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

Esteban | open

[charming_jerk]

[While folks mill about, prepare and plan, Ban stands near one of the windows, quietly watching the pouring rain. He looks quite serene standing there, but his long forked tail betrays his true feelings, occasionally twitching nervously from side to side. Suddenly, it's like Ban is his with a surprised thought, and stands upright and looks around. He could have sworn he heard Johnny's voice just now, but close to him. His son wasn't anywhere to be seen yet - slacking off again, probably - and he frowned. Ban could have sworn he heard him say "Wait, who the hell is this?" But what a silly idea that was.

If anyone approaches Ban when he looks around, he will greet them with an excellently forced smile, and speaks in his usual purring voice.]

With everything else going on, we could have at least had a nice day.

[nativewind]

[Ventuswill just regards Ban with a remark of her own and an equally forced smile as she approaches the window, leaning up to try and get a look at the outside.]

Truly. All this rain is just dreadful, wouldn’t you say?

[… Not that it took that much leaning up but why, under all the stars, did she have to end up with a human form that had her physically shorter than everyone else.]

[charming_jerk]

[It doesn't help that Ban is 6'4". Demons are all pretty huge.]

I like rain well enough. You know, where I originally come from, weather doesn't even exist. So I've always enjoyed it while I was here and on Earth.

[That forced smile finally fades. It's too tiring keeping up the charade today.]

Today, though, it just seems like an ill omen.

[nativewind]

[And that's terrible. Truly terrible! Why must a demon of all things tower over her...?! It’s – a travesty? No, not quite. Not dignifying? Perhaps, at least for someone worshipped as a divine being anyway.

Most importantly, it’s not fair dammit and you know it Ban!]

How strange...! [Venti makes a small sound, truly surprised. It's hard to imagine a world without weather to help sustain it!] So do I, but I prefer a spring rain myself. With it welcomes in life to all sorts of wonderful things, see.

[Like golden vegetables. Which are simply divine offerings for her birthday. In any case, neither of them can hold the facade for long. Ventuswill's expression turns wistful, her tone taking on a mature one.]

To think it wasn't so long ago that we could enjoy those fine days like before. [At least to someone like her, six years is hardly anything compared to a mortal's sense of time.] Perhaps... we all took those times for granted, wouldn't you say?

Re: Esteban | open

[fearlessherosheart]

<http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/beccastareyes/vlad2_zpsyko9yovc.jpg"> You'd hate it where I'm from, then. I've only seen the Sun in my grandfather's memories and on the tops of mountains.

[He even had to use the Fenarian word for Sun; the Dragaeran word for 'sun' literally meant 'furnace'. They didn't even have a word for 'star'. Vlad had adapted since he'd arrived to the switch.]

[charming_jerk]

Oh, it's not that I mind the rain. Just any day day would be fine. Where I'm from, there's no weather, or even natural light. I'll take a rainy day on Earth or Crystallis to that.

[fearlessherosheart]

Good, because it looks like we've got rain and more rain.

[nymphofdomino]

[Daphne could only reply to such words with a sad look and a voice that seemed to have lost it's spark it might have once had.]

We were never going to have a nice day, here. Bad things were always going to keep coming till there is nothing left. But... [She is trying her best to look on the positive side and slowly but surely she might be, if only for her sister, whom would probably still believe there could be. er voice perks up a tiny bit.] Doesn't mean one can't try for one after this is over.

[charming_jerk]

[Ban tries to keep that smile going at Daphne's last statement.]

Right. Of course! We have to stay positive or there will be no chance at all. I've gotten accustomed to this place, so I don't plan on giving it up just yet.

[nymphofdomino]

[She gives a small nod.]

Stay positive... Even at tough odds. [She thinks she could do that. She wants to at least. After all her sister would want to, so why should she.]

We've been here a while, this place is like a second home. We need to protect it at all costs.

Re: Esteban | open

[theendiswherewestartfrom]

Gwen gives a playful smile to Ban as she approaches. "Esteban," always insisting on using his full name, nothing too familiar, even as her tone is half-joking. She pretends to pout as she looks out the window at those same clouds. "This is a pretty nice day, compared to Wales. Y'just get used to the rain."

"Now, if the sky started spittin' out something interesting, that'd be a thing to worry about. Frogs and locusts are the cliche, aren't they?"

[charming_jerk]

That actually gets a broad grin from Ban. "Indeed. The classics. If I saw something like that, though, I'd figured my kind was behind all this."

