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Alisaie Leveilleur

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Aqua

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Riku Replica (Ira)

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[They're in a generic SOL jamjar. I said so. Dialo is her younger sibling in their assigned family unit.]

Aqua, would you mind helping make the grocery list?

[For a demon, and for someone whose heart is very very dark (again, demon), Dialo settles ridiculously well into domesticity.]

[One would think that after nearly five years of world hopping-slash-too much of that being stuck in a horror tower, Riku would be relieved to return home, to stay there for a month or six and catch a well deserved breath. It's barely been a week since they all returned to Destiny Islands, since they got home and even though Riku is happy to be back, is relishing in just lying back in the sand and not worrying about the Organization (or about games and experiments that have a rather large chance of getting him injured, killed or worse), he's also feeling just a little restless, just a little disconnected from his home and the people around him.

(He hasn't told Sora or Kairi all that much about the tower, about the things that happened there, about the people he's connected to now that are somewhere out in their own world or in the mirror to these ones. He still doesn't know what to tell them or how – he doesn't know how to make them understand something he truly doesn't want them to understand. They are getting more and more curious by the day though and while he's done a superb job at it so far, he knows this is a conversation he can't dodge much longer.)

Tonight, that restlessness has driven him to finally slip out of his own world, into the tower and towards another world from there – he's been busy taking care of things in his own world and hasn't had much time to check in with anyone (and maybe talking with someone who does get it will help him figure out his own troubles now). He is a little surprised when he finds himself in the fairly familiar plaza of Traverse Town's first district, even if something feels just a little different to the last time he's been here, just a little off. He frowns to himself as he follows the backstreets and crosses his arms when he arrives at the Fountain Plaza, an eyebrow rising.]

Well... that's new. Interesting.

[It has him smiling now, the notion to explore those unfamiliar streets and districts is sparking at his curiosity, at the part of him that strives to see new things. He barely blinks when Highwind appears at his shoulder, not after the now years that he's had his Dream Eater partner, though he can't help shaking his head at the bat's excited chirping as it circles the roofs above his head.]

Well, aren't you being chipper today.

[More than usually anyways.]

[The past year (he guesses, as time is fickle here as much as it had been in the worlds' dead state) has been a blur of traversing dream after dream, always finding himself back in the same world that he'd first awakened in after the worlds were restored. A far cry from the stark white halls of Castle Oblivion.

Newcomers came and went, moments continued anew... Yet only he seemed to recall the repetitive nature. Maybe it was just another cruel joke, like his waking within in the dream had been or his continued existence in that dream.

Though for the last few days, it seemed as though finally a chance to escape it could arise (other than that door he peered into once before). He wasn't the only one either observing or interfering with other people's dreams or nightmares. Even that strange guy with wings had latched onto them. Though considering who they were, it wasn't much of a surprise. Sora and Riku always did have that way with strays, especially Sora. Though he was beginning to worry for the guy (not that he would admit it) with what he'd seen.

Though another door opening down below inside the plaza? Now who in the many worlds and possible outcomes would be visiting him-?

... Of course it is.]

More than likely because he's in his own element.

[Ira stifles a bit of a smirk as he steps into plain sight on the balcony to the left, before jumping down to the street below.]

Or did you not notice that?

[It's been a while, Riku.]

Edited 2014-10-12 02:41 (UTC)

[Sometimes there's moments when one simply has to reflect. Planning and time aside, there are moments when one has to reflect on the why, the desire for understanding, the quest for knowledge.

Each time, a new world, an unknown location to explore. A fresh start to refresh, to remember what it feels like to learn something new, to make a mental mark where there was none before. Soon enough, he will finally come into the knowledge he desires. Until then, smaller victories, conquests in understanding, opening new doors and finding new questions to ask...

the road is long and dark, the way he prefers, and he strides along it without fear. His mind and heart wander, though he is cautious to keep from ending up there. Where he goes, he truly has no idea until he arrives. The nature of the world doesn't matter. Light and Darkness are all the same. While he shrouds himself with Darkness, he has little preference overall. Each world holds its own mysteries, to shy away due to the prevalence of Light would be foolish.

