"Is it time to go? It's been so long..." (For Zanarkand)

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"Everything has its time," including two of them, though she was loathe to admit it. she had never been too sure how her creation had come to be. nor was she certain if her destruction would be at her own hand or that of Spira's will. there must be some semblance of will to live left within her, to keep her clinging to this world instead of bursting into a cloud of pyreflies as the denizens of Spira typically did at the end of their lives. she wasn't sure what drove her, what her will clung to, but inevitably, one day, she would let go and it would be over.

but back to the matter at hand. "Including our memories." with that, it disapated into a cloud of pyreflies. "The ruins have a limited amount of Pyreflies and I do not wish to extinguish all these souls for a mere glance at a memory." letting the pyreflies intermingle with her memories wouldn't serve either of them well. Z had already ruminated far too long on what she had lost, no doubt her companion had too.

"I wouldn't have thought you would yearn for that dream. You seem like the grounded in reality type," she was hazy on the details of how the man had gotten into the dream in the first place, but he had experienced the splender of what the city had once been. "You are one of the few that have experienced what once was, and the experiences that came with it. It is tempting to stay within the it's comforts, no?" she almost sounded like a fanatic, and perhaps she was, for she was Zanarkand and Zanarkand was her. Dream included.

“ Would you bare witness? ” (from Anima to Auron)

"Hmph..."

The warrior monk stands with his back turned to the Fayth. For a moment the pyreflies dance around them heavily, and Auron appears as he once was. The young man who died in Zanarkand. In the next moment he is himself once more. His features are worn and haggard. The grey slowly overtaking the once long flowing strands of black hair, now cut short. His once meticulously clean shaven face was now covered with rough stubble and not well kept. It was no longer a concern for him.

He was Unsent. A spirit that had refused to pass on to the Farplane. He had been unable to do so. Auron had made a promise, to Braska and Jecht. He would look after their children, and he would find a way to break the endless cycle of life and death and free Jecht. It was that promise that kept him tethered to the world of the living. A bond so adamant not even death could sever it.

He understood why the Fayth would ask something like this of him. They were spirits too. Aeons, that is what they had become, just like Jecht. He turns around to face the Fayth then. Those dark piercing orbs gaze from behind those slightly lowered sunglasses. With a nod; he accepts her request. Afterwards he shoulders his Katana with his right hand. His left hand remains resting inside the seam of his haori.

"Have I not seen enough?"

It is a rhetorical question. Perhaps even a sarcastic remark. He cannot help but let a slight smirk grace his lips then.

"Very well."

@bushidoxunsent; cont.

█░     HIGH SUMMONER ( 大召喚士 )

Quick. His reaction was swift— impressive, really, in some other circumstance. He had always been like that, able to focus when it mattered, blocking everything else out. But, he was never quite as fast on his feet as he would have liked. He was never wholly satisfied. He wondered if, before it was over, he would ever be.

He’d made it to Auron’s side almost without thinking, knees covered by layers of fabric digging into the dirt as he forced himself down to the ground. His eyes, wide, looked the man over. He flinched— only barely— as the man coughed. Then— Focus. 

His staff was on the ground, nearby. He’d set it there as he’d moved forward. He didn’t need it to cast, but it did make it faster, easier. One. He took a breath. And then, as quickly as he could, his hands moved— hovered— over where he believed the damage had been done. There was armor in the way, so his work would hardly be clean. But, for now, it would have to do. Two.

Three. 

His eyes closed and a rush of energy moved through him, out and down. That would stop the bleeding but that was all. He needed to see the wound properly. And also, too much too quickly could be just as deadly as nothing at all.

Jecht was doing fine, it seemed. A quick turn of his gaze had told him that. But, he needed help. Something. It wasn’t ideal, casting from where he sat, down on the ground from a distance. But, another breath and set of focus and a protect spell was put in place. Good. He exhaled. Then, looking back to Auron, he finally spoke.

