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

[not_most_days]

With Kenshin so close, only he could see the smirk that pulled across Haytham's lips as the others came out in support of, if not him, than the completion of the mission. This was a victory the way he liked it, quiet and sure as everyone's focus was elsewhere.

Stepping back from the swordsman in his face he made a show of adjusting his coat. "Well then. If we're all done posturing, perhaps we should get a move on before our lead on our pursuers is lost." He then turned his cold gaze back to Kenshin, "I'll be happy to discuss this further after the completion of our business here."

He turned and began to move, leaving it up to the others whether to follow him or not, not that there was anywhere else to go.

[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."

[charming_jerk]

Ban slipped in front of them both, hand on his sword, glowering.

"Kenshin. If we don't get moving, we're all going to be dead. Put you're sword away."

His eyes shifted to Haytham, and then narrowed. He wanted to believe the man wasn't responsible. But if it was true...

"We'll deal with this once we get to safety."

[needsteaplz]

"Kenshin, now's not the time for this," Kenichi's voice sounded reluctant as he added in his two cents. Let's just say Haytham's smirk didn't go unnoticed. He took a step close to Kenshin and lowered his voice.

"Look, we all just lost someone we cared for and I'm truly sorry for your loss. How do you think those who left us would feel if they were to see us right now though? Even if you kill him, it won't change the fact they're never coming back. If Haytham really is behind this though, he will not go unpunished for long. So please stand down for now and we should go. We'll come back when this is all over to give them proper final rites, I promise."

He pulled away to slowly, turned around, and followed Haytham for now. The idea of dealing swift punishment at the other man did cross his mind and that he couldn't deny that despite how hypocritical it would be for him after what he said to Kenshin.

I assume we're ending it here?

[not_most_days]

Haytham smirked as he kept walking. Of course he was unopposed in this. All the people who would have tried to stop him were already put to the knife, at the bottom of the chasm, or rightly had more important matters on their mind. The completion of this mission far outweighed the lives of their fellows. Whatever it took, he would make sure his home was safe.

Perhaps an accident could be arranged for the others in this group as well. It would look suspicious, to be sure, be he wasn't about to die in this world. Not without a fight.

He felt a twitch run through him. A sense of vertigo at the edge of the cliffside. A sensation ran through him akin to feeling of hearing the last words of someone he had to put down.

'You're a bastard. You're not worth your father's name. I don't know what he was to you, but he was a good man and I can't believe you'd just cast him aside so easily.

You'll get what's coming to you. You and any other Templars I meet will pay for your crimes.'

Haytham smirked as the voice came and went. Just his imagination. Or even if it was not, there was nothing it could do. "Perhaps. Or perhaps your fellows are finally getting what they deserve." He said under his breath.

Looking back, he waved his hands to the others left alive, "Come on! We must be off! We have ground to make up and not much time to do so." And so he turned and ran off deeper into the ruins.