Event || In Your Worst Memory

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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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[etherealblast]

Fayt watches on as the memory begins, glancing around the room. He recognizes Ashe - they hadn't spoken before, but she was a pretty notable figure among the Heroes of Light in Aqures Ixen. This woman looked a bit younger, but it was clearly Ashe... though not as Fayt had ever seen her. She looked exhausted.... no, more than that, worn thin by something more than physical. Grief....?

And then the knight comes in, followed by one in heavier armor after his announcement of betrayal, and things click into some semblance of knowing. Fayt's rushing over as he watches the first knight fall, and launches himself right foot first towards the knight with his full weight behind it-- The point of the strike isn't to damage, but to knock the man to the ground. That heavy armor would make getting up a chore, and give Ashe an opening.

"Hey, you've got to get up!"

[genedriver]

Jude likewise is swept into the memory - at a loss as to what's going on at first, but things soon clicking into his head. He didn't know the woman very well, but whatever that armored adult wanted with her, it was clearly bad news. He didn't know the blue-haired older guy either, but he wasn't about to stand there.

In an instant - or perhaps even instinct - his ARM, is summoned to his hand, at first appearing to be a gun. At first, it's a surprise, considering he'd lost the ability to do so in Crystallis. However, he quickly shrugs it off and changes it's form to a blade, befitting its name: Shapeshifter. Using his gun in a closed off area likely would be a bad idea, not only because of the sound, but because of the chance his rounds could ricochet and hurt someone else. He stands in front of Ashe, calling out to them and anyone else within the dream.

"C'mon, let's go!" Jude shouts, keeping an eye on the armored man. "Let's get out of here before he gets back up!"

[desertbloomed]

The Judge grunts as Fayt kicks him, stumbling backwards. His arms wheel as he attempts to keep his balance - and he manages, if barely. He draws his humongous greatsword, clearly ornate even in the dimness of the room illuminated only by indirect moonlight. Despite its length and girth, he brandishes it with one hand as he looks around for the man he clearly felt kick him. "Who goes there? Show yourself!"

He points the sword at the cowering princess, who has drawn the covers up and over her as if to shield herself from his verbal assault. "You! A sorceress, eh? The blood of the Dynast-King truly does course through your veins...cease this resistance and I'll not cease its flow!"

"Y-you're a Judge," comes a shaking voice from behind the covers. "W-why are you here? The treaty...."

The only response is harsh laughter as the gigantic man advances on the princess' bed.