melodiesofeternity | Event || Once Upon A Dream

Who: All characters who signed-up!
When: May 31st - June 04th
Where: The Dream Width (+ Curti Center & Airships)
What: Event log for the Once Upon A Dream Event! Should your character have their own memory, start your own top-level with said memory. If not, then tag around in other characters's memories! Furthermore, feel free to use the Mingle threads at the Curti Center and in the Airships for non-memory related CR. Please refer to the OOC Post for details and plotting. Plot Memories and the second Airship Mingle will be unlocked on May 25th.
Warnings/Notes: Memories with specific warnings will be marked as such by their players.

Please use the following form for your memory's title line:
CHARACTER'S NAME | MEMORY TITLE | WARNINGS (IF ANY)
We will add links to your memories here as the event progresses!

Mingle: Curti Center | Airships #1 | Airships #2
Plot Memories: The Dream | The Nightmare | The Premonition
Holographic Messages

Adrien Agreste | Then and Now
Aqua | Thorny Pathway | cw: spoiler for kh 0.2
Castor | Lord of the Inferno | cw: fire, mind control
Ena | Zera Hamlet, Reprise | cw: mutilated corpses
Futaba Sakura | Early Days | cw: references to verbal abuse/neglect and auditory hallucinations
Ignis Scientia | For The Life of the Chosen | cw: spoilers, violence, death
Irhya Pendhula | The Parting Glass | cw: violence, amputation
Johnny D'Amico | United Earth Prisoner
Kanji Tatsumi | You're a BOY, you know! | cw: bullying, mild homophobia
Lelouch vi Britannia | Julius Kingsley
Monika | Just Monika | cw: spoilers, possible horror, possible deletion
Nanamo Ul Namo | A Good Memory
Noctis Lucis Caelum | Light of the Crystal | cw: chapter 13 spoilers
Okuyasu Nijimura | Lending a Hand | cw: blood/injuries
Prompto Argentum | I'm not one of your experiments! | cw: episode prompto spoilers
Selphie | The Answer | cw: gore/death
Takashi 'Shiro' Shirogane | The end of the beginning | cw: end of season 2 spoilers
Tidus | A Broken Dream | cw: death, bullying

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Irhya does as instructed, not making the connection until she pulls herself up and -- nearly loses her footing all over again.

"Nana... mo?"

Even convinced as she is that this is reality, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that something isn't right here, given that Nanamo is apparently here to join in the brawl -- and even stranger yet, has armor and weapon that have a distinctly Far Eastern feel to them.

Raubahn's back is still turned, for a mercy. She doesn't know if he could handle a godsdamned specter right now, with as tattered as his temper is. Her eyes travel from Nanamo to the dumbstruck Scions to the scene in front of her, generously littered with blood and bodies and a single dismembered arm.

As much as she hated to see Raubahn in such pain, she grasped Irhya's arm and tugged towards the door, pausing to hamstring a perusing guard. "Come, tis not safe here," she urged. "Fly Scions, your time is not upon you!"

Nanamo had heard the tales, of how many of them were swept up into Flow, and others escaped to join the resistance. But her concern right now, as much as she wanted to join Raubahn's side, was Irhya.

She lashed out with the butt of her weapon, grateful for the skills that came with the Job. Nanamo wept on the inside for Raubahn. "Fly, fly!" She commanded of the Scions and Irhya, tugging them along.

"But--!"

She doesn't have much time to protest. Nanamo is unyielding, dragging them into the hallway with her hand around Irhya's wrist. About halfway up the stairs to her chambers, Irhya wrenches her hand free and stops running, digging her heels in hard.

"Forgive me, but-- what the hell is going on? I watched you die just now! Even so, they're not going to stop just because things went a little awry! They'll kill you too!"

Ilberd is surely not daft enough not to notice, but perhaps the fact that the play has already been made means they cannot simply append their plans for an unexpected circumstance like this. But is the sultana still collapsed on the floor of her bedroom, or...?