The Corridor terminates and he steps through the yawning iris of Darkness. What looks to be the ruins of a forest... the ground has been riven, exposing the roots of colossal trees, creating upper ledges that are far enough raised that one could possibly jump if they so desired to the shaded lower earth. The sounds of creatures can be heard all around... native beasts, adapted well enough to the unusual structures of the world they inhabit, seemingly. The air around him feels charged, as thick as syrup even if there's no hindrance or seeming effect. For all the destruction wrought, life has continued on, whatever peculiar energy this world produced suffusing everything around him.

He walks, not caring if the beasts notice him - they are easily enough dispatched by blade if they get too close, and those that attempt to attack from afar suffer magical malady. There are crude bridges laid out, whoever lived - lives? - here had attempted to make do with the configuration of the land. Wending his way across the fractured sections of ground, something catches his eye.

Impressively huge, it towers over the tatters of earth, obscured faintly by mist. Once a part of something round judging by the shape, an ominously patterned fragment, clearly not natural... perhaps the something that resulted in what had caused the land to heave as it had. While his skin still prickles from the palpable charge in the air, looking at this monolith sends a shiver down his spine. Soft awe washes across his features, his gaze turning appreciative.

He's seen many a ruin, but this is definitely something new.

There appears to be a blemish, in the surface, something glowing blue and hinting at further designs within. A point of entry, or merely damage? Either way, his desire to know has been kindled. Whatever this is, it seems to warp the world around it, as boulders hang in air without any means of suspension. Powerful magic is at play here, and given how the very air itself carries magical residue that's clearly saying something.

Slowly he begins to pick his way closer to the mega-structure and the secrets it would reveal.]

[As he nears the entrance, Xehanort is likely to espy two individuals along the path. One....decidedly shorter in stature than the other, who seems to be lost in contemplation. It is unknown what lies ahead of her and her brother's adventurer friend, yet she cannot shake the desire to dive in and soon. Though of course, logic dictated that she wait for the adventurer to gather their comrades.... even if she knew one person who awaited them in the depths.

Grandfather...

She turns to the taller woman, attempting to contain her excitement and personal feelings on the matter.]

Send word to Urianger and the Sons of Saint Coinach. I would have their input before our adventurer friends and I proceed.

["Right away, m'lady." Anaelle responded in kind before departing for a location where the linkshell would have less interference. Alisaie did not tend to linger long herself, lest she give in to the temptation. However the sensation of being watched by another presence gave her cause to give pause. Who on Hydaelyn's green earth could have made it past the guards stationed on the only path here?

Needless to say, she turns to take a look, one hand subconsciously reaching towards her tome in case whomever it was happened to be hostile.]

[Voices catch his attention, yellow eyes scanning before settling on two figures further up. The voices are high-pitched - women - though one has a definite higher-pitched edge to it. Quite young, in comparison to the other.

The elder breaks away, and with how open things are there are very little places to hide. A careful application of time and movement, and he skips himself from ahead of her to behind her before he can truly register to her sight. Pausing until the footsteps are further past, he continues to make his way.

There's still the younger of the two, whose features become more apparent as he draws closer. Her hair is pure white and rather unkempt, bound into a tight ponytail that slinks its way down to her neckline. Amusingly enough, her ears are an echo of his own, though much more dramatically pointed, and he's more than certain that in her case that it's natural. His eyes flick across her, quickly assessing - the strange object strapped across her front is curious, but he doesn't allow himself to dwell on it. There's a set to her features that he's familiar with...

A girl on a mission. Is it the same mission as the one he's given himself? Perhaps, if she's out here. Given the other's departure, there is some sort of coordination going on.

Movement, her hand reaching down... to whatever manner of object was slung about her waist. A weapon? Perhaps... though given the high saturation of magical energy he would have thought that using spells would be the primary form of offense.

He doesn't halt his own progress though, and would very well continue past her with little thought. Testing her mettle... is she likely to strike out, or will she attempt some manner of parlay? It should be quite the show, either way. A slight smile curves the corners of his lips.]

