Event || Doppelgangers

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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

[deadlyvu]

I will give you all ze time I can, Chi-Hiro.

[Jacques was already moving, expression grim as he placed himself between his younger friend and the swarm. Asuka hadn't deserved a death like that, but there was little he could do now save to make sure it wasn't in vain. They would mourn later.]

Be strong, you can do zis, my friend.

[Grim, but determined. Starting with the one that had dealt the blow to Asuka as a fist lashes out towards crystalline face. A solid punch, then another, and the countenance cracks. As he'd mastered the Monk-job, Jacques went into a flurry of motion as best he was able, putting all his determination behind it, taunting as he went to try and keep them focused on himself.]

Hah, you all are nozing but glass! I 'ave faced worse zan you, and come out stronger in my bones each time!

[Too many, there are too many! For every one or two Jacques takes down, there are more coming to replace them. Lydia in his head is watching, cheering him on the whole time before she yells a warning.

Jacques!

His attention was taken by a younger crystalline form, only the faintest resemblance to his younger friend still behind him throwing his timing off. Allowing the entity to slide in and hit him in the gut, winding him before it moved away.

Lydia's warning in his head came at the same time, too late, as his eyes went wide at the smaller crystalline entity smirking as it came towards him. Familiar ponytail bouncing high on her head, and a wickedly jagged long dagger in her hand.]

Sacre bleu...zis can not be.

[Barely dodging the first strike, as the purple-crystalline Lydia continued to smirk at him. Jacques regained his feet, but could not fight back. Not against his friend, one of his older ones here from Crystallis. Had it worn Be-atlejuice's face, it would have been difficult, but not impossible.

But he could not strike back at Lydia...]

Jacques, no...it's not me! Get up...fight!

[Even the small voice in his head that was pleading with him could not break through, as he was a second too slow, didn't pivot fast enough, before a blade was slicing through skin and muscle. All the way until it felt bone, and twisted.]

Mais...non...Lydia...

[A gurgle, as the entity smiled sweetly, and twisted again. Jacques' vision going swimmy, then black--and Lydia saw no more through Jacques' eyes.]

[demiurging]

[As Chihiro hears Jacques' cry of pain and anguish, he completely abandons his efforts to contact the outside world. There's no way he can focus after something like that, and not even Chiaki's voice can reach him now. He lets out a scream as he turns to see his friend, blade pierced through his ribs, slumped over next to his chair.]

Jacques... n-no... you can't... don't die!

[Fear and panic in his eyes, Chihiro tries to back into his seat as if it will somehow take him away from all of this carnage. As he looks past the crystalline Lydia, he sees his other comrades, dead or dying at the door. He opens his mouth to scream, but it catches in the back of his throat as he sees another figure advancing.]

...!

[It's a face he recognizes, but not one he ever came to know in his own world - the face of Chiaki. The culmination of all his research into artificial intelligence, though she never told him as much outright. Still, he recognized her voice in his head during all of this, and the word 'father' somehow floats to the forefront of his thoughts as the realization clicks into place.]

Ch-Chiaki... you're...

[It's all he has time to vocalize, his eyes going wide as the manikin produces a razor sharp crystalline playing card seemingly out of nowhere and slices his throat with one quick motion. Blood spills out as Chihiro's hands reach up in a futile attempt to cover the gruesome wound, his mouth producing only choking and gurgling noises as he slumps out of the chair and hits the ground.

And before the dream ends, Chiaki hears the last thoughts of her father and creator.]

...I've failed you all. I'm sorry...