"Lolorito has no intent on letting that go on far," replied Nanamo with a scowl. "Nor would this charade of Teledji Adaledji go unanswered."

She pulled Irhya down and said, "You must flee this dream of yours, Irhya, tis a memory that we both wish naught to repeat! Remember where you are, and what has become of me. I am healthy, hale, we visited Lord Godbert a moon ago, there is nothing to fear anymore!"

Even with the clamor of bluecoats in the distance, she exclaimed, "This is your dream on the edge of reality, pull free. I lay unmoving in the chambers, and yet that is a shade, a memory of thing that happened moons ago! Come, there is no time to rest and tally. The bluecoats are upon us."

She turned towards the approaching enemies and looked up. "Forgive me my precious Ul'dah."

Sheathing her weapon, power grew and for a moment, it was like wind passed. And then the blue coats collapsed as the entire area exploded into chunks of rubble. "Fly Irhya, do not let the dream overwhelm you!"

Realization is slow to break, but when it does, it hits Irhya like a brick. She inhales sharply, and not as a result of the wave of energy that flows past her.

"...Ah, yes... I suppose I do tire of this charade."

And then, it's just gone, leaving them back floating in space.

...That's right. This is her reality now. Never mind that she'd never willingly suffer the same situation twice if it meant life and death. But that Nanamo herself was the one who had to come to her rescue, to pull her out of a place of guilt for her... it's more than a little embarrassing. It's not that she wouldn't know, surely; it must be the same for Castor, after all, and any others who might have ever shared the same fate, in any given world. The Scions each lost things, individually and as a whole, but Nanamo... Nanamo lost time.

Irhya is staring straight down into the abyss below them until she takes her savior's hand after a long, tense stretch, leading her to the airship waiting to take them away from here.

"I'm sorry. You should not have had to see that."

"In truth it was enlightening, if naught for a memory I would naught wish to repeat." She squeezed Irhya's hand gently as she followed, her Samurai garb dissolving back into her usual clothing.

"Are you all right, Irhya? As much as I worry, that ordeal could have been stressful."

Also dwelling on the moment of the poisoning was bringing back bad memories for Nanamo as well, but she shook it off as best as she could. "But if you wish to talk about it, I am welcome and open."

Irhya only laughs nervously in the back of her throat. What is she supposed to say? Never mind that the very sight of it must make her feel terribly responsible for the whole thing, but that it was the catalyst for a number of stark changes in her life, things that extended far beyond the Scions or Nanamo herself...

"We were all blaming ourselves," she tries, her mouth dry. "Everybody, for every reason we could find. Alphinaud came down on himself hard for being an incompetent leader. Tataru surely must have lamented that she had nothing but words to offer anyone. Raubahn... I can scarcely begin to imagine how he felt, more than anyone else. But that the rest of the Scions dropped everything in order to ensure I escaped, even over themselves... to be honest, I didn't understand it at all."

One of her hands runs over the top of her head, pressing her ears down only for them to spring back as she passes over them. "That thought festered for a while. It went from a faint trace of contempt to an almost palpable temptation to run away and never look back. And then..."

And then all those ugly things manifested in front of her, stared her right in the face, drew their sword, and quite literally tried to cut her down. It's still mildly amazing that the only people still holding onto that secret are those who bore witness to the whole thing at Whitebrim.

"...Mmm. I suppose sometimes it takes just such a strong dose of reality to set one straight after something like that, though." Crossing her arms, she adds shortly after, "Anyway, that you were able to blow a hole in that scenario so quickly without stumbling over any lingering feelings speaks a great deal about you."

"I had not realized your group almost shattered from the situation," said Nanamo. "For that I am sorry. If only I had been more attentive to the situation at hand, perhaps I could have avoided the whole ordeal for everyone. Clearly I was mistaken."

"Mmm. To be honest, I was focused on the job ahead. Once I get home I will most likely ensconce myself in the house with a bucket of that confection they call ice cream. I cannot admit that I would love to scrub this from memory, but I was a victim as much as you were."

Event || Once Upon A Dream

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