[For a moment she is caught off guard by the physical similarities between this stranger and a face she has not seen in five years. The yellow eyes, not to mention his rather... outlandish garb put her mind to relative ease, though the fact he had gotten to this point with little to no trouble at all gave rise to new concern. This man had to be of considerable strength to have been able to withstand the amount of corrupted aether that loomed over the area.

Yet he did not seem to make a move against her just yet. Judging by his stance he too was observing the other - herself in this case. Perhaps it was to see if she would attempt to speak her way around any potential act of violence, or if she would be the first to lash out. A typical elder response if she ever did see one. Still, she did not particularly seek conflict with an unknown foe. Striking out in a fight or flight mechanism would be rather foolish at this stage, even as he moved to pass her.

Sigh. Ordinarily she would have her brother seek to parley, though with the situations as they were it was no longer an option for the diplomat to handle this. She would have to do this herself, just as she has for the many moons since their sibling spat in the Quicksand.]

You must be of great magical fortitude to withstand the aetheric pressure of a site akin to this. [She comments somewhat offhanded, as though stating an obvious fact.] However, t'would be ill-advised for any one individual to proceed alone into these depths.

[Was it of concern or indignation that she spoke out? It was anyone's guess, though admittedly she has no indication of where his loyalties lie. What purpose would have driven him to come here of all places? Would he be friend or foe? None of the answers were clear, and she wasn't about to let anyone make a fool's errand of a trip into the Coils.]

Edited 2014-10-13 09:10 (UTC)

[So casual. He's impressed. So the magical pressure he can feel is called 'aether'... and in this place, it is greater than the norm. Whatever this structure is, it clearly has caused a good deal of disruption.

Though it's curious, as the land has settled, and appears to have done so for quite some time. There's no fresh scars here, no chaos, no displaced wildlife panicking at the disruption of its habitat. Perhaps her casual manner comes from time passed, from understanding the situation.

How fortuitous for her. For those who don't have such knowledge, the way is still clear.]

Your concern is noted, young lady. [Even in these situations, it's important to be polite. He is the interloper on this world... while he is not above "meddling" he does prefer to leave a good impression where he can.] However, I am made of sterner stuff than is immediately apparent.

[His pace slows so that he can keep eye contact, but he does not stop.]

[Alphinaud didn't typically make his concerns about his sister's wellbeing known. A simple check-in here or there, indirectly and without Alisaie's knowledge, was enough to satisfy him. He was confident that she could handle herself well enough - she always had been stubborn and argumentative, and he knew that this alone could get her by.

Even so, she was family. They had grown up together, and even their own grandfather had attempted to maintain their unity in the gift of tomes. Surely family could take time to get together on such an occasion as a remembrance of those lives lost in the Calamity, yes?

Alphinaud likely looks out of place among the adventurers adorned in the traditional Moonfire Faire attire, considering he isn't wearing it himself. Still, observing the festivities leaves a somewhat warm feeling in his heart. Their grandfather had loved these people dearly enough to sacrifice himself for them, and he's finally begun to see why. The fireworks bursting up through the sky from out in La Noscea, the people popping corks on bottles of spirits, the laughter and celebration and moments of somber reflection. All are indicative of an undeniable spirit, a flame that refuses to be extinguished.

Those fireworks light up his face as he waits at the Aftcastle, leaning on a railing and watching the brilliant display.]

Be that as it may, I am afraid I must insist.

[Not that she doubts his words. There is an aura of power even the most novice of scholars would be able to detect. He had gotten past Anaelle undetected, after all - something that gave cause for concern.

She takes one step back, as though to attempt to block the path from him.]

This is an excavation site for the Sons of Saint Coinach and we are in preparations for an exploratory mission. One would hope you could understand that we cannot have the site tampered with?

[Alphinaud was not the only one who kept concerns over the other's well being to themselves. She had, after all, watched from afar the events that had transpired. Perhaps even begun to see what he had seen in those adventurers they had continuously run into when they had first arrived in Eorzea. Of course only Urianger was very briefly told a semblance of this, as she did so attempt to keep her inquiries to a minimum.

