DISSIDIA: ūnus

[fayth]

Although she hadn't remembered going to sleep, the robed girl awoke gradually to the sound of crashing waves against a shore. She was face down, pushing herself up to her knees as her mismatched eyes fluttered open, closing again while she rubbed at one.

"Where am I...?" Nothing about this was familiar. It looked like a barren coastline, a place she couldn't put a name to as she sat there, looking around.

A staff beside her, was it hers? Reaching for it, she hesitated only slightly then picked it up, turning it over in her hands as she rose to her feet. Kicking rocks from not far off caused her to spin on her heel. "Who's there?"

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[dragoon_pride]

The whole thing really disturbs Kain. If he only knew more about what was happening and why. Where did he come from? Who is he, truly? He keeps expecting those answers to come to him, to resurface somehow, but they aren't. He has a bad feeling all of those memories may be gone for good.

He looks over at Yuna and nods. It probably isn't a bad idea to admit it to someone like her, someone who feels to him like a friend. "The same. I didn't know where I was... I'm still not entirely sure... There's too much that I don't remember..." What could have caused this? A spell of some sort that they both were hit by?

spoilers, its manikins

[fayth]

Yuna looked down again, her eyes sweeping the ground as she tried to think of something to say, some kind of words of comfort but, nothing came. The emptiness she felt seemed almost overwhelming, but she did her best not to let those feelings bubble to the surface. When she finally opened her mouth again to speak, she was abruptly cut off by the sound of something, a scraping in the distance— a murmur of a voice?

"What... what was that?" mismatched eyes widened, looking over the horizon to where she was sure the noise came from. "Someone else?"

loool, of course! it’s always manikins!

[dragoon_pride]

“What-” Kain’s question is cut off as the manikins emerge. The disturbing thing is, they resemble them, except for their monochromatic coloration. He’s never seen anything like it… and yet… there’s a certain creepy sense of familiarity at the same time. Bringing his lance around into a ready position, Kain seriously hopes he still remembers how to use this thing. But it seems some memories are ingrained a little more deeply than others…

“Watch out!” Kain cries out as he jumps, springing into the air to strike at the Kain-shaped manikin. Fortunately, he has no problems going all out against something resembling himself… and in a way it feels right somehow, as if fighting himself were something he’s long wanted to do. It makes little sense. But there’s no time to think about it now, all he has to do now is fight.

[fayth]

Although she took a half step back, Yuna kept her eyes forward as the fiends appeared, locking onto the one that looked like her, grip tightening on her staff.

Garbled language sounded from the copy, words she couldn't understand— until a crystallized beast suddenly lunged towards her, and the name came to her immediately.

"Ifrit!" Yuna called, claw meeting claw just in time, as the summoner stood her ground. "They're... us?!"

[dragoon_pride]

These things are more than a little creepy, like living dolls made to resemble them... and clearly to battle them as well. Kain doesn't like it at all, and he has the nagging feeling there's good reason to feel that way. He gasps as he watches the Eidolon appear... yes, there's familiarity to that as well.

His own opponent takes to the air just as he does, and they clash while aloft, their lances slashing at each other as fast as the wind. Kain spins into a Sky Rave, but the other one is fighting back steadily even as they descend.

Once on the ground, he gets on the defensive as he looks toward Yuna. "Crystalline copies of us in every way... and clearly-" He raises his lance to block a potentially devastating blow. "-dangerous." Fighting himself... why does that seem all too appropriate somehow?