Comments | paixaorpg: miles and miles of netherworld i roam... [ COMPLETE / CLOSED ]

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miles and miles of netherworld i roam... [ COMPLETE / CLOSED ]

Nov 22, 2010 18:01

Character(s): Auron, Jecht & Yuna
Content: The trio head towards the mockery of the world they once knew...
Setting: SPIRA: Macalania -> ?
Time: Week 26?
Warnings: Jecht's possible mouth? Though he'll be watching it what with the lady around an' all...

( Honestly, he felt rather uncomfortable even just _standing_ there. )

jecht, auron, yuna

Comments 34

sumofallfayth November 23 2010, 02:28:17 UTC

If Jecht felt uncomfortable, Yuna felt as though everything was downright wrong. It was as though Spira had taken a complete backwards slide, but she couldn't explain a lot of it to the men who stood with her. Not only was her father the only one who knew what had happened in Yuna's time, but he wasn't there. Everything was just wrong.

A part of her was afraid to go any further. The one good thing about this place was that at least Guadosalam and the Farplane weren't here. She'd have refused to go anywhere near the Farplane and would have had a hard time explaining that one.

A frown had creased Yuna's pretty face the moment they stepped out into Macalania. "I don't like it," she admitted. "It feels wrong." And if it was something created from their memories, then that explained everything. For all she knew, this was the Macalania from two years past... not the Macalania she knew anymore.

"This... isn't right, not anymore."

And she definitely didn't like it. A large part of her wanted to turn around and go back, but she couldn't. ( ... )

kotetsu_blade November 24 2010, 00:15:09 UTC

Auron frowned, staring around at the forest surrounding them. He liked the feel of this place no more than Jecht and Yuna. It was the Spira he remembered, but not the one that he left behind. That alone was enough to trouble him, beyond the knowledge itself that this wasn't real. Auron pushed his glasses a little further up the bridge of his nose. "This is an entire castle of memories. If you can't get past your own, you won't leave." And he included himself in that. It seemed obvious where they would have to go to get through. The place where almost all roads in Spira seemed to lead: Zanarkand. He had hoped never to see it again.

"We have walked these roads before. Let's go," he said, beginning to walk toward the exit.

finalfayth November 24 2010, 00:56:08 UTC

"Tch," was his only acknowledgement to Auron's comment. The problem was; the old grump was right. If he, or any of them, were unable to overcome the things that kept them bound to the days of Spira's past -- there would be no real way of escape. Not even if they were to find a way out of Castle Oblivion.

Jecht's intention was to take the lead of the group. That way, if there were dangers ahead, he could take care of them. Not that he didn't think the High Summoner and former Legendary Guardian weren't capable of fending for themselves -- this was just the sort of role that suited him, in the end.

He carried his sword strapped to his back as he parted some of the branches in front of him. "To tell ya the truth, I never figgered I'd be back in this place again..."

sumofallfayth November 24 2010, 18:34:52 UTC

How long had Yuna relied on Auron's stiff guiding hand to help her through her pilgrimage? How long had it been since she'd last heard his words? Two years... not counting the time here in Paixao. Yet, as Auron spoke again and as Sir Jecht took the lead, Yuna found herself falling back into her place as a Summoner on her pilgrimage. Only the guns at her hips, the half-skirt she wore, and the hair tail were there to remind her that things were different.

...She still missed his voice, missed knowing he would be there with her.

Yuna shook herself a little and nodded once to Auron, walking forward. She would fall into whatever place was needed of her now. A glance was spared to Jecht at his words.

"I... wish you could see the Spira that I know now. It's grown and changed so much."

So much... and yet so little at the same time. It was different and yet much the same.

kotetsu_blade November 26 2010, 22:59:25 UTC

Auron wished he could see it as well. A Spira not held in Sin--and Yevon's--grip... He couldn't picture it, and he doubted that he ever could without seeing it for himself. Jecht's Zanarkand had been the closest he'd eveer been, but that was hardly the same. At most it was a reminder of what it would eventually become. The reflection of what once was...

He couldn't see this new Spira. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't and he knew that. This world of memories was closer to the world he belonged in than Yuna's Spira ever would be. All of this he left unsaid. It wasn't his place.