[001] → the house

[candyviolets.livejournal.com]

You're aware of a deep, chilling darkness that surrounds you. You're in an unfamiliar basement, and there's a terrible potpourri of dust and formaldehyde that creates the stench of the dank place. There's something like a whisper in your ear, voices speaking in undertones that you can't hear, even though there's really no one there with you. A chill runs up your spine, as if a wind has come through, but the air is still, and the silence all around hangs heavy.

Amid musty boxes, a claw-footed tub, and numerous other things, there stands a girl. She's dressed fairly typically for a girl her age in the 21st century, and for one who is trying to set herself apart. The teenager stands, staring off into the shadows of the room, holding her arms as if she's cold.

"Why am I... here?"

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[drinkandforget.livejournal.com]

She's not the type to be disturbed here. Sailor Lethe lives at the end of the galaxy, where people come to leave behind everything and forget themselves before they start their next life. Just as she holds few things to be of value - she knows just how impossible it is to take it with you - she has few fears.

So Lethe ignores the whisperings, the dank dark, the chill. Her river is hot, but this is fine, too.

"You've been brought here for a reason you know best," she says. "Something inside you drew you here." And after a brief pause, "What was it?"

[silversouba.livejournal.com]

Kadaj was no stranger to the darkness or the chill it brought. The cold air made his skin tighten, but he too, was used that. Even the distant voices he thought he might have heard were normal to him. The remnant had learned to ignore some of them and embrace others depending on the message. He knew this place did not belong to Mother, nor did it have anything to do with her, so he chose to ignore anything that spoke to his mind this time.

The girl blended easily into the atmosphere of the house. It almost seemed like she belonged there. “Hn,” Kadaj merely grinned as he took a confidence step into the bathroom. He met her worriedly confused gaze with that of a confident one. “The same reason the rest of you are here,” he enlightened her. “Your ancestors refused to give the planet to Mother. Now it’s my job to get it back to her.” Kadaj casually ran a gloved finger across the mirror which resulted in a loud squeak. “You,” he waved a dismissive hand at her, “and the rest of your kind, are doomed to failure.”

Kadaj leaned against the sink. “I’m feeling generous,” he maliciously teased. “You can die now, in your own house, in a quick and painless method.” He lifted his chin slightly as to look down on the pathetic sight before him. “Or you can wither away with the rest of humanity once Mother arrives.”

[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

Kuja isn't dressed typically at all for someone in the 21st century, more like something from a rococo fairy tale. He wanders through the basement. It's unfamiliar, but he feels he belongs here, in the darkness and the dust. Kuja is not human, or even truly a living thing. He exists to serve as a vessel for souls, and he can feel them now, all around him, reminded of the time he took the souls of the dead into himself, used their power for his own benefit. He won't do that now, but those spirits call out to him, and perhaps he could call back, if he chose.

The girl doesn't particularly stand out to him in the midst of all this, but he turns toward her when she speaks. "Why are any of us where we are? To find the answer, as yourself whether you are here by your own will or someone else's. If you've come yourself, you already know the reason, as it lies somewhere within you, however hidden it may be. If it is another's will that brought you, then that is why you're here."