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Character(s): Jecht, Auron & Yuna.
Content: A conversation with the fayth at the hidden temple.
Setting: Spira; Calm Lands / Hidden Temple
Time: Back dated -- between the events of this and this.
Warnings: Zuh? Jecht bein' Jecht? Auron bein' >\ ? Yuna bein' all cute in between?

"Oof!" He landed the jump gracelessly. The bird was still giving him a little bit of trouble. Even back on Braska's pilgrimage, Jecht had little patience to try and train the things thoroughly. He was clinging to the reigns of his chocobo as he straighted himself back up, looking behind him to make sure that Yuna and Auron had made it over the crevace with few problems.

"Just a little further!" he encouraged, digging his heels back into the sides of the chocobo and darting forward (and, you guessed it, a little off-course to the side as well). One could probably hear the muttering he attempted to keep under his breath.

Finally, he reached, the entranceway, hopping off of his mount, and tying the bird loosely to the architecture. As he stood there, waiting for the others to catch up, he found himself a little lost, looking upwards at the large structure. He pushed a low whistle out from between his lips. "Forgot how big this place was."

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Yuna's bird was somehow a bit better behaved than the one Jecht was riding, but even so, she has a little trouble with it anyway. This wasn't like the chocobos of Mi'ihen or even the ones Clasko was raising for her in the Calm Lands dungeon. These were different and far less tame. Still, she enjoyed riding chocobos and held on as best she could over the flight, just like she had two years ago when she went to pray at Remiem.

At first, Yuna had been reluctant to visit the Temple again, afraid of what she might see. It occurred to her that she might learn new things about this city if she went, and besides that, Remiem hadn't been one of the Temples destroyed by Vegnagun's decent into the Farplane. Or at least, it wasn't one of the ones she'd seen in disrepair. That had to count for something.

Sighing a little to herself, she gathered her courage and tied her chocobo close to Jecht's, patting its neck like Clasko used to do in hopes that it would like the attention. The chocobo merely eyed her, so she stopped and gave it an apologetic look.

"Mhm, it was always very large and grand," Yuna agreed, walking up to stand next to Jecht before her chocobo decided to peck her. "It's one of my favorite temples because of its beauty." Which was also one of the reasons she agreed to go.

Auron's chocobo had been rather difficult... at first. After awhile it seemed the bird had gained a significant amount of discipline. There were times, of course, that it started to go off track, but a quick, hard glare at the bird set it back on course again. Said glares were likely the reason the bird was so well behaved in the first place. The poor bird was probably intimidated out of it's mind.

All in all, Auron didn't mind the trek to Remiem. Few of the temples held good memories for him, but on the whole there were worse places they could have gone. Remiem was one of the few temples little touched by Yevon's hand and that fact alone made it one of the temples he could feel better at ease in.

Some grudges were difficult to shrug off.

Auron was the last to tie up his chocobo and join the others, his mind still on the great temple in front of him. Jecht wanted to speak with the fayth, didn't he? Auron wondered if they would even have any information. This place was made of memories. Of who, none of them had been able to figure out, but memories all the same. And yet a part of Auron hoped some answers might be had. Something to guide them out of the dark.

"It is... quiet," Auron added. It was a good thing. All the temples were quiet, but this was different: a quiet born not of reverence but of peace. Solitude as well (as was unavoidable with a building as hidden away as this), but not the oppressive sort. A strong building standing on its own amidst the many battles between Sin and summoners in this place...

There was something to be said for that.

"Well, no sense standin' out here!" Jecht announced, clapping once and pacing a hand on either door as he stepped forward. He gave it a good push, as the doors rumbled open. He continued inside, dusting his hands off by rubbing them together.

"Hello?" he called, half-expecting to see Lady... Buns-a-mine, or whatever her name was.

Yuna took a deep breath and followed Jecht inside the temple. She still felt her earlier uncertainty, but tried to hold it inside. Her memories of this place were entirely intact and she could recall it in perfect shape. The exact structure of the dome was correct and even now, nothing had changed. She breathed a gentle sigh of relief, even though she knew the real test would be in the chamber of the fayth.

She moved forward, towards the door, also expecting to see Lady Belgemine.

"Maybe... I should go first." Not because she was expecting different treatment. It was more that she figured maybe the Temple would respond better to a summoner, even a former one.

