Room 401, Thursday Morning.
Makita didn't dream often, but when she did, it was always of her Papa. Always.
This time, they were in the ruins of Bahamut, on that day. Makita had blood on her hands from embracing him; she was dirty and bruised, clutching the letter in her hands.
Find Maya, my soldier. Find Maya Antares, and give her the letter. Before it's too late.
And then there was cold. Absolute, bone chilling cold, and Makita could hear the rattling of chains as her father turned pale.
I cannot come to you, my beauty, my time is done. What the Spiritrealm takes, it keeps, and you must run. She could feel his fear, that he didn't want her to stay, didn't want her to see...whatever it was he kept moving to block from her sight, and Makita nearly screamed with frustration.
They're looking for me. Run as fast as you can, do you hear me? Do not look back, not one glance! Not one! I'll be watching you from the Heavens, always.
And Makita. One last touch to her face, just like before, and Makita was running. She wanted to scream, to stop, to turn back and face whatever it was that her Papa was protecting her from, but her feet kept moving, and she continued to run.
They will stop you if they can. But your spirit is steel, pure shining steel.
Carry on my will.
Makita's eyes snapped open, already awake and alert, before she sat up slowly and took the letter out from under her pillow, quietly taking in the 'Antares' printed neatly on the front.
[OOC: Yes, I'm mean, but the Spiritrealm is canonically greedy and I like being cruel to my characters. NFI, NFB.]
This time, they were in the ruins of Bahamut, on that day. Makita had blood on her hands from embracing him; she was dirty and bruised, clutching the letter in her hands.
Find Maya, my soldier. Find Maya Antares, and give her the letter. Before it's too late.
And then there was cold. Absolute, bone chilling cold, and Makita could hear the rattling of chains as her father turned pale.
I cannot come to you, my beauty, my time is done. What the Spiritrealm takes, it keeps, and you must run. She could feel his fear, that he didn't want her to stay, didn't want her to see...whatever it was he kept moving to block from her sight, and Makita nearly screamed with frustration.
They're looking for me. Run as fast as you can, do you hear me? Do not look back, not one glance! Not one! I'll be watching you from the Heavens, always.
And Makita. One last touch to her face, just like before, and Makita was running. She wanted to scream, to stop, to turn back and face whatever it was that her Papa was protecting her from, but her feet kept moving, and she continued to run.
They will stop you if they can. But your spirit is steel, pure shining steel.
Carry on my will.
Makita's eyes snapped open, already awake and alert, before she sat up slowly and took the letter out from under her pillow, quietly taking in the 'Antares' printed neatly on the front.
[OOC: Yes, I'm mean, but the Spiritrealm is canonically greedy and I like being cruel to my characters. NFI, NFB.]