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Post by Claire Farron on Jan 12, 2024 20:07:16 GMT -6
"Clarissa"
Clarissa Gaiden: The Girl Who Lost Everything
Clarissa's eyes lit up and she seemed rather excited. Sure, he did say 'prospective', she heard that but what mattered? "He said girlfriend!" her inner thoughts rather clear on her visage. Caius had effectively captured her complete attention, gazing into his eyes rather excitedly. "I remember...that. Outside of the concrete jungle, those who live rurally in Sonoran lands face similar issues. I also remember...fighting a Behemoth while trying to get away, to Provo." the mix of surprise and awe in her voice, was underscored by visible anxiety. Who was she, truly?
In fact, when Caius reminded her that she told him to call her Claire, she smiled bashfully, gently combing her fingers through her hair. "...I know." a quiet confession, left with hesitancy. She wanted to differentiate herself from...Claire but that'd be difficult. "What if I'm not really her?" the confusion was clear as memories were surfacing then submerging. In the wake of such, an unimaginable battle was in full bloom, beneath the surface.
"...For some reason, I'm always living in pieces. Each fragment refracting different parts of me yet I'm seldom viewed as a whole. Zephon's not made that any better since my arrival." Reflecting on events that flowed through her mind, she noted Caius' reply to her cryptic remark with a gentle nod. Even with her memories scrambled, hidden, and then viewed through the lens of another, hearing Serah's name sparked something innate inside her.
"Serah's heart and soul, yes, I became a crystal tomb to protect her. When I arrived here, I thought she was still with me but she wasn't, she was here and whole. That left me confused, how did I...a mere fragment, exist without her? I think in this world, I was never a fragment. Though I did have room for one more, where Serah would be. That's probably it, a shame that this monster is concealing stuff. Sometimes I have lucid moments and then..." the familarity, that hint that Lumina was there, seemed to fade into darkness. It would be easier to see as Caius had been observing. A subtle but notable shift in body language, denoting which memories were informing her thoughts.
Reinard was also observing, silently in contemplation as he gauged the exchange between the two. Nothing he saw dissuaded his conclusion of Caius being 'good medicine'. The pangs in his heart, seeing Clarissa's body language, hearing her voice, matured given the passage of time. Of course it hurt. Though he had to pursue this, to learn the true nature of what was happening. The idea that his biological niece, whom he had thought was lost, was present in some fashion...all this time...
He felt tears well up but it was best not to be hasty. Caius had his own matters to tend to and didn't live here after all. Commuting back and forth would be a hassle, he was sure but it seemed Caius was committed and that's all he could ask. The few who knew he'd adopted an Outlander, wondered if it was solely to bury the grief. There were alternatives to secure his family's assets, ways to find the one pulling the strings of those assassins. Yet he didn't bother and left those in the know to question, why?
"She is here or at least was. Like you, she seems to commute back and forth to her own home. There's another sister, yes? Well...'sister', she is Claire. I didn't think it was possible for two versions of Outlanders to here. Yet it explains why someone sought to kidnap her back then. To learn how the summoning of Outlanders work and use it, I can't tell you how much I've heard such talk over the years. Scientists here and in Provo, constantly researching."
Reinard sighs, shaking his head.
"No matter what we discover next, I'd prefer if this Claire, remains as Clarissa when in Sonora. For safety and for the chance to change these lands for the better."
Post by Caius Dragelion on Jan 12, 2024 20:59:48 GMT -6
The Dragonblade
So long as they can do so while preventing the parasite’s spread, he’d take her wherever. But was that a glimmer in her eye he saw when he called her “prospective girlfriend”? Was there something wrong with him saying that? She had used the prospective boyfriend phrase after all. He had been sassing her back, and yet she seemed kind of… Happy? He wasn’t sure. Then again, everything to do with Clairemina seemed to scream “I don’t know.”
But Clarissa’s identity crisis continued. Was she Clarissa? Was she Lumina? Lightning? Claire? To be frank, Caius didn’t know that either. All he could think of was what he said back on their date. Before it became a date. So, taking a breath, Caius, hesitantly as he wasn’t used to touch, steadily brought an arm around her shoulder to try and comfort her. It had worked when she was dealing with the parasite before, right?
“You’re you. That’s all there is to it", he spoke softly. “You are Lightning. You are Lumina. You are Claire. And maybe somewhere inside you, part of Clarissa is there too. Whether it’s just memories of what she was before materializing, or there’s a soul somewhere there. You’ve kept that name and legacy alive. Focus on that, and what you can do going forward.”
He took a deep breath as his arm slowly slid off. Since this was still “Clarissa” he didn’t want to hold contact too long if it may make that side uncomfortable, and he wasn’t used to it either.
So it was Claire, the smaller one, that commutted back and forth. Who was privy to all of this, it seems.
“Do Serah and the smaller Claire know?” he repeated, then. It was best he knew and understood. Did they know about all this? The double life? About Clarissa?
“The name she takes is up to her. Only she can decide her identity, name included. What she calls herself, how she presents, what she wears, who she dates, what she does… That’s what being in control of your identity, and your path, is all about.”
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"Now that's not right. You're not supposed to throw your life away."
