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melodiesofeternity2018-11-02 07:22 pm
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[Closed] Serge has a present from the Cloud
Who: Serge, Kid, Corrin
When: November 2nd, Afternoon
Where: Curti Center, the Dream Width
What: Serge and Company go to space.
Warnings/Notes: As they come up!
Serge and Mochi wait patiently in the airship hangar, sitting next to a rusty old Falcon-class. Mochi's friend has graciously allowed the use of his airship, called the Phoenix, for the expedition.
"How come it's called the Phoenix, anyway?"
"I think it's 'cuz it's been totaled three times and it's still flying."
"... Oh."
When: November 2nd, Afternoon
Where: Curti Center, the Dream Width
What: Serge and Company go to space.
Warnings/Notes: As they come up!
Serge and Mochi wait patiently in the airship hangar, sitting next to a rusty old Falcon-class. Mochi's friend has graciously allowed the use of his airship, called the Phoenix, for the expedition.
"How come it's called the Phoenix, anyway?"
"I think it's 'cuz it's been totaled three times and it's still flying."
"... Oh."
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"Hello, Serge! Are we waiting on anybody else?"
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"Well? Whaddya think? Big enough?"
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Mochi sniggers. "Nah, it's fine. I think we've got this one in the bag, kupo~"
Serge groans. "Ugh. Anyway, this is Mochi, I don't think either of you've met him. His friend owns the airship, which is, uh. Right there." He gestures apologetically at the rustbucket. Which looks like half of it is made of spare parts welded into place. The word 'PHOENIX' is spraypainted on the side. "On the plus side, he's doing this for free 'cuz he's a friend! And we'd have had to wait until way late in the evening for one of the Center airships to open up..."
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"No tellin' what we might find up in that place, right?" is her response to Corrin— all smiles, as the thought of goblets, gold and goodies filled her with gleeful purpose. There's a quiet "Heheh..." under her breath.
Turning the attention towards their vessel, she frowns a little. Well Serge, if that was the bright side— "I think we can guess what the downside is, huh?" Namely, going splat.
Well! At least it could be worse. Probably.
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"Thrice," comes Mochi's correction.
"Thrice," Serge agrees. He's still beaming. "Plus we're going to the Cloud, it's not even like there's anything to hit out there. What's the worst that could happen?"
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"Quite a bit, actually." [mumbles Anya tersely.]
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"Yes." [mutters Anya.]
[She pauses as another thought occurs to her.] "Though it could also be a ball that one of my retainers and I would play catch with when I was young. He'd take me up to the battlements or the roof of the fortress and we could spend some time tossing it back and forth to each other." [She smiles to herself.] "That ball has...a lot of sentimental value to me. If it's not one of my weapons, it could be that too."
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"I dunno, a weapon's as good as anythin' if y'ask me!" She had been asking, right? "But what's that about a Dragonstone? Some kinda treasure?" What was with sacred objects and dragons... Oh well, at least she hadn't said 'Dragon Tear.'
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"Yeesh. Sounds rough."
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He is, unfortunately, cut off by a shout from the moogle in the pilot seat. "Y'all better buckle in! We're a ways from th' city so I'm 'bout t' open 'er up! Yer all 'bout to learn why this here airship's the fastest trip to th' Cloud an' back!"
"-Uh..." Optimist and a little bit thick-of-skull Serge may be, but when he sees Mochi hurriedly strapping himself into his chair, even he's not about to sit and wag his tongue.
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Corrin's Regain
So here she is, strapping herself into her harness again, more easily this time, about to take the plunge into the cloud. She's been quiet ever since they came back from Serge's memories. Something has clearly been on her mind. She almost said not to worry about it, to turn the ship around and head back, but no...Serge and Kid are her friends. She's going to trust them.
"Listen." She says, a bit quietly. "I don't know if what happened to Serge is going to happen to me when we find...whatever it is that's here for me. But if it does, you might...you might see things about me that might not...make sense." She looks up. "All I can ask, is if that happens, you help me through it, and I'll explain as best I can once we're safely back here, if that's what you want." She looks out over the deck. "Are you ready to go? I can feel it, we don't have far to go."
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Looking up from her task of tightening the last few straps, she looks up at Corrin with an arched eyebrow. "Whaddya mean like that dragon stuff?" she scrunches up her nose, with no inkling that there was a chance things could be worse than that. Corrin just seemed so... good. "Don't go worryin' about anythin' like that, we're gonna stick with ya til the end! Right, Serge?"
