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[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

 [This is neither the red planet nor the vast imperial city that she’s previously been seen in. It’s a simple clearing that leads to a cliff. It allows a nice view of the ocean, which strangely enough has absolutely no movement. No tide, no crashing waves against the rocks. Nothing. And for the curious wanderer they can go through the thicket of trees a bit further back but no matter what direction they go it’ll always lead to the same cliff. On the edge of it, overlooking the vast and unmoving waters is Seth, who seems just as unmoving as the rest of the dream. Her eyes are shut and an attentive eye will note two things. She doesn’t appear to be breathing at all(not that it was needed in dreams any ways) and there’s a scar that encircles her neck. And despite the presence of another person in the dream she still doesn’t move. Nothing moves. Everything is perfectly still and silent.

And when a few more minutes pass she finally sighs softly. With her peace interrupted there is no more point in pretending she doesn't know that there’s someone in the area.]

You know, this really isn’t a place fit for others. [And while that statement would normally be a bit teasing or harsh sounding that’s not so. It’s spoken softly and followed by a quiet laugh. After the laugh she finally turns her attention away from the ocean scenery.]

It might be a good idea to focus on your home. You probably don't want to stay here.



((ooc; No excuse for the post spamming(mild of course) other then the fact this probably won't ever get to happen. That being said, this is post-canon!Seth by a few years. Which means still witty remarks just less racism and bitch moods and other spoilery things that you can probably figure out.))

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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Princess Mercury is heedless of the skirt of her formal gown as she hurries towards the apparently-unconscious girl. She kneels right on the rocky ground nearby, ignoring the press of the stone against her legs. She reaches out two fingers towards Seth's neck, to check for her pulse and then to confirm whether she's breathing.

If not... what can she do out here, so far from any help? She'll have to try to resuscitate the girl, obviously... even secrecy comes to second to that. She makes a serious face as she schools herself to focus.]

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[She shifts her gaze to her company and appears amused at the very least. Seth places a hand over hers, shaking her head as she does so.]

I'm fine. Don't worry.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Princess Mercury sinks back onto her knees in relief. She manages a somewhat shaky smile.]

Thank goodness. How do you feel? Do you need something?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

No. I assure you, I'm fine.

[Which was perhaps still a first for her. It took centuries, it took death itself taking her away from the world but she was actually fine. Death aside.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Some sort of juice, or even water... But there's nothing like that here, and Mercury is forced to accept that. She nods, eyes still riveted to Seth.]

You lay so still. I didn't even notice signs of life, at first.

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

I figured. Don't worry about it. These things happen.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[They do? Mercury shoots Seth a quick, quizzical look, but drops the subject with so little encouragement.]

I see.

This may sound very strange, but, where is this? I've come a far way out of my way, it seems like.

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

This is Earth. You're in the Tzara Methuselah Empire.

[Or at least that's where she always envisioned herself to be. Death was a fickle thing and Seth was just a fickle. There was the distinct chance they were just nowhere important too.]

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Thank you. [Oh, no. They aren't meant to be on Earth, and come to think of it, has she heard of that territory? Yet she has studied Earth's politics - of course - and thus, she should have.]

I must return as soon as I can.

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

Then you are free to leave. I'm not holding you here. [And she wouldn't do that either way. People had things to do. Places to be.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Mercury shakes her head, and tries for a smile; it falls a little flat, but well-meant nonetheless.]

There was no possibility of leaving you here alone.

And, even if I would wish to, I have no way to return right now. Shall we go together awhile?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[She tilts her head. She isn't sure why the other couldn't leave. Principle of the matter perhaps.]

I can only go so far but I'll stick with you for as long as I can.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She has no idea precisely where she is, or any way to reach the Moon and the Moon Castle from here.]

Thank you. I promise I will not ask for more. I feel very badly to have put you out.

[maddening-gale.livejournal.com]

On the contrary, I have all the time in the world.

[It's a mild exaggeration, but life on Auldrant has finally reached something of a lull. Col. (retired) Jade Balfour-Curtiss stands beside her, lightly resting his hand on her shoulder. He's never been to this particular cliff by the sea, but there he has a sense of nostalgia about it. Superficially, this place almost resembles Tataroo Valley, as he last visited it ten years ago. Except instead of welcoming a friend back, he can't help but feel like this is a time to say goodbye.]

It has been a while, Seth.

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[She could correct him. In fact she almost does because she's the one with all the time in the world. After world technically. Living people tended to have lives. If he didn't that just made room for a bit of future teasing.]

It has. I assume you've been busy or the opposite and you've taken to the lazy lifestyle.

[maddening-gale.livejournal.com]

I've been extremely busy with laying the foundations for a new Replica sanctuary, but that work is beginning to bear fruit. I have a bit of spare time to talk with an old friend.

I see that you've had a wild time while I was away, if that new scar is any evidence. You haven't gotten into too much trouble, have you?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

Taking the time to talk to me. Now I am ever so slightly flattered. And don't worry at my age having a wild time isn't as appealing as it was a few centuries ago.

[maddening-gale.livejournal.com]

As long as it's only talking. The wife has been very clear on that point.

[Oh, Seth. She doesn't seem to have aged a day since they first met in Elegy, and here he's going grey around the temples. So much for age.]

... No, I suppose it would lose its appeal after that long. However, that does not explain how you managed to injure yourself like that.

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

Don't worry I'm not going to get you into trouble with your wife.

[It's the joys of nanomachines, dreams and various other factors. At least she's playing nice and not making fun of him for it.]

You're smart enough to be able to figure out what the most probable cause for it is. If not, then I'm afraid you'll simply never find out.

[maddening-gale.livejournal.com]

I don't like it when you avoid my questions like that, that's all.

[Anyway, you don't get a scar like that for simple horseplay. Anything that severe is more than likely to be lethal. And there's at least one person he knows of that's capable of hurting a Crusnik host like that.]

So, this is Purgatory, is it? I expected more cleansing fire and repentance.

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[A sigh. There goes the chance of avoiding the subject entirely. So much for that hope.]

In older times humans thought some people lingered on even after they died because they have unfinished business or because of regrets. Generally all unpleasant reasoning. Personally I just like the view better.

[maddening-gale.livejournal.com]

I suppose it is an improvement over Hell.

[He takes a moment to adjust his glasses. This is... quite a bit to take in.]

Is this also where the living reconcile with the dead?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

If it was then I would expect a great many more visitors. ...Jade you are here of your own accord with whatever reason or motivation you have. If it was to reconcile something you would know that. Not me.

[maddening-gale.livejournal.com]

[Jade grows unusually silent for a moment, thinking this through. He isn't dead; he doesn't fully understand how he knows that, since he can't feel his own breath or heartbeat, but he isn't. Seth is, and it's highly likely that she was killed by Cain. Based on past experiences, he should at least feel a bit upset and possibly angry, but there's nothing. If he isn't grieving as he understands grief, why did he come to her?]

I... I came here to say farewell.

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[She looks down for a moment, trying to hide the surprise. Of course it had been some time since her death and not once had anyone bothered her. Neither the living or the dead, those she killed or those she saved. Death had quiet. Lonely on a smaller scale. She lived alone though so to her it only made sense. When she lifts her head and looks at him it's with the the faintest of smiles.]

I'm glad. You've been...well you've been nosy jerk and I should have hit you the first time I saw you. But you didn't try and kill me or outcast me for being inhuman. That's- actually that's not important now. What I mean to say is thanks.