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year 5, quarter 3
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She was hours late to the party, and put the bare minimum effort into preparing for it. But her invitation, which she may or may not have stolen from someone who made the mistake of pissing her off (and that person may or may not be lying unconscious in a ditch in the outskirts of Torrensten), was legit so they let her in. The one saving grace is that her suit, which she wore everywhere anyway, had been cleaned earlier that day, and while a bit unusual, seemed to meet the standards of those attending the ball. Whether or not they realized it was a woman behind the incredibly cheap mask is unsure, but whatever the case may be, no one saw any reason to turn her away.
Why did Freyra come to such a fancy event? Honestly, she was bored. Really bored. After her initial encounter with the apparent king and her fellow Turk, she'd gotten separated from Kazuo. A bit of a mixed blessing. On one hand, she didn't have to deal with him. On the other, she had no idea where he was or what kind of trouble he was getting into. But ultimately, she wasn't too worried. He was a wild card, but he wasn't the type to mindlessly go on a rampage. So she put it out of her mind and spent the last good while wandering aimlessly and getting her bearings in this strange new world. It was...interesting, to say the least. Especially when she reached Sonora.
Regardless, her interest was piqued when she "received" her invitation to this party. If nothing else, then maybe there would be some free food. And indeed there was. Thus, after arriving and ignoring some of the strange looks from the other guests who had obviously put infinitely more time and effort in their appearance than Freyra ever dreamed of doing, she made a beeline for wherever the food was. And she was not disappointed.
"Whoa...is that caviar?...they always had it at those fancy Shinra parties, but I never got to try any...and I've never even heard of cheese this color before." She continued down the line, ever amused at the variety of fancy foods and snacks she'd only ever dreamed of having to herself. All while helping herself to plenty of it in the process, of course. Needless to say, she stuck out like a sore thumb, but it was hard not to when you were about as subtle as a rampaging behemoth. Subtlety was never really Freyra's strong suit.
until your hope has died. beat down, until victory is mine
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mma was feeling pretty good after finding Cissnei, who had stepped away for the moment. Emma was feeling a bit hungry, so she told Ciss she'd meet her by the food. Emma wandered for a bit in search of just where said food even was. Seriously, why was such a large building necessary? It wasn't like it was an office building or something. Just a lavish waste of space. Made even worse by all the party goers, many of whom were starting to get on the bad side of wasted. What exactly was the appeal of so much alcohol anyway? Emma had enjoyed a glass of wine, but she wouldn't keep putting it back until she lost her wits. It was just... unpleasant. These people liked to play refinement, but they didn't know real refinement. That was one thing Emma liked about the Turks. There was plenty of class and refinement there.
She finally entered the area with the food to find a large group of people eyeing someone at the buffet table helping themselves to handfuls of food. Emma sighed and rolled her eyes. This was exactly the kind of thing she meant. People just making fools of themselves for no... Emma stopped in her tracks when she got a better look at the person. That suit. That ponytail.
"No..." Emma muttered. She let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose through her mask. It couldn't be. But of course it was. No way it wasn't Freyra at this point. Just her luck. Stepping forward, Emma had mixed feelings about this. On the one hand she was happy to see another Turk, but on the other... why did she have to make a fool of herself? And while in uniform no less. Only Freyra could be back in Emma's life for all of two seconds and manage to get on her nerves. Then again, she hadn't run into Alvis yet. She should probably reserve judgement until he showed up - he was the one that would be able to give Freyra a run for her money in that department. For the moment however, this was what she was dealing with. Emma stepped up behind Freyra and crossed her arms.
"You should conduct yourself better while you're wearing that suit. Are you trying to make a fool of yourself?" Emma asked sternly. Though, if she was being honest, saying that almost made her smile. Chiding Freyra was so nostalgic. She had missed this.
Cissnei was attempting to follow a possible lead that might give her more insight on the purpose of this party. The man in the fox mask had a composure about him that suggested authority. But the closer she got, the more she noticed he was just a playboy putting on a mask of wealth and power. He was from Provo and was, more or less, a lumberjack. The masquerade had given him a new air and courage and Cissnei gave a soft frustrated sigh at yet another dead end. It seemed she was losing her edge. She began to wonder if there was truly no underlying meaning to this masquerade. But something in her gut told her that didn’t seem right.
She turned and navigated her way back to the food section she promised to meet Emma. Her eyes found the soft blond hair of Emma. And despite the chattering of the party members, she could still hear Emma’s voice. Cissnei tried to hide her smile, but she could not when she saw who Emma was chiding. Or at least could guess who the sandy blond-haired woman was. Her hair style hadn’t changed, and the suit was of same quality as Emma’s, except not as pristinely kept.
