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Hearing an unknown voice calling to him within his consciousness, the youngest Rosfield man wondered to whom it belonged. It had a hint of familiarity, but it was too far for him to know where it came from. Because of the strangeness of this situation, he had no choice but to open his eyes and search for the person who had spoken to him in his dream, even if it would cause his heart to break if it happened to be someone he knew from his old life.
To his biggest surprise, Joshua did not find himself in the small room he had paid for at the Hero’s Haven less than a week ago. Instead, he was surrounded by a field of perfectly white snow daisies with mountains rising behind him and the sea briefly touching the coast from where he stood far behind. A light breeze arriving from the North softly brushed over his skin as he fought the urge to shed tears by looking at this recognizable place of an older time.
“No, this can’t be… It looks so much like…”
Joshua couldn’t bring himself to say out loud the name of the capital city of Sanbreque, fearing of waking up in this old plain bed he took refuge in last night only to realize that Clive and the others were not with him anymore in this unknown world he still hasn’t come to accept as his ‘new home”.
“Why was I even brought here? I share no links with this place, nor do I accord great importance to this land covered in snow daisies… Ha, perhaps I am becoming crazy after all. Or, at least, enough to confound reality with a mere dream that appears to be the same field where I sent Clive and Jill on a little courtship before the grand battle against Ultima. My brother would be profoundly disappointed in me if he saw how scared I am towards living a life without him and the others by my side like the times of yore…”
Post by Midadol Telamon on Oct 30, 2023 2:44:03 GMT -6
"Still busy savin' the world, then?"
Engineering Prodigy
The petals of the snow daisies swirled in the breeze for a moment, touching against leather clad leggings of a figure that stood behind Josh. Not a figure that made a lot of sense, given where Josh was dreaming of, really. Midadol Telamon had never really been to the field of daisies. She hadn't even really visited Sanbreque. And yet, undoubtedly, Mid was there, as she walked across the grass, the soft sound of crunching soil and flowers beneath her boots.
"You weren't brought here, you absolute toolbox," Mid suddenly said as she approached behind him. "It's a dream, i'nt it? It's not supposed to make sense," she added, hands on her hips as she gazed at him. "You in't never 'ad a dream what makes no sense before?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
She turned for a moment, walking away, and threw her hands in the air. "I swear, you Eikons, you lot think everythin' is some kinda vision quest or super important to the fabric of the universe. I don' mean to be the one to break this t' you, but sometimes, you jus' ate too much cheese 'fore bed, y'know?" she pointed out.
She turned back around to look at him, her long ponytail almost whipping around her. "But, since I'm 'ere, you might as well ask yer questions. I mean, you musta imagined a genius fer a reason, right?" she asked. "Jus' don't go kissin' me 'and again, alright? I might just be a figment o' yer imagination but I still remember 'ow awkward that 'ole thing was," she added, jabbing a finger in his direction and levelling her gaze at him.
[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Joshua continued contemplating the scenery before him for a while, troubled by the fact that he might be back in the Holy Empire of Sanbreque. It had never occurred to him that this place could be a dream, one that he would have liked not to wake up from if that meant seeing Clive and the others alive and safe in this new dimension. Even though he had prayed many times to Meteia for it to happen, it never did, and for the first time in his life, he saw dreams as a crueller torture than reality itself.
As he was about to explore some more of the snow daisies’ field, a familiar voice called out his name, and immediately, he turned himself around to get the better of the person who came to meet him. To his biggest surprise, it was not his brother, nor Jill, nor Dion, nor anybody else he knew from his childhood, that stood before him, but a teenage girl whose child’s face, her long braided blonde hair, and her sparkling blue eyes Joshua could never forget.
“Mid? Is that you?” He asked, taking a closer look at her to make himself sure that he was not hallucinating things again, and once that was confirmed, he sighed in great relief and smiled. “It really is you... But how…? I thought I was the only one who knew of this place.” He cheerfully added, knowing it was he who recommended this place to Clive a long time ago so that he would go on a date with Jill right before their imminent departure to Origin. Who would have thought it’d be their last time together in this lifetime…
Joshua took a step closer to the girl, analyzing each of the words coming out of her mouth to know exactly what was going on in this distorted reality. “I see… So, what you ought to tell me is that the place we are currently in is only the product of my imagination, correct?” He asked, then nodded to her conclusive answer. “Oh, and let us not forget that you were sent in my dream to answer all my questions concerning this strange dimension I have fallen into. That is… quite hard to believe, if I may say. Although, I trust your words that you are telling me the truth despite everything not being real now.” Even if the odds were against him, he had to take a chance and know what had happened to him and the others right after the battle against Ultima.
“Tell me, Mid. Did we win the war back in Valisthea?” He asked her, pausing for a moment to hear her answer before he went on to ask his next question. “What about the others? Did they… Did they survive? Did you survive, Mid?”
