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With might light in your heart, not even a god can stop us.

early life

Joshua was born as the second son of Archduke Elwin and his wife, Anabella. Whereas his elder brother, Clive, never awakened as the Phoenix, Joshua was chosen as the Dominant of Fire. Because of this, Anabella doted on Joshua and scorned Clive. Although Joshua was a Dominant, he was sickly all his life. Throughout his childhood, he grew up alongside Clive and Elwin's ward, Jill Warrick. When Joshua was nine years old, he met Prince Dion of Sanbreque in a remembrance ceremony where the leaders of Sanbreque, Dhalmekia, and Rosaria were gathering.

Clive was chosen to become Joshua's First Shield, and an elated Joshua granted Clive the Blessing of the Phoenix, which allowed Clive to wield a portion of his magic. One day, Joshua and Jill watched Clive sparring. However, trouble was brewing because of the Blight spreading to Rosaria at long last, and reports were coming in that the Iron Kingdom might be moving against the duchy. Elwin decided to take action, and needed Joshua to come along. Clive, too, was to join them at Phoenix Gate castle, but he took a detour.

At the Phoenix Gate, Elwin, the ten-year-old Joshua, and the fifteen-year-old Clive enjoyed a meal during the night and Joshua talked with Clive, and Clive swore to protect him always.

During the night, Joshua woke up into a commotion within the castle. Assassins from the Holy Empire of Sanbreque had infiltrated the castle and killed everyone they could find. Joshua gathered with some Shields and fought off some of the imperials. Clive joined him, and he intended to remain behind to keep the imperials occupied while Joshua and Elwin escape. As soon as he left, they were ambushed and Elwin was killed. The sorrow of seeing his father dead caused Joshua's Dominant powers to go out of control, and he primed Phoenix and set the castle ablaze. Clive tried to reach him, but something impossible happened: a second Eikon of Fire, Ifrit, emerged and attacked Phoenix. In a titanic clash between the two Eikons, Ifrit seemingly killed Phoenix, and thus, Joshua. Clive swore to find and kill the Ifrit's Dominant, whom he believed killed his brother.

In the morning, Joshua's corpse was not found among the dead within the castle, but he was nevertheless believed dead. Unbeknownst to everyone, Joshua had been rescued by the Undying, a shadow organization which has protected the Rosfield family in secret for generations. The Undying spirited the comatose Joshua away, but he stayed unresponsive for five years until miraculously regaining consciousness in 865 when he was fifteen years old.

At age eighteen, his body finally healed from the tragedy of eight years ago, Joshua began to investigate the Night of Flames and the second Eikon of Fire. He delved into books he and the Undying could get their hands on, and to train with his sword again for self-defense. At age 20, the Undying heard of a Branded soldier in employment of Sanbreque seemingly wielding the Blessing of the Phoenix. The other Undying, especially their leader, Cyril, believed Clive could have been the destructive second Eikon of Fire, and wanted to send assassins after him, but Joshua believed something else was afoot and to find the truth.

At age 22 Joshua learned of Ultima from the journal of Moss the Chronicler that the Undying managed to procure. Joshua, going by a false identity as Margrace, set off alongside his attendant to find answers to the mysterious god unknown in modern day Valisthea. He knew his mother had conspired with the Empire and was now married to Sylvestre Lesage and the empress, and that Clive was still conscripted as a Branded soldier within the Empire, but he knew he could not reveal himself.

Joshua's travels eventually took him to the Empire's lands, where he was captured by Benedikta Harman who believed he was the Dominant who killed Phoenix, unaware she had captured Phoenix himself. At the same time, Clive, who had turned his back on the Empire and deserted, infiltrated the Caer Norvent stronghold Joshua was held at alongside Cidolfus Telamon, the Dominant of Ramuh. The commotion they caused allowed Joshua and his attendant to escape.

At some point Joshua visited the apodytery beneath the ruins of Phoenix Gate and saw an incomplete mural depicting a winged Ultima figure alongside the Eikons.

Clive, Jill, and Cid infiltrated the Sanbreque capital with the intention of destroying its Mothercrystal. After Cid destroyed the crystal's heart and was mortally wounded by the Ultima that emerged from there, Joshua arrived and prevented Ultima from taking Clive. On the edge of consciousness, Clive witnessed Joshua alive. Joshua used his Dominant powers to seal this shard of Ultima within himself. He then aided Clive and Jill to safety, but then departed, only leaving a single Phoenix feather for Clive as proof he was alive.

For the next four years, Joshua continued traveling around Valisthea to find out the motive behind Ultima's actions. Keeping one of the Ultima collective sealed inside him continually drained Joshua's powers and the crystals' curse began to spread through his body. In 878, he learned Ultima was behind the political unrest in Sanbreque, and his focus turned to the Dominant of Bahamut, Dion Lesage, son of Emperor Sylvestre Lesage. Joshua knew that his mother had conceived another child with Sylvestre, Olivier, and that this child was meant to overthrow Dion as the heir apparent. Hoping to gain Dion as an ally against Ultima, Joshua sought to meet with him, no matter what it takes.

Joshua and his attendant made a stopover at Dhalmekia on their way towards Twinside, the Empire's new capital at Crystalline Dominion after Drake's Head's destruction. While resting at the Dalimil Inn, they were forced to leave quickly when Clive and his uncle, Byron, caused a commotion with some Waloed soldiers. The brothers were briefly able to sense one another, but Clive did not manage to see Joshua.

Eventually, Joshua met with Dion personally. Dion recognized him as the Dominant of the Phoenix, and allowed him into his camp. Joshua told him the story of his life: what happened at Phoenix Gate, how his mother betrayed her own family and was now poisoning Dion's own, though perhaps she was unknowingly a puppet for Ultima. Dion did not doubt Joshua's story, as it would explain the strange things going on with his family, and why Sylvestre had all of a sudden named Olivier as Emperor.

After Dion confronted his father about his actions and suggesting he was a puppet of Ultima, Joshua asked Dion to join him in his mission to destroy Ultima and free Valisthea. Dion felt he had a duty to stay and lead a coup against Olivier and free his father and Sanbreque from Ultima's influence first, and join Joshua after.

When Dion set his coup into motion Bahamut emerged and began to lay waste to Twinside. Joshua transformed into Phoenix in an attempt to calm him down and save the city, but it was to no avail. Clive and Jill had also infiltrated Twinside, and when they saw Phoenix, Clive's only goal was to help his brother. As they made their way higher and encountered Anabella sheltering with Olivier, Phoenix fell nearly on top of them. Clive rushed to his brother, who was unconscious but alive. Determined to fulfill his duty as the Joshua's Shield, Clive walked up against Bahamut and transformed into Ifrit. Joshua soon awoke, and taking the form of Phoenix again, joined his brother against Bahamut. The two Eikons of Fire joined their powers, with brotherly love guiding their every move.

Bahamut fueled itself directly with the aether of the Mothercrystal and seemed to grow more powerful. Ifrit and Phoenix joined together as one, becoming Ifrit Risen. Taking the battle into the sky and eventually space, the Brothers of Fire defeated Bahamut with their combined power. Dion reverted to human form and the Phoenix grabbed him and safely brought him down to the ground, with Clive following after he destroyed the Mothercrystal's heart. Reverting to their human forms, the brothers had a tear-filled reunion and embraced for the first time in over eighteen years. When Dion awoke, he threw his spear at Olivier, killing him instantly as he evaporated into aether, showing that he was nothing more than a puppet of Ultima's. This left Anabella maddened with grief, her ambitions and plans having been for nothing. When Joshua tried to coax her to come with them, Anabella in her madness believed that Joshua was not real, but a shadow coming to punish her. Denying reality she grabbed a dagger and slit her own throat. Joshua and Clive only felt pity towards their mother, who had betrayed everything for a lie she had trapped herself in.

Back at Clive's Hideaway, Joshua slept for a long time. When he awoke he discussed with Clive and Jill the events that had transpired since the disaster at Phoenix Gate. The reason Joshua had not been found among the rubble was because he had been spirited away by a third party who were now studying Ultima. Clive told Joshua about his vision of what transpired in Twinside: Dion stormed the throne room, intending to eliminate the demon that had poisoned his family: Olivier. Sylvestre did not believe his claims, and when Dion threw his spear at Olivier, Sylvestre shielded him; thus, Dion unintentionally killed his father. Olivier had smugly revealed he had planned to have Sylvestre killed in such a manner, and he manipulated Dion's grief to have him lose control, and transform into Bahamut, destroying Twinside.

Joshua realized Olivier had only been a vessel for Ultima, all for the purpose of claiming Clive. The reason Ultima wanted Clive was because he was special; whereas Joshua and Jill could only wield the element of their respective Eikon, fire for Joshua and ice for Jill, Clive could wield any element after absorbing the Eikon from its original Dominant. The fact that Ifrit, a second Eikon of Fire, could even exist, further proved this. Joshua speculated the reason Ultima had not claimed Clive yet was because present circumstances made Clive incompatible with Ultima. Since Ultima was a construct of the mind, Joshua believed he would have to erase Clive's mind, allowing Ultima to claim him. He confessed to absorbing a shard of Ultima back at Oriflamme; it was either that or let Ultima claim Clive. With the power of the Phoenix, he kept that shard locked away, but at a cost to his health.

