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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[Haytham was spending some time wandering the halls as well. He had just visited the makeshift memorial the Assassins had made and now he had the upcoming mission to consider. That woman was insisting on coming along with him and he could recognize that look in her eyes. One of them was bound to get a knife between the ribs before this was all through and he would be damned if it was him.

The pink-white glow ahead of him made him slow and look up, recognizing the bestial woman who made up their number. The heroes were such a motley crew and Haytham had no particular love of the non-humans among them. He didn't hate them, but he simply didn't feel the time or need to make them a priority in his thoughts.

Still, it didn't hurt for him to be polite. He tipped his hat as he made eye contact.]

My lady.

[She looks over at him her gaze piercing. She can feel her magic humming through her body. Her claws twitching as he approaches. She doesn't know him well nor does she care to.]

Haytham.

[Terra at least knew his name. Why don't you want to get to know him? The voice echoes in her thoughts and before realizing it Terra answered herself. Humans can't be trusted.

She paused her eyes shifting uncharacteristically uncertain as she silently answers the voice.]

Strange things in the air.

[Terra was her name, and others called her by it, but Haytham avoided doing so if he could help it. He didn't want to make any unnecessary connections, especially to a creature like her. Her strength reminded him of the pieces of Eden, unbound and unchecked she could cause disaster to all others here.

{Terra? That's that girl? The one Bonnie was mentioning? Is this what she truly looks like? Is it something sleeping inside her?}

She needed to be properly bound and collared, but he lacked the resources to do so. Hopefully he'd find an artifact during his expedition that could aid with this matter as well.

{You Templars. You all think it's fine and well to treat someone like property as long as it benefits you, don't you? All you say about order and peace is just a lie and you know it.}

Haytham frowned and turned his head, checking to see if Mary was here. But no, she was back at the memorial. And she couldn't know his mind THAT well.]

Mmm, yes. I'm afraid I keep hearing things. Must be my imagination. I expect our enemies are simply trying to find new ways to trouble us. All the more reason to end this swiftly.

[The Esper doesn’t pretend to not know what others think of her. She’s seen their stares and heard their whispers. She is a monster and that is how they see her, even now. She helps where she is wanted and other wise stays to herself. There is no need for her to do more.

Her other-worldly gaze locks on Haytham as if knowing his thoughts. She isn’t about to let someone control her, not again.]

If only it was so simple.

[He’s short sighted and unable to feel the currents around him. All humans were like that and while the voice in her head is unwelcome. Terra knows it as her own. It is the echo of a part of her that died the moment she chose to remain an Esper.]

Sadly it’s not your imagination that pesters you.

[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 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.]

Perhaps...

[He was hearing the voice of that other Assassin, but her focus seemed to be elsewhere. That didn't mean it couldn't be a clever ploy or a device she found. More likely someone was trying to use his own caution against him.]

{It's called guilt. Or it would be if you had a conscience. The blood of people who are trying to do good is on your hands. This has gone beyond revenge for your son.}

REGARDLESS! Ahem, regardless, we must not allow ourselves to be deterred. We must be sure of what it is we plan to do and stick to the plans we make.

[He tipped his hat once more to the bestial woman.]

I wish you good luck on your own forthcoming mission.

[She grunts in return and turns away.]

Don't believe me but I don't think the voice is false.

[Terra walks away leaving the man to his thoughts.]

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