timeandtides_backup | We're all living in a Memoria world!

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We're all living in a Memoria world!

Characters: Irvine Kinneas, Denzel, and Lazard Deusericus
Progress: Complete
Summary: All three taking a trip down, memory lane!
Location: Memoria
Date: February 1st, 1804
Warnings: None as of yet, I mean Denzel's there for Kefka's sake!

The cowboy was asleep when the glow bathed him over, and when he awoke, he found himself close to the sea, in a place he found very familiar. Irvine jumped up and asked, "Wh-what? This place...it can't be! How did..." He was confused and shocked at the very fact he was back...back at the orphanage he grew up in.

Quickly the SeeD looked around and shouted out, "Selphie!? Selphie? Squall? Quistis? Zell? Rinoa? Matron? Nida? Anyone!?" Then a low murmur came out last that sounded like "Seifer?" However he still hadn't noticed the two other people there with him.

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The Selphie image hugged Irvine as she simply whispered, "I want to stay here with you forever." That last sentence faded into nothing as she vanished and Irvine slammed face first into the tree.

He looked around at what had occurred and the area around him. All he was was Denzel looking at the cowboy. Irvine blinked as he asked, "Tha-That wasn't really there...was it?"

Well, he certainly felt like a fool.

Denzel brought his hands up to cover his mouth, stifling a laugh. "You smooched the tree..." Another laugh. "I hope there was a girl there in your vision. Or even a boy. 'Cause I don't think tree smooching is normal..."

He offered Irvine a smile, jogging ahead. "Come on, Irvine! Let's keep going!!"

"It was a girl! A girl, I promise! A-And she was hot!" retorted the cowboy who quickly got up on his feet. He felt like he needed to uphold his status...to a child. Upon thinking about it, Irvine seemed incredibly silly saying that stuff to Denzel.

A shake from his head as he said, "Right, I'll lead." He caught up with the boy and moved forward.

Denzel laughed more. "No one can be prettier than Eiko." At least not in his eyes. Tifa, Shelke and Marlene were all very pretty and Cloud was insanely handsome, but they were all family so they didn't count.

He once more ran on ahead of Irvine. As the room once more shifted, they found themselves on the outskirts of Midgar – along the vast wastelands overlooked by the cliffs. All around Denzel were dead fiends and soldiers that just gave off a 'bad guy' aura. And in Denzel's hand was a sword.

Cloud walked up beside him, clasping a hand onto the boy’s shoulder. "Well done, Denzel. You saved everyone. You really are a hero."

"Me? A hero?" He looked around to see Tifa, Marlene, Shelke and all their friends. Even Eiko, who came over and kissed his cheek.

But just as soon as the scene had appeared, it began to fade away.

Irvine looked at the new scene he was in and saw nothing but the wastelands. He heard the boy speak about a hero as Irvine grabbed him by the shoulder and asked, "Hey...Denzel...you okay?"

He knew what was going on, but he was still worried about this whole thing.

As the sword faded from his hand and all his friends faded, all that was left was the burning blush on his cheeks. He nodded his head, trying to find his words. "I...'m okay."

He rubbed at his face, trying to get his blush to go away.

He saw the blush as he lightly patted him on the back and questioned, "I really do hope she's as cute as you say." He continued to walk along with a smile and replied, "Coming hero?"

He was joking with the boy, of course, but it was good to see things were a little bit better now.

Irvine's words just caused the young boy to blush even brighter. He let out an embarrassed huff, before jogging to catch Irvine up.

"I'm not a hero. That wasn't a memory. it was... a dream. I want to be a hero just like Cloud."

"I dunno, I think you were a hero. I mean you did help me when I was seeing my worse fear realized," stated the cowboy with a smile as he looked up to the sky. "It isn't a weapon or courage that makes a hero Denzel, it's being there doing the right thing at the right time that does. Remember that."

The room once again, began to shift and alter as Irvine stated with a groan, "Not again!" The scene shifted and altered to what looked like Balamb Garden's main hall, but damaged and tire treads on the floor. He looked around and stated, "Balamb? Bu-" Denzel vanished from Irvine's view as all of a sudden, Galbadian soldiers and Balamb Soldiers fighting against each other."

The cowboy looked around as some troops from behind him. In his hand was his gun as he started shooting them all. "Damn it! I gotta get to the others!" Irvine rushed around the walkways of the garden shooting enemies as he saw.

Of course in reality, Irvine was shooting an imaginary gun and running away from Denzel.

A hero didn't have to fight with a big sword and be the bravest? Well... even so, he'd never be a great hero like Cloud.

As Irvine ran off shooting his imaginary gun, Denzel flailed slightly, running after him. "Irvine! Wait up!!" Damn grown ups with their longer legs and fast running! "Don't leave me behind!"

He could hear the sounds of the soldiers and the weapons firing and clashing. But like all the others, Irvine's reality came back and his pace slowed down to a halt as the Garden was quiet again. He looked around and shook his head, clenching his fist at it. All a memory.

He looked up and yelled out, "Stop playing games and show yourself!" He had enough of this mind trip!

Denzel finally caught up to Irvine, panting as he tried to catch his breath.

He reached up to take hold of Irvine's hand, looking up at him. "I wonder who is doing all this..."

He shook his head looking down and answered, "If someone is doing this, then they're as sick and twisted as any sorceress I've ever met." He looked at Denzel and added, "Come on, let's keep going." The event wasn't bad, just incredibly tense.

