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paixaorpg2011-01-02 09:52 pm
sumofallfayth) wrote in paixaorpg2011-01-02 09:52 pm
Someday the Dream Will End (Closed / Active)
Character(s): Yuna, Auron, Jecht
Content: They FINALLY get to Zanarkand!
Setting: Zanarkand
Time: Backdated to Week 27
Warnings: Sobness?
An Eternal Calm, a slightly chubby Wakka, and her 2 minutes, forty-one seconds. For Yuna, seeing Zanarkand again, a Zanarkand free of tourists and monkies, was like an odd slap to the face. It reminded her of everything she'd lost, everything she couldn't have if she ever went back home to the real Spira. From the moment she'd found herself walking out of Mount Gagazet's caves, she couldn't help closing herself off again. She knew Auron would be able to read her like a book and know something was wrong, but she didn't want to talk about it. Instead, Yuna just kept going, pointing out that they were truly almost to the dome and she didn't want to stop until they were there.
She didn't want to give herself time to think.
Every fight was just another way to avoid talking about what was bothering her. By now, she knew Tidus and Rikku were in the city, but that didn't mean the former would be there if they ever went home. She didn't like that thought. She didn't want to fight any more battles that she would have to lose in order to win. She didn't want any of this.
She missed her father, had missed him so very much, and had missed Auron as well. Two years had passed since she'd lost everything in order to save the world. Everything. Her aeons, her father's legendary guardian and her mentor... him.
Great job, Yuna, indeed.
Once they got to the dome, though, she paused even longer, trying to work up the nerve to enter again. She'd gotten too used to the two years later version of Spira. Everything here was just a memory, but it was throwing her off with every step and she wasn't sure how to deal with it anymore. So she did the best she could. She kept quiet and tried not to think too much.
Who would they find in the Chamber of the Fayth? Would the corridor at the end of Lady Yunalesca's room exist? Yuna took a deep breath and started forward.
"We're almost there," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else, but loud enough for her companions to hear quite easily.
Content: They FINALLY get to Zanarkand!
Setting: Zanarkand
Time: Backdated to Week 27
Warnings: Sobness?
An Eternal Calm, a slightly chubby Wakka, and her 2 minutes, forty-one seconds. For Yuna, seeing Zanarkand again, a Zanarkand free of tourists and monkies, was like an odd slap to the face. It reminded her of everything she'd lost, everything she couldn't have if she ever went back home to the real Spira. From the moment she'd found herself walking out of Mount Gagazet's caves, she couldn't help closing herself off again. She knew Auron would be able to read her like a book and know something was wrong, but she didn't want to talk about it. Instead, Yuna just kept going, pointing out that they were truly almost to the dome and she didn't want to stop until they were there.
She didn't want to give herself time to think.
Every fight was just another way to avoid talking about what was bothering her. By now, she knew Tidus and Rikku were in the city, but that didn't mean the former would be there if they ever went home. She didn't like that thought. She didn't want to fight any more battles that she would have to lose in order to win. She didn't want any of this.
She missed her father, had missed him so very much, and had missed Auron as well. Two years had passed since she'd lost everything in order to save the world. Everything. Her aeons, her father's legendary guardian and her mentor... him.
Great job, Yuna, indeed.
Once they got to the dome, though, she paused even longer, trying to work up the nerve to enter again. She'd gotten too used to the two years later version of Spira. Everything here was just a memory, but it was throwing her off with every step and she wasn't sure how to deal with it anymore. So she did the best she could. She kept quiet and tried not to think too much.
Who would they find in the Chamber of the Fayth? Would the corridor at the end of Lady Yunalesca's room exist? Yuna took a deep breath and started forward.
"We're almost there," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else, but loud enough for her companions to hear quite easily.
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As the light started to grow behind the unsent memory, Yuna pulled out her guns out of reflex, aiming them at Yunalesca as she prepared once again to face the oldest and most revered enemy she had ever faced.
But nothing came. No attacks swooped through the air. Only words, faint and distant, as though they had never actually been spoken. Yuna had to strain to hear them, and even then, she didn't hear them as much as she remembered them. And then the pyreflies were all that was left... pyreflies and a door. Sticking only one of her guns back in its holster at her hip, Yuna strode forward cautiously. She wanted to touch that door, see if it would open... if her companions and adversary would let her.