When Clive intended to meet with Midadol and Gav at the Free City of Kanver, Joshua came along to rendezvous with Jote, his attendant, in the village of Tabor. At Tabor, Clive and Jill met with Jote, who knelt before Clive and revealed she was a member of the Undying, a secret order of Rosarians devoted to the service of the Phoenix and the duchy. Only a few people within Rosaria knew of the order's existence, mainly the royal house. Joshua revealed the Undying had rescued him at the Phoenix Gate, and since then they had been his eyes and ears within the realm about Ultima's activities.

They found the Free City of Kanver in chaos and teeming with Akashic of apparent Waloeder origin. Joshua and Jill went together while Clive ventured ahead. After being knocked out by Barnabas Tharmr, the king of Waloed and Dominant of Odin, Clive was rescued by the pair's timely arrival. Joshua escaped with Clive, but Jill was captured. Clive and Joshua met with Cid's daughter Mid with the intent on taking her ship, the Enterprise, on a chase of Barnabas's ship, the Einherjar. Joshua reunited with his uncle Byron. The Ironworks shipyard was attacked by Akashic and Sleipnir Harbard, Odin's Egi, but Clive, Joshua, and their comrades bought Mid enough time to set sail.

Eventually, the Enterprise caught up with the Einherjar. Clive boarded it to rescue Jill, while Joshua was forced to fight Odin in his Phoenix form. Odin defeated him, but Joshua survived. Mid was forced to give up the chase after Odin cut the sea in two, leaving Clive and Jill stranded on the shores of Ash, only to be rescued the next day.

Taking only a small force to avoid attention, Clive traveled to Stonhyrr on Ash to deal with Ultima as well as Barnabas, Ultima's faithful lackey who has been orchestrating his master's plans all across Valisthea. While Gav went on to scout ahead, Joshua confronted Clive about his decision of taking Jill's Eikon. Assuming Clive coaxed her into giving up Shiva rather than her giving up the Eikon willingly, Joshua struck his brother. After lecturing Clive on doing everything on his own, Joshua soon cooled.

Ahead, they found a castle pouring out Akashic. Joshua decided to explore the castle to learn about Ultima's main motive for Clive. He found the structure to be an ancient apodytery for the Circle of Malius faith, just like Phoenix Gate. He found an intact mural, the same Clive had witnessed several times before, first at Phoenix Gate. Joshua was able recognize all the Eikons: Ifrit, Shiva, Garuda, Titan, Bahamut, Odin, even Leviathan the Lost. To his surprise, the mural did not include Phoenix. He theorized that while Ultima desired to use Clive as a vessel, the vessel would not be complete without Phoenix; thus, what Ultima really needed was Ifrit and Phoenix combined, the same way they had done while fighting Bahamut at Twinside.

While Joshua explored the apodytery, Clive and Gav found a village with a lone survivor, and while Gav escorted her back to the Enterprise, Clive climbed Reverie and fought Barnabas at the summit, claiming Odin. Clive now had all Eikons but Phoenix and Leviathan, Barnabas having deemed him ready as "Mythos". Joshua rejoined Clive and they made their way to Stonhyrr amid endless hordes of Akashic, people and beasts taken by primal aggression as a result of Ultima's Primogenesis spell. When fighting a behemoth, Joshua used the Phoenix's magicked barrier to shield them, though doing so consumed a lot of his aether. At the gates of the final Mothercrystal on Valisthea, Drake's Spine, their friends arrived to help them on the Enterprise, now also including Dion and Goetz. As they were about to set foot into the Mothercrystal, Joshua and Clive were spirited away and found themselves inside the Interdimensional Rift, an otherworldly dimension where various structures floated about in space, making footpaths for the pair to advance toward the platform where they met Ultima face to face.

Ultima declared to have "invited" the brothers to his abode, and explained the plan the Ultima collective had for Clive, their "Mythos", and revealed Ultima as mankind's original creator, who thus commanded their subservience. The pair rebelled against the self-appointed god of mankind, who fought them as Ifrit Prime, apparently his former physical body, a dark version of Clive and Joshua's combined Eikon form: Ifrit Risen. Clive and Joshua persevered and Ifrit Prime was defeated, destroying the Mothercrystal. With all Mothercrystals thus destroyed, Ultima raised Origin to the skies of Valisthea where he was to wait for Mythos's arrival.

Everyone returned to the hideaway to plan their next action. Joshua promised to take them as the Phoenix, but Dion volunteered instead, wanting to atone for the damage he had caused Twinside. Before the three would set out, Joshua convinced Clive to go on a date with Jill to somewhere where snow daisies grow. They also visited the Undying's archive in Tabor and learned of the will their father had left for them. They finished the matching bracelets that Elwin had intended for them to wear, and visited Elwin's memorial in Rosaria.

They bid their farewells to everyone at the hideaway and flew to Origin on Bahamut's back. They fought Ultima Risen there in one of his Ifrit-like bodies, each priming their Eikons and unleashing a combined Tri-Disaster attack. Clive was defeated first and Dion sent Joshua after him while he defeated this incarnation of Ultima alone at the cost of spending all his powers, losing his prime, and falling from the sky, yet happy he had atoned for his mistakes.

Joshua found Clive inside Origin, and though Joshua had expended too much of his power in the previous battle, they made their way to the center of the complex where they found a mysterious aetherial contraption and numerous cast-aside bodies that looked like Ifrit Prime: the erstwhile bodies of the Ultima collective, who existed in a hivemind. Ultima welcomed his "brother" home and summoned the imprisoned Ultima from inside Joshua's chest. Joshua realized that Ultima did not need both Ifrit and Phoenix after all, only Clive with Phoenix's power. Putting all his faith that his brother will succeed and save the world, Joshua made a rousing speech on how Clive was the vessel for all of humankind's dreams for the future, something they all believed in. Though Clive protested, Joshua passed the power of the Phoenix onto Clive and passed away.

Clive mourned Joshua before using his powers as "Mythos" to defeat the Ultima collective who combined into Ultimalius, and then absorbed their power in turn. Joshua gave spiritual support for Clive late into the battle against Ultimalius, telling his brother "forevermore..." as the latter overpowered the god's use of Phoenix's abilities. With the power of god in his palm, Clive restored Joshua's bodily injuries, but Joshua did not stir. Clive then used the rest of his power to destroy the nexus in the center of Origin, erasing magic from the world. Origin disintegrated and Ultima's Primogenesis spell broke, clearing the skies of clouds and the land of aetherfloods. Clive washed ashore with a part of his body petrified.

Valisthea entered a new magic-free era, and in the future when Eikons had become but a fable for children's fairy tales, the book Final Fantasy by Joshua Rosfield lived on.
I thought... it was me...
But it wasn't my grasp that grew weaker.

personality

Joshua is kind-hearted, compassionate, and bookish, and despite being frail and sickly, he wants to do his part to help his family and their home. As a child he was especially close to his older brother, Clive, viewed Jill as a sister, and had a close bond with Clive's wolf pup, Torgal. Joshua admires and respects his father Elwin, coming to him for advice regarding his role as the Phoenix's Dominant. His relationship with his mother, Anabella, is uneasy despite being her favorite. Joshua feels constrained and pressured after being chosen by the Phoenix, as Anabella often kept him in the confines of the castle and objected to how he mingled with the people due to her obsession with prestige and lineage. Though he would later on come to be disgusted with his mother's actions, a piece of Joshua nonetheless still loves her and he even tries to save her after all of her plans come crashing down, leaving Anabella to be driven mad. He is left saddened that his mother refused to be saved and denied reality until the end.

Though Joshua was chosen by the Phoenix over Clive, he did not hold anything against his brother and silently objected to their mother's poor treatment of Clive. Even at ten years old Joshua believed Clive would have been the more suitable choice as the Phoenix's Dominant, given how his older brother was more confident, daring, and skilled in combat, but after encouragement from Clive, he accepted his position and vowed to fulfill his duty. Since Joshua was still naïve and inexperienced, he was emotionally unprepared for the struggles of combat, much less the horrors of war, as he quickly lost control over his Dominant abilities after seeing his father die.

Following the Night of Flames and going into hiding, Joshua has become more serious and determined, but his compassion for his people remains, as well as his love for his older brother; he does not blame Clive for what happened with Ifrit. After learning of Ultima's existence and of the deity's plans for Clive, Joshua made it his mission to stop the powerful being from using Clive as his vessel, even willing to use himself to hold one of his extensions prisoner, despite the risks to his health. Joshua is a capable leader like his brother, having contributed to the leadership of the secretive order, the Undying, taking measures to preserve Rosaria's culture and find any valuable information regarding Ultima. Joshua can hold his own in battle since mastering his Dominant abilities and practicing swordsmanship, such as holding off a rampaging Bahamut, but welcomes aid from Clive in subduing him. Joshua carries his own weight on missions despite the toll trapping Ultima within himself is costing him, refusing to be seen as a burden that needs constant protection, which Clive takes pride in. At the same time, Joshua objects to those who carry all the burden, admonishing and punching Clive after learning he accepted Shiva's power from Jill.

