Suddenly, without even so much of a warning, Emiri woke up, but there was more to that. She would pretty much rush to a sitting-up position. This would prompt her to be released from Jaakuna’s grasp and vice versa. It was safe to assume that Jaakuna was shocked at the surprise that Emiri had presented. He would look at her as he would also sit up, and it seemed like she just woke up from a bad dream or something. Jaakuna would see that her hands were shaking.
“Emiri, what’s wrong?” Jaakuna would ask, He had this weird idea that Emiri woke up from such a bad dream, but Jaakuna didn’t have the slightest clue of what it was about or how it would even make her feel so shakey as it obviously is right now.
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A moment that seemed like it could last forever, both Jaakuna and Emiri held each other in their arms. They both would stay like this until they would eventually fall asleep, more so Jaakuna than Emiri. This was because Jaakuna was so exhausted from the day’s events that he just couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. It would lead him to not hold Emiri in such a tight embrace. The release of the tightness would motion Jaakuna to turn on his back and he would lay peacefully as he would sleep, knowing tomorrow’s events will probably either have slowness to it or they will be just as eventful as the day’s past had been.
Morning came to Ivalice, the sun shining down on all parts that allowed it to. Though every viable place would welcome sunlight, it would not be all sunshine and bunnies in one portion of the world of Ivalice. Within Archadia the tension was so intense that one cold cut it with a plastic knife. Though some aspects of the previous day’s events were highly rewarded by Emperor Vincent, there were just some things that he couldn’t overlook. There one that really angered to no degree was the betrayal of Savayna. After Rozarria had sent word, Vincent nearly lost his cool in the night. He was cursing up a storm, and just everything about it made him realize that how much he really valued Savayna as a subordinate. However, he simply couldn’t overlook this, not anymore.
In his office, the sun beaming down upon it, the position of the sun could give away the time of day. It was pretty early in the morning, not even past eight O’Clock. In the room, aside Vincent, who sits in at his desk, are Judge Magister Isaiah Ixion Darcone and Judge Magister Brandon Bahamut Ira Darcone. All three members of the house Darcone that currently reside in Archadia are present and things were about to get nasty on the planning stages.
“Dearest cousin, and respected grandfather, you both know why I have requested both you to meet me here.” Vincent would state as he sits at his desk and his cousin and grandfather stand left to right of another respectively.
Opening his mouth, Hamut speaks. “My grandson, your whore of a general has yet again failed you. Have you no shame?” Hamut speaks bluntly.
“Whoa, Grandpa, let’s not throw blame games around. We should have known this was coming. She, is after all, in leagues with the disgraced prince.” Ixion offered up, hoping to sort of calm whatever angle his grandfather was going for.
Hamut looked towards his grandson with a somewhat angry look. “Have you no shame either, Isaiah? Bringing up HIS name in front of his majesty?” Hamut barked.
Isaiah really didn’t take it into account. “I’m sorry Grandfather.” He said with an apologetic tone.
Vincent cleared his throat, signaling the both of them to cease their bickering. “This is not why I have summoned the two of you here. We must address the matter of Savayna betrayal and the unfortunate actions that must be taken.” Vincent spoke as he stood up from his desk. “Due to the lack of results we’re getting from our truce with the Rozarrian Empire, I have already made up my mind that the truce between our two empires has no more benefits.” Vincent spoke.
Hamut, shocked at what his grandson had just said, spoke his piece. “My grandson, do you really think that this is wise of you to do? Think of the advantages we get from that truce.” He spoke, almost pleading with his grandson to reconsider.
Vincent smiled and laughed a bit. “Grandfather, you misunderstand my words. I said I have made up my mind about the matter, but I said not anything of informing them about my decision.” He said smirking. “Please, Grandfather, give me more credit than what you just did.”
Hamut smiled and was a little surprised at how underhanded his grandson truly was. “My apologies.” He simply said.
