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ooc; Hey guys. These past two weeks have been really crummy. I even stopped playing Lightning Returns and haven't reached the ending. I think I'm gonna go on a mini hiatus. I'll be back March 15th. Two days away, haha. A lot of stuff happened so I'm just in a crummy mood. With the weekend coming up, I'll definitely get my muse back in the game. I hope I don't lose my role play partners! I love you guys. Thanks for understanding ♥

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“In the physical world, it contains within its form endless chaos. By the will of the deities, it gives birth to all living things. I speak of crystal. The eternal dream world of the crystal lies within the Unseen World. Even the gods long to find their way to that place. In all crystal, the heart that shines most brightly is called Bhunivelze.” —Yeul’s Confessions, Final Fantasy XIII-2

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ooc; I know I've been a tad bit neglectful towards this account. I deeply apologize! Midterms are coming up, plus I have high responsibilities in my college's literacy magazine, plus work and askjgfbdsigksd I'm currently working on a self publishing project. :c Serahmun is beat. I'll definitely have all replies done by Thursday night. Thanks so much for your patience, especially to my role play partners. 

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the good life.

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                                                 Ｌove                                                          is  a  p a l e t t e                                                    mixed with coℓoυяѕ                                                            I have never                                  ｛Ｋ　Ｎ　Ｏ　Ｗ　Ｎ｝

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     Serah was thrown into a turbulence, her petite frame becoming a frangible vessel. The elements of disarray and woe splotched themselves against Serah's visage. The edge of her lips, where that smile once was, sunk from it's place. Serah couldn't believe the scene before her eyes of periwinkle. Her dearest friend, Kendra reconstructed herself into a truculent metamorphose. Kendra had withdrew her motion from Serah's most precious gift; her pendant from Snow. The ache in her heart drilled a hole of shadows. Serah coiled her delicate digits into a fist of distress. Kendra's lips released the appellation of her fiancée; her throat projecting absolute revulsion towards him; but why? Oh, that's why. These confessions and riddles, they were like a razor's edge to Serah's throat. She was caught in a cage, in a confrontation against her l'Cie companion. She didn't want this, but there was no choice in the matter. These bursts of quarrel, it involved Snow and herself. Why did Kendra reveal such a passion for Serah? Serah was no seraphic frame. She possessed error and grotesque qualities to her like any other human being. A translucent tear began to trace a river against Serah’s visage; she thus released a glint of her verisimilitude.

    "Why—why is this happening? You know, my days through the waves of the timeline will be cut short. No worries, it's what I want; it's my choice. I've decided to accept the task of the divine. I can see the past, present and future. Of course, it comes with a price; and that is my death. I don't know why that still makes me sad. I'm here to save the future and that's what I'll do. I keep thinking these long miles between us will be good for us; and even Snow. Don't cry for me, that's not what I want. And you probably won't even shed a tear. That's fine too. I just don't want to be a burden, not to you; not to anyone. Just don't forget me, okay? That is what I fear the most. Everything that I've done to change the future, please don't let that go to waste. Now, let's find Snow to release you from your cie'th burden. I promise, we're going to find a way. And you don't have to worry, Snow and I; it's fading, it's dying. I can tell you that because Snow has been playing hero. Hah, he doesn't even know of my time limit."

     At that very moment, a vision betrothed Serah's visual perception. Serah jolted, her body rigid in motion. The seal of Etro traced it's course against Serah's periwinkle gaze. She began to witness an unfamiliar scenery. The behemoth of light, God; she saw him. He was gruesome, yet inviting with his eyes of chartreuse. Beneath those vibrant eyes, black razor blades were printed against his flesh of white. Did the behemoth of light hold attributes of an ally? No, but he gave Serah a precious gift; her reward of saving the future. He uncoiled his palm, revealing his putrid claws. The surface of his blest palm held her dear friends; Lightning And Snow; her sister and fiancée. He then exposed his other palm; Kendra, asleep within his grasp. Serah extended her digits to Kendra, her vision then faded to dust. She was back to the present moment. She stood perplexed in manner. It was rather odd, the goddess was no where to be found, but this behemoth of light? It was God, no doubt. His divine fragrance intoxicated Serah, even in a smear of an oracle. What did this mean for the future? What did this mean for Kendra? Would this benevolent God take her away? Serah didn't tangle her emotions in the enigmatic vision. She had to keep calm, she released a soft sigh from her lips. She had to save her dear friend, even if Kendra hated her for it. Hell, she hated her now because of Snow. Serah couldn't invite the feeling of affection for Kendra. It would be like dagger piercing through her heart. Serah was soon to face the welcoming arms of the unseen realm. 

