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Characters: Rydia (Open to any at Madain Sari)
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Summoner gathering and meeting Anima's fayth
Location: Eidolon Wall, Madain Sari
Date: Feb. 1804
Warnings: None.

Upon touching down near Madain Sari, Rydia stepped away from the crystals that guided the Lunar Whale, and headed for the exit. She paused by it and smiled at everyone who had decided to join her. That she would have gone alone went without saying; as a summoner, it was her duty. Still, all this company was definitely welcome. The gathered summoners, even the one who had recently arrived, really did feel like an extended family. For one who had lost hers years ago, it was a powerful thing.

"Well, this is it! The Eidolon Wall isn't far." Rydia had explained the situation as best she could, earlier; that the fayth of Anima had visited her and stated to have news. Beyond that, she was as ignorant as them. Well, now was the time for answers.

The green-haired summoner exited the airship and headed into the ruins of Madain Sari, once a thriving Summoner town. Her smile faded, expression growing solemn as she took a fairly straightforward approach, merely intending to reach the Wall before considering any other action.

Rydia paused outside the Eidolon Wall and stood in silence for a moment. After all that maneuvering, after detours and issues galore, she was there once again. She bowed her head respectfully, then stepped forward into the sacred area.

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[crowned-jewel.livejournal.com]

Inside Dagger's head, the gears were turning. She had known, of course, that Rydia had been among the fortunate few to meet her demise and then pop out the other side as if nothing had ever happened. Never in history had there been a time where Death had been a potentially temporary state. But Anima's words had set her mind in motion.

Mist was a dispersion of souls; a by-product, of sorts. Souls blended up and dispersed in the way that water evaporates in heat. That Rydia had revived among Iifa's roots was suddenly not such a coincidence as she might have thought, especially considering Anima's words; 'Yet part of her soul lingers in the Mist.'

"There was a time, when the Mist was harnessed to create new living beings -- the Black Mages. In that way, it's like they were made of the bi-products of many souls. If the Tree is now reviving people, is it possible it's no longer capable of doing it's intended job so thoroughly as it once did? Like... Instead of completely dispelling the souls of the dead, some are sent out almost completely intact?"

So much so, that it effectively resurrected the departed.

[sharemypain.livejournal.com]

The summoners appeared to have reached a consensus of sorts, despite the fact that the fayth had shared little. However, her knowledge was limited to what she knew from her own experience. Her unique situation, hovering between life and death made her an ideal mediator.

"I wish I could give you answers for why this has happened. Yet please, use this knowledge to shape the world. Rydia is not the only soul to have become integrated into this world. Others have come and gone, lived and died, or faded away. Yet they linger on."

[summoningcalm.livejournal.com]

They linger on. That part didn't sit well with him. Like the Unsent, they remained in the world without a real reason or a right to be alive, like the living had. Frowning, Braska sighed softly as he looked amongst the group. They were certainly a well-informed bunch and none of it made any sense to him.

He didn't know what to say and only gave Yuna's arm a gentle squeeze in response to what she'd offered, smiling lightly to Rydia and keeping most of his attention on Anima. She was the one giving the information and the fact that she had information on this world didn't surprise him.

[alittlebitesper.livejournal.com]

Terra didn't really know what to say about all of this, and that fact was plainly evident on her face as she looked from Anima's fayth to the other summoners and back, frowning some.

"Do you mean they're like ghosts?" She asked, rather unhelpfully. She had no experience with spirits and such, but she'd fought several varieties of ghosts. And she knew ghosts were, what, spirits of dead people that stuck around, right?