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http://finalfayth.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] finalfayth.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2010-11-22 06:01 pm
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miles and miles of netherworld i roam... [ COMPLETE / CLOSED ]

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. There was something about Macalania that had always made him feel somewhat uneasy. As he stood there, it was hard not to trudge up memories of the last time he'd been there -- well, been here. It was the place where everything had really begun to sink in. That maybe there wasn't... anyway back to Zanarkand.

Damn. How naive he'd been back then. It was enough to make a man sick to his stomach, just thinking about it. Clearing his throat, he took another step forward, forcing whatever emotions that were trying to surface back down. There was no time for any of that garbage right now. He needed to focus on the road ahead.

"Hard to believe... they made his place just from our memories, huh?"
sumofallfayth: (Of all the things I can and can't see)

[personal profile] sumofallfayth 2010-11-27 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Yuna understood the hesitation from both of them, knew they wouldn't be able to picture the world that she knew. It was hard to explain, hard to put words to how different things were, but how nice, too. So, instead, Yuna fell silent for a moment, trying to think of something else she could say.

"We couldn't have done it without you," she told Jecht, looking at him before she turned back to their path. She was as worried about her father as Jecht seemed to be. It wasn't like Braska not to wait for them. Even though she didn't hear Jecht's muttering, she, too, thought the same.

Yuna stopped when Jecht did, looking at the trees. She thought she recognized this place, too. It hadn't been closed off in years, not since...

"Your sphere?" she asked. "They must have drawn on your memories for this... and my father's." It made her wonder how different everything else would be. Maybe they hadn't used her memories at all. Or if they had, they'd used memories from years ago, years long since past.