melodiesoflife | Event || In Your Worst Memory

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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Mary glanced over at Ramza. They needed to get out of this place, whatever it was, but she wasn't about to up and abandon the young knight. She wasn't in as bad shape as the others but she was in no position to help take care of them either.

But the young man was acting odd. He looked scared still. And what did he mean by 'don't say such things'? His expression and his words weren't matching up. They were trying to support him.

Chewing it over for a moment she chanced approaching him, offering her hand for him to take. To help him to his feet. The glint of her hidden blade up her sleeve was visible from his vantage point. "Come on. It's over. We should find a way out of here. We can discuss this all later if you'd rather."

"You took the easy way out." Zelda whispered, and there was a malice in her voice he'd never heard before. "I could sense darkness in him. It was taking him over. Why didn't you save his soul from its grasp?" She collapsed. God, how far had Ramza fallen that his actions caused a Goddess to fall like that?

Ashelia went to nurse the fallen woman, but she looked up and her cool words chilled Ramza. It is done. He is beyond salvation now. We must rest and regroup, but not for long. You'll get Alma killed next if we tarry."

MarKus hung back, obviously too disgusted by Ramza's actions to even speak to him. The blond could read the accusations in his stiff stance, though. MarKus did not wish to be in the same room as a kinslayer, he who had slain his brother rather than save him.

When Kidd came over to him and flashed those hidden blades at him, it was almost a relief. "Come on. It's over. I should end you like you ended him. Or we can wait until you've gotten Alma killed, too, if you'd rather."

Ramza's eyes were wide with unshed tears. He had murdered his brother, perhaps damned him to Hell, and all his friends knew it. If he had done the right thing, they would never have said such things to him.

"I...I have to save Alma..." he choked out. His throat felt raw, and his voice cracked. "I cannot abandon her." He met Kidd's calm gaze with a pleading look. "Please, I just need long enough to...to see her free. Then, whatever punishment you see fit...I will abide by it." That was what Kidd's Brotherhood did, stop those corrupt and sinful individuals who harmed others. It was what he deserved.

Zelda heard Ramza's pleads but it felt like a dream. Even with Ashelia trying to heal her she felt her vision blur and her head swim. Her breathing slowed as each breath became harder than the last. She didn't want to end it like this. She wanted to tell Ramza that it wasn't his fault. She wanted to tell Ramza what she had seen but her words caught in her throat and were unable to leave her lips.

It was her own fault. She shouldn't have used her prayers without the protection spell but that would have taken to much time to cast them both.

Zelda's head fell against the cold floor. Her bright blue eyes lost their light as her consciousness slipped away.

Edited 2015-07-02 02:45 (UTC)

"Zelda? Zelda!" Ashelia kneeled down again, cursing under her breath as the other young woman dropped to the floor, falling from her weak grip. She gritted her teeth, looking away for a moment before carefully closing Zelda's eyes. The worst is that she awakens from the stasis in a week, the queen reminded herself. Didn't make it sting any less, though.

She breathed in and out deeply, once again cradling Zelda's head in her lap. "Punishment? Ramza...I don't understand."

Punishment? Some of those things he was saying were, of course, not making any sense. "Nobody said we were punishing you. I know you just... had to do that but get your head on straight man. I'm supposed to be the designated weirdo here."

By comparison, he was; the others all from worlds of high magic and monsters, his own one of technology and science. But still... a grown-up kid. "Focus Ramza, we gotta go get your sister still, right?" MarKus hakes a half-hearted gesture to lift his arm, only for it to kind of just... wobble in his direction.

Mary frowned as she started to catch up with what was going on here. This was like the tales she heard of what the Apple could do to a man. Make him see and hear things that were not necessarily the true. She glanced around, wondering if someone was still about and playing puppetmaster. It seemed only Ramza's brother's strings were the ones cut.

"Ramza. Listen carefully to me. What is it you think we're going to do?" She shifted her hand with the blade back, trying not to threaten him any more than she was. She took care not to mention his sister for fear of what he might hear instead.

K'pandolu stooped to check on Zelda for a moment, one ear turned towards Ramza. The way he was acting now didn't seem to fit, and she frowned as she straightened again, turning to consider him herself. The others had noticed, too, and she tilted her head towards Kidd for a moment. "Whatever it may be, we'll listen. We'd try to help," she said, a note of determination in her voice.

Ramza studied each of the Heroes standing around them, a little confusion starting to appear though the grief-stricken expression he wore. He lingered on the fallen Zelda, wondering why no one was accusing him of not saving her. He still heard biting words of blame whenever they spoke, but their words did not align with their expressions. He held up a hand for silence.

"You...would not say such things," he ventured, still piecing it together in his mind. Even if they felt it was true, they'd not utter those words aloud to him. They were his allies, his friends. But was he hearing their true thoughts, or was something more sinister afoot?

"You are not going to kill me," he turned to Kidd. He still spoke tentatively, not certain of his words, but gaining conviction.

He turned to MarKus, Ashelia, and K'pandolu. "You will help me rescue my sister, regardless for what happened here." Of that, he had faith. No matter his sins, he knew the caliber of the Heroes before him, and they would not leave an innocent to suffer at the hands of evil.

Ashelia looked at K'pandolu as she stooped to check on Zelda, shaking her head slightly. Ashelia was convinced that death was transitory for the Heroes, even in this place, but the sight of one of her comrades laying there dead was still hard to take.

"Kill you? Father above, Ramza, what are you on about?"

Mary's eyebrow raised once more at Ramza's comment but she give Ramza a firm nod. "I'm not. And I hope it never comes to be that I have to. And whatever happened here is clearly beyond our ken and not a trial of your own choosing. If your sister is in trouble then of course we'll lend our aid."

Zelda having fallen still gave her cause for concern but she couldn't afford to think about it right now. It was her sincere hope that if they could get out of this place then they would be made right as rain. This was a realm of magic after all, right? That's how it should work, right?

Ashelia gave Ramza an incredulous look. "Killed him? Saint Ajora, Ramza, you let him just die?" The intonation was off, like she was asking him a question.

Kidd's words were also strange and stilted. "You failed. Why didn't you try harder to save him somehow. He's dead you did not save him you murderer why did you not choose to save his soul. If your sister is in trouble you cannot be trusted to render her aid." As he watched the pirate's lips move, they did not seem to quite match the words that had come out. And Kidd had nodded at him.

Things were not as they seemed.

As if the realization had somehow warped whatever spell he was under, the voices in the chapel rose higher, barking out a chorus of "Your fault!" and "You should have died instead of him!" in his friends' voices. But a slow look around the room confirmed that none of them were speaking them.

Ramza picked himself up off of the cold stone floor. He knelt down on the ground where his brother had disappeared, and murmured a quick prayer. Then he turned back to the others.

"We must away," he said, speaking loudly so he could hear himself over the ghostly voices still spitting venomous words at him. He bent down once more, this time to gather Zelda's limp body into his arms. He felt impossibly tired, but he could no more leave Zelda behind than he could abandon Alma to the Templars' clutches.

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