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voidmissions) wrote2022-05-15 05:21 pm
voidmissions) wrote2022-05-15 05:21 pm
MEMORY SHARE: 12 OF BEETROOT EVENT (May)
JEMA'GRETHY MEMORY SHARE
The caves of Jema'grethy will allow for a few different ways for memories to be interacted with. But for most, such as those entering in bonds, it will be seen like a vision in their head, putting them in the position and perspective of whose memory it is.
For people sharing bond memories, and also memories being shared while moving through the Memory Cave, this is the spot to place said memories! It's not necessary if you'd like to write it during the thread, but hopefully convenient for others. Just make a toplevel with your character's name in the header, and remember to include any content warnings thereafter for each memory, as applicable!
For people sharing bond memories, and also memories being shared while moving through the Memory Cave, this is the spot to place said memories! It's not necessary if you'd like to write it during the thread, but hopefully convenient for others. Just make a toplevel with your character's name in the header, and remember to include any content warnings thereafter for each memory, as applicable!
MEMORY CAVE
[Negative] Yuna leaving, Tidus trying to get through a turnstile
You see the shifting colours of the void from the corner of your eye, starting to mingle with the approaching fog. The train will be stopping at a platform soon, and you're sitting in the standard coach, waiting with apprehension for the stop. It's not the stop itself that's got you feeling this way, though: it's thoughts of the recent Jema'grethy trip, of the bond shared between you and Ronan Kavinsky. A dreamer; a person who can make things from his dreams, even make people real. Nearly real.
Someone who didn't give up on trying to make his 'dream' - his brother - a reality. You can't stop wondering, feeling regret. Did you really make the right choice? Could there have been another way?
The train comes to its stop, and you hear the doors open, pulling you from your thoughts. Resigned, you sigh as you stand up from the table, walking with others out from the train. There's people in front of you, around you, and you search through the gaps of people for Yuna. You know she'll likely be in her white top and shorts with the side skirt. You didn't see her earlier, but you're not worried.
That's why your eyes don't immediately spot her when you look towards the turnstile, joined in the queue of people walking through. That's why you're confused, why you don't understand - and then the panic kicks you hard, alarm ringing in your ears.
She's already going through.
"Yuna!" You call for her anyway, no matter her disappearing back. "We'll see each other- I promise! I'll be there next time you come find me! I'm with you! Alright? I love you! I--"
Your pulse races, your heart, your panic. She's already gone, and your body trembles. Is she going to be alright? Is she safe? Where is she going? You have to know where she's going. But you know you can't, there's no way to know, no one knows --
Unless.
Unless you fade. Take off your SCA, fade through the turnstile, go as far as you can make it until you disappear. You know it'll mean death for you, but so what? You picked this for her once before, for the fayth who dreamed and made you and your city real, and you know you'll do it again. So you reach for it, fumbling with the strap before you can get it off, and then chuck it far.
You'll never let Yuna down - you won't make her sad again (like you did, fading, then trying to push her away). Your heart filled with so much - longing, need, determination, regrets, that one more chance - you run for the turnstile, now empty and unused, and start to push against it. Ratting at the section in the centre that blocks you, and you're trying to hurry as your skin and body start to discolour.
"Tidus!" You hear from somewhere behind you, sharp and angry, but you ignore it, doing your damnnest to get through as you fade more.
(But you don't care. You want to save Yuna, more than anything. And what does it matter if you die again? You did it once, it doesn't hurt - and you didn't try to save Zanarkand and its people.
You should do what you can, so others don't get hurt.)
[Negative] Dead people turning into monsters, a home attacked
There's the sound of machine fire, of explosions, fiends and all else around you as you run closer to Rikku's home. This isn't supposed to be happening; you were looking for Yuna, hoping she'd be there than lost in this massive desert and its roaming fiends, somewhere at least safer.
