melodiesoflife | Event || In Your Worst Memory

Characters: All Heroes of Light. Only those who signed-up can start a memory.
Where: Interdimensional Rift
When: May 27th - May 30th
Summary: The Heroes of Light relive some of their worst memories, with a twist. All characters participating in this will be physically missing from Crystallis for the duration of the event.
Warning: It depends on the memory.

Where you were or what you were doing— It does not really matter. Not any more. Everything around you freezes, nearly as if time itself stopped, as if the world was frozen in time. And before you have a chance to understand what is happening, you can hear a voice right behind you.

"Kali Shashidhwaja."

Should you turn around, you may see a child who seems to be the only one aside from you unaffected by what is happening. And as she stares right at you, it makes no doubt these strange words are aimed at you. But before you can reply to her, the world around you collapses. Reality twists and shatters... Or maybe you are the one who is collapsing and shattering away from reality as you know it. No matter what the answer is, it will only take a few seconds for you to find yourself sinking into a void, Crystallis vanishing into the distance. There is nothing but darkness as far as the eye can see.

And once again you feel different: all the powers from your Jobs are fading. Not only that, but you might find that your Crystal is gone and your clothes back to what they were before you woke up in Crystallis. It is silent, cold and before long it feels as though life itself is slipping out of you... And yet, slowly the world reforms around you. The darkness fades away and a new world appears, yet at the same time this is not a world.

This is a memory. The question is, is it yours or that of someone else?

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"You know nothing! Thousands of men have killed in the name of women before! How would this be any different." He puffed his chest as his ego swelled within him. "She should be happy to have such a hero fighting for her. I'll slay this beast and then she'll see that whatever she felt for him was wrong."

"Did she set you on this quest? Tell you to bring her the head of the creature you hunt?"

Anthy felt her skin crawl as she watched him search, both of them being drenched by the downpour. Somewhere she could hear a woman crying and dully she felt the ache of metal in her chest.

"You will be a murderer! Your name will turn her stomach and you will spend your life grasping at a ghost. Stop this! Please!"

"She just as well had! The day I was to marry her she had been taken captive in this very castle! When she escaped and showed us the Beast in her mirror I knew what I had to do! She claimed it was peaceful! That she loved it!" His voice cracked with both mockery and madness, "Clearly she is bewitched!"

A low growl echoed from the darkness on the rooftop. Gaston whirled and brought the broken spire down, only to smash the head of a gargoyle. He looked around, waiting for the Beast. He knew it was coming. He remembered. "You can't murder something that isn't human. It's called hunting."

Anthy felt the tears run down from her cheeks, bitter and angry as she watched him stalk the rooftop. She knew this sort of delusion better than most and felt the understanding drop like a stone in her stomach. There was no revolution to be had here.

"A beast will surely die tonight and there will be no glory in it."

Gaston turned once more to face Anthy in the driving rain. He could make her out a bit better now, her presence intruding more and more into his memory and past his own single minded purpose. He frowned at the woman standing there and his fist clenched tighter around his makeshift weapon.

"And what do you know of glory, wench?" His eyes narrowed as he began to recognize her. The prim and proper woman he met on his arrival in that other world. The one who tried to talk down to him in his own home. "Do you fancy yourself some sort of fairytale princess locked in a tower? Did your prince not come to rescue you?"

The brute was so close to the truth and yet could not seem to fathom his true situation. It almost made her smile in the rain, how common an occurance this was for him - but no; Anthy Himemiya was calm and controlled. She suffered burdens quietly and led the deserving to the devil when the time was right. But this was not Ohtori and this she did not have to suffer.

"Your coffin is Vanity!"

She had not shouted and yet the world seemed to bow to the rage in her, a hard metallic screech ringing through the air suddenly. The winds of the storm whipped her hair about her slight frame and as lightning streaked along the clouds in jagged patterns behind her, the only thing that could be seen were her baleful emerald eyes.

"My Prince is worth more than you will ever lust for and you will never speak of her again."

As she stepped forward, the jagged shapes of the clouds flickered for a moment - as if she'd been run through with enough blades to leave wings of silver in her wake. For that moment, the Hatred burned in her, as fresh as the day she'd been run through. This was a world of magic after all, she could feel it as in stoked the Witch to the surface.

"You know how this ends. Go with pity, Icarus, and fall to the earth burned by your so called glory."

Gaston's footing buckled under Anthy's words. The solid stone of the castle rooftop trembled, and not as stone cracking or breaking. Rather the rooftop surged and flexed like a wave in a turbulent ocean storm. It was all he could do to keep his balance.

The Beast and Belle for the moment were forgotten. He'd have his prize soon enough but here and now there was this sorceress standing in his way. And there was only one way to deal with a witch.

He pulled his knife from his belt and charged forward with uneven steps. He did not get far though. He could not get far. The wind blew harder and harder and the rooftop lengthened so that the distance between them never changed.

"Away witch! I will not be lectured by anyone! Least of all you!"

His own voice drowned out a low growl in the darkness around him. He did not see the bestial eyes that reflected the light of the lightning as it arced across the sky or the shadow that crept along the castle walls.

Event || In Your Worst Memory

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Re: Gaston - Kill The Beast

Re: Gaston - Kill The Beast

Re: Gaston - Kill The Beast