Cissnei broke out into a soft chuckle while Emma scowled. “Now, Emma. Let her after her fun.” Cissnei suppressed another chuckle, though the mirth could be seen in her eyes. Ochre eyes turned to Freyra’s “She’s right though.” Cissnei was referring to Emma being right. “Could be doing this in civilian clothing, instead of professional clothing of the company.” She leaned to look over the table to see if there was anything she wanted to eat. “But thank you for testing the food to see it was poisoned.” Cissnei threw out a bit of dry humor. She wondered if Freyra would take it seriously. Cissnei turned back to Freyra, the skirts of her red dress rustling. She began to study Freyra, as if to see if she would start getting sick.
As she merrily made her way down the buffet, stacking her ever-full plate with two or three of each item that looked good to her, she blinked as she heard someone approach her her, though she was too enthralled with the food to actually pay attention to them. At least, until they started speaking. And it was an all-too-familiar voice, in an equally all-too-familiar nagging tone. It was so familiar, in fact, that her reaction was one of pure reflex and muscle memory, her brain not registering what this actually meant. Instead, she just let out an exasperated sigh and waved to them dismissively "Yeah yeah! I swear...you never let me have any fun. Besides, it's not like I'm actually on the job!"
And then game another familiar voice, who had seemingly taken her side at first, but then jumped into joining in on the chastising. Finally, she turned around to face them. "Oi, lay off, will ya? I got my invite at the last minute, so I didn't have time to change. Besides, if my suit gets dirty, I can just wash it. I just...wait..." It was in that moment, when she finally got a good look at them, that it finally sunk in. She was so used to dealing with them that her responses came naturally. So naturally, in fact, that she'd actually, for a brief second, forgotten about having been whisked away to some strange new world without any clue as to how or why she was there.
As it slowly dawned on her, she could hardly contain her excitement. "Holy shit, you two are a sight for sore eyes. The only other person I'd ran into since ending up in the bizarro world was Kazuo...and...yeah. Needless to say, that wasn't fun. Guy always did rub me the wrong way..." She shakes her head, quickly putting that behind her. "Still...glad to see there's more of us here." She then looked over to Emma, quickly noticing how much her hair had grown out. At which point her heart may or may not have skipped a beat because damn that was a good look for her. "Whoa...when did that happen? It hasn't been that long since we went into hiding, right? I mean...I ain't complaining but still..."
Of course, what Freyra wasn't aware of was that people from the same world could be pulled in from different points in time. She, in particular, came in from a much earlier point in time than the other two, so her confusion would probably be understandable.
until your hope has died. beat down, until victory is mine
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mma didn't reply to Cissnei as she chided her scolding. The blonde just kept her scowl on the trouble maker while Cissnei backed up her point. Par for the course, Freyra responded in her familiar nonchalant way. It was almost nostalgic. Then she gazed at them like she had just realized who they were. For someone who was actually intelligent somewhere in that head of hers, Freyra could be really slow.
"You never change, do you?" Emma asked rhetorically. Also of note, Freyra had said that Kazuo was here, which meant there were other Turks popping up every where. That was good. If they could finally get them all together then as a group they should be able to easily figure out what was going on around here and deal with the problem. If they wanted to... Admittedly, Emma was in no hurry to go 'home'. She supposed it would depend on the issue. But that could be worried about later. First they needed to establish themselves and stabilize operations. Veld or Tseng would be good to unite them properly under established leadership. But who knew when they'd show up. Cissnei seemed to have been here the longest so far, so she'd likely need to spearhead fortifying their position here. She had mentioned she had already started getting something set up before.
Next Freyra's gaze settled on Emma's hair and she commented on it. Much like Cissnei had when she had first seen it. It was still odd to be hearing remarks about it when she was so used to her longer hair, but none of the Turks had seen her with it before now. She'd always had shorter hair when she was younger.
"Three years, Freyra. Three years since Meteorfall, the last time we saw each other." Emma replied, also not considering that they could be from different points in time. Really, it just seemed so like Freyra to actually forget. Nothing odd there for Emma to pick up on. Emma now turned away from Freyra to face the crowd she had gathered with her 'vulgar' display, her aforementioned long hair swishing and swaying behind her as she did so.
"Alright everyone, shows over! Either get in line or go back to whatever you were doing!" Emma commanded to disperse the crowd of disgusted, yet intrigued, guests. Now if Cissnei could just get Freyra away from the food tables they'd be set to go back to low profile mode.