Though perhaps this evening would be different, as she looked out amongst the crowd of adventurers in the more traditional garb associated with the Moonfire Faire. There was work to be done, however... today was one day she could put that aside. She was not one to let her comrades go without a moment's reprieve, after all. Especially during a true remembrance of those who gave their lives or were lost in the wake of the Calamity some six years prior.

It was also a convenient time to meet with family, as she was indeed looking amongst the crowd of adventurers and Lominsans alike. That those she espied were enjoying themselves left behind a lukewarm feeling, for while she knew moments like these were reasons their grandfather had given his life... she could not help but be selfish and wish she could have shared a moment of watching the fireworks with their grandfather one last time.

Though no sooner had the thought crossed her mind than she had at last found her brother at the railing. Much as her heart would want to linger on such desires (and likely would later), she knew it best to focus on her sibling first.]

...Brother? [She only said in hopes of announcing her presence before falling into place beside him. To an ordinary bystander, it likely seemed as though the two had never been apart.] I do hope I have not kept you waiting long.

[A semi-truth. Honestly she was not quite certain how best to proceed when she received the request from Urianger, but at least for his sake was the notion humoured. He had been putting up with her stubbornness for quite some time, after all.]

[Perhaps a part of inviting Alisaie here had been in an attempt to recompense for the offensive nature of the previous remembrance ceremonies they had attended. A peace offering, if you will. That had been the day that their ideals had parted ways. Mayhap this day, at least for the night, they could put those differences aside.

His sister's voice brings Alphinaud's attention away from the fireworks. He turns, offering Alisaie a small smile, full well knowing that their last meeting face-to-face had been awkward at best.]

Nary a bell, sister. [He shifts his weight, standing more upright with his hands flat on the railing.] It's quite a lively celebration, isn't it?

[Well, dreams do tend to come in all kind of shapes and colors – though Ira probably knows a lot more about that than Riku at this point.

If Riku is surprised by his replica's arrival and greeting he doesn't show as much. His smile widens though – it's been a long while since he has seen the other, and it's some relief to know that he seems to be doing well. (Or well. Well enough for someone who is supposed to have died, probably?)]

I was starting to suspect. So, this is the Realm of Sleep?

[It's not really a question; Riku has seen enough of the Realms of Light and Darkness, and the worlds that lie in between to sense a faint difference – and in at least most of the alternate universes he knows of, Traverse Town should have disappeared again.

This place is still sleeping.]

Yeah, you got it.

[And on the first guess, no less. Consider him vaguely impressed. The fact that Riku doesn't seem too surprised that he was still the same physical age as he was when he faded and was even smiling at least told him enough to narrow down which Riku from the tower that it was. (After all, even that other Riku likely would have his own Highwind in here.)]

Little surprising to see this place still exists in dreams, huh?

[Well, it's not a hard guess to make given the information he got on Dream Eaters from Dax and what Master Yen Sid had been able to elaborate upon later on. And well, given the snark it's really not that hard for him to guess who he's facing here either.]

A bit. Though I guess it makes sense in hindsight.

[Nothing and nobody just disappears after all, even upon death. Ira himself would be the best example of that.]

[Ira shrugs nonchalantly. Of course it does. He wouldn't expect anything less from the person a version of him was based on. Different as they were now, some of those similarities just never go away.]

Maybe to you, but for most inhabitants of this place...

[He shakes his head. Eh, Riku would figure it out eventually. Whether it be in his near future or otherwise.]

So what brings you to my version of our worlds? Get restless again?

[...No he totally wasn't implying he was, either.]

[Whatever the intent of his invitation here may be, there they both were. In the same general vicinity (and likely with servants biting their nails or otherwise bracing themselves as to how this will turn out to be). For now, she could play along with the niceties.

Alisaie opens her mouth ever so slightly, as if she were going to speak before deciding against it and placing a hand on the railing while turning slightly to look out amongst the crowd. Perhaps she could smile in turn were she not looking at him directly, ignore the anger-filled words she'd spoke during their last meeting.]

Quite. It is plain they did not neglect in any minute detail. [Even the fireworks.]

Ahh, you have not yet been inside.