Joshua displays unwavering resolve in defeating Ultima, not just to protect his beloved brother, but also to save the world. His willingness to use his own body as a prison to hold Ultima and delay his plans only shows Joshua's strength of will and the lengths he is willing to go to.

Much as Joshua has matured over the years, a part of him is still naïve in certain social situations. He still cannot stand eating carrots, and when meeting Midadol Telamon for the first time, he greets her in a formal manner that leaves the young engineer confused and uncomfortable. Joshua wants to protect his loyal attendant, Jote, and asks her to stay at the hideaway while he travels with Clive for her protection; Jote theorizes that being burdened by duty all his life, Joshua wanted to free her from duty, and give her freedom.

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𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍.

May 17th 2024 - 1:02 AM


total eclipse of the heart. aqua.www.roleplayer.me/aqua
More or less; although they were still distinct beings rather than the same person. After all, the Phantom had in point of fact been with Aqua since infancy. There may come a day where they may exist sepparately, but they would never again together form a single cohesive mind. Because they had learned over so long a period of time how to distinguish each other as well as themselves as individuals.

That was the mistake that anyone attempting to help them had made: treating them as though they were the same. Because to each of the women, they were more a reluctant team who lately had had a massive falling out after a disastrous loss and been unable to bond properly together to turn their luck around.

They were both silent while it seemed as though this was where this current conversation was going to go, too. They supposed it was an easy enough error to make, but it was a critical one. Aqua shifted where she sat, fidgeting; and meanwhile the Phantom watched, expression unreadable. In due course, they were taken on a tour of Joshua's lifetime, all the way back to his childhood.

Neither of them would have wished any of what had happened upon him, of course. But he still proved that he understood them only at the surface-level. How could he do otherwise, when after seeing everything, it was readily apparent that the concept of multiple individuals existing within the same body was foreign to the denizens of other worlds?

They sat in silence, with Aqua's head bowed; she had begun to cry, and the Phantom spared her a glance that bore no judgment for a change. What she'd seen had affected her far more deeply than her outer stoicism might let on. And she was the one who stepped forward, almost between the image of the boy, then man and Aqua herself. Reaching out, she touched his shoulder and said: "What I'm wondering is how your mind isn't split into pieces after all that." And that was true; without any filter, she wondered if his strength was actual fact or mere repression.

How could anyone endure all that and be fucntional without the need for something like he'd staged here for her? The Phantom huffed a soft breath, and didn't need to glance back at her 'sister' of heart to know that she was still beyond overcome with emotion. She had always been so sensitive, so pure. Which was why she had stepped up to protect them both from pain.

If this entity attached to his spirit had a consciousness of its own and had sheltered him much as she'd functioned, she might comprehend this better. She, herself was caught between the residal bleeding effect of Aqua's feelings for this boy as well as the tenderness she'd developed herself by the grace of his consideration of her. He might not understand, but he was trying to. Therein: she couldn't and wouldn't fault him.

"It seems as though your mother was her own worst enemy."

The remark was made coolly, as she leaned down and met his gaze with her golden eyes. Did she understand forgiveness? To a limited degree. Being the more unforgiving and unrelenting of the two women, she looked at him for a long time and wondered. Was it that he hadn't seen and interacted with his mother in over twenty years that had made the process easier, or stength of heart--or both? This interested her.

To her, while his end was sad, she wouldn't weep for it; because he had chosen it, knowing full well that he was walking toward his own doom. Aqua was the more soft-hearted, and here... for once, she didn't fault her for it, either. This moment, she was acting as a protector for her when she was overcome and hadn't even realized it.

Now that she had, there was no going back, only forward--which gave her an idea. Aqua had looked up, face tear-streaked and eyes red-rimmed, in time to notice all the detail of the stained glass panel under them before reality seemed to bend in on itself. Darkness swirled around the edged, and a yawning abyss of black, cobalt and violet enveloped all three of them. The moment Aqua could sense the darkness, panic rose up so violently in her that she summoned her armour to protect herself, which made the Phantom huff quietly.

For the time being, she turned away from Joshua and wrenched the other woman up lightly by a firm grasp of her left arm. "Get up. This is going to be a mutual exchange. You deserve no less--" Than somebody who understands the full extent of the place you were imprisoned in and accepts you anyway. The words were left unsaid, but Aqua could hear them echo in the depths of her mind.

The scenery had changed around them, and they were back at the beginning. There was no light around them, only thousands of glowing yellow eyes peering from the nooks and crannies and hidey-holes around them. In the distance, Cinderella's castle loomed, ashen gray and foreboding. There was not a soul within the perfectly preserved town that stretched before it, complete with empty flower pots; it was as though some natural disaster had occurred and all life had had to evacuate at once. It... had.

"I hoped never to see this place again." While her voice broke, Aqua's tone was grim.

The Phantom moved to stand beside her. "Get used to it. This is going to take a minute. By the end of this, you'll thank me."

The scene shifted again, further back in time; the square of Radiant Garden came into view, and the sound of steel clashing on steel rang sharply off the stone. The image of two warriors battling fiercely was blurred at first, then drew itself into sharper relief: Aqua, and what had clearly once been Terra, the colouring of his features now those of another individual entirely. At first, he took the past image of Aqua up by the neck and squeezed, so that the woman gasped and one might easily imagine her seeing stars.

"Terra's heart has been extinguished."

The battle raged, Aqua using acrobatics and magic to lay low her best friend, the brother she'd looked up to, idolized and loved. Then a pool of darkness appeared beneath swim, and he sunk within like one mired in quicksand. The scene played out how Aqua had dove in headfirst without a single thought for her own safety, then how she had used her armour and keyblade to see the body of her brother back to the Realm of Light.

The Phantom did not scrimp on detail as she pursued the image of the past, Aqua sinking into the dark. All through her struggles in the Castle of Dreams. How the images of Terra and Ven had come and gone to torment her. The canyon filled with hulking darksides, the sky a violent red around them as lightning struck across it vividly. Then, back to a forest, where Ven appeared within a glass coffin; then emerged as a shambling corpse to torment her, maggots crawling out of his eyesockets, the eyes themselves dangling out by a thread.

Until finally, she stopped for a moment to show how Xehanort had preyed upon Aqua's longing for her family to nearly succeed in tricking her into letting slip where she had hidden the body of Ventus. And then speeding forward, to the abandonment by Mickey, and the clear priority the mouse had for the child running out the massive double doors meant to seal shut Kingdom Hearts rather than Aqua herself.

Finally, the scene shifted to the beach of the Dark Margin, where unarmed, Aqua had had to fight the thrall that had been made of her brother's heart and been submrerged in the waters of the Abyss. This was not the same as losing everyone you'd ever loved, nor sealing an evil entity within yourself. But this wasn't a competition. The Phantom had the means to show him, as she knew that Aqua would never willingly venture here herself. 

Though at some point over the course of the sad tableau, she'd gained her feet and moved to stand beside her, so that the women stood side by side. After a moment's hesitation, Aqua reached for her hand, which caused her golden eyes to open wide with shock. And for her part, Aqua turned to her and smiled faintly.


"Thank you."

The words were directed at them both, rather than solely one or the other. Looking out over this horrible place, her eyes found the moon which never set, and it reflected dimly in her eyes as she turned to look at Joshua intently. Her free hand reached for one of his.

"Sora has it wrong, you know. He's like me and carries everybody's hurt so they don't have to. To his own detriment. That's not the way to live. I have a responsibility to carry mine myself, and deal with it rather than burden others. And," she acknowledged, turning to look at the Phantom, who'd just opened her mouth to form a retort. "To not take on others' hurt entirely myself. I should lean on others and let them lean on me, but... any more than that isn't healthy for anyone."

The Phantom was silent, but she felt a tight, painful squeeze to her hand and could feel the shock coming from the other woman. They'd hurt each other, but it went beyond that; because in doing so, they'd only served to hurt themselves. There were no further words of love from either of them right now, because this was, like or no, more about them bonding and coming to terms with each other for the first time. Because the mirror realm had been far too unstable for them to communicate and sort out their differences.

This would be a new beginning, then." i can't keep on wishing for the past. "


𝚇𝙸𝙸𝙸.

May 11th 2024 - 6:03 AM


Ever since he'd first been brought here, he had noticed things happening on the lakeshore. First, there'd been piles of wood and other building materials. Then, slowly, the foundation of an edifice had appeared. The skeletal frame had started next, though he had noticed that since his past two visits, no progress had been made.

Whoever was working so diligently on this had hit a snag. And it seemed as though between the issues he knew his brother was dealing with (understandably), and the general disinterest of Ventus, progress had stalled. One person could only do so much. It was a shame that Pence and Hayner and Olette couldn't visit; especially Olette. She was a whiz with carpentry. 

Thanks to her skill in shop class, though, he'd learned a thing or two. If she couldn't be here, he wanted to help. From what he'd heard around here, this was meant to be somewhere Aqua's new boyfriend could stay. He was being respectful of her space, and that hit a chord with Roxas. Who while not knowing her well at all, knew that space was often something girls needed when they were dealing with hard things. And... being stuck in that miserable place for so long as he'd heard about from Sen Yid would do that.