Post by Midadol Telamon on Nov 5, 2023 13:14:40 GMT -6
"Still busy savin' the world, then?"
Engineering Prodigy
Mid threw her arms in the air and rolled her eyes dramatically as she turned away from Joshua for a moment as he asked if it was her. "Great Greagor's Gash, give me strength!" she remarked, before turning back to him. "Of course it in't really me," she said with a sigh. "I told you. Yer dreamin'. Of me, apparently, which, bein' honest, is a bit weird," she went on. "You fancy me or sumthin'?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "'cause you princely lot, y'know, with all your 'm'lady' bollocks, you in't really my type,"
"I in't tellin' you nowt. Literally, really. I told you. This is your dream. You just made me up. Only person who's tellin' you anythin' is you. And usin' me to do it, apparently,"she shrugged, as if the entire thing was not really her problem.
And that was when he asked his next question, and she threw her arms up in the air again.
"'Ow the 'ell should I know!?"she asked back."You weren't there, so I weren't there. You're imaginin' me, so I only know what you know. An' I 'ave no idea what 'appened back in Valisthea. But, like I said, imagined or not, I'm still a genius. So figurin' you probably imagined me to 'elp you figure this 'ole Zephron thing out," she explained.
"See, the question in't 'did I survive'? The question is, 'did you survive'? 'cause I'm pretty sure I remember you dyin'. And if I remember it, you remember it, 'cause, like I told you before, we're t' same person, me n' you," she said, gesturing between them. "I'm jus' prettier," and then she paused. "'EY! If that was me sayin' that 'cause your subconcious thinks I'm pretty, you can knock that on the head right now. I told you, you in't my type!" Mid insisted quickly.
"Anyway, point is, if you din't survive, but you still ended up 'ere, the question you wanna be askin' is 'ow? And if you ended up 'ere, who else? Got no reason to think it was jus' you, right? 'specially not if it's 'cause you died. I'm more of a cogs n' screwdrivers girl me, than one of them religious types, but I'm pretty sure if there's a heaven, this in't it," she went on. "So, what you gotta askin yerself is 'ow you got 'ere and why. Is it 'cause you died? Were it Ultima? An' more importantly, if you got sent 'ere, 'oo else did too? You don't know 'oo else might be runnin' 'round out there," Mid pointed out.
[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Joshua sighed, then nodded in approval to Mid’s comment. “You’re right… It is only a dream in which both of us are for reasons that I have yet to understand.” The fact that the person in front of him was a mere illusion who replicated the same Telamon girl from real life raised more questions than it did with answers. The young Rosfield boy thought it had been Meteia who tried sending him a message to keep him from thinking of the past and start his life anew without the burden of being the Phoenix's vessel in this unknown world. “Meteia, what exactly are you trying to tell me with this vision…” He mumbled under his breath, his eyes lingering at the sky in search of any sign that could lead him to this final truth.
As Joshua was about to add another comment on this strange situation they were in, Mid “Wait, Mid! That’s not-” He started saying, blushing in embarrassment as to what the young engineer girl was implying with her words. “Why does it always end with a misunderstanding whenever I try to speak with you?” He whispered to himself before clearing his throat in an attempt to keep his cool demeanor in front of her. “If it can reassure you, I only see you like a younger sibling. Additionally, you are not the kind of lady I would fancy if I were to ever date someone in this lifetime.”
The Pheonix’s vessel did not want to elaborate on this topic any longer, and instead diverted their conversation back to the main topic they were discussing just a couple of minutes ago, which was what the hell he was doing here in this place he called 'the black hole.'
“If we both don’t know why you have appeared in my dream, we’re up for a really good start…” He joked in great bitterness, having yet to comprehend the meaning behind all of this if it were to only torture him more about the disappearance of his brother and their friends following the battle against Ultima. “I need to think some more about it.”
While Mid continued with her usual banter, Joshua analyzed each of the clues given to him, whether it was hidden in his surroundings or just a word the other person had said amidst their weird conversation. He examined everything he could possibly see or hear in hopes of finding the answer to his unresolved question.
“Hold on, Mid. What did you say just now?” He suddenly asked the Telamon girl, catching up on the bits of sentences she was throwing at him, such as ‘not the only one’ and ‘ask yourself how and why you got here.’ Everything seemed to bring him back to the very purpose of his existence: finding out the truth, and that's what he intended to do until he would be reunited with his people in the world of Zephon.
“I know exactly what I need to do now.” He stated, lifting his eyes so that his gaze would cross Mid’s angelic face one last time in anticipation of his awakening once the dream would come to an end. “Mid… Thank you for everything.” The man smiled, joy filling his eyes after longing for a goal that would keep him alive in this new reality without his loyal allies by his side. “Please tell my brother to not worry about me, alright?”