Vincent nodded and would proceed to other matters. “Now, we must shift our focus to some other pressing matters. “ He said closing his eyes and then reopening them as he proceeded to walk around his desk and in front of it, stopping dead center. “In yesterday’s events, we gained an esper, but lost two. We must evaluate what must be done about this.” He said.
Before Isaiah would get the opportunity to speak, Hamut would go first. “Do not worry my grandson, we will claim the most espers. I will see to it personally that we acquire them before anyone else doe.” Said Hamut vowing to get more espers than anyone will get the chance to.
Vincent smiled and believed his grandfather’s words. “Very good. Now, I dismiss you two. I must do deep thinking about today.” He said as the two judges would be dismissed.
As they would leave, Vincent turned to face the balcony. He would take ten paces, walking around his desk, and stepping out onto the balcony. Staring at the city of Archades, Vincent breathed in and out. He would just do this for a few times over until his body was a calm center free of anything negative. Then he would place his hands on the edge of the balcony and then would look down. Vincent couldn’t place it, but he felt like the people down below, walking, driving, and going about their days..”Insects. All of them.” Vincent’s face grew with much displeasure and disgust. He wanted to just kill every last one of them, but Vincent couldn’t and in all honesty, he really wasn’t angry at them, but rather the betrayal the Savayna had done. It hit him harder than he’s willing to admit. However, Vincent must put on a brave man’s face and keep on truckin.
As Vincent would walk back inside, he would sit at his desk just waiting for whatever things to come later in the day to arrive already.
On the Ifrit, morning sun shined upon the ship. The wonderful feeling of waking up would inhabit every single person. It would be felt from those in the barracks to Jaakuna and Emiri in Jaak’s room, it would especially be welcomed upon those two. They had spent the night together and as one Jaakuna would wake up, he would feel refreshed and he would see that Emiri was clinging to him..literally. Her legs wrapped around his right leg, and arms on his chest. Jaakuna also found his arms holding her as well. Jaakuna just kept the position as he didn’t want to wake her up. Plus, he just wanted to stay in this position as long as he could.
Morning came to Ivalice, the sun shining down on all parts that allowed it to. Though every viable place would welcome sunlight, it would not be all sunshine and bunnies in one portion of the world of Ivalice. Within Archadia the tension was so intense that one cold cut it with a plastic knife. Though some aspects of the previous day’s events were highly rewarded by Emperor Vincent, there were just some things that he couldn’t overlook. There one that really angered to no degree was the betrayal of Savayna. After Rozarria had sent word, Vincent nearly lost his cool in the night. He was cursing up a storm, and just everything about it made him realize that how much he really valued Savayna as a subordinate. However, he simply couldn’t overlook this, not anymore.
In his office, the sun beaming down upon it, the position of the sun could give away the time of day. It was pretty early in the morning, not even past eight O’Clock. In the room, aside Vincent, who sits in at his desk, are Judge Magister Isaiah Ixion Darcone and Judge Magister Brandon Bahamut Ira Darcone. All three members of the house Darcone that currently reside in Archadia are present and things were about to get nasty on the planning stages.
“Dearest cousin, and respected grandfather, you both know why I have requested both you to meet me here.” Vincent would state as he sits at his desk and his cousin and grandfather stand left to right of another respectively.
Opening his mouth, Hamut speaks. “My grandson, your whore of a general has yet again failed you. Have you no shame?” Hamut speaks bluntly.
“Whoa, Grandpa, let’s not throw blame games around. We should have known this was coming. She, is after all, in leagues with the disgraced prince.” Ixion offered up, hoping to sort of calm whatever angle his grandfather was going for.
Hamut looked towards his grandson with a somewhat angry look. “Have you no shame either, Isaiah? Bringing up HIS name in front of his majesty?” Hamut barked.
Isaiah really didn’t take it into account. “I’m sorry Grandfather.” He said with an apologetic tone.
