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rekindleme2014-05-30 10:30 pm
heretic_hamlet) wrote in rekindleme2014-05-30 10:30 pm
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To look back upon it
Who: Ramza Beoulve, some memories, and you!
Where: Citywide, but particularly Housing Building #1 and the market
When: All day on May 30th
Summary: A catch-all for the memory event! Ramza's been having some pretty unusual dreams lately, drawn from the memories of others. And he's starting to gather that others are likely seeing his own...
Warnings: Memories of familial disdain, death, kidnapping... let's be honest, Ramza's life wasn't sunshine and rainbows.
They weren't the most grisly of dreams he'd had, but the images had burned into his mind with impeccable clarity: Massacre. Betrayal. Confrontation. Elation. Sights and sensations he'd all seen and felt in his fair share yet in worlds unknown... and with names disquietingly familiar.
He knew well enough that the memories weren't his own. The question was whether others would come to recall his.
Ramza had done well in keeping himself out of sight for the first day or two- the last thing he needed were questions about battle or blasphemy when he'd worked for more than a half-year to free himself from the shadows he'd hoped to leave behind in Ivalice!- but he couldn't keep himself out of the eyes of his friends forever any more than he could cloister himself forever.
Besides, he had his guesses for the owners of the lost memories that drifted his way. And if they saw his in kind, they deserved answers. Or perhaps he simply hoped he could exonerate himself from the doubts they no doubt had of him now.
And either way, he was running out of groceries. He'd just... spend a little extra time in the building's lobby and the market square today and see what came of it.
Where: Citywide, but particularly Housing Building #1 and the market
When: All day on May 30th
Summary: A catch-all for the memory event! Ramza's been having some pretty unusual dreams lately, drawn from the memories of others. And he's starting to gather that others are likely seeing his own...
Warnings: Memories of familial disdain, death, kidnapping... let's be honest, Ramza's life wasn't sunshine and rainbows.
They weren't the most grisly of dreams he'd had, but the images had burned into his mind with impeccable clarity: Massacre. Betrayal. Confrontation. Elation. Sights and sensations he'd all seen and felt in his fair share yet in worlds unknown... and with names disquietingly familiar.
He knew well enough that the memories weren't his own. The question was whether others would come to recall his.
Ramza had done well in keeping himself out of sight for the first day or two- the last thing he needed were questions about battle or blasphemy when he'd worked for more than a half-year to free himself from the shadows he'd hoped to leave behind in Ivalice!- but he couldn't keep himself out of the eyes of his friends forever any more than he could cloister himself forever.
Besides, he had his guesses for the owners of the lost memories that drifted his way. And if they saw his in kind, they deserved answers. Or perhaps he simply hoped he could exonerate himself from the doubts they no doubt had of him now.
And either way, he was running out of groceries. He'd just... spend a little extra time in the building's lobby and the market square today and see what came of it.
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Davesprite snorted at that, lips twitching, and looked down for a moment. "Nah. hard lesson to forget once it gets all ballsed up." The knights on Skaia's battlefield probably did whatever it was they were supposed to do, but when the whole thing was rigged, either way… what did that matter, in the end?
He leaped on the change of subject with a glee only equal to the discovery of a fresh chip packet when he'd thought they were all out. "Oh, yeah! Crazy setting, looking kinda like someone zombified a ship or something. Hella weird captain, if that's what she was, had that whole Pirates thing going on except without the moonlight, just because she could. Still freaky as."
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'Final boss' wasn't a bad term for her either, come to think of it... the last of the challenges he had faced in his world, as well as the one who masterminded and commanded the demons he had faced.
"...She was the last, wretched sight I glimpsed in Ivalice before I was sent here. She and my sister..."
A sister who never quite left his mind, for that matter, and whom he hoped against hope he would find well upon his return. Or-- better yet-- that she should come here and find some peace and safety. After all- all politics aside- he wasn't even certain if there was any life left within them to live, back in Ivalice.
"If only she had revealed herself sooner. We'd run afoul far too many of such fiends in human guise."
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"Ain't that always the way, though. They know they're sure as hell not going to get results if they just let people know what's their deal from the get-go. Can't imagine what it'd be like if the place was riddled with things like that." He hesitated for a moment, then nodded and let his lips quirk up. "Pretty impressive you managed to get up to the leader, though."
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"...I do not know. I know not even if I will be alive upon my return."
Davesprite's second statement barely even registered, and it was a long, pensive pause before Ramza finally addressed it. "You may idly speak such words, but I'm not without my doubts... between the stones in the snow fiends and the transformation talismans, I wonder if those same trouble lie waiting to greet me here."
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"Can't be," he said after a few moments, "that'd be the shittiest end to that tale."
He frowned, folding his arms across his chest. "Doesn't seem like such a long shot," he acknowledged, after a few moments. "I doubt we're about to be left to fend for ourselves without any help here, though."