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Character(s): Lenne & Yuna
Content: Wormholes! And... Lenne might think she's actually in Zanarkand. DX
Setting: Zanarkand, Oblivion!Spira.
Time: Afternoon, ish.
Warnings: ....potential angst?
Continued from this thread in Paixao.
Lenne had taken her time re-adjusting to Paixao, and spent the last week wandering her former haunts and checking in on the network posts. She didn’t reply to anything, but felt better knowing what was going on around her.
She woke up that day, noting nothing extraordinary in the air around her, it was just another day, she assumed. That was her first mistake. Upon opening the door, she let out a shrill shriek, and was pulled into a wormhole… and just when she’d escaped, there’d been another… and another…. Until, completely exhausted, she’d been dropped into three feet of snow in a chilly mountain pass. She would have been content to just lay there, afraid of being turned inside out from another excursion into the unknown just by taking a few steps… but it was frigid.
She caught sight of a path and pulled herself out of the snow bank to follow it, starting to jog a bit just to warm up. She followed the path for what she judged to be a mile, maybe a little more… and stopped when she came to an overview of the horizon ahead of her. It could not possibly be… but it was. There before the fallen songstress was Zanarkand. It felt like hours but was merely minutes she stood, literally and figuratively frozen. She’d been taken home, finally… and it was in ruins.
With what courage and strength she could muster, she continued down the path, until eventually she arrived just outside the city, where she couldn’t manage to force herself to continue any further.
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Last few comments:
"It's a long story, and not exactly a very happy one, but... I'll tell you if you want to hear it. Maybe... it'll help you understand me, too."
"There is too much that I don't understand," Lenne said after a long moment, a sigh escaping her. "I can't keep hiding from it all. I am sorry if it hurts you to tell me," she added, much more quietly, but altogether truthful.
"I want to understand you, to understand what happens to my world... I need a reason to go back. I don't expect you to give me all of that, but... whatever you want to tell me, I will be grateful."
Yuna shook her head, letting the dressphere return to its default setting. In a flash of light, she appeared back in her Gunner outfit, tucking the garment grids back into their positions in her pouch. Reaching out to touch Lenne's shoulder reassuringly, she tried to figure out where to start. It was such a long story and so hard to admit, even to herself. But Lenne was a friend, someone from the past. Yuna trusted her. And she would need to know why her world was so different.
"It's okay. It's better now... easier. But it won't be easy for you to hear, either." She took a deep breath. "I know you're from my past. A thousand years ago-" Well, really a thousand and two by now, but who was really counting? "-there was a war between the summoners of Zanarkand and the machina of Bevelle. Bevelle won. Zanarkand... and its summoners were completely destroyed. That's why the Zanarkand here is in ruins. That's what the rest of us remember. Out of that war... came Sin, our eternal punishment."
Character(s): Lenne & Yuna
Content: Wormholes! And... Lenne might think she's actually in Zanarkand. DX
Setting: Zanarkand, Oblivion!Spira.
Time: Afternoon, ish.
Warnings: ....potential angst?
Continued from this thread in Paixao.
Lenne had taken her time re-adjusting to Paixao, and spent the last week wandering her former haunts and checking in on the network posts. She didn’t reply to anything, but felt better knowing what was going on around her.
She woke up that day, noting nothing extraordinary in the air around her, it was just another day, she assumed. That was her first mistake. Upon opening the door, she let out a shrill shriek, and was pulled into a wormhole… and just when she’d escaped, there’d been another… and another…. Until, completely exhausted, she’d been dropped into three feet of snow in a chilly mountain pass. She would have been content to just lay there, afraid of being turned inside out from another excursion into the unknown just by taking a few steps… but it was frigid.
She caught sight of a path and pulled herself out of the snow bank to follow it, starting to jog a bit just to warm up. She followed the path for what she judged to be a mile, maybe a little more… and stopped when she came to an overview of the horizon ahead of her. It could not possibly be… but it was. There before the fallen songstress was Zanarkand. It felt like hours but was merely minutes she stood, literally and figuratively frozen. She’d been taken home, finally… and it was in ruins.
With what courage and strength she could muster, she continued down the path, until eventually she arrived just outside the city, where she couldn’t manage to force herself to continue any further.