Vincent cleared his throat, signaling the both of them to cease their bickering. “This is not why I have summoned the two of you here. We must address the matter of Savayna betrayal and the unfortunate actions that must be taken.” Vincent spoke as he stood up from his desk. “Due to the lack of results we’re getting from our truce with the Rozarrian Empire, I have already made up my mind that the truce between our two empires has no more benefits.” Vincent spoke.
Hamut, shocked at what his grandson had just said, spoke his piece. “My grandson, do you really think that this is wise of you to do? Think of the advantages we get from that truce.” He spoke, almost pleading with his grandson to reconsider.
Vincent smiled and laughed a bit. “Grandfather, you misunderstand my words. I said I have made up my mind about the matter, but I said not anything of informing them about my decision.” He said smirking. “Please, Grandfather, give me more credit than what you just did.”
Hamut smiled and was a little surprised at how underhanded his grandson truly was. “My apologies.” He simply said.
Vincent nodded and would proceed to other matters. “Now, we must shift our focus to some other pressing matters. “ He said closing his eyes and then reopening them as he proceeded to walk around his desk and in front of it, stopping dead center. “In yesterday’s events, we gained an esper, but lost two. We must evaluate what must be done about this.” He said.
Before Isaiah would get the opportunity to speak, Hamut would go first. “Do not worry my grandson, we will claim the most espers. I will see to it personally that we acquire them before anyone else doe.” Said Hamut vowing to get more espers than anyone will get the chance to.
Vincent smiled and believed his grandfather’s words. “Very good. Now, I dismiss you two. I must do deep thinking about today.” He said as the two judges would be dismissed.
As they would leave, Vincent turned to face the balcony. He would take ten paces, walking around his desk, and stepping out onto the balcony. Staring at the city of Archades, Vincent breathed in and out. He would just do this for a few times over until his body was a calm center free of anything negative. Then he would place his hands on the edge of the balcony and then would look down. Vincent couldn’t place it, but he felt like the people down below, walking, driving, and going about their days..”Insects. All of them.” Vincent’s face grew with much displeasure and disgust. He wanted to just kill every last one of them, but Vincent couldn’t and in all honesty, he really wasn’t angry at them, but rather the betrayal the Savayna had done. It hit him harder than he’s willing to admit. However, Vincent must put on a brave man’s face and keep on truckin.
As Vincent would walk back inside, he would sit at his desk just waiting for whatever things to come later in the day to arrive already.
On the Ifrit, morning sun shined upon the ship. The wonderful feeling of waking up would inhabit every single person. It would be felt from those in the barracks to Jaakuna and Emiri in Jaak’s room, it would especially be welcomed upon those two. They had spent the night together and as one Jaakuna would wake up, he would feel refreshed and he would see that Emiri was clinging to him..literally. Her legs wrapped around his right leg, and arms on his chest. Jaakuna also found his arms holding her as well. Jaakuna just kept the position as he didn’t want to wake her up. Plus, he just wanted to stay in this position as long as he could.
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Tamer
Name: Carlos “Trip” Rodriguez
Age: 16
Appearance:
Personality:
Some could say that Trip is modest, humble, and gentle. They are right about all of those things. His ideals are not large ones, but they are his own. People think that because he looks the way he does it means that he is rough around the edges and no compassion, but that’s quite the opposite. He’s full of love, compassion, and most of all, kindness. However, he’s very insecure about a lot of things, mainly about his physical appearance and how people assume a lot of things. Some could even say that Trip sometimes hides his true self in fear that people will take advantage of him, which sometimes they actually do that.
In the company of his family and friends, Trip is reserved. He holds himself at bay for any type of conversation, and he’s not good meeting strangers. Easily frightened and often insecure about meeting new people. Again, that’s where the insecurity comes to play. He’s even shy around his family sometimes. He feels as if they don’t truly understand him. He often feels alone and frightened by change and anything that is related to change. His family notices it and they try to bring him out of his shell, but they fail almost every time.