So, after he grabbed some fruit and a glass of milk from the kitchen, he meandered outside and down the path to the shore of the lake. He tilted his head, getting an idea of where the snag had been hit: of course, the beam. The spine of a home, as Olette so succinctly put it. Those were heavy. Without help, it made perfect sense why this construction had become so delayed.

Roxas moved around the building's foundation, checking out what had been done, and again thought how perfect it would be if his friends from Twilight Town could visit for the summer vacation here for a change. A month was plenty of time with the four of them here to help this poor guy out. But he understood why that wasn't possible. This wasn't the Destiny Islands.

Around the bend, he caught sight of the red-haired boy, who seemed to be staring at a stack of papers as though they'd get up and start building the place themselves. He paused, and then moved to be seated beside him.

"Looks like you need a hand," he noted, nodding his head. "I can help. One of my friends is pretty talented with carpentry and I've learned a thing or two from her. And if we can get my father out here, the three of us can set that beam in place." Terra might not be good at building things by his own admission. But he was just about the strongest individual Roxas had ever known. That was something. Especially when it came to literal heavy lifting.

Seeming to have forgotten, he looked flustered and held out a hand. "I'm Roxas." He'd need to eat his fruit before starting to work, but he would be good after that until lunchtime. Plenty of time to get started on making some actual progress out here. And for Roxas himself to actually feel like he could start contributing around here beyond making sure that the kitchen was clean for Aqua's sake.
𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓

May 5th 2024 - 2:04 AM


In essence: absolutely, she had witnessed his opening salvo and decided to take a more evasive tack with him. Ardor and flare were stronger fire-element spells, but only they were stronger than firaga. The fact that he had held no qualms at all in sending a blast of that magnitude her way showed that he had taken her challenge to heart and run with it. For that, she was glad because she had held no wish for him to believe that he had to hold himself back and thus enjoy himself less in her company for fear of harming her. She was proving, she hoped, that she was more than capable of looking after herself when it came to battling a mage of great strength than herself.

From where she stood, she was smiling even while she watched what he did next. It did not frighten her that he had used Basch as a human shield; for she, too, had reflect status cast upon her just in case Joshua had managed to pinpoint her location and attempted to cast another bout of firaga in her direction. The blizzara failed to connect, and bounced back in his direction. Whether it actually hit him or not was another matter entirely. What she found the most enjoyable here was the fact that it was her mind in more a battle of wits with his rather than an all-out battle between two people.

Casting that spell had been a risk she had previously been aware of; and if she was surprised that her position had been given away, it was but for the swiftness by which he closed that distance and caught her. Her vanish spell dissipated for the time being, and she was left looking up into his eyes with something akin to pride; and a wild sense of joy, besides. Basch seemed to hold his breath behind them, but she did not feel threatened yet, strangely enough. Her weapon dissipated from her hand, and she raised an eyebrow.

"And I of you," she replied blithely, though with some curiosity. "No?"

What proceeded to unfold was nothing she ever might have expected to occur, at all. There was no opportunity to register the fact that she had been tossed in the air ere she landed upon the back of the extremely large bird her descendant had just transformed himself into. There was awe in her, and she adjusted herself quickly, hanging on by instinct rather than the virtue of his word. "This is magnificent," she whispered, knowing he could hear her. And nothing like anything she had ever so much as dreamed of as a child. perhaps he would feel it, the wonderment in her reminiscent of that of a child's, mixed with a distinct absence of fear. Beneath it all: excitement.

"You will hear no complaint from my quarter, dear one." It was the truth; knowing who this was, she held no genuine fear for her life, and so she had relaxed and by the time he'd shot up into the air, she was wide-eyed and shouting at the clouds out of sheer joy and exhilaration. The espers were distinct, separate from him. They were evil scions of darkness who sought to overthrow the gods and create a hellscape on earth of their own making. This spirit, this was purely her descendant; and it was beautiful.

So was the view; in the far horizon, she could recognize Ivalice from all the rest by the very manner in which her chest felt warmed by the sight of it. Her heart clenched, and she looked downward toward him with her eyes glittering with emotion. The urge to weep was there, but she did not feel sorrowful; but grateful. Her hand reached forward to pat his head with a gentle sort of care, and she managed a small smile. The sense of gratitude would be tangible in her. 

"I watched my family die around me," she noted, thoughtfully rather than out of grief. "I am getting the gist of the fact that you endured much the same. It is a gift beyond reckoning to have found you here, of all places. To see and hear and know that part of not simply myself but my father, mother and brothers lives on still. My uncle yet lives, I believe; though he has gone into hiding. To remember that one has family to love and stand by them is a powerful thing. I pray you do the same. I am here; and my uncle is out there, too. And of course, those we have chosen.

"I admit, 'tis rather easy to fall into the trap of what if. I was long dead and could not possibly be of aid to yet. Were I able, though, know that my spirit would have been with you and your brother through everything until whatever end met both of you." No; perhaps it was because she had freed the espers that had finally allowed there to be an opportunity at all for man to finally break free of the yoke of gods in earnest. A thing not even Vayne would consider later, though she still had no idea as of yet that this was his true goal.

There was enough time for her to offer a genuine, bright smile; which markedly did not fade as he rushed them back down toward land. In fact, she laughed and shouted the entire way down, feeling like a child with a rush of excitement. As though she were taken up on the back of one of her older brothers as a child and they had run about the gardens together until dizziness had nearly claimed her. This was incomparable in terms of the sheer magnitude of things, but it was still much akin to it. From the first moment he had transformed, she had felt comfortable, and held no fright toward him. None.

Comparably, Basch would never be able to say the same. Ashe barely noticed the stain upon his clothing ere he was running back toward the castle. briefly, she held a hand over her mouth to stifle an undignified giggle and shook her head. "I--" She was interrupted by a voice from the mountaintop--definitely not belonging to Terra, though she could recognise this form as one of those she had seen during the battle to win the right to wield the weapon she could now call forth at will. 

Casting her grey gaze up, she listened; and promptly buried her head in her hands, groaning to herself. "You enjoy the sound of your own voice, I see," she replied archly, though she peeked through her fingers with an amused expression. "Quite similar to Vayne. Consider this, however: I am the youngest of nine. There is no mischief you might conceive of that I have not perfected and gotten away with. I would not attempt it if you would like enjoy your new lease on life here."

Turning her gaze back to her descendant, still in his bird-like form, she sighed and took a step closer to him so she could say dryly: "If he has any such thoughts, 'twould be noteworthy to me. You are suggesting I entice him." Which was on its own an interesting and tempting notion unto itself. To have a member of her family suggest it, however... made her mouth twitch at the corners, and then she smiled up at him. 

"That would be easier achieved if he were able to see me. Very well, we will do this in a more direct fashion, then. The things I was doing before are child's play for you, I would imagine; and I can show you them at a later date." What she was going to do now, then was cast faith, bravery, protect and shell upon herself; and then employ the use of libra, to get a good look at just how much MP he had. It dwarfed hers by a laughable degree, and she sighed, smiling to herself.

This would take a while. Or at least until upper was ready, and Aqua called them all indoors. One or the other.

"Very well, then: let us begin.
𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍.

May 5th 2024 - 12:28 AM


Most girls her age would have had their first experiences with boys between fourteen and sixteen. Then again, most girls did happen to live in worlds populated by more than four people in total. To call Aqua sheltered would thus be understating things by a colossal margin. There was no more or custom here that had told her that having boys in her room was wrong. Obviously not; because the only boys here had been her father and the young men raised up as her brothers. Something that if asked, she would explain later. For now, though: she found herself receiving her first kiss in a 'blink and you'll miss it' fashion. She could barely register the way his mouth felt on hers, before he was drawing back; and while her cheeks were hot, she followed him and mimicked his action and lingered there for a moment. 

Long enough to feel like an active participant, which was what she had wanted. Her eyes were wide when she leaned back, but there was no hiding how she felt. Part of her had wanted to do that ever since she had first come down for breakfast this morning. And certainly had imagined it last night before they'd said goodnight. It was chaste, and she'd not made any attempt to grasp or cling onto him. But something had shifted here, and she smiled a little to realize it. Was it a bad thing? No, hardly so. The Unknown wasn't always frightening; especially when she wasn't alone.

However: the moment he began to draw forth the Phantom from her, her eyes flew open wide with panic. To have her out in the open was frightening unto itself. But what the act was doing to him, too... frantically, she reached out a hand to steady him. Whether he needed it or not, she cast cure upon him and moved to sit closer to him, to ensure that he was all right. Once it seemed as though he was, she frowned but moved a respectful distance back, seated on her bed with her skirt draped modestly around herself. And away from the Phantom, whose gaze she was too scared to even try to meet.

The other stood, arms crossed and aloof in a far corner, fingers twitching as though itching to reach for a weapon. Or rather any nearby object which she might employ as a weapon. Her hair was noticeably lighter than her counterpart, and her eyes when she opened them to regard the room with a sense of boredom were a bright shade of gold. Her clothing was much the same as Aqua's, but darker; including a reddish hue to her sleeves, which appeared tattered and worn. A reflection of just how much their time in the Realm of Darkness had broken the spirit. She huffed in response to the brief exchange between Joshua and the Chirithy.

