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wrfmlogs2012-07-25 08:16 pm
fallingdream) wrote in wrfmlogs2012-07-25 08:16 pm
the taste of dried up hopes in my mouth
Who: Song, Seph, and Jalen
What: It's time for another little "talk" with Medrau
When: Wednesday night, July 25
Where: Rainbow's End, Song's headspace
Posting Order: Whoever replies first determines the cycle
If there was anything untoward about waiting on her bed for two hale men who were both romantically involved elsewhere, Song didn't care a wit except to find it amusing (and with Josiah gone more often than not, could she really be blamed when her sense of humor listed in that direction?)
Not to mention that, given what she'd been dealing with lately, she'd take any excuse for a laugh.
She'd shooed Amy out, granting her permission to sneak back in and watch if she could get Larkin to sleep in the nursery. That task would surely give her enough time to get the spell cast on Seph and Jalen without the extra distraction of an over-protective wife - no offense to Amy.
To fill the time, she played at meditating. Song had never actually had much success with meditation, but she'd found that if she just listened very hard, locating and identifying the most distant sounds, she would start to lose her sense of gravity and feel as if she were floating or tilting to the side. Whether it counted as actual meditation or not, it felt cool, and also quite relaxing, so that's what she did.
What: It's time for another little "talk" with Medrau
When: Wednesday night, July 25
Where: Rainbow's End, Song's headspace
Posting Order: Whoever replies first determines the cycle
If there was anything untoward about waiting on her bed for two hale men who were both romantically involved elsewhere, Song didn't care a wit except to find it amusing (and with Josiah gone more often than not, could she really be blamed when her sense of humor listed in that direction?)
Not to mention that, given what she'd been dealing with lately, she'd take any excuse for a laugh.
She'd shooed Amy out, granting her permission to sneak back in and watch if she could get Larkin to sleep in the nursery. That task would surely give her enough time to get the spell cast on Seph and Jalen without the extra distraction of an over-protective wife - no offense to Amy.
To fill the time, she played at meditating. Song had never actually had much success with meditation, but she'd found that if she just listened very hard, locating and identifying the most distant sounds, she would start to lose her sense of gravity and feel as if she were floating or tilting to the side. Whether it counted as actual meditation or not, it felt cool, and also quite relaxing, so that's what she did.
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And for all I know-
He shook it off, taking a breath before continuing on to Song. He'd know if Amy were here, and she wasn't. End of story.
Nice try, Medrau.
Still, it was taking a bit to calm his pounding heart.
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Even if he somehow still held a connection to that particular darkness it was unlikely he could end up here accidentally. Sephiroth's connection to Cloud would still be quite a bit stronger and who knows where the spiky haired ball of angst was anyway?
Failed experiment... That depended on what exactly Maleficent had been trying to do... besides make Sephiroth cross with her anyway.
There were doubts there but, he still had far more than a successful experiment would have ended up with.
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Song, meanwhile, was declaring bold challenges at thin air.
"Quit with the games, Medrau, and let's talk face to face."
'Oh yes,' thin air whispered, 'because that worked out so well last time.'
"Why the show, then? Why even go to the trouble? Nightmares are hardly enough to shake us anymore."
'It is exactly that. A show. This is what you expect of me, is it not?' This was said to all of them. 'The Heartless. The Shadow. The grand villain set up to fall, just so you can keep feeling like heroes? If that is how you see me, and I am part of you, than how can I be anything else?'
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"Awiergan's doing quite a job of not being what we expect, doesn't matter how we see her." He muttered to himself.
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"I suppose we'll have to do this the hard way," he said loud enough for the others to hear.
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There was, in the manner of near-meta understanding often granted by a dream, the impression of Medrau snapping her fingers.
The city was gone, or they were moved, and the sudden quiet made the previous ambiance of disaster seem deafening. The four of them were in a black room, or perhaps a simple void, as any walls that might exist here were just beyond the range of detection.
Medrau sat at the same wire-mesh table from Song's previous dream, sipping the same tea, but there was only one chair, and the whole of the set including its crafter appeared to be contained within a thick-walled glass box.
"For my protection," explained the dark-haired copy of Song, waving a hand at the box. "I'm afraid I'm not as generous as my other self with tea. I can make up for it with a peace offering, if you'll kindly listen."
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Now is not the time.
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...She was in a box. It was ridiculous and defied logic. Anywhere but in a dream they likely wouldn't be able to hear a word she said in there.
But it was a dream and physics went out the window.
Aria would certainly be at least giggling by now if she were here. And probably getting mental images that involved adding plants and turning it into a terrarium.
"Why would we want to listen to you?" Seph asked, banishing the silly thoughts from his mind.