    "Kendra—who marked you a l'Cie? What exactly is your focus; and why?"

moogle κ town

The days of them together were perhaps her brighter days. The woman didn’t have a care in the world as she ventured out with Serah. However, her poor decision cost losing Serah, but yet, she yearned that Serah didn’t have to suffer the fate she had. Kendra couldn’t see herself being happy, but she wanted the other to be happy, even if she wasn’t included in the future. She was different and that definitely a fact, but her love was unwavering for the pinkette.

The L’Cie backed away from the other after hearing the so-called promise. “..Despite.. my feelings for you.. I’m not sure if I can trust you again, since.. you didn’t come back for me. I waited.. I even went to pursue you.. and everything started to crash. Serah.” She ran her fingers through her own hair, letting out a sigh. A part of her soon regretted what she had said, so she spoke up again. “Then again, knowing you.. I know that you wouldn’t of left me like that on purpose. I’m sure there was something that you had to do.”

However, once she caught sight of the pendant she utterly took a defensive stance. Her body was into itself, she refused to get closer. “I don’t want it, it’s just going to remind me of my focus. Also, didn’t he give that to you? Don’t give it to me! Especially when my damn focus has to do with that man who you’re engaged too!” The L’Cie was fuming, shaking her fists by her side. Now that she thought about it, she never explained what her focus was. “My future is going to end with me being a crystal.. or a monster.. either way. I can’t have you. I’m going to have to reunite you both and in the end I’m fucked!”

Everything became silent as she looked at the ground. “This wouldn’t hurt so bad if I didn’t fall in love with you. Just.. forget it! I have to wait until I become a Cie’th right? Then maybe I’ll be happy once I’m dead.. or even if I complete my focus, everyone will have a happy ending and I’ll be all alone again! Tell me how fair that is! Tell me!”

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     Serah captured a chortle between her lips to discase the lugubrious vibration within her throat. She had forgotten that the world was at it's end. She was a bit unsettled by this peculiar reality, but wasn't this one of many realities? 

     The timeline became corrupt, the steal rings had split from it's structure. The twist of time had thus thrown Serah into an uncharted future. The young pinkette mentioned Nova Chrysalia? What had the world become to? What kind of future was this? All around the populace pulsed in revels, they clothed in costumes and were ready to endure the festive music. Each individual seemed as if they were enjoying themselves, their blithe in jollification. Was this the future Serah had been fighting for? People were happy here, right? Or was this an illusion of the Gods and Goddesses? Serah's lips curved at the edge, a delicate smile to the new acquaintance. She then laid her palm against the surface of her cheek.

     "Yusnann? Of course, I guess I must of hit my head on something and thought of something from the past. Everyone is so happy in Yusnann. Is there a special occasion going on?"

A lot of people joined the end of the world.

Lumina teleported from her spot above and reappeared before the fellow pinkette before her. She leaned in a little and studied the girl. “Hm~ New Bohdem…Never heard of it. You’re in Yusnaan just now…Part of Nova Christalia” she explained

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A new battle was about to begin.

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ooc; I'm a horrible person but, the urge to play Lightning Returns is strong. Everything is saved in drafts, no worries!

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"Those lights… are they the souls? Every one?" → Hope Estheim requested by anonymous

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     The divine's sovereignty of death and renascence– Etro's throne.  Etro's reign was released of crystal, it's formation stood in bare motion. Was the goddess dead? No, she couldn't be. Noel wouldn't do such a thing, would he? He is a child born at the end of days. He cherished every creation more than anyone. He couldn't have  possibly discased the heart of Chaos from Caius Ballad.