But as you get closer, you can already see bodies lifeless on the ground amidst those still standing, fighting a mix of fiends you hadn't seen on the way here. You and the rest of the group come amongst the Al Bhed, people ostracised for not believing in Yevon's teachings, who use machines - machina - despite it being taboo. Wakka demands from one of them to know where Yuna is, while another Al Bhed falls.
Rikku cries out a name and goes by their side, pyreflies already floating around the scene. She asks the dying man what's happening, who's been attacking, and you and the others come close. You spot the other Al Bhed still fighting back fiends, witness as clouds of pyreflies thicken around some bodies, until the body disperses into those orbs too, glowing brighter before taking on the shape of something else.
'Guado...Yevon....' The man speaks in a thick accent, but you know what you hear: the name of a people not human, and the religious group of the world. It distracts you from the fiend to Rikku's friend, who goes limp. She repeats his name - 'Keyakku? Keyakku!' - to no avail, while Lulu voices what confuses you, too.
'A war? Between Yevon and the Al Bhed?'
A man speaks up, a voice in Al Bhed, a language you can't understand well, and not in this chaos - not with Yuna and everything going on around you in your head. An older man walks straight to Rikku and the dead man; checking his pulse, shaking his head, and then lifts the body close to him, holding it briefly before letting it rest.
The pyreflies are swarming. You worry about seeing more of the bodies turn, but you have your attention on this new guy, this gramps, and what Rikku will do, too. Gramps speaks first, commanding them to stop standing around, to find those Guado and to kick them out. He doesn't wait, and the others don't either, and you and Rikku soon follow after you reassure her that they're going to save more than Yuna.
But first you need to find her, rushing inside, running along the steel corridor, surrounded by walls. Rubble and blood scattered around, the pyreflies thick in the air.
You draw your blade, ready to get through anything, ignoring the anger and disgust on your tongue as a crushed body throws back wreckage, shifting into a new skin of purple. Into a monstrous, inhuman form.
But you'll stop this. You'll help the Al Bhed, and you'll save Yuna.
[Positive] Blitzball game, BALL LYFE
You can't hear what the crowds say, nor the commentators - and really, you aren't listening. Your team, the Zanarkand Abes, is 2-2 against the Zanarkand Rios, and you're calculating, aware of the other team and your own. You need to win this to get into the semi-finals of the Jecht Cup, and you're not about to be beaten. You won't. You can't.
The Rios have the ball right now, but your teammates Judi and Enn are tracking them. The Rios's other team are swimming towards their lone teammate, sure to try and get in place to take the ball, and you, you know your team will try to grab it, at least knock it off course.
You need to trust they'll do what they can, swim as close as you can to meet them. The ball holder, probably seeing Judi and Enn catching up on them but their own team close, tries their luck, pausing, the ball in their hands as they spot their best chance.
'Get them, Judi,' you think, as you see the redhead hurry her swim just as the Rios guy throws the ball, speed to it. But Judi is quick too, manages to catch it with her body spinning in the process, and you see the other Rios people at her back, nearing in--
She looks out, sees you, and you her, and the ball is being thrown to you as she's tackled from behind. You swim where it's headed, and even if you can't feel your heart, you can feel the excitement, the tension. It's in your hands, blue and white, and every second is real and important and can't be spared. But you look to the Rios goal, see the people already swimming to get in the ball's way, should you attempt to shoot.
You have seconds to decide. Two, one--
You go for it, righting your legs, letting go of the ball, pulling back and kicking it. It spins as it goes shooting off, and you see the people desperately swimming. There's the goalie too, and that's the one you're worried about the most. The others, you're sure you'll get lucky with them, but a goalie has more time the farther you shoot from. If they manage to swim in the way in time -- but oh, oh, you think you have a chance, they're reaching out, but--!
The goal lights up and a sound rings out as the blitzball hits the back of the goal space, no more visible than a frame before, but a hardlight netting appearing as it's 'hit'. The crowd roars louder than before, and you pump and fist, kicking up a leg as the excitement rushes through you.