Cissnei shook her head at the mention of Kazuo. He was certainly one of the odd ones. He certainly made Rod look normal. But she wondered perhaps where the other Turk went. But it was Freyra’s next words that made Cissnei give a little frown. It was not long for Freyra to go into hiding? But for Cissnei and Emma it had been a lot longer. By the sounds of it for Emma even longer…
Even so, seeing them go back and forth like this made her feel at home. It made Cissnei feel a little more whole knowing the others were here. Cissnei now felt like the impossible was possible. It gave her hope that more was out there. But, Cissnei had also been thinking a little about what to do next. It wasn’t much…but she certainly didn’t want to talk about it with people staring.
“Actually… the last time we saw each other is now, isn’t it?” Cissnei stated quietly trying to take the heat out of Emma’s words and trying to prevent further scene from the possible confused reaction it would cause. “That’s what matters.”
While Emma took control of the crowd, Cissnei friendly elbowed Freyra. “How about we take our food over to the standing tables?” She pointed at the tables over by the wall. “We can talk a bit easier about what’s going on there. Besides…” Cissnei gave a teasing smirk, as she eyed Freyra’s plate. “It looks like you have enough to feed a Behemoth.” Cissnei turned her hands clasped behind her back to walk in that direction. “Sharing is caring, as they say.” She suggested sharing the food with her and Emma. But she stopped to look over her shoulder at Freyra and winked. “It is good to see you again.” Her eyes shifted to the crowd Emma fussed at, “And I know Emma feels the same.”
To be honest, Cissnei was more afraid of Freyra getting in a food fight.
It really was nice to see these two again, even with Emma's terse reactions to everything she said and did, and general "already done with your shit"-ness. Though, admittedly, Freyra couldn't really blame her. Freyra did get into quite a few shenanigans at Shinra HQ, some of which probably might have gotten her outright arrested if she had been working pretty much literally anywhere else. In one particular instance, Veld was staring daggers at her for weeks after she and Reno engaged in a prank war that culminated in every single toilet on three different floors violently exploding at once. There was (somehow) no casualties, but it went without saying that a lot of people were not amused.
Somehow, they were able to pin it on Hojo, who just rolled with it. By his own admission, it very well could have been caused by one of his experiments breaking loose while he was busy with something else. If it was, though, he couldn't be bothered to worry about something so "trivial" as a few destroyed bathrooms. Veld knew it wasn't Hojo, and Freyra knew that Veld knew it wasn't Hojo. Veld was not happy. How she didn't lose her job after that was completely beyond her. Maybe she was just that good. Or maybe Veld was secretly relieved that their antics wouldn't be pinned on him. Either way, he made damn sure they behaved after that. For a while, at least.
Either way, Freyra watched in mild amusement as Emma shooed away the crowd, and Freyra decided that maybe she should find a seat where she could actually enjoy all of the food she had gathered for herself. She was looking forward to catching up with Cissnei and Emma, as well as having a chance to compare notes about this strange world they'd been pulled into. While she wasn't really in a hurry to get back home herself, she still wanted to know exactly what the hell was going on and how/why she was dragged to Zephon in the first place. And what random god/goddess/gender-neutral deity she needed to shoot in the face if it really did turn out that she was dragged here with no actual purpose.
However, as they spoke, there was something about some of the things Emma said that really struck her as very odd. At first, she tried to ignore it, figuring she was just overthinking things. But the more she tried not to think about it, the more it started bugging her, so she broke down and asked. "Okay...so...there's something that's bugging me. First of all, what do you mean three years? I'm...90 percent sure we only went into exile like...maybe six months ago? Also, what the heck is a "Meteorfall"? Like...is that a codename for something?...wait, don't tell me they tried to cover up all the damage that Fuhito guy caused by saying it was meteors..."
until your hope has died. beat down, until victory is mine
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he gawkers dispersed quickly enough between Emma's stern attitude now being turned on them and their desire to not be caught staring at someone rudely for too long. Most turned away as if they had only been mildly distracted by Freyra and was no longer on their minds. Emma turned back to the other Turks as Cissnei was guiding Freyra away from the food tables. She remarked how it was good to see her and how Emma felt the same. Emma neither confirmed or denied sharing these sentiments, but instead looked pointedly away from Freyra as they head to their table. That's when Freyra responded to Emma pointing out how long it had been. Emma quirked an eyebrow at Freyra's response.
"Meteorfall. When Sephiroth dropped a huge meteor on the planet? You know I could almost believe you had slept through the whole thing if I hadn't seen you right there evacuating Midgar like the rest of us." Emma replied. Despite how Freyra might act, she was actually an intelligent woman. Emma found it hard to believe she would forget something like that. Though, now that she thought about it, she'd heard some things about memory loss in the people brought over. Maybe that was it?