They continued to walk down the halls, as Irvine looked at the boy and added, "You holding up okay?"

Denzel stayed close to Irvine's side, giving a firm nod. "I'm okay. I just hope we're past the worst of it now."

He really didn't want to see anymore bad things. He just wanted to go home now.

Irvine nodded in agreement and added, "So do I." A grin came across his face and he added, "But it's like they say, whatever doesn't kill us or make us go completely insane, can only make us stronger."

Not a famous saying, but it was somewhat right for the situation.

Another shift. Would this ever end? Now the boy found himself by the Sector 5 church in the slums, a metal pole in his hand. He saw a shiny black motorbike up ahead and made his way over to it, examining it for a long moment before noticing a phone hanging from it. He snatched the phone, flicking it open. Without understanding why, he dialled the number of his house in Sector 7. The same house that had been destroyed.

"Your call to Sector 7 cannot be completed at this time." The operator’s voice kept repeating the same phrase, over and over again. With a growl of frustration, Denzel went to throw the device on the floor, only to notice it had a missed call. Scrolling through the list, he saw numerous missed calls all from the same number – 7th Heaven - and dialled it.

It rang and he freaked out, hanging up instantly, only for the call to be returned. He answered it, holding the phone to his ear.

"Cloud, what a surprise, you never call. Is something wrong? … Cloud? " t was a woman’s voice on the other end of the line.

"No, ma’am…" came Denzel’s timid reply.

"Well who, then? Why do you have Cloud’s phone? "

"I don’t know. " Tears began to well in Denzel’s eyes.

"Who is this? " The woman seemed ill at ease.

"I don’t know, please… I don’t know what to do. I can’t do this." He dropped the metal pole to the floor, sobbing softly.

"Hey, are you crying?"
Pain tore through Denzel’s body as an attack of Geostigma hit him. The phone fell from his hand, hitting the floor as he dropped to his knees, black ooze gushed from his body, pained cries escaping him.

"Hello? Are you okay?! Cloud, if you’re there, pick up!" The woman remained on the line, yet Denzel could hardly hear her voice anymore.

He lost consciousness, and as he came too, a man with blonde hair was running towards him. "Hey! You okay?"

The next few minutes were a blur, but then he was seated on the motorbike. "Tifa said to take you home, kid." The blonde climbed onto the bike. "Grab on."

Denzel felt weak and drained, flopping against the man’s back. The man pulled Denzel’s arm around him, holding onto the boy’s trembling hand.

As the vision faded, Denzel’s hand instantly shot to his forehead to check that the stigma wasn’t there anymore.

Irvine saw the church materialize around him as he looked in amazement, quickly he looked over to the boy who was living out a scene in his head. The cowboy walked over to him when he began to snap out of it.

He simply asked, "Denzel? You okay?"

Denzel nodded, still checking his forehead and arm for ay sign of the geostigma. "Uh huh... I'm okay..."

He got to his feet and once more dusted himself off. "Time to keep moving?"

The cowboy nodded and replied, "Yea, I say we keep moving on, hopefully we'll find a way out." The SeeD offered his hand to the boy, so they would move on. They had to find a way out of here, they just had too.

Irvine was curious though as he asked, "What were you checking for though?"

Denzel took hold of Irvine's hand once he was happy there was no black ooze on his head. He blushed a little at Irvine's question. "I was checking the Geostigma hadn't come back."

He looked up at the older, taller male. "I bet you couldn't see it, huh? All the black ooze..."

"Black ooze?" the SeeD responded quite confused, "Sorry, all I saw was you having a conversation with yourself.

The room began to flicker and change again as Irvine sighed and complained, "Oh come on! Haven't you done enough?" However the room became something of an empty sight, with two chests in the middle of the room. The cowboy blinked then leaned over at Denzel and asked, "This anything from your memories?"

Edited 2010-02-09 12:37 (UTC)

"The black ooze... it's one of the effects of Geostigma. It seeps from your pores. It's horrible. I used to have it. But I'm cured now!"

Denzel looked around the room, before shaking his head. "No, I don't remember a place like this at all." He let go of Irvine's hand to run over to the chests, poking at one, finding it didn't fade away. "What do you think is in them?"

"Denzel!" called the cowboy as he saw him going towards the chests. He was a bit skeptical as he dashed over to the boy. Standing in front of him the cowboy stated, "Stay back, if any of these chests are booby trapped, I want you to stay far behind me."

Slowly the SeeD unlocked the chest, then he mentally counted in his head, before quickly lifting up the chest and diving down in front of the boy. No explosion...no nothing. Irvine looked up and back at the open chest and replied, "Okay...no bomb...guess I chose right, right?"

Denzel squeaked as the cowboy threw himself down infront of him. Once the chest was opened, he leaned up on tiptoes, trying to see past Irvine to see what was in it. "What is it? What is it? Is it treasure?"

He settled back on flat feet and poked the other chest. "Do you think the bomb is in this one then?"

"Maybe...I'll open it." quoted the cowboy as he went to the other box. Again he kept the boy behind him as he slowly opened it. This time he didn't hesitate, for some reason it didn't look like it was booby trapped. The SeeD was cautious as he quickly opened the box and stepped back in shock. Nothing.

Irvine looked inside the recently opened box and replied, "The hell?" He reached into the box and pulled out a very stylish and well crafted bow from it. He blinked and replied, "Denzel, are you seeing what I'm seeing...cause I'm seeing a bow." For all he knew he was looking at something this world is conjuring again.

We're all living in a Memoria world!

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