Zanarkand Myrrh Tree

[waterblade]

Characters: Those Who Hunt Zanarkand Myrrh
Progress: In-progress
Summary: After a wedding, it's time for a fight to the death!
Location: Zanarkand
Date: A couple days after Rikku's announcement
Warnings: Fighting? I'm not sure who's going on this, so if you are (Pied, still sending Tifa?), just hop in. Party-style tagging so it takes less time.

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[pastglories]

Jecht was quiet much of the way in. Zanarkand was always a trip down memory lane, a place of deja-vu. Blink and you miss it, the memories of yourself taking this path years ago, on a different world. That was one thing on his mind. The second was the last time he had been here, even without the glimpses of the past to remind him. That was when he had offered himself, to become Braska's Final Aeon.

He tried not to dwell on that too much. There was already enough going through his mind without that little detail making itself known.

At the pause on the trip, Jecht hoisted the sword over his shoulder, glancing around the entrance. "Would bet on it being there, yer? Like it'd make it easy for us."

[heartofheaven]

Unlike the others, Tifa had never been to Zanarkand, nor did she have any history there. The pyreflies disturbed her. Something about them made her think of the Lifestream, though she wasn't sure why. It was strange to see glimpses of her friends' previous journeys through Zanarkand.

She stared at the dome in wonder. "In there? How far is it?"

[knowshermachina]

Rikku wasn't a big fan of Zanarkand. She'd come here a few times, but between the Pyreflies and the fiends, it just...wasn't a fun place. It wasn't even Adventure Fun. It wasn't even Disassterific Fun.

She was bouncing from foot to foot near the edge of the dome, peering inside, holding the bag that contained her potions and the Crystal Chalice loosely in her left hand.

"Far," she said with a sigh. "And then we wind up in this creepy like...bedroom. Evil ancient bedroom." She shivered faintly at the memory. "But we can't just stand here forever, so..." She sort of waved vaguely at the ruins, for somebody else to go in first.

[triplepenalty]

Like Jecht, Wakka, too, was experiencing a flood of vivid memories as they made their way to the ruins, even without considering the glimpses of the past that he knew would be seen here and there. Everything had changed for them in Zanarkand. It had started in Bevelle, learning the truth about the maesters and their archaic traditions, and things had only spiraled downwards between Bevelle and Zanarkand, where the falsehoods that he had been raised to believe in were finally laid bare.

They were painful memories. He had always been a man of faith. Having it torn from him still hurt, even if he was glad to have had his eyes opened to the truth. He had once sought solace in Yevon, comfort, and had never been very good at adapting to change.

"I don't miss this place. Not one bit, ya?" he said with a sigh, giving Rikku a sympathetic look as he rubbed at the back of his neck. "But we ain't gonna accomplish much if we never make it to the tree. Can't think of anywhere else it would be... though I wouldn't mind never seein' that room again