one has to destroy one world to save many others... Doesn't mean one can't find a way to bring life back into it.

[searchformymemories]

[He figured the other would dodge and possibly use that moment when he was most open to make a move. It was why he was a tiny bit glad that he had kept the sword close to his hand. So he held the cards in one hand and quickly grabbed the sword in the other, he didn't know what he was going to and didn't react fast enough when the low leg sweep happened, sending him to the floor.

He laid there for only a brief moment before rolling on the side and getting up, this time the cards were now put away. He was comfortable enough at least to not have use for them any more. Besides he wasn't sure what was going to happen next. But he was ready.]

[wordsinthesoul]

Thancred glanced at the map for a moment himself, frowning. "So… familiar voices that aren't so familiar with the situation. Very odd, I'd have to say. And with this timing… What do you think of it?"

[wordsinthesoul]

Not one you ascribe to yourself?

[his tone is of simple curiosity. And of course he'd like to know that.]

Well… we knew it would be, from the start. It's no easy task that's been asked of us. [even if there were no time limit.]

[wordsinthesoul]

That's the thing about relying on luck; it's surely bound to run out at some point. The bites are an experience he could have fully lived without having; all the more for what they do.

"Now we'll certainly fit into the deserts of Thanalan," he murmurs, and attempts a chuckle against the concern and fear that rises up. Sil'dih…

Still. The name of his game continues to be distraction, and as long as he can move, he'll fight. He moves quickly to strike again.

Re: The Goddess Hylia - [Open]

[unitesearthandsky]

[He feels the lump in his throat settle, a smile coming to his lips as he brushes a hand under his chin.]

Do you have reason to think less of me?

Re: Young Tifa - [OPEN]

[woman_of_strife]

You're right..

[Having the words and actually saying them were two totally different things, Hylia.]

But, I promise I'll tell him.. But-!

[Tifa turns, raising a single finger and wagging it in front of Hylia's eyes with a sly look upon her face.]

If and ONLY if you make sure to tell the man you love how you feel, too!

[woman_of_strife]

[There's no time to react, not a moment to turn her focus as the Esper comes at her without warning. Tifa had been so narrow in her observations that the attack strikes true, claws sinking deep into her skin and tearing a sizable chunk from her torso that leaves the young woman lying upon the ground in writhing agony.

Her voice is sharp, shrill, piercing as she cries out in pain. The amount of fluid which leaves her open wound disguises the color of the earth beneath her, changing the floor to a dark crimson shade that reflects a mirror image of her shuddering form.

Eyes do their best to keep on the figure which wounded her, scanning back and forth while their poor attempt at focusing becomes all the more arduous due to the shock coming from her injury. While her nerves were reeling, her pride had taken a large hit as well. She hadn't expected herself to be down so soon, at least lasting until the inevitable conclusion of the crystallization taking her. To fall in this manner would be inexcusable, but she at least would have the solace of having spoken with her childhood friend before falling in battle.]

[unitesearthandsky]

[The Knight raises a hand in front of himself, politely declining the drink as he remains standing. He's visibly distraught, now standing in the privacy of the chamber, where he might reveal what is troubling him without the consequence of eavesdropping.]

We have very little time left, it seems. There is as much hope in our favor as there are able-bodied heroes fighting for the cause. You, out of those that I have fought alongside and against, have always remained at ease in the worst of battles.

[Link swallows hard, his stomach feeling the worry sink harder than a stone in his uneasy pit.]

I ask for your wisdom, my friend. Do you think that we, as the numbers we are, have any hope of turning this tide and seeing life beyond the fate we seem entangled in?

[unitesearthandsky]

It is the moment he needs, the precise chance that would allow him the ability to strike. When the Goddess stands before him, the hero sidesteps out beside her. With opportunity and purpose, the battered hero lunges forth into a sprint. His blade is pointed forward, directed at the man who sought to reign in the fate of so many misguided heroes, keeping the tip aimed for vitals that aligned to Link's height and level. Every large step he took felt as if it were draining a gallon of energy from his finite well, every step a step closer to his end as the effect of the spell cast on him was truly taking its toll.

Feet away. So close. Just a bit more.

Mere inches were left in the distance between Link and Ganondorf, a final thrust is all that is needed to make good on the hopes of plunging the blessed blade into the chest of the accursed thief. Wrists twist as both hands grip the handle of the blade, shoving the sword forward as he aims the thrust of his sword towards Ganondorf's chest. Whether he pierces past clothing and skin is unknown, for the brute could so easily block the blade, but if his attempt is for naught, at least Hylia would have an opening to finish what had been started.