"The strong survive and the weak go extinct. Not exactly a difficult concept, kitten." The little construct's similarity to one drew the obvious comparison. One might think it odd that she were the one to be vocal while the woman on the bed was silent; but considering the others was still grappling with fear (not exactly what she thought she'd be doing when she woke up this morning), it made much more sense. Given that she apparently had the floor, Anti rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and decided to indulge this boy who made even her feel things she'd never thought she ever would. 

"Ask her; I don't remember anything other than the sound of a woman's voice saying something about someone having to take me. Whether it was my--our--mother or not, I don't know and don't care. She gave up any right to have me care about her when she gave me away. Master Eraqus is the only parent I've ever known. And he's gone."

From the other end of the room, Aqua turned her head slowly and gave the other woman a good look for the first time that she could remember. And they'd done battle after battle within a realm comprised entirely of mirrors and reflections. "That's a detail I don't remember." The fact that Anti remembered it and she didn't fell into place, though: she'd repressed it. Which meant that her mother had potentially not wanted her; and perhaps might explain why she had doubted herself through most of her life. 

The Phantom gave a short, bitter laugh. "You prefer to bury your problems rather than face them. Cowards spend so much time running away that they fail to note important details that might actually help them in the future." Golden eyes narrowed upon the Chirithy as a ball of darkness appeared in her right hand. "Keep talking like that, and they'll be fishing you out of the Final World again." The threat was empty, but she was and always had been defensive. She was the personification of the wall Aqua had erected between herself and the rest of the world, including her family. All her doubts which she'd thought kept her heart safe from hurt but which had really been the very thing doing the worst damage of all.

Aqua sat a little straighter at that, and looked directly at her, and said quietly: "You were the one telling me that nobody would look for me. That no one would ever find me, and that no one cared. None of that was true, or ever was. But I see it now. That memory made you believe it. I can guess that you thought Master Eraqus, Terra and Ven would one day just decide to abandon me, too. I don't blame you for that. I blame you for trying to make me believe it and keep me from finding a way out of what was literally hell." This might not have been what either she nor Joshua had intended, but having this out there might give him a better view into some of what she'd endured for over ten years.

Shaking her head, Aqua looked over at him with a wistful expression on her face. With him here to intervene if the Phantom tried pulling one of her tricks, it was easier to relax. So, she did, and shifted to let her legs dangle off the edge of the bed; her arms wrapped around herself. "You haven't asked me to go steady," she said, using Master Eraqus' old world way of referring to dating. "So, no. I'm not taken by anyone at the moment. In terms of childhood, I liked making things. Crafts and food, didn't matter. My adoptive father would read stories to me all the time, and even do all the different voices; so because of him, I learned to love reading, too."

The Phantom did not dispute this, and merely shrugged. She was far less wiling to think back on happier days, because she was Aqua's defense mechanism to shield herself from pain, grief and disappointment. As much a coping mechanism was a defensive one, in fact. Golden eyes watched the exchange with a wry sense of boredom that was a façade of her very own. In fact: she was far from bored. No one had ever been this interested in her before, and she was intrigued by this new development. What she felt was not entirely a bleeding effect from Aqua herself because he was making it clear that he was considering how she felt, too.

After a time, she sat herself down on the floor, cross-legged and added deadpan: "You forgot to mention stargazing."

From the bed, Aqua glanced to the telescope sitting by the window and relaxed further. Yes, she had forgotten that, hadn't she? But that had been a mutual interest for the entire family, and so she hadn't considered it to be one uniquely her own. When Joshua spoke again, she was the one to answer quietly: "My master's memorial. It was his keyblade, tied to his soul like an extension of it. Those charms that decorated were ones I made for myself, Ven and Terra to form an unbreakable connection. In the end... they worked."

"It just took its sweet time," Anti muttered from where she sat; and Aqua's expression turned rueful.

"Terra and Ven are alive, and they're here. It worked. None of us were ever possibly going to be okay after everything we dealt with. That was over ten years. And... my master was also my adoptive father. He raised Terra and I from when we were small. Read us stories, cooked for us, bandaged us up when we were hurt. Taught us how to fight. Talked with us when we were sad or angry. He was struck down by a man called Xehanort some thirteen years ago. Terra thinks it's his fault, but really..." Her voice wavered, and interestingly, a single tear slipped down the Phantom's face in response. 

Aqua gazed down at the floor. To think of everything she had seen and done in the Realm of Darkness was nearly enough to break her all over again. The bond between herself and her father had defined her. To lose him not once, but three times over had been nearly too much to bear. How could she even talk about it now? Because he would want me to. Unwittingly, the connection to Joshua would share a vivid memory as the bond between their hearts sang, and she felt the warmth suffuse her chest again. The Phantom sat up, feeling the residual effect enough to appear startled by the depth of it:

Aqua, looking haggard, eyes red-rimmed and bruised form lack of sleep in a world that was quite reminiscent of the in-between realm to which Ultima had taken Clive and Joshua before the end. Tears streaked her face in salty tracks, and it was apparent why when one noted that an older man, looking just as haggard, battle scars stark on his wizened face and dark eyes bright with tears of his own sat opposite her. He is dangerous, the man's gruff voice broke, admitting that of the person he'd known and loved had broken him in that moment. She'd known it then, and knew it now, too. Then again I was, too. I tried to kill my own son. I have failed all of you and none of what's transpired is your fault. You, Ven, Terra--even Xehanort. 

The image of Aqua looked up, too tired from weeping previously to sob the way she otherwise would. Her voice wavered and broke, however from the weight of emotion: But if you've failed, it means you're human. I've said none of us blame you. We all blame ourselves. The memory was a mere snippet of a fuller scene, but the images faded, and she couldn't say anything for a long time. Neither could the Phantom, who was so deeply affected that she had drawn herself up into a ball and clapped her hands over her ears. Aqua glanced over at her, and sighed, tears once again in her eyes. Nothing could draw her out of herself for a while; not until she heard and processed what Joshua had just said to her.

While the Phantom was still trying to avoid and seemed to be cloaked in darkness at the moment; Aqua was the first to look at him. "An unbreakable connection," she whispered back, awed. Her eyes were wide, but clear; and she shifted from where she sat to be closer to him, in stark contrast to her counterpart who seemed determined to want as great a distance between everyone else and herself as possible. Aqua had heard him nearly slip and called her 'beloved' this morning; now she knew it wasn't for nothing. Her heart reached for his, as her hand reached for his.

"The moment I felt your heart touch mine last night, I felt it, too. I love you," she said quietly. The how of it wasn't lost on her, who had a deeper understanding of these sorts of bonds. Though this one went far more so than any other she had ever experienced. Her fingers laced with his, and she managed a small, but warm smile. The Phantom seemed to have just parsed the meaning herself, and glanced up, determined to be contrary.

"You just met me yesterday. How can you say things like that?"

Aqua turned her head and met those golden eyes that still could strike such fear into her. "Because he made himself part of me, of you last night. But even then, sometimes these things happen." And unlike her Other, she wasn't one to gainsay that. She had witnessed it several times through Snow White, Cinderella, and Aurora. All of them had interacted very little with the men who they'd choose to ultimately share their lives with; and yet they'd done so confidently, without regret. And from what Sora had told her, were still happy. That said more than enough.

Was she going to throw this away the way she had the merest possibility of a relationship with Terra back in her youth? No. No, she would not. Because she had blinked, and that possibility had blown away on the wind, never to return. There was a tremendous gratitude in her that Terra could look at her at all now, and still considered her his sister; but whatever might have been was long since gone, and she'd not looked back and wondered. Not once. Little reason why, when both of them were now so happy. 

But she had been the type of person who might have forgone this happiness for duty, once. Had she not been isolated form everything and everyone she'd ever loved, she might still be that type of person. But now, she'd learned that hard lesson to take good things as they came to her and not to question or rebuff them. The admission hadn't made her feel exposed or vulnerable; and the Phantom noted this with a sense of fascination. Since when had the roles reversed, and her mealy-mouthed, meek, self-loathing other self become the stronger one?
𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓

May 4th 2024 - 5:46 AM


The princess watched on while Joshua was immersed with water, and found herself smiling at his interaction with the little frog that seemed to wish to befriend him afterward. There was a bit of herself reflected back at her there, and her heart had softened, as he endeared himself to her. It had been quite a long time since she had had the pleasure of building any sort of memories with family other than her father. And while she tried to think several steps ahead, allowing for not merely one but several contingencies; her smile never wavered. This was wonderful. Exactly what they had all needed, perhaps. Part of her hoped that Terra would cease to be a spectator and come down to join them. 

But one thing gave her pause over the next moment, and that was the underhanded manner in which Basch had affected Joshua's sight. That had not been a clean cast of blind, but rather something to do with his breath. Her expression shifted into one of confusion. Hm. Still concealed by her vanish spell, she recast it over herself and then made a vaulting leap over the two men and dropped a small phial between them; the gentle tink sound of it striking the ground hopefully audible for him. There. That would restore his sight without her having to cast a spell and thus reveal her position. Before she moved again, she made a cast of float on herself so that her steps would not and could not be heard.