     Serah shook her a head a bit, her eyes of periwinkle gazing to the desolate ruins of the unseen realm. She pondered and grasped a hold of Mog's cutesy mitt. The edge of her pink salmon lips curved into a gentle smile. She had to reassure her cutesy companion, Mog. Everything was going to be okay, right? Yes? No. Everything was going straight to hell. She lost her sister again, their physical form detached from one another. What was even worse–Etro was no where in sight. Her crystal cage melted, it's sphere g o n e. Etro's stage was completely bleak of existence. Serah began to project the appellation of her sister. "Lightning," she called out. Was Lightning even listening? As Serah questioned her sister, her body jerked. Her petite, pinkette frame jolted a bit forward. Her slim digits released Mog's grasp; she stood frozen, her emotions in a turbulence of smeared up recollection. The seal of Etro painted itself within her eyes of periwinkle. Serah began to witness nebulous images of the past; her vision from the Goddess. It was like a film; she saw herself turn to crystal and Snow and Lightning fighting against their fate. With her crystal tear cradled within Snow's palm, she witnessed the final battle against Orphan and Barthandelus. Her visions didn't stop there–it displayed the fall of Cocoon and the release of their crystal prison.

     A translucent tear began to trace a river against Serah's visage. She wasn't ready for the last vision but it delivered itself anyways. The behemoth of light, God; she saw him. He was gruesome, yet inviting with his eyes of chartreuse. Beneath those vibrant eyes, black razor blades were printed against his flesh of white. Did the behemoth of light hold attributes of an ally? No, but he gave Serah a precious gift; her reward of saving the future. Her uncoiled his palm, revealing his putrid claws. The surface of his blest palm held her dear friends; Lightning And Snow; her sister and fiancée. 

     The dream ended with the image of a black sphere, it's outline in the hue of paris green. The seal of Etro thus faded from her periwinkle sight. Serah gazed towards the throne of Etro. She had witnessed the past, present and what was to come. Could it possibly be reality or a child's dream to absorb a fabricated world? They fought to be together and to live in a new world. Serah coiled her phalanges into a fist. She gave a small smile and then hurdled forward; to the throne of Etro. She began to call her sister. 

     "Lightning–" 

     She had to find her again. The past didn't have the answers but the present did. Serah's hope to revisit the past was a child's dream. She had to move forward, it was the only way to be with her sister again. Bhunivelze, was it? He was definitely Serah's savior. 

Furrowing her brow, Lightning carefully looked upon Serah. She wasn’t entirely sure of the woman’s intentions, but a guilt feeling told her that whatever she was planning, wasn’t for the best. Surely the two could just enjoy their time— what they had of that, at least — and let things simply happen? Manipulating time was dangerous, and Lightning could only assume that Serah herself knew that fairly well. It was something that was causing the paradoxes; a thing that her sibling was fixing.

Lighting’s gaze fixed its way upon to the moogle, who moved with ease as if he’d done it several times before. As Mog created a portal in time, Lightning took a step back and bit down on her lip. She knew that her younger (— hell, weren’t they the same age now?) sister wished to fix things but… this was taking it a step too far. Altering time was definitely not a good thing to be doing. 

Blue orbs carefully watched her sister dance closer to the open portal. A sudden rush of fear overcame her senses; letting her go would mean that once again she’d be parted from her… but at the same time changing the past was dangerous. Biting down on her lip, she decided on the former and charged after Serah into the portal, not wanting to lose her once again. She was engulfed in the historia crux, gliding beside her sibling while her thoughts were lost in the amount of trouble they had just created. She looked around carefully, eyeing the scenery around her. It was strange, that Serah had so often traversed along her, and now she considered it normal. 

"Are you telling me—"

Suddenly everything started to become chaotic as their words were cut off by abrupt movements. The time flow began to malfunction as the two began to separate. Turning quickly, the elder sibling reached out her hand in an attempt to hold on. She wasn’t going to let this reunion with Serah be cut short— not at all. Though, it seemed as hard as she reached, there was no victory. She watched Serah get tugged away within the timeline as she herself was taken. And, like before, they were separated.

The next thing she knew, she was near ruins; of which she quickly found out to be no other than Etro herself. The goddess that called her upon her quest. She moved swiftly, not wanting to be noticed by any unwanted prey— if there was any.

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it’s okay. we could hear you, light; let’s go, we’ll be together.

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The legend had told of her coming. Banisher of darkness, bringer of light, redeemer of souls. She’d come at the end of days…to guide our souls to salvation.

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ooc; Alright, so yesterday was really overwhelming. I'm here now, off of work. I'll be getting my replies done tonight. FOR SURE. Serahmun apologizes ;;