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Song, for her part, seemed to be hanging back. Medrau was right to shield herself. Her Other was in no real mood for talking this time.
Setting her teacup down and steepling her fingers, Medrau said, "Let's discuss the First Darkness."
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"What's wrong, tired of being a lackey?"
Great, Amy's tendency to be a smartass was rubbing off on him. He was sure she'd find it hysterically funny when he told her...after she was done hitting him with Igor.
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Did he want to know what she had to say? He wasn't sure.
He glanced at Song and remained silent.
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Song snorted derisively at that, but then bit her lip, feeling a bit hypocritical. Then again, it was difficult to avoid hypocrisy where Medrau was involved, given their relationship.
"I see no great benefit for me in staying on as an enemy to the Refugees," Medrau continued. "Apparently I haven't been spared Song's incessantly rebellious nature." This she said with some wry humor. "I am aware that my change of heart," she smirked slightly, "is due in part to recent reconnections made with the Light I abandoned, but who am I to argue with the gift of a broader perspective?"
She laid her hands down flat on the table now, leaning forward slightly. Change of heart or not, she was still a sucker for the cliche.
"To get to the point, I want to help you eliminate a threat greater than me, and to do that, we'll have to summon him first."
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Seph was trying to look at this objectively. Which was not easy under the circumstances.
"You must realize how insane this sounds."
He turns away, looking at nothing except the darkness surrounding them.
"If you are sincere... Why? And where did you learn of this?" He didn't feel the need to state the obvious. The obvious being that they would likely believe she was trying to fool them despite her claims of a 'change of heart'.
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Song looked as if she was tasting something sour, but held in check the scathing, mocking tones she was tempted to take. More or less.
"Back to the point, why summon the First Darkness? How would that be any better than leaving the whole mess alone?"
Medrau's smile seemed very nearly sad... or perhaps she was trying at pity. She did take the time to catch each of their gazes before replying.
"The First Darkness will come again whether or not we summon him. I am giving you the choice to catch him off guard, instead of sitting on your hands until he deems himself ready. After three embarrassing defeats, I somehow doubt he'll underestimate the lot of you again."
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Though she had a point.
"I don't think a decision like this should be made just among the three of us."
Yes, he was purposely leaving out the Shadow.
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"It is not a decision to make without a great deal of thought and more information either."
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"Of course. By all means, discuss it with the rest of the gang. You know where to find me when you come to a decision. I have only one more warning that might sway you."
She met Jalen's eyes, unblinking, and then flicked her gaze to Song, targeting them specifically with her next words.
"If the First opts for patience and bides his time until your lives are spent, he will target those you've personally trained. Your children, and whatever families they've built for themselves by that point." She sipped her tea. "Something to keep in mind."
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"I'm going back," He said, gesturing off toward the void around them. He was pretty sure he could wake himself up with no trouble. Part of him felt like he was deserting, but Song would be safe enough with Seph if Medrau acted up at the last minute, and Amy could help from the other side.
Without giving the others a chance to reply to his statement, he faded from the dream.
When he opened his eyes back in Song's room, it was to see his wife bent over him, face inches from his, just staring. He blinked, and she yelped, jumping back.
"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG, DAMN IT?"
"...How long were we gone?"
Amy frowned for a second, thinking. "A couple minutes. IT WAS FOREVER, JALE. DON'T DO THAT AGAIN."
Jalen almost laughed, but rubbed his ears instead. "Stop the shouting, they can probably hear you in the dream."
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He didn't really blame Jalen for going.
There wasn't much else he could say so, he waited for Song's response. He didn't feel comfortable leaving her alone or he might have decided to leave too.
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For that reason, she didn't say a word of it to her Shadow. Even if Medrau backed off as part of an act, it would solve the immediate problem she'd come here to deal with.
Win/win... from a very optimistic standpoint.
"We'll talk about it, Shadow. I'll be in touch, seeing as I don't have much choice."
Very much done with this encounter, Song turned on her heel, and the dream shattered as if it were the glass of Medrau's box.
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"So did she try anything?"
"Define 'anything'".
"You know."
Jalen smirked a bit. He thought he knew what she was getting at.
"No, I don't, really. Enlighten me?"
Instead she just punched him in the arm.
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He tilted his head slightly as he cracked open an eye.
"Couldn't even wait a few moments for us to wake up?" he muttered, slightly amused.
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"So..." she said during a suitable silence, "do either of you particularly want to tell the Refs all about what just happened, or does it fall to me?"
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"All right, maybe we should leave it to the strange girl trying to crack my ribs."
"Hey! Wait, what exactly happened? I didn't get much outta him before you woke up."
Amy looked between Song and Seph, scowling a little. Still kinda miffed about being left behind? Yep.
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