She had not survived for years as the figurehead of a resistance movement for naught. Over the course of that time which had oft felt interminable, she had learned a great deal. For instance: to notice everything around her. Basch was too much of an obvious distraction now. Knowing him as she did, she expected him to change tack momentarily. Yet she was able to recognize that Joshua was also gauging everything as well in real time. Notably: from the way he tilted his head, he must be listening and using his diminished sight to his advantage. Her kindness had mayhap been a misstep, but if she were to blind someone; she would cast it. There was an honourable bent to her whilst facing family that she would not possess were she to face Judge Gabranth, for example.

She sat, levitating a foot above the ground and regulated the rate of her breathing. Focus. He is a no mere mage; stamina is no object for one of his ilk. Capable of attacking at range and in close range combat alike. Lower his magick power and an opening may present itself. Aha! Technicks had become indispensable to her through her tutelage under Vossler and beyond through every struggle she had faced since those early days. No longer was her hand guided solely by anger; now, she felt wholly calm. There was no need as of yet to reach out to the man she loved for solace. That time may yet come, but she was strong. Everything she and Joshua both had endured has forged them into the people they were today.

Which was why she would treat this as though she were facing herself, only in possession of a power far greater than she might conceive of, along with battle experience she did not yet have. After all: his journey had ended, and hers had only barely begun, in truth. The technick addle could lower a foe's magick capability by some thirty percent; and she focused hard, making use of it now from her veiled position to turn things further toward balancing the scales. It was true that she had not wanted him to hold back; but by using technicks, neither was she. Her intent was not to harm him, but also to give this an earnest effort. Giving him the eyedrops had been a show of some goodwill that she had been worried that whatever Basch had done had hurt him.

Whether he could heal himself without a second thought or nay: she would sooner harm herself than a member of her family.

Sufficiently confident, she rose and circled him, tossing an aero mote his way to cast wind damage; these stones ignored the reflect status, which was why she was leaning so heavily on them at this time. Aught cast upon Basch or even herself should he find her, however: had a chance to be reflected back. Unless the casting wore off; and it would not last forever. Ashe came to a stop behind Basch and cast reflect upon him; and was moving again, hoping that she was fast enough to evade any attack that might be forthcoming. There was a chance that she might not, however. Her cover had to briefly be blown in order to restore the effect upon Basch.

Her grey eyes narrowed, and she thought she could see him turn toward her. Sh*t! Very well, then. There was strangely no need for the presence of Mist here for her to cast. So, she extended forth her free hand and sent a blizzara spell toward him in acknowledgement. One of them had far more experience in battle than she, and while Basch would shift to compensate soon enough, she would not spend this entire sparring session seated upon the ground like a fool.
𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓

May 3rd 2024 - 6:00 AM


Though she had recently been granted the partnership of the Sunflower, Ashe intended to mainly rely on magicks from their own world for this bit of play. Especially as she did not wish to misuse her weapon and cause undue harm to either Joshua nor Basch. And so, while she called Tournesol to her hand, she kept it in a loose grasp. Because her left hand was put to good use casting shell over herself, and then protect. Firaga was not the direction she had expected him to go so quickly, but she was rather pleasantly surprised. A wide grin crossed her face, even as the flames managed to hit her a little; singing her hair.

"Your form is quite lovely to behold. Has anyone told you before?" And truly: it was. This was her first look at what he could become, and she found nothing but a renewed warmth there in her heart for this new member of her family. Basch, bless him, was beginning to taunt him much as he had egged on Vaan during their many training sessions. At once, she knew what he was about and smiled to herself, allowing herself to say naught more and thus escape notice. Ashe had hidden herself in the lake, holding her breath underwater so as to avoid the flames. She had learned how to do so scuccessfully for several minutes some years ago; and it had saved her life several times.

Today, it would add to a bit of fun. Under cover, she cast reflect upon herself, and extended a hand barely upward to do the same for Basch. Now, whatever was cast upon either of them would merely bounce right back upon its caster. But she was not finished. It would take some time; but while the men were at blows, she employed two technicks alternately: shear and expose, to lower her cousin's magick resist and defense respectively. Several times. Because if he was coming out so strongly with the strongest fire element spell she knew aside from flare, well: she would even the odds a little. There. That would do nicely for a start.

Adrenaline ran like quicksilver through her veins, and she would silently rise from the depths, a stone in her left hand; not the dawn shard, which she had lost between the flight from the palace and this world. Never nethicite. But a humble water mote, which, when she tossed it squarely toward Joshua, would now deal heavier water-elemental damage given the lower resistance to magick than it ordinarily otherwise might. That simple spell had brought down an esper, the infuriating thing now bond to her; and while she had no wish to lay her cousin low, proving that he could meet his match in her without any terribly fancy or dangerous abilities being tossed about was her aim.

"I have just recently come from doing battle with a fire elemental; I learned a good deal. I anticipate another opportunity for further education today."

That said, she cast vanish upon herself and promptly disappeared from the field. She was indeed proficient with ranged weapons, though she had not one in hand now. But she had a mind to think as though she did, and that her magick was her weapon of choice rather than a bow or a gun. The princess grinned, wondering what the man she loved thought of all this atop the mountain. This was the most honest fun she had found in years, and she was hard pressed to keep from laughing in the sheer joy of it. Hard-pressed, but she managed to keep silent.

In her heart, she was grateful to him for this; and while she was feeling such gratitude, was certain to cast haste and float on Basch. What was he going to do next? She needed to wait, and gauge her next movement. 
𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓

May 3rd 2024 - 4:00 AM


"Your pardon, my lord. Typically I am not so fragile, but I have had a exhaustive experience of late that brought back to the fore many things I had thought long since dealt with and past." Ashe glanced warmly at him, and then down to where his hand rested upon her shoulder. Gently, she placed her hand over his, and felt as though she were truly sitting with one of her brothers again. To find family in this strange world, of all places. He need not resemble her for her to know; she could feel it. Though she was not a mother yet and would not be for quite some time, she nevertheless knew that she was in the presence of kin. 

"I am angered on both our behalf that such a creature has been committing such devilry for so long a time. Fran tells me that the High Seraph rests somewhere beyond the Feywood within the Great Crystal. Within the city of the gods. There is a slight chance that someone else freed it; but I must wonder. What a foul, contemptible thing." The world she spoke of had long since crumbled to dust by the time of his birth. What was left would be just barely recognizable to her eyes. Such was the way of things. Espers being immortal as they were had existed since time immemorial, and would surely carry on long after her death. If there were but some fashion to destroy them... ah, well. The time where that might have been useful had passed by long ago for him, the way he spoke. And so, she quieted.

"Vayne would shirk the gods entirely; and I know not what the gods themselves wish, if aught at all. In truth, I would reject both. No one shall direct the path my life will take save for myself. I see that part of myself as I gaze upon you now. What a wonder this is. To find joy hereof all places. I had never been one given to believe things were pre-destined. But if Terra had not found himself in the underbelly of a tomb, I would not be here; and I would not be a fraction so happy. He has.. reminded me how young I am," she finished, and her expression softened. And remained so when he spoke up again; she sighed, and squeezed his hand in hers.

"Because beneath all that assumption, you are family, and whether I met you as a child or moments ago, I would still wish to see you healthy, happy. And if necessary, give my life to keep safe yours. My brothers treated me no differently despite my being the only girl. They would chase me out into the rains on the Giza Plain and fetch me back, braving entites, and all manner of other creatures. Simply because I had befriended a... large silicon tortoise." The memory made her smile and cry at once, though she was not aggrieved; remembering was a healthy thing, and she wanted to share these things with the only remaining blood she had left. Ashe looked up at him, and felt a spark of admiration; her smile grew brighter, and she shook her head.

"My father would have been proud would that he could see you; and I am, to see your determination. You have become a good man, then, for all your hardship. There are too few of those in any world by half. And  this princess," she began with a blithe tone, lighter notably than her previous intonation; there was mirth and a knowing glint in her grey eyes. She might yet be a maid, but she had once been a wife. She well understood his meaning. "Have you found the occasion to tell her of it? I wish to continue sharing all manner of things together, but where that is concerned, I may safely assure you that you will find a far more pleasant result if you speak those words to her."

Though she was teasing, the little sister she had once been emerging to gently prod a male relation, she had an earnest look upon her face. "I communicated the same to Terra in as many ways as I could fathom. But I have found from my own failure that directness is perhaps the most facile method." It was genuine advice, and she sighed, "In all the legends, the High Seraph is said to be female. That is an interesting divergence; or perhaps more of a beginning. Know that all I do, I do not simply for Dalmasca anymore. Ah--" It was perhaps inappropriate to laugh, and so she smiled a little, instead at his choice of words. "Very well. You both saved the world for generations to come. Were I your mother rather than a mere footnote in your ancestry, I could not be prouder than I feel in this moment. Truly."

She could not know that neither of the brothers had ever heard words even approaching this level of earnest affection from the woman who had given them life. To her, it would not matter either way. Ashe smiled up at him, and leaned forward to briefly rest her head upon his shoulder. There was an ease and a comfort here that was different from that which Terra provided. The same which had surrounded her as a child. Love of family was as priceless as the love of a good woman or man, each in its own fashion. In this world: she had suddenly discovered both. Her heart already held this boy close, and would now beyond her death. The same with all the others here.