"Lady Belgemine?" she called as she moved towards the door to the Chamber of the Fayth. Maybe the other former summoner would respond to her.

"Right," he nodded, it was true that the fayth would probably react best to someone that had, from Jecht's understanding at least, already won them over once before. He walked a step behind Yuna as she advanced, checking his shoulder once to make sure Auron had their backs covered, should anything decide to spring from the entrance. He couldn't seem to shake that... slightly creepy feeling the temples had always given them.

Apparently, Lady Belgemine wasn't present in this place. It was probably just as well, honestly. Yuna wasn't sure how much more of this fake Spira she could take. She took a deep breath and moved forward to the door, making sure to open it as much as she could. Glancing behind her, she motioned to her guardians to follow. She didn't want to be here alone.

Once the Chamber of the Fayth was open to her, she walked up to the statue. Falling to her knees in front of it, she took another breath and did what she hadn't done in two years: performed the traditional Yevon prayer bow. The motions felt strange to her, foreign in a different way from anything else about this copy of Spira. She didn't like it, letting her arms rest in her lap as quickly as she could.

She also didn't like waiting, but she'd been doing a lot of that lately.

Auron automatically fell into step behind the High Summoner, following her into the fayth's chamber. Entering into such a place was no less uncomfortable than the first time he had done it. Lies and perversions though Yevon's teachings were, the idea of being where only summoners were supposed to go still managed to bring up an instinctive uneasiness within.

He stood just inside the entrance of the chamber, off to the side of the doorway, and watched Yuna perform Yevon's prayer. Auron couldn't help but notice the difference in how she performed it now from how she did before. Their journey had left its mark, it seemed.

With a flash of light the statue sprang to life, a faded image of the insectoid trio appearing for a few moments before disappearing, replaced by the rising images of three women of varying ages. "Have you come to train?" one of them asked.

Then, as if finally noticing the others in the room, she spoke again. "Or is it that you have come for advice?"

The fayths' appearance brought Yuna's attention up to them. Tempted though she was to stand, she refused to give into the urge, choosing to remain where she was. They looked so familiar and yet so foreign. It was like looking at her former life through a looking glass. She could see the folly and pain even clearer now.

"Advice, please," she answered carefully. "We have come to try to understand what has happened here. Why... why is this piece of Spira here and what does it mean?"

There was silence as the fayth took in Yuna's words. They thought them over carefully or, perhaps, simply weren't sure what to say. "A piece..." they repeated, as though the words were completely foreign. "The world is the same as it always was. Spira continues on, ever unchanging, forgetting how to change. But... though it is in pieces, it is itself whole. Unless..." The sister that spoke for the others paused, unsure. "you mean something else?"

"We mean why's it here!" Jecht suddenly burst in. He didn't have the patience to try and interpret what they fayth were trying to convey, he just wanted answers, dammit! He took a half-step forward, his hand balled into a fist. "This ain't Spira, and shouldn't be here! Spira... Spira's moved on! This is just somethin' from our memories... ain't it?!"

Yuna listened silently to what was being said to her, a frown creasing her face. When Jecht cried out and took that step forward, she glanced to him, trying to calm him down with her eyes. Trying to figure out what the fayth was saying, she turned back to the three women.

"In pieces and yet whole," she echoed. "Are we somehow connected? Is this right here connected to the Spira that isn't here?"

Or could they tell? Did they even know what was real and what wasn't? Was any of it real?

Auron's mouth tightened into a thin line behind his cowl as he regarded the fayth before them, his thoughts along similar lines to Jecht and Yuna. He tried to piece together what exactly it was the fayth were saying, but none to pieces fit together. And though it was difficult to tell with the fayth's usual habit of being vague, it seemed almost as though they didn't know what was going on either."

Again the fayth fell silent, looking between one another, their brows creased with confusion. "This... is Spira," one of them said haltingly.

"A world torn apart by dissension and truths revealed. It isn't the Spira you knew, but it is Spira, nonetheless. A Spira moving toward change." The eldest sister looked to Jecht and paused and the other sisters followed suit, finally recognizing him.

"What is the Spira that isn't here?" the youngest asked. Something was wrong, they realized, but they couldn't figure out exactly what.

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YOU GOTTA PROMISE NOT TO STOP WHEN I SAY WHEN. [ active / closed ]

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sorry guys, crummy tag. ugh. DX

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PRETEND THE ICON IS THE MAGUS SISTERS' FAYTH

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