Protecting My Devotion - Group 6

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Characters: Cid Shido, Firion, and Fran
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: What's worth fighting for.
Location: Memoria
Date: 11th March, 1805.
Warning: None that I can think of, but we shall seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Cid had had a few weeks away from the network to recuperate from the mission to save Edgar, fixing up his ship, tuning his pack, everything. Then he noticed a haze come over him, pinkish in degree. This feeling felt familiar in someway, but before he could re-act he found himself someplace else, he never thought he would be. Back in Wonderland.

He looked around and saw nothing around him, but also that he had no gear with him as well, including his sky phone. He sighed as he yelled out, "Hello!? Is anyone here?"

He had a feeling he had gone through this once before...and the last time was harrowing enough. But he had to endure this time.

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Cid felt the hand on his shoulder and the words of all of them. Cid looked back once more and thought, this wasn't his reality. This is what he hoped for. To see his comrades again, to finish his life's works and grow his collection, but most importantly, to send everyone home. He would die for that. A sternness came across his face as he looked back at the others and nodded. begining to move forward, as painful as it was emotionally.

He looked at the two and stated, "I'm not sure who will be next in our memories. But I know we have to be prepared." He chuckled, "In a way, I'm glad I was first, it's like ripping off a band-aid." Then proceeded to move forward, out of his dream of what he wanted, and into reality. But with a smile on his face, because he would not rest until that dream came true.

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There was an unease lingering over Fran - that fear in the back of her mind of not knowing just what Memoria would drag up from the pit of your deepest memories. Some things were not for public broadcast. Although it seemed those travelling with could only see the setting and not the detail. That, at least, gave Fran some small peace of mind.

She followed Cid, preparing herself for whatever may come, be it a glimpse of her own past, or of her new-found companions.