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Last few comments:
"It's a long story, and not exactly a very happy one, but... I'll tell you if you want to hear it. Maybe... it'll help you understand me, too."
"There is too much that I don't understand," Lenne said after a long moment, a sigh escaping her. "I can't keep hiding from it all. I am sorry if it hurts you to tell me," she added, much more quietly, but altogether truthful.
"I want to understand you, to understand what happens to my world... I need a reason to go back. I don't expect you to give me all of that, but... whatever you want to tell me, I will be grateful."
Yuna shook her head, letting the dressphere return to its default setting. In a flash of light, she appeared back in her Gunner outfit, tucking the garment grids back into their positions in her pouch. Reaching out to touch Lenne's shoulder reassuringly, she tried to figure out where to start. It was such a long story and so hard to admit, even to herself. But Lenne was a friend, someone from the past. Yuna trusted her. And she would need to know why her world was so different.
"It's okay. It's better now... easier. But it won't be easy for you to hear, either." She took a deep breath. "I know you're from my past. A thousand years ago-" Well, really a thousand and two by now, but who was really counting? "-there was a war between the summoners of Zanarkand and the machina of Bevelle. Bevelle won. Zanarkand... and its summoners were completely destroyed. That's why the Zanarkand here is in ruins. That's what the rest of us remember. Out of that war... came Sin, our eternal punishment."
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Date: 2012-01-13 04:23 pm (UTC)"It's not your fault," she assured Lenne. "Things happen. No one blames you for this, no one." They blamed Yu Yevon. Or at least she did. "These things happened for a reason and if they hadn't... I never would have met you." Or Tidus or had Sir Auron as a guardian or a long list of other things. Much as she didn't like what had happened to the people of Spira for so long, she couldn't deny that at least it meant things could get better.
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Date: 2012-01-15 02:23 am (UTC)Once again, Lenne was floored by Yuna's amazing ability to see the light in everything. It was something the songstress had always desired for herself, and something she hoped to learn from her friend. She was deeply glad she'd met her, too.
"You're right, you know," she told Yuna, a ghost of a smile lighting her face. "And someday, I hope to believe you. I know it all happened for a reason, and I pray that more good will come out of it all, but-" she cut herself off suddenly, shaking her head and a more determined look was on her face than before.
"No. I will believe. I have to move on from this." She hugged her friend again, as if she could draw a little strength, a little hope from the former summoner. She had a purpose, now. She'd do everything in her power to help others return to their worlds. If she couldn't help Spira... It was the least she could do.
"Thank you. I don't know what would have become of me without you." She intended no strings attached to that statement, only the most sincere thanks. Had anyone else been the one to fill her in, she might not have recovered so well. Or at all.
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Date: 2012-01-20 05:59 pm (UTC)"You're welcome," she answered with a warm smile. "I'm glad... I could help at all."
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Date: 2012-01-21 05:48 am (UTC)She smiled then, and bumped her hip against Yuna's with a laugh. "Alright, friend. Think we can get home in time for dinner? I find soul-searching always leaves me famished."
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Date: 2012-01-21 06:29 pm (UTC)"Can we dance back?" she teased with a grin. "I haven't danced in a really long time."
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Date: 2012-01-22 10:54 pm (UTC)"I can't remember the last time I danced just to dance," Lenne admitted, releasing her friend so she could twirl a moment with a giggle.
"We really should do this more often."
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Date: 2012-01-27 05:00 pm (UTC)"I was thinking of doing a concert sometime. Maybe we could team-up."
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Date: 2012-02-04 05:38 pm (UTC)"I think a 'community' concert would do a lot to brighten spirits in this place," she added a few moments later.
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Date: 2012-02-05 06:30 pm (UTC)She wasn't particularly good at this sort of thing. The only reason she'd managed it before was because she'd been using the dressphere's memories and it had reacted with the screen Shinra used. But maybe... she and Lenne could combine their abilities and memories into something they could use to encourage the rest of the city. Everyone needed a little support, especially in a place like this.
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Date: 2012-02-09 07:12 pm (UTC)"Whatever you have in mind, I'd be thrilled to be a part of it." She was almost bouncing more than dancing, now, her energy level spiking with excitement, at having something to look forward to.