Post by Claire Farron on Jan 13, 2024 20:51:01 GMT -6
"Clarissa"
Clarissa Gaiden: The Girl Who Lost Everything
"Oh, thank you." Clarissa remarks after Caius put an arm around her shoulder. She did feel more at ease, able to listen to the words of wisdom. She was puzzled at first by the mention that she was her? Though as he clarified, she let out a soft hum. The idea that someone else was keeping her legacy alive, made for conflicting emotions. In part, the idea of being impersonated, to have her everything taken by another was as distressing, as it was disheartening. Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment as she took the time to consider alternatives.
When Caius pulled his arm away, she briefly looked towards him, then to her uncle. Empathy allowed her to imagine how her remaining relatives must have felt. After all, she thought she had died right there at Mount Hotan, before being able to unite with him and Lorenzo. She couldn't remember another girl who looked like her, that is...until she closed her eyes.
Flashback: "What's happening?!" Clarissa had cried out, panicked and confused.
"You just don't stay dead, huh? How many decoys do you have, Miss Fairborn? Well, doesn't matter, we'll finish the job tonight." after these words, she felt a searing heat along her chest. Blood...She fell to her knees, her assailants making haste to leave without leaving much evidence behind. Frantically her eyes darted about, settling upon a body...barely breathing...
"...me?" this shocking thought, of seeing herself or at least what she thought was her, became her final memory before she succumbed to darkness. When she opened her eyes, her heart was racing and she looked a bit pale. "The nice lady, Serah and my...twin, I guess? They know." Clarissa remarks, cutting into the conversation.
"...'I' told them, personally. Sometime after the dinner, I wanted Miss Serah to check on my guest, because she's an Outlander who is suffering memory issues worse than mines. We don't even know what her real name is exactly. Poor Luna." lowly she moved her hands to her lap, hands intertwining carefully.
Her Uncle wanted her to continue to be Clarissa, because the prejudice for an Outlander here was immense. As for what she wanted? Clarity. She could see pieces of her time, like a spectator of sorts but there were too many blank points to sort through. Enough that a headache was starting to come over her. Worse, she was remembering event she was certain weren't hers.
"When Claire arrived in Zephon, she awoke at a temple and cared for by some Monks. I can remember their faces, shocked because of where in the temple I was. I also remember...the Monster, she was there, stealing mana from the world to make herself stronger while suppressing Lightning further. Did she leave something behind perhaps...? It took awhile to recover and there was a caravan of scholars who Claire accompanied to Sonora. They stopped in Mount Hotan and...huh, blank. After that, I just remember watching without any awareness." Based on her recollection, the idea that she was...herself, left her more conflicted. Pieces were being obscured but pain filled her chest.
"...A precious friend...I was disavowed, wait not I, Lightning was...because of this...Parasite?" she paused, shook her head vigorously.
"None of this makes sense, I beat this parasite, with Serah. I was resting...Or was I being experimented on in an old mansion...Both? I did escape that mansion...Cuore, I helped her before checking in." Yet mystery after mystery popped up.
What did she do on the way to checking in and with who? A glance to Reinhard solved some of it, she went back to Sonora. Then when did she return to Provo to speak with Serah? Had Serah gone to check on Lightning...? Something like that. Then lots of darkness, this must have been what it was like for those who couldn't remember the old world.
Post by Caius Dragelion on Jan 13, 2024 21:46:17 GMT -6
The Dragonblade
This was just beyond confusing. The more she went on, the less that Caius understood. Unfortunately, he didn’t know if his words helped, since he was talking to someone that believed her main consciousness was Clarissa. Whatever the parasite had done while he was pushing it back, was…
Was he at fault for this? Had he pushed it to do that? It was necessary, she’d never be able to walk around without risk of spreading the infection otherwise. And she’d never forgive herself if people died from the scourge because of her. But he wished he had been able to do so without Lumina losing herself. Even if the woman before him was still Lumina, and Clarissa seemed perfectly nice, he still missed Lumina as she was.
It seemed her sisters knew, then. And had known for longer than he did. He supposed that was natural, they were her sisters. And while he was the “prospective boyfriend” he was still, comparatively, a stranger. But something she said caught his attention…
The guest. They were called Luna. A known nickname for… And they were a healer capable of handling the starscourge? While it was true it may not be her real name, it was still a lead worth looking into. “I would like to meet this guest when possible. I have a theory I want to confirm. Or at the least, give her some tips for how long she should allow herself to be exposed to the scourge” Caius brought up then. But truthfully, the tips thing was a formality. If she had been actively tending to scourge victims for this long, without knowledge… She would already have joined the victims. The fact she wasn’t already in that situation told him a great deal.
Was she an Oracle? Better yet, the very Oracle that had died when he was but a child? A death that had heralded the calamity that soon overtook his entire life.
The rest of Clarissa’s statement came off as rambling to Caius, but he did catch one thing.
“I accidentally carved an escape route for Lumina in the mansion about a year back, before we met officially” Caius brought up to try and jog her memory. “I had tunnel vision, my partner-business partner I mean, as well as another friend, had been captured and were being held unconscious there. I am…”
He smiled sheepishly. “A touch reckless about those I care for. I destroyed everything between myself and them, and didn’t even realize someone else was there until after the fact.”
Regrettably. If he had met Lumina earlier… Could he have stopped this?
