Protecting My Devotion - Group 3
Characters: Bartz, Fang, and Squall
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Old!Memoria
Location: Memory Place!
Date: March 11, 1805
Warnings: With Bartz, anything's possible!
Gaia was strange, Fang knew. She was getting used to it - again - and getting used to the way that memories from her first visit to the world were trickling into her head. Maybe one day she'd get a great big lump all at once; for now, it was going slowly but steadily.
Still, to suddenly end up in yet another place wasn't what she expected. Especially not when it was a place she recognized.
"You've got to be joking!"
It was Oerba - the territory around Oerba, at least, majestic in its splendor, clearly unforgiving of stupidity but beautiful and rugged. The village itself wasn't visible, but the mountains to the east of it were, rising above the trees that covered the slopes between the village and a very tall tower of strange construction that stabbed the sky like a weapon. The trees were thicker towards the tower side of the plains and slopes, the ground between the trees carpeted in flowers and long, rich grasses, green interspersed with blue, red, and pink - a painter's dream.
And none of it existed anymore. With Anima's temple gone from the village, Oerba had quickly fallen to the monsters and Cie'th, its inhabitants falling into the same curse if they lived at all. The plant life had had the life choked from it with crystal dust, killing all the color and making the landscape around the village sterile. Taejin's Tower had broken in half and collapsed. Fang had seen all this, with her own eyes, much as it rent her heart to think about it - and now, to be back in the village the way it had been before? This was... impossible.
"Fang!" came a cheerful voice from behind her, and the dark-haired woman spun to face it, yanking her spear from the holster at her back at the same time.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Old!Memoria
Location: Memory Place!
Date: March 11, 1805
Warnings: With Bartz, anything's possible!
Gaia was strange, Fang knew. She was getting used to it - again - and getting used to the way that memories from her first visit to the world were trickling into her head. Maybe one day she'd get a great big lump all at once; for now, it was going slowly but steadily.
Still, to suddenly end up in yet another place wasn't what she expected. Especially not when it was a place she recognized.
"You've got to be joking!"
It was Oerba - the territory around Oerba, at least, majestic in its splendor, clearly unforgiving of stupidity but beautiful and rugged. The village itself wasn't visible, but the mountains to the east of it were, rising above the trees that covered the slopes between the village and a very tall tower of strange construction that stabbed the sky like a weapon. The trees were thicker towards the tower side of the plains and slopes, the ground between the trees carpeted in flowers and long, rich grasses, green interspersed with blue, red, and pink - a painter's dream.
And none of it existed anymore. With Anima's temple gone from the village, Oerba had quickly fallen to the monsters and Cie'th, its inhabitants falling into the same curse if they lived at all. The plant life had had the life choked from it with crystal dust, killing all the color and making the landscape around the village sterile. Taejin's Tower had broken in half and collapsed. Fang had seen all this, with her own eyes, much as it rent her heart to think about it - and now, to be back in the village the way it had been before? This was... impossible.
"Fang!" came a cheerful voice from behind her, and the dark-haired woman spun to face it, yanking her spear from the holster at her back at the same time.