"Perhaps you lost a few memories on the way here? I heard that might happen to some." she offered. Hopefully it was just a timeline cut off on the memory loss and not a scattered memory loss. She had recognized Emma and Cissnei and remembered Emma's short hair, so that was a good sign. It would be bad if they ended up in a sticky situation and Freyra forgot her training in a particular skill and couldn't perform as expected. Maybe she should be examined?
"Do there seem to be any other holes in your memory?" Emma asked. Honestly, she wished she'd had a bit of memory loss for the last three years, herself. But no, she remembered every torturous second of it.
Cissnei settled herself on one of the stools at the table. She smoothed out her skirts and waited for the others to get settled. As Emma and Freyra spoke, she was more than pleased to steal a bite-sized cake from Freyra’s plate. She softly savored the flavor as she considered the contradictions between the two. “I think…” She started softly, crossing her arms and tilting her chin down in thought. “…one part of it is memory.” She put the ball in Emma’s court. “I lost a bit of mine when I first came here. It feels like the stronger your attachment to the memory, the more likely you keep it. I have regained memories with weaker links when I have met something familiar to that memory. And I also feel I am also forgetting things the longer I progress in this world. It is hard to decide if it is me or a side effect of this world that effects people differently.”
However, …
As typical Turk mediator, she now put the ball in Freyra’s court, eying her plate once more. “I think we are all being pulled out of different time periods. Someone from Gaia mentioned Geostigma. Its nothing I’ve ever heard of. But I’ve seen two other Turks, Isabella and Umbrella, that claim they were new hires after we were deemed ‘dead’. I’ve been pulled during the Meteorfall Crisis. Perhaps…” She tapped her index finger along her chin, eyes looking up in though. “Whatever higher power picked us from certain points with certain memories for reasons that prove useful to them. I only met one of these higher powers however, it left me with more questions. Minerva only knows…Heck perhaps it is Minerva. I don’t know.” But she did. It wasn’t quite Minerva she met and channeled.
She shook her head, “My apologies. I digress. Emma asked if you had any other holes in your memory.” She said pointedly to Freyra, and out of the blue a devious smile crossed her lips. It was as if she was holding back a snarky comment and instead, filled her mouth with a bit of grapes, once more, from Freyra’s plate. Cissnei then skimmed her fingers along the bodice portion of her dress. She removed a roll of paper she stole from the library. Then tucked in her evening gloves, along the underside of her arm, she removed a pen she wrapped in a handkerchief so not to blot herself. “Perhaps we should consolidate what we know of this world? Then organize it so we can find any holes that might need potential in exploring?”
The words she just heard were so insane that she couldn't help but cry out, getting a lot of strange looks from the other guests. Which, granted, she'd gotten a lot already, which was why all that happened was there was a lot of murmuring about "unruly guests" before everyone went back to what they were doing. Freyra, meanwhile, was still trying to wrap her head around what she had just been told. Didn't Sephiroth die in Nibelheim? She was pretty sure she remembered Septhiroth dying in Nibelheim. To a random low-level Shinra grunt, of all things. She wasn't there for the incident itself, but she remembered being absolutely floored upon seeing the aftermath and learning what happened.
Emma went on to mention that it wasn't uncommon for people to come to this world with memory loss. That...might explain it. Maybe? "...I dunno...I mean...now that you mention it, some finer details do seem a bit fuzzy...but...for the most part, it feels like most of my memories are intact. And I'm pretty sure I'd remember something as absurd as that happening. I mean...what's next? President Shinra kicking the bucket and his shitlord of a son taking over? God, I hope not..." Naturally, having been pulled in a good several days beforehand, she had no way of knowing that that was exactly what happened, and it was clear in her tone that she legitimately didn't know anything about it.
As Cissnei went on to further explain about people from the same time, things began making a bit more sense. "...that...might explain it, then. 'cause my last memory before waking up here was waking up to a news report about the Sector 1 reactor getting blown up by some terrorists. After that, I went back to sleep and woke up here. And last I was aware, Sephiroth was still dead, so I don't even know where to begin on how absurd this whole "Meteor" thing sounds..." she paused for a moment, her face twisting as she suddenly finds herself re-evaluating her opinion "...then again...there was the whole Zirconade thing, so maybe that's not so far-fetched...ugh...this is making my brain hurt..."
She let out a sigh "...as for what I know about this place, afraid to say it's not much. I've only been here for...maybe a week and a half. Two weeks tops. And I spent most of it wandering aimlessly and getting a feel for this bizzaro world. Gotta say, though. That Sonora place is kinda fun. Weird how it's so much more advanced than everywhere else, though. Like...I always thought the difference between Midgar and the rest our world was jarring, but this place takes it to a whole other level..."