[It's a revelation as much as a statement of fact. Whatever this is and whatever happened, these people are only now mobilizing to explore. Were they simply not aware of such a thing? Perhaps that explains the ramshackle attempts to bridge gaps and make paths. It's all hastily put together.

And then, is this girl at the helm? He is no stranger to the power and potential of youth, a fact that makes his fingers curl slightly at the thought of years long passed by. Some things must be hastened, that much is certain.

Her words won't deter him, though. There are other ways inside that aren't through the front door.

He stops moving, facing her squarely.]

How long have you been planning this mission?

That they did not. [Alphinaud shakes his head, turning to look at a rather rambunctious group of adventurers nearby with an amused smirk touching the corners of his lips.] Have you not seen the automatons created of our fellow Scions? Minfilia's likeness is especially accurate.

[... but, poking fun at his comrades was not his intent of coming to this ceremony. His eyes again go skyward as a particularly colorful display bursts into life, the symbol of Dalamud descending in the center of it all.]

It does my heart well to see a true remembrance.

[That got a bit of a smile out of her. Ah yes, the automatons... even Thancred's rogue flips included. Would it be that he would not disguise that part of himself as much...]

Truth be told, I had nearly mistaken one for the genuine artifact. [A jest, of course... but if this lightened the mood betwen them ever so slightly--

Of course he would poke at the Aurochs in the room.

She turns to face him once more, trying to judge his intents for a moment before retorting.]

As opposed to the mockery of those ceremonies the year prior? ...Of this we can agree.

Edited 2014-10-14 23:51 (UTC)

Mayhap we aught to bring one back as a gift.

[He can only imagine the reactions. Yda would probably have a field day playing with the things.

But ah yes, that particular Aurochs. Here is where he must needs tread lightly, for fear of invoking his sister's wrath once more. This meeting is intended as a truce, not a recount of their last meeting together.]

Despite moving on and trying to rebuild their world, there is still time to reflect. Eorzea is ever changing, ever moving. But even in this, time is set aside from a happy occasion to remember what was lost.

Hm, mayhap.

[She will purchase the Thancred automaton if he will buy the Minfilia one...

Though she will bring that up later, as she can tell he is at least attempting to reach out. The least she could do (mainly for Urianger's sake) is try to respect that.]

They are a resilient people. [She admits with a sigh, looking up to the fireworks. For a moment she could almost imagine seeing them through a telescope. May as well let the diplomat speak before she dare let slip her own feelings on this.]

[He will absolutely purchase the Minfilia automaton. He will even have it neatly wrapped and left on her desk at the Rising Stones, for that matter.

... at least she isn't snapping yet. And she's agreeing, even. Alphinaud is silent for a moment, watching the fireworks in turn, waiting in order to give a bit of time for thoughts to collect before proceeding.]

Terribly so. And stubborn, at that. Though I'm sure you've likely noticed from our adventurer friend. [He pauses, drumming his fingertips against the rail.] I've begun to see why our grandfather loved them so.

[Sounds like a plan. Though hm... perhaps she should wrap the Thancred automaton and ask F'lhaminn give it to Thancred for maximum profit.]

You know of our ventures, then? [It was more a statement than a question, but she would pose it as such all the same.] It is not hard to see why, brother. As you so put it before, t'is all but plain in our mutual adventurer friend.

[This is a plan that even Alphinaud can get behind. Goodness, they're agreeing on a lot today. Is the seventh astral era coming to an end this quickly?]

I do speak with Urianger on a semi-frequent basis. [He coughs lightly - clearing his throat, of course. He certainly isn't keeping track of his sister's ventures, nor is he becoming attached to the adventurers here. Absolutely not.] Our friend is a special case, indeed.

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Open Post ☼ 01 | ❝Hear... Feel... Think...❞

Aqua, why the heck not

( ( Riku + Ira ) * post Animus stuff ) / 3D!Traverse Town = ???

It's forever a mystery...

alisaie

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Dear sister~

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...oh. Hello, brother. :|

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yep, too many variables and unkonws

at least this one is slightly more familiar than half of the crap in the tower

indeed

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