     “ This will hurt— ”

                                       ❛        you  don’t  have  to  look  so  SERIOUS  all  the  time  ya  know.    ❜                  rikku  sways  back  &  forth  on  her  feet  as  she  looks  at  him  --  a  smile  wavering  on  her  lips.                   ❛    SMILE  MORE.              it  makes  you  more  healthy.  ❜   //  @bushidoxunsent

@bushidoxunsent

Luca, that was the name of the place. It was beautiful here and popular. With the locals and the tourists there were so many things going on. She adored it though. Being away from friends meant that she didn’t have opportunities to just sit and shoot the breeze. Days were usually filled with hack and slashing and less conversation. 

To just sit and talk to people about little trivial things from time to time was such a stress reliever that Ritz hadn’t really known about. Perhaps it was another one of those things she had often taken for granted but being around people just brought her back to life in a way. She was by no means a social butterfly but keeping quiet all the time was a hard thing to do. 

But this city, it was great. Full of nice people, things to do and then the air! It was so fresh and could smell the salt-water in every breeze no matter how far away you were from the body of water. There was even a stadium! Not that she really understood the sport they played there. Blitzball was not something they had at home and while the girl was athletic she had no interest in watching sports. However she gave it a chance when eating lunch and found herself more confused than anything. 

Making her way through the plaza a smile tugged at her lips. This is the type of place Ritz wanted to live in when she grew up. A place never boring or restless. Kids ran around safe and happy and people crowded together, the size of the place meant they didn’t know everyone but there was always someone to talk to. Pushing her way through the rows of people she continued to explore when something else caught her eye. The man was older but he was dressed much differently than the other people of Luca. In fact he looked like a samurai that they learned about back in school. What a weird choice of fashion, though Ritz was not much better herself. Though she didn’t have much a choice.

@bushidoxunsent

Traveling between worlds and timelines was a tiring task but one that the Seeress took on as a duty. Though doing so acted like a ball and chain around her when she was encountered with that all too familiar cold embrace of death; she knew that none other would be able to manage her task had they been in her position. . Tonight she found herself in yet another world -- though this one felt familiar. It had that sense of old magic that she remembered when she grew up in Gran Pulse within her tribe along side with Noel. Even the fashion of the locals seemed..familiar. A faint smile formed over her lips as she felt a strange..homey feel about her. Standing on a bridge made from an old tree, she leered over to the far left as she spotted a group of people standing outside of what looked like an old manor. Their expressions spoke of either confusion or thoughtful. Yeul took but a moment to look into the future for this world and found more questions than answers. Most of them towards a male in a crimson coat. The way he was able to avoid death was..interesting. She was surprised that the Goddess didn’t punish him for falling when he performed this..Final Summoning, as most guardians normally did. As a servant -- slave -- to the Gods, she had to know. Perhaps now was a good time for her to inquire and obtain answers on her own. Making her way down the bridge around the tree, she paused in front of the gentlemen and looked up to him. “How strange..to see someone who avoided death appear so well. I am impressed.” she uttered softly.

😨

😨 - My muse to sneak under the cover and pleasure with your muse with their mouthIt was late, very late, and she was exhausted. Unknowing of what she was doing or who was in her bed, she snaked her way under the covers to the mystery man’s crotch, blowing warm air on him.

"Don't sing that old sad hymn no more. It resonates inside my soul. It haunts me in my waking dreams. I cannot bear to hear it."

"Braska no one can know about the lude and wild things we did our pilgrimage. Think of the children."

█░     HIGH SUMMONER ( 大召喚士 )

      “ I only hit that man in the bar in Luca once. ”

And he’d hit him back.

☽ = wandering alone at night

// reaction meme |accepting !

                              ❛   fryd  yna  oui  tuehk  ?    ❜                     she  tilts  her  head  as  she  watches  the  other  curiously.                          ❛    it’s  LATE.               shouldn’t  you  be  resting  ?             ———————but  i  guess  i  should  be  resting  too  huh  ?     ❜                she  smiles  wryly  before  pointing  at  him.                     ❛   did  YOU  have  a  nightmare  too  ?                mine  was  about  SNAKES.   ❜