Zanarkand Myrrh Tree

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Characters: Those Who Hunt Zanarkand Myrrh
Progress: In-progress
Summary: After a wedding, it's time for a fight to the death!
Location: Zanarkand
Date: A couple days after Rikku's announcement
Warnings: Fighting? I'm not sure who's going on this, so if you are (Pied, still sending Tifa?), just hop in. Party-style tagging so it takes less time.

The city hadn't changed. While most of the locations that had come to Gaia had been reclaimed, repopulated, or at least been calmed somewhat by the influx of moogles, Zanarkand remained the same as ever - empty, filled with wandering pyreflies, the occasional projection of the past coming from the balls of light. Tidus found it pretty creepy to occasionally catch a glimpse of their past, the pilgrimage and the time before everything changed, but he pushed it out of his mind and pushed on.

The unsent were gone, but the monsters were still occupying the ruins, so it wasn't exactly an easy trip. But with as many people as they had fighting now, the fiends fell much quicker than before, and they reached the Dome with very few problems.

"So..." the blitzer started, looking up at the broken structure and crossing his arms as he studied it. "Since this place likes to be as terrible as it can, that tree's probably down in the center, where Yunalesca was."

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[waterblade.livejournal.com]

"This puzzle was weird - in most of them you had to move spheres around to different locations, and the spheres did different things, but in this one there were lights on the floor that you had to step on and if you did it wrong, you had to start all over again. It was a real pain in the ass."

He was really hoping they didn't have to do that one again.

But the run through the Dome was fairly quiet - they were attacked, but rarely, and with the number of fighters they had the fiends were quickly dispatched. Perhaps the number of people in the group had something to do with it, but Tidus doubted anyone was arguing. Arriving at the doors outside the rooms that Yunalesca had appropriated for the temple, Tidus waited for the rest to catch up before pushing open the doors.

Luck was apparently on their side, as the spheres that began the Cloister had not been reset. A hop, skip, and a jump across that small room and a look through the next door made him grin. "Looks like we're okay - the elevator's open in the floor!"

[pastglories.livejournal.com]

Jecht glanced into the next room (he didn't pay much mind than necessary to the spheres that were not reset - didn't want to think on it too much, or eles be haunted by more literal memories), before letting out a grunt of approval. Elevator was there: excellent. And the place seemed okay, which was good enough for him.

"Good. Really wouldn't wanna do that with so many o' us."

... Or was it just a little too quiet? Or was that just Zanarkand in its melancholy state? Well, whatever. The small room was crowded, and the next room with the elevator was bigger, so he stepped into it.

[heartofheaven.livejournal.com]

Elevator seemed like too strong a word. It was really just a platform. But Tifa followed the lead of the others and stepped onto it, ready to descend to the chamber below.

She adjusted her gloves. This was where it got serious.