He thinks for a moment as he watches the rain again. "Wales... Never got to visit there. On Earth, my assigned areas were mostly in North America. I did get to visit the south of France on a vacation once, too. There was a lot more on Earth I wanted to see, but it usually depended on work."

[theendiswherewestartfrom]

A laugh. "Work. Whether it's saving the world or being a demon," Ban isn't shy about his nature, "it seems like everything can get turned into nothing more than a 9 to 5, eh?" She tilts her head to look back at him, instead of the window. "How's the retirement package? Torchwood's was shit, and this one isn't looking too bright right now, either." She wrinkles her nose in playfulness. Habits she's picked up from Jack.

Esteban | open

[goddessofthesky]

It tells of our plight.

[Her voice is soft and confident as she steps up behind the demon. They have been at edge with each other but she doesn't wish his death. At least not for the moment. Her expression is serious and her gaze distant as she stars at the pouring rain.]

Are you ready?

[charming_jerk]

It's just another obstacle, really.

[Ban shrugs softly, and gives Hylia an appraising look, up and down.]

Mm... ready as I'll ever be, I suppose. The longer we wait, the harder things will get, and the more anxious everyone will be. What about you?

[goddessofthesky]

I am ready.

[Zelda's thoughts reach out to Hylia now. There were so many questions and feelings threatening the goddess and yet none of them showed on her face. It is odd but maybe this is due to the mission they face.

Shouldn't we offer comfort?

Hylia's head tilts to the side.]

I only hope that others are as well. We all have our own darkness to face.

[wordsinthesoul]

[Thancred laughs at that, and gives a helpless shrug- well, this is how it's turned out. Just too bad, isn't it?]

It's just too bad, really. Perhaps we'll see better at the end of this.

[charming_jerk]

[Ban's smile turns more genuine. Seeing someone who seems a bit less tense about all this is a help.]

Isn't it? Maybe we'll save the world, and the clouds will blow away and it'll stay sunny for weeks. So when that happens? Beach trip.

[wordsinthesoul]

[it's what he likes to do.]

Indeed! Perfect. What better way to celebrate could we ask for? [he laughs, and smiles.] Have you a place in mind?

Re: Esteban | open

[neverfirstclass]

[Cloud pulled back a bit. Esteban's cheerfulness always threw him off a bit. On the other hand, ever since Zack died it did a lot to help Cloud remember what he was fighting for. The demon would never replace his best friend but he still managed to keep the spike-haired swordsman from wallowing in depression over his personal losses.]

Maybe. Almost feels like we're about to be crushed by the sky.

[Midgar. Barret complaining about "that damn pizza". A city forever in shadow. Sector 7. And then Meteor after that.]

{What...what happened? Was that...?}

[Cloud winced as he heard the voice again. He focused on it, trying to push it away. Now wasn't the time.]

[charming_jerk]

Now that is ominous. You should try to think more positively. Like maybe all this rain is going to wash our problems away.

[Ban chuckled, but even he can't keep up his usual laid-back attitude about this, and it ends in a quiet sigh. He does notice Cloud wince, though, and Ban's head tilts in curiosity.]

You all right?

[neverfirstclass]

[Cloud gave the demon a weak smile. He'd never expected a creature...no a man like this to be such cheerful company. Of course Vincent had a way of coloring your expectations.]

It'll be easier when we've finally turned the tide on this. [He sighed and rubbed his temples.] I'll be okay. Just a bit of a...buzzing in my mind. I used to have a...problems back home. I think it's just the stress.

Re: Esteban | open

[littlemak]

[Kwanchai walks by Esteban slowly, lost in thought. As he passes, he glances out the window at the falling rain, and regards the demon from behind his mask. A small voice in his head- one of many- tells him that this person looks like "Johnny". And so he responds out loud, seemingly without provocation, still staring at the pale humanoid.]

Who?

[charming_jerk]

[Kwanchai seems to have pulled Esteban out of his brooding daydream. He blinks at him for a moment, before smiling and tilting his head coyly, batting his eyes as usual. The color of the horns, the white hair and those electric blue eyes were definitely the same as Johnny's, but the similarities seemed to end there.]

What was that, dear?

[littlemak]

[The armored samurai looks at Esteban blankly, and responds after a second of silence.]

...Did I say something? Do not mind it, I doubt it was important.