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Shaking her head, she looked forward again, furrowing her brow in concentration.
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Shadow Yato.
"...I see it." She says, pointing towards the sword floating a short distance away from them. She can already feel the sword calling out to her. "Okay. Are you two ready?" She asks, turning back to the other two. Because I'm not sure I am.
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There's a glance at her partner in crime, then back to Corrin, and a nod. "Let's do it, Corrin!"
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Once Serge pulls back a bit, Corrin turns to look to Shadow Yato. She can feel it pulling her...but at the same time she knows she's doing the same to it. So she just stretches her hand out, palm open towards the sword. For a moment, nothing happens...and then Shadow Yato begins to twitch.
Then it suddenly shoots towards Corrin, spinning wildly as it does so. Despite the danger, Corrin's expression is carefully neutral, despite the obvious danger. The sword spins towards her and then...directly into her hand.
And once again they're falling through darkness. Then a cacophony of voices and images. Through the commotion, at least some of the voices are recognizably Corrin speaking.
You are my child now.
My sweet little girl, I’ve missed you so much.
Her name is Kamui.
MOTHER!
Nohrian scum!
Come home, Little Princess.
Nohr is my home. It’s where I belong.
I’ll drag you back to Hoshido by force, Kamui!
It doesn’t matter anymore.
Princess Traitor!
Welcome home, Kamui.
Images of people flash by. A handsome, yet stern-looking man in black armour with a regal bearing, a crown of iron laurels around his head, spars with Corrin on the battlements of a lonely fortress in a mountainous, barren land under dark skies. A stunningly beautiful woman with long violet hair and a warm, almost maternal smile, on the back of an enormous black, red-eyed wyvern, effortlessly strikes down two soldiers with a blood-stained battleaxe. A serious-looking younger man in plate armour and a large collar (that also happens to be inside-out), carrying an open leather-bound tome, its pages emitting a faint glow. A young girl with blonde hair in enormous twintails wearing an elaborate black dress, grinning happily, and excitedly pulling Corrin by the hand. A young knight with messy, gray hair, smiling at Corrin as he slips a ring onto her finger. Corrin kneeling down and opening her arms as a young boy, barely more then ten, his hair the same colour of gray as knight’s and his ears pointed like hers, runs towards her and embraces her. A teenage girl, her bobbed hair the same pale white colour as Corrin’s, on horseback, pausing to wave to her before having to stop and get her slightly unruly horse back under control with a look of alarm.
A young woman with long, light blue hair in an elegant white dress, standing by a lake at sunset, singing a song about waves and seeking a distant shore, the lyrics intermingling with the voices from Corrin’s memory currently assaulting them.
An explosion of light, debris flying towards her, a black-haired woman in white robes throwing herself between Corrin and the blast, sacrificing herself to save her.
The images and voices merge together in a huge cacophony until in a moment they fade, leaving only only darkness. Then they hear a voice speaking; it’s unmistakably Corrin’s but the tone is one unfamiliar to them; hollow, and haunted.
It’s true. I killed her.
I killed Hinoka.
Suddenly, the darkness pulls back, revealing that Serge and Kid are standing in what appears to be the hallway of a large, Eastern-style building, possibly a manor, or castle. The hallway stretches to either side of them, with passages to the north at either end. Directly ahead of them, an entrance is barred by a set of heavy iron gates, blocking their path. The room ahead is still dark. Corrin is nowhere to be seen.
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When things suddenly go quiet, that's the moment those arms finally lower just a little, trying to make sense of what she'd just been blasted through.
She dug her heels in, leaning just slightly in search of the warmth of Serge's back— and looking around at their new surroundings as things slowed down, at last.
"Cripes! That was..." she turned, finding no trace of their friend. "Corrin?"
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In the end, the darkness fades, and he finds himself backing against Kid as well, reassured at least by the fact that she’s there. “Okay! Kiiinda starting to not like the Cloud too much. Just checking, we’ve both got our heads screwed on straight, right?” He grins back a little, getting used to the weight of the spear in his hands, familiar but not.
“Right. So is it Corrin’s turn to get all… like I was, or was that just because that was kind-of-my-memories-but-kinda-not?” Either way, finding her is gonna be important.
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