Protecting My Devotion - Group 15

[theleadingman.livejournal.com]

Characters: Balthier Bunansa, Setzer Gabbiani, and Rygdea.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Old!Memoria
Location: Memoria
Date: March 11th, 1805.
Warning: ... too many well-dressed men?


He didn't know what to expect when the sky had suddenly burst with the color of sunset. Since his arrival in Gaia, it was safe to assume that anything could happen at any time. People were taken home whenever the fates saw fit, with no warning, no impetus. When the haze cleared and he found himself standing in front of the elevator at the Draklor Laboratory, he surmised that it was simply his turn to return from whence he came.

Though given the option, he wouldn't have chosen Draklor. Too many memories there. Ones he would rather leave behind if he was going to have any semblance of a life that didn't leave him shackled to the past.

In the distance, an alarm was droning, though it was muffled, as if it were several floors below him.

Just what had he returned in the middle of?

Comments

On it! And sorry for taking so long to get to this, I was away most of the weekend

[wanderlusting.livejournal.com]

"Setzer," he answered, even as the surroundings began to take on a form that was all to familiar to him. The walls vanished, replaced by nothing more than a viewpoint that offered miles of wasted land. It was a tower. A tower built of what seemed to be nothing more than the rubble of a thousand buildings.

Oh, the floor underneath their feet was stable enough. But all around was bits and pieces of something else. Here a piece of what could have once been a roof. There, something that looked very much like it wouldn't have been out of place in a scientist's lab. A thousand, thousand pieces of rubble and ruin, held together by nothing more than sheer magic.

And with the height of the tower itself, getting back down was not really going to be the best of options. It was the last place Setzer had ever wanted to be yet again and he couldn't help but sigh at it all.

[cowboy-aloft.livejournal.com]

"So...what exactly happened back there?" He looked over at Balthier as he spoke. "I mean, I'm not gettin' the crazy vibe from you, so.." He trailed off, catching a strange shifting out of the corner of his eye. Again, the scenery around them had changed, becoming a panorama that made his head spin. He was used to the laws of physics being flexible, Coccoon was a planet held up by fal'Cie will, after all, but...to see all of this, with no fal'Cie in sight, it made him feel distinctly uneasy.

Sorry, missed the notif. :/

[theleadingman.livejournal.com]

"Crazy?" Balthier questioned, curious. What had his conversation with Cid looked like to his companions, he wondered? He supposed that for those who were unaware of the context, he might have seemed a little needlessly irate, but certainly not insane. He would leave that to the higher branches of his family tree. "If you knew the full scope of the argument, I suppose it would make more sense, but what you saw was the result of a madman's thirst for power reaching its height." He paused. "Did you not see--" he began, but cut himself off as he fully realized that their surroundings had again shifted.

Rubble as far as the eye could see, fashioned into something larger than any town it might have as its components. "What is this place?"

No problem~

[wanderlusting.livejournal.com]

A madman's thirst for power? Now there was a damning statement and one that was more than a little familiar. One he could have done without really, given the current location. If they were set to revisit the various madmen in their lives this would certainly be the place for it.

"A tower erected by the local madman," he answered. "A monument to his own twisted genius."