Post by Midadol Telamon on Feb 21, 2024 2:42:44 GMT -6
"Still busy savin' the world, then?"
Engineering Prodigy
Mid seemed to stand there and watch as Joshua tried to puzzle out what was going on. He reached out to Meteia asking for help understanding the vision, and again, Mid sighed, shook her head and couldn't help but grin. "Greagor, give me strength..." she muttered. "Look, it in't exactly airship science. Do I have to spell it out for you?" she asked, stepping towards him a little, putting her hands on her hips as she glared at him, her long ponytail swinging freely behind her, as if bursting with as much bubbling energy as Mid usually contained within herself. "You came to a whole new world under mystery circumstances. An' therefore, it's smart to think you in't the only one," Mid outlined. "Go find t'others," she insisted, waving her arms as if shooing him to start moving off in a direction into the dream field. Although, of course, she meant in the real world.
When he protested that he didn't see Mid romantically, she couldn't resist teasing him back of course. "Oh, I see? Too rough 'round the edges fer yer, am I?" she said playfully. "Guessin' you want one of them princess types, huh? All fancy gowns an' tiaras an' stuff?" she asked. "I'll 'ave you know, I can be right proper girly when I wanna be. Or did y'think lookin' after hair this long were easy?" she questioned teasingly, a smirk dancing across her lips. 'Right proper girly' was not something Mid would ever usually describe herself as; she was a well known tomboy, said hair not withstanding, but she couldn't resist poking at Joshua a little.
Plus, she wasn't real, so she could totally get away with stuff like that.
Fortunately, it seemed that Joshua was beginning to figure out his next path. Which was good, because Dream-Mid didn't have a Dream-Spanner to beat him over the head with it. When he finally figured it out, she cocked her hips to the side and gave him a bright smile. But the smile faded when he told her to say hi to his brother for him.
"Oh for the love of Gregor's great hairy-" she began, and sighed. "I already told you, I in't real! I can't say hi to yer brother anymore than you can. So, you want me to say hi to him, you're gonna have to find 'im, 'cause I'm part of you, in't I? Which is still super weird, by the way," she noted, with a bit of a shrug. "I mean, seriously. Most people 'ave spirit guides that are animals, or gods or spirits or whatever, but nope, you got a spirit animal that just so 'appens to be a teenage engineer who you claim to totally not fancy but clearly 'ave the 'ots for," she remarked.
"Yer a weird boy, Joshua Rosfield," she stated. "Now git out there an' find yer brother, or next time, I'm gonna bring me a Dream Hammer to hit you over your stupid Dream 'Ead with 'til you get it," she finished. And then she slowly faded away.
Just to suddenly reappear.
"Oh, an' one more thing! 'Younger sibling'!? 'YOUNGER sibling'!? You listen 'ere, Joshua Redfield, you might be a might few years older than me, but we all know yer the team baby, an' don't you forget it!" she added, fading away again.
[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Joshua couldn’t contain his laughter at the sight of the young Telamon girl getting angry at the fact that she couldn’t help him with his answers, even if she had wanted to (or not) in this case. “It seems to me that you’ve already given me a solution to my numerous issues in this strange reality, Mid. Thank you.”
Although the Phoenix was thanking her for her one-sided help in this unrealistic situation, his words also had a deeper meaning to it, one he had hoped to tell her at their meeting when everyone was saying their goodbyes to their loved ones, whether it included old or new companions in this diversified group of people standing at the docks while they prayed for their safe return following Ultima’s annihilation. “I trust your words and shall do everything in my power to find everyone else in this world people call Zephon… but just this once, allow me to live my life according to my own principles, a life where I am only known as Joshua and not as the ‘Phoenix of the Rosfield family’ whose title followed me during all of my pitiful life, even after my unfortunate death at Ultima’s lair.”
If there was only one regret Joshua held in the afterlife, it was clearly the fact of trying to live a more normal life in Rosalith without the burden and obligations his new identity imposed on him as soon as he had been born into this world. He had wished to live a modest life while traveling around the world to discover its mythical areas and landscapes that he had only read in books inside his father’s study when he was just a sick child under his mother’s suffocating embrace. Oh how innocent of a person he was back in the day…
The young man lifted his eyes again to look directly into Mid’s blue orbs, holding her gaze like he used to when they first met at the old abandoned house with Akashics’ crawling all around the place in this ghost-like town. He sure did make a fool out of himself in front of Cid’s daughter at this embarrassing reunion between the Cursebreakers and the Rosfield household. “You are a lovely person, Mid, whose beauty can unmatch all of the ladies in Rosaria and beyond. Though, as I’ve once said before, I do not hold any other feelings than that of a brother and his sister in this case. My heart may belong to another person that I have yet to meet in this life, who knows.”
Another chuckle escaped the young Rosfield man's lips. “You have my word. Though Clive might have a hard time believing me being resuscitated again in this life.”