Lifting her head, the princess considered his words; and then grinned at him in return. "My sword arm is in fine shape. And with thanks to you lady, Basch seems to be feeling much better." Her grey eyes brightened at the prospect of a challenge and it was clear that this, too, had like as not been inherited from her; as Al-Cid Margrace preferred to eschew all conflict unless absolutely necessary. Standing on her feet, she kept a loose hold on his hand to maintain that connection to family she had thought never to feel again, and raised her right into the air and whistled. 

"To me! We are to exercise in the yard, Sir Ronsenburg." The use of his formal name drew Basch sharply to attention atop the mountain, and he stared down at her, wide-eyed. If nothing else could sober a loyal man, the rallying call of his liege was it. He turned to look at Terra and nod, and headed down the slope toward the pair below. For a moment, Ashe kept gazing up, and her smile turned softer, something meant only for the man left standing above; and then she turned back to Joshua, invigorated.

"Do, or do not; I can counter with some competence, and my skill with magick is improving every day. I cannot learn if you hold yourself back entirely, my lord. Merely enough for everyone's safety, hm?" After all, her body already bore scars from burns thanks to Belias. What would be a few more from having a sparring match with family? Nothing at all.
𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓

May 2nd 2024 - 11:51 PM


Well. This man certainly was not averse to conversing either. And the inference he had made just now had her eyes wide as she peered forward a little, and found traces of her father and brothers in his features. His eyes were not the typical grey or pale blue of her family, however. Ashe found herself sitting back on her heels, utterly gobsmacked to be faced with the eventual product of a union between herself and a member of Clam Margrace. How--why? To court one would be to ruin any chance of freeing Dalmasca and averting a war that would destroy Ivalice as they knew it in its entirety. Her mind was working overtime in its attempt to locate an apt explanation, and thus far: she had arrived empty-handed.

"Gods," she whispered simply, shaken and pleasantly so. What this would mean for her future was something she could not and would not contemplate just now. For a girl who had lost her entire family, it was a sort of miracle to be reunited with any relation at all. Even across space and time. Today, she had learned something else: they were far, far smaller part of something much, much bigger than they could ever possibly imagine.

A bright smile crossed her face, as she reached for one of his hands, and added with an arch tone that hinted at a bit of playfulness: "Hardly dead, however. For not, at the very least. I was known as 'Amalia' for a time; I still cannot publicly reclaim either my name or my life as my Uncle has been so kind as to tell the world I committed suicide years ago. One day, that will change. What I can say for a surety is that however this has become possible, I am not sorry for it." Emotion flashed in her eyes; a sorrow that would never truly leave her, and then was gone, once again replaced by warmth. "It is... It is good to sit in the company of family again."

After a moment she gently retracted her hand and clasped hers together in her lap, playing with the fabric of her skirts. This was more than she had bargained for. With no wish to make a foul first impression by weeping, she remained content to stare out at the flickering light cast by tiny insects flittering over the waters of the lake. Relaxing over the next few moments, she gradually turned back to look at him curiously. There were so many questions she wanted to ask and so much she wanted to say. Ashe had already known the boon of not feeling alone in this place, but somehow, the added kinship of a blood bond deepened things. Little wonder: she had been a child ere the last of her brothers had breathed his last.

"Ultima..." she breathed the name, knowing it was familiar. Why was that? Oh. Oh. Everything he had spoken before that was still processing in her mind. His apparent death and rescue, the fall of an entire empire whose war pavilion was so large that it had Archadia spooked as though it'd seen a wraith. But that name had her thinking back to the gigas she had just spoken of, and the words Fran had intoned in the depths of Raithwall's tomb.

Shivering, she wrapped her arms around herself and repeated them: "In vainglory they arose, shouting challenges at the gods. But prevail they did not. Their doom it was, to walk the Mist until time's end. An... associate spoke those words to me not so long ago. It is a legend of the Nu Mou, an ancient race few in number. The viera have some of their knowledge, but not all. So, this... Ultima, was one of them. She spoke of their names. Thirteen, in total. Ultima being a so-called scion of light who led the charge in that failed assault."

"Older than you might have even known," she admitted softly, and shook her head at the sorry tale he wove for her of the future that awaited them. And so. The mighty would fall; and Dalmasca, wedged between two behemoths in their death throes, surely had not survived unscathed. Ashe bowed her head, emotionally rattled by all these words. As it did seem that espers had managed to fuse themselves to living people beyond merely their glyphs. What misery they had wrought once, and would again because her efforts had disturbed them. As surely as the sun would rise over the desert, guilt washed over her.

"I am sorry," The words came of their own will, and she shook her head. "Ever so sorry. I did not mean to release the one I came upon in the tomb. I should not have... gods. I am a fool. When a heart is a yawning abyss of grief, it is difficult to look to a new tomorrow with optimism--and compassion. I have failed to consider what the ramifications of my actions might be someday. You and your brother did not deserve at all to pay the price. All I wanted was to be free; much as yourself." She had stood to inherit nothing for half of her natural life. Ashe had grown up believing that she would to some degree one day be her own mistress. 

But at what cost?

"The esper," she answered him easily. "I would not have left the damnable creature in its purgatory where it belonged. The rest--no, I think not. But please, do not admire me too greatly. My actions have impacted your life negatively, too. That would never have been my intent." 

However: she had accepted that her father and brothers were dead and gone. That Rasler was a chapter of her life she was ultimately glad would remain unexplored. There was little regret in her life, save for a handful of things: and this not even something she might have expected. The sky became emblazoned with shades of purple, pink and azure as the dying sun gave way to twilight, and she sighed beneath her breath.

"Indeed. And the scars remain evermore, do they not?"
𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍.

May 1st 2024 - 4:55 AM


Indeed they had, and it was beyond Aqua's understanding how Roxas had managed to keep his restraint throughout the entire morning thus far after what Riku had done to him. There were things she had heard that concerned her about the eldest of the youth gathered at the table. And that was aside from Axel, who came with his own set of issues, as well as a cavalier and frankly childish attitude that very well might see one of his compatriots killed someday in his recklessness. Aqua was silent while Terra stood up and reprimanded his student, as was only right for him to do. Though she stood, too, lips pursed and gave a tight nod to Terra in response; backing him up without words needing to be said. 

"I don't need to remind all of you to be kind to each other, do I? Some of you are mature enough to check your baggage at the door. I need all of you to do that. If you can't, you are more than free to stay a while with Master Yen Sid and see if he's any better a teacher." He wasn't. Damaged though she and Terra might be, she knew they had learned from the sins of their forbears and would not repeat their mistakes. Too much was riding on this: they were so few in number, and Xehanort was hardly the only threat they would ever stand to face. 

She recalled her master's words in the Realm of Darkness about what had befallen his own friends, and vowed silently that this would not repeat itself here. If Roxas could be the bigger person at a mere two years old, then Riku and Axel and yes, especially Ventus could and would follow suit in doing the same. I name you keeper of my home, Scala Ad Caelum. Her father's words flashed in her mind, and she had to close her eyes against the tears that wanted to fall. Someday soon she would have to find that place, and see just how best that might be done. It had been his dying wish, imparted to her posthumously in spirit, and... she didn't want to let him down.

Belatedly, she heard Joshua's words, and she huffed a soft laugh, while rolling her eyes at Axel. She turned to him, and tuned out the others for a moment. "I'm... I guess the easiest word for what someone from your world might be battlemage. I fight with a weapon, and am handy with spells, too. In fact, I can show you pretty easily later, because.." Trailing off, she looked up and caught Terra's eyes meaningfully, making sure that she held his attention before speaking up a bit more loudly: "Big brother, I think you should meet me in the hall later. We have unfinished business, more than a decade old and so you're going to retake your exam. At the end, you'll face me. Same as before." Her blue eyes warmed, as this time she was not about to let the children get in the way of this. If they did, then she would conduct this without them. 

For she and Terra both to heal, it was necessary. And more than that: "It's about time," she added, more quietly. "Everyone is more than welcome to watch, but not interfere. It's what our master wants to unfold." The look she gave her brother promised one thing: we'll be talking about him later on. Afterward, her attention turned back to Joshua, and she smiled lopsidedly at him. "I'll talk with you about this, too. Not to worry." There would be plenty of time to get to know each other, and she intended to take Terra's advice to heart and let him in. Joshua was a good and kind person; having felt her heart briefly in sync with his yesterday had confirmed that much. Her hand squeezed his, and she nodded her head once. A little at a time.

Meanwhile, Roxas was silent, more keen on watching the interactions unfolding between the adults. There had been a surge of triumph that Sora would have felt, but he'd neither smirked nor laughed. It was a quick leap from expressing a sense of emotion to wanting to fight; because in remembering his pain, he remembered all he had lost because of Riku. That would go nowhere anyone present would be pleased for it to, and he respected everyone else here far too much to ruin their breakfast. He could and would fight Riku again should they cross paths alone; but not here. 

"Your leg?" Aqua glanced at Joshua with concern, and looked downward to catch his one knee jumping as a result of an overactive muscle. Sighing, she reached down and hesitantly placed her hand there and cast a light blizzard spell; just enough to calm and relax the muscle beneath. Her gaze met his, and colour bloomed high in her cheeks before she at last retracted her hand and took up her own mug instead to primly finish off her coffee. It honestly didn't surprise her that Basch had taken his loyalty to his princess to the extreme, and sighed, already rising when Joshua went over to him.

