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Protecting My Devotion - Group 17
Characters: Cissnei, Kain, and Refia
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: New!Memoria
Location: IT'S IN MY HEAAAD!
Date: March 11, 1805
Warnings: Iiiiiiiiiii... think we'll have to wait and see on this one, but probably nothing big, or at least excessive
It would have been impossible for Refia to not get a sense of extreme deja vu at that pink tinge in the sky - after all, it had only been just over a year. But as the days passed and nothing seemed to happen, she'd put it from her mind and kept going.
Until one day, early, it flashed, and in the next second, she was somewhere entirely too familiar, that she hadn't really wanted to see again.
She raised both hands to cover her mouth in a gasp, taking in the environment around her - dark metal everywhere, with walkways made up of a combination of stone, wood, and more metal. Looking over the catwalks, one could see the group was situated far above the ground level, as bits and pieces and turning gears continued to be seen through the holes for several feet below. Everything was bathed in a reddish glow, coming from a large furnace, much bigger than a person, that seemed to pierce the center of the tower and was clearly functioning, molten metal pooling slowly inside.
"The Tower-!" she whispered to herself, and then was swept into the memory before she could even check and see if others had been brought with her.
Four other people were with her - a boy with his silver hair in a ponytail, a short brunet boy who appeared fairly timid, and a blond with a determined air, all in her age range, all once on Gaia and now gone. But the focal point of the group was a young man who appeared a little older than them with dusky blue hair and a long blue jacket. As the other four started patching themselves up after what had obviously been a difficult battle, the young man ran up to the furnace to look at it closely. Refia was the first one to notice what he was doing, and a look of sheer panic crossed her face.
"Desch! Don't get too close! The fire... I think it's going to blow up!"
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: New!Memoria
Location: IT'S IN MY HEAAAD!
Date: March 11, 1805
Warnings: Iiiiiiiiiii... think we'll have to wait and see on this one, but probably nothing big, or at least excessive
It would have been impossible for Refia to not get a sense of extreme deja vu at that pink tinge in the sky - after all, it had only been just over a year. But as the days passed and nothing seemed to happen, she'd put it from her mind and kept going.
Until one day, early, it flashed, and in the next second, she was somewhere entirely too familiar, that she hadn't really wanted to see again.
She raised both hands to cover her mouth in a gasp, taking in the environment around her - dark metal everywhere, with walkways made up of a combination of stone, wood, and more metal. Looking over the catwalks, one could see the group was situated far above the ground level, as bits and pieces and turning gears continued to be seen through the holes for several feet below. Everything was bathed in a reddish glow, coming from a large furnace, much bigger than a person, that seemed to pierce the center of the tower and was clearly functioning, molten metal pooling slowly inside.
"The Tower-!" she whispered to herself, and then was swept into the memory before she could even check and see if others had been brought with her.
Four other people were with her - a boy with his silver hair in a ponytail, a short brunet boy who appeared fairly timid, and a blond with a determined air, all in her age range, all once on Gaia and now gone. But the focal point of the group was a young man who appeared a little older than them with dusky blue hair and a long blue jacket. As the other four started patching themselves up after what had obviously been a difficult battle, the young man ran up to the furnace to look at it closely. Refia was the first one to notice what he was doing, and a look of sheer panic crossed her face.
"Desch! Don't get too close! The fire... I think it's going to blow up!"
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yay my loooong comment part 1 is here!
As he walked forward into the scene, Kain found himself as a young boy. He became more fully immersed the memory as he went along. He was heading toward his father's chambers, wanting to find him because he hadn't shown up for a sparring practice. But in front of his father's room was a small group of dragoons, arguing loudly amongst themselves. One among them stormed away, and then another did likewise, heading in the opposite direction. The child Kain frowned at the sight and approached, surprised by the force and tone of the arguing. He wasn't put off enough to ask his own question, though.
"Where's my father? He never came to our training session." Kain was still pretty upset by this, assuming that his father had been called away to some important duty. More important than their training, evidently, which saddened him. He still could have at least sent a messenger to inform him of that...
The dragoons exchanged a glance, one of them shaking his head in disgust, and another approaching Kain. "I'm sorry... The healers did all they could, but... they were too late to save him. The Commander... your father- is dead."
Kain was too stunned at first to speak.
"It'll be the end of the dragoons, mark my words," grumbled another of the dragoons, sparking further disagreement among them. Among the arguing, Kain thought he heard the word "assassination" thrown in, and felt sick to his stomach.
"But- but father can't be dead, he can't... " But as Kain turned to look inside the chamber, his heart sank utterly. His father lay in the bed, too lifelessly, too far gone for any Phoenix Down or Raise to help him. He felt like his entire world was torn apart to shreds. This all must be some horrible dream. His father couldn't have died so suddenly like this, not even falling honorably in battle... Kain tried to contain the dark feeling creeping into his mind, even then. "...Where is his dragon?" Immediately the boy's thoughts were on the one who'd been Sir Richard's closest companion in battle, and who would be missing him terribly before long. A dragon couldn't bear to be parted from their human they'd bonded with. Even as a kid, Kain intuitively understood this to some extent.
"Son, if you need some time to-"
"Where is father's dragon!?" The shout from Kain was unusually emotional, even as a boy his tendency was to be more subdued in mood and tone. But this time not even he could disguise the pain from his voice. "I must see her. I must."