"Well. That's because there's a little thing you might not have heard of called moderation." The words were said tartly, as she raised an eyebrow at the older male in sheer exasperation. "Honestly, at your age, you know better. And that goes for your little adventures in the wine cellar, too. You're cut off. I won't have this around the kids. Some of them are misbehaving enough as it is. Now let me see..." It just occurred to her what Joshua had started to call her, and startled, she looked over at him, eyes wide. There was understanding there; and her chest warmed again. Briefly, she fisted her hand there, over her heart, and then pushed her chair back to join him.

There was no use in crowding the recalcitrant knight and so Aqua stood back until she'd fished a potion bottle out of her pocket and handed it to Joshua. Their fingers brushed, then, and she sighed, finding that she liked being touched. It had been so long, that she had been avoiding it with most everyone not in her core family. But this... she could and wanted to get accustomed to. "Here you go," she said quietly, and watched as he helped the knight get the foul-tasting liquid down.

"We can go have that talk now, if you want. And then I can warm up for Terra's exam. This is the best I can do for Basch here, unless he wants me to cast blizzara on his tongue."

The last sentence was cheeky, she'd admit; not one usually to joke. The man blustered, coughing violently against the lingering aftertaste of the potion. "'Tis wholly unnecessary, my lady. I assure you. As for the rest..." Aqua gave him a glare that would make her master proud; the look that brooked no refusal at all. Nothing the man said or did now would convince her to allow him to drink his way through their master's entire wine collection. 

"The rest is settled, Basch. Now, please go get some rest. Upstairs. You need it."

Shaking her head, she sighed, and turned back toward her... well. She wasn't sure if friend was the right word to describe what she felt for this boy. Her hand reached for his. "Everyone here's been through something awful. The least I can do is try my best to hold the weight. It's... kind of what I've always done." Not for the better, but sometimes, it had been. 

The kids had already started to wander off, though one remained. Roxas met her gaze solemnly. "Can I be excused?" he asked quietly, and stunned, she nodded, a genuine smile crossing her face.

"Of course. Thank you, Roxas. And please, take Naminé with you." The little blonde was frozen in place, seemingly content to be seemingly forgotten; but Aqua never would allow her to feel that way again. Nor, it seemed, would a certain dual wielder. The boy grinned and hopped off his chair, took her hand, and it was like the sunshine came out from behind the clouds; because the blonde smiled, brighter than Aqua had yet seen her do. Then they disappeared, too.

Leaving them alone. She glanced up into Joshua's eyes, then down at their joined hands, then back again; and took a step closer. "Wherever you'd like to talk, lead the way. I don't intend to shut you out. Last night, it was... some painful memories came to mind, and overwhelmed me. But I want to talk about those, too."
𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍.

Apr 30th 2024 - 6:20 AM


"Good morning to you, too." The words were murmured quietly, and she gave him a little smile. He might not be looking at her, but she felt something close to joy settle inside her mind. For the first time in a long time, she allowed it to without any sense of guilt batting it away. Because usually, she felt as though she was wholly undeserving of so wonderful a feeling as that after everything her words and actions had wrought. To gaze back and see her entirely family minus one gathered at the table, too... she felt it fill her heart, and she blinked rapidly. Her master would have approved; he'd gazed out at each of these children and said for us perhaps, but not for them. He had acknowledged them all in one powerful statement, and it had made her heart glad.

Joshua's words had managed to pierce through her inner thoughts, and she nodded. "Thank you. For everything. This was really nice of you to do. It isn't just the kids who appreciate it." Glancing over at him, she tried to catch his eye and smiled again. He seemed a little jittery, and amusement bubbled up in her to imagine that he'd not been informed of the, ah, well more peculiarities of caffeine and how it worked. That would need to be rectified later on; for now, he seemed all right enough for her to move toward her chair and sit down. Content to watch the children interact; with the girls eating more quietly near the opposite end. Kairi's former nobody was a virtual unknown to her, not having been anyone she'd gotten to meet previously.

Still: today, Aqua tried catching her gaze and smiled a little. Her immediate reward was a glance of surprise, and then a radiant look from the blonde. That's better, she thought, knowing what it was like to be the quiet one at a rowdy table. She'd have to make it a point to spend some time with her and let her feel welcome here, too. That was the last coherent thought she was able to have for some time, because the boys began to bandy back and forth about shampoo of all things; and she found herself clasping a hand over her mouth to try to appear polite and keep herself from giggling. The line of question was an earnest one; and so she somehow kept her composure whereas her elder brother could not.

Aqua met Terra's eyes and shook her head. "Shampoo is a word for the soap meant for washing your hair with. It usually has oils and components to it that while good for the health of your hair, aren't good for you to drink. So please don't go doing that again, Basch." That was it. This man was looking for anything and everything to get his mind off whatever it was that haunted him; and given her own internal struggle, she did empathise. She empathised more than he could possibly comprehend. But that didn't mean that she would allow things to continue on; he'd had his fill, and now she'd need to stage an intervention. The road would be long and hard; she was still afraid of the one she'd need to walk, herself.

But looking around the table, she could see: she wasn't walking it alone.

"Terra," Aqua said carefully, "I think that pot of flowers you left on the floor in the hall was meant to grace the table. Wasn't it, Ashe?" The young woman nodded, looking a trifle grateful and relieved all at once. "So might you please take a second and go get it for her?" Turning to the princess, she tilted her head, expression warm. It was good to see Terra so happy again that he might laugh; but she was sensitive to how his laughter might make Basch feel, and so she'd allowed him a precious few seconds to compose himself. 

"It's been a breath of fresh air having you here, your highness. I don't think there've ever been so many flowers around the castle before. It really makes it feel... I don't know. Warm isn't the right word, or the one I'm trying to think of; but anyway, I think it's wonderful. Thank you."

The other young woman gave her a smile at that, and nodded. "'Tis the least I might do, my lady. I would oft do the same for my father and brothers in Dalmasca." That seemed to be a bittersweet memory, as the girl frowned for a moment, and then blinked and her smile had returned; just in time for Terra's re-entry with her pot of pansies to grace the table. It did seem as though she wasn't the only one struggling; and while some of their trauma might be darker than others, it brought home for her that she did not exist in a vacuum anymore. Not like she once had for over a decade.

She sighed, and turned to Joshua when he seated himself beside her. "Why are you sorry? This is wonderful. I'm more impressed that you figured out the appliances all on your own. You've got a sharp mind! And I..." Looking from beneath the lashes, she finished: "I like that." Whatever he needed further help with, she would gladly explain. To be truthful, it was nice to be waited on once and a while; though she hoped he didn't feel so much a burden that this became a regular thing for him, too. At least not because of a reason such as that. Aqua reached over tentatively, and then squeezed his hand. He'd be able to see the appreciation in her eyes.

"Well, coffee has a component to it that keeps the mind alert. Too much of it can kind of put a person into overdrive, so, uh--go easy on it for me until you're used to it. Or else you'll be flying in circles around me, and I'll have to take my glider and get you down." She wouldn't ever leave him like that; though the words were playful, they were meant in earnest, too. "Show me whatever else you might like explained, and we can spend the day doing that together. In fact, I can't think of anything I'd like better."

Getting to know him? Yes, that sounded really nice, actually. And his further words but cemented that, as her cheeks blossomed with colour and she blinked at him in surprise. "No. I don't." Let him in, Terra had said. Here was where she was going to start. "Or if you are, then so am I, I suppose. I missed you, too." Maybe she could show him where her window was, so at least they could visit in the morning after she'd woken up if he wanted to. That thought thrilled her a little, and she felt every inch the girl she truly was; a feat, given how her mind had aged in the realm of darkness.

"I wouldn't mind that at all, you know. But no dragons would get in your way. Promise. It's soap for cleaning your hair, to put it simply. There's a variety of scents out there. I... you know? Surprise me with something you think might suit me." Was she flirting with him, in front of all the children? Yes. Yes, she was. And if anyone noticed, she didn't care at all. This was the first time she'd ever been drawn to another person this strongly. She wanted to pursue that.

Aqua set to eating, slowly as to be an example for Sora and Ventus to follow. Punctuated by slower, measured sips of her coffee. Usually, two cups were all she needed to feel sufficiently alert. To watch Joshua chug his made her cringe inwardly; not for the heat of it, but the caffeine high he was soon to experience. Oh, good grief. This was going to be rather interesting, wasn't it? She sighed, and settled on smiling faintly at him, a lopsided tilt to her mouth.

"N-No," she blinked again, feeling like she were put on the spot. Colour again bloomed high and dark in her cheeks, as she watched him wide-eyed. Nobody had ever said anything like that to her before. And if the anecdote about his brother hadn't been enough to break the ice and make her giggle, she might've just melted into a proverbial puddle of shyness on the floor beneath their feet. But it had been, and she grinned, imagining that very mental image. "I, ah... take the time to brush my hair, though. I'm guessing your brother doesn't mind walking around with bedhead all day long."

Still... she squeezed his hand again, gentler now. "You look pretty... ah dashing yourself, in the morning."
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