Despite all of this, Trip has a very gentle soul and he shows that when he’s around animals or when he’s doing things that he loves to do. For example, when he’s writing his poetry or listening to music, he doesn’t become loud and vocal. He’s as quiet as can be and makes sure he’s respectful. Like, seriously; his guy is so insecure about being around people, and drawing attention to himself. So, he’s not going to do something that would otherwise prompt people to notice him any more than they have to. He mainly listens to teen-angst punk music, sappy pop-punk, and instrumentals of his favorite anime.
Partnered to: Liollmon
Backstory:
Being born into the Spanish, Islamic, Greek, Canadian, Mexican, and Argentinean heritage, it’s no surprise that Trip has a big family. His mom, born of the name Ashley Gabrielle Montoya, has roots of Spanish, Canadian, and Greek within her blood. His dad, born of the name, Carlos Rex Shuki Rodriguez, has roots of Islamic, Mexican, and Argentinean within his blood. The combined effort had thus created Trip, who’s birth name is actually Carlos, but he chose the name Trip because he didn’t want to be just another kid in a Mexican country. It’s weird, but he finds pride that he is different.
Along the years, he grew up in Mexico City, Mexico. Now, one can assume that it really wasn’t that good of a childhood with the Drug Cartel always causing murders here and murders there. Trip just ignored it like anybody should. He didn’t want to get involved so that’s why he just adapted the shy persona he became known for. Sadly, this is also what led to a lot of unhappy birthdays. Even though he put on a happy face, he was unhappy for a lot of days.
Other:
Likes
Anime
Listening to music
Reading Poetry
Writing Poetry
“Alone time”
Spicy food(not too spicy, though)
Dislikes
Crowds
Meeting more than one person at a time
Super salty food
Flying in an airplanes
Digimon
Name/Species: Popomon
Appearance: see rookie form
Personality:
Liollmon is a curious, protective, and very stubborn digimon. He will explore till his little heart is past content and he will do so to every data of his being. He's a lion-like Digimon/cat, so the curious nature will take full charge, and because he is a lion-like digimon, his protective instincts are off the charts. He will always protect either what is his or those he cares about the most. He will never waver and the fighting spirit he has within himself will always lead him to protect his possessions. Of course, his fighting spirit might also make him come off as stubborn. Sometimes, that's not a bad thing, but it can be. Just cause he won't ever back down, this could mean in a variety of ways. If there's a point he's trying to get across, he won't back down. He will also never let anything go. That's how his stubbornness comes into play in a negative way.
As he will evolve, his personality will alter just slightly. As Liamon, his protective instincts are more dominant, but he also becomes a little more aggressive. Don't think just cause he is aggressive that his judgment is clouded. He will defend his friends right down to every data within his being.He is more violent in his champion form, but that's cause he doesn't want anyone to harm his friends. Now, that's where his stubbornness comes into play. He will keep on going even if he is injured. Sometimes, that can obviously be a bad thing, but to him he sees it as being strong.
As LoaderLeomon, not much really changes. He remains protective, stubborn, and just overall like a lion. The main difference is a sense of justice comes into his being. It's not dominant, but it's still there, and as is his unwavering fighting spirit.
When in his mega form, BanchoLeomon, he is vastly different. Arrogance sometimes takes charge, but ALWAYS a righteous sense of justice takes residence and in the most dominant of ways. By the blade he weird, BanchoLeomon judges those who have done wrong and by his blade they will be judged. He will use this sense of justice either based on what digimon do or if they threaten his friends. He will protect them with his life and everything that he is will go into stopping any threats to them. This is how his stubbornness gets transformed into a righteous sense of justice and this time it's actually a good thing.
Backstory:
Liollmon doesn't remember much before he became Friimon. He remembers leaving the Village of Beginnings, but that's about it. He has been wondering alone ever since. He has just been trying his best to survive for as long as he could in hopes he would find something or someone to fight for with all that he is.That's really all he wants. If he can somehow get that, Liollmon would truly be happy. Until then, however, Liollmon will just do what he must to survive, fending off other digimon from taking what he needs to survive or whatever it is they will try to come after. He will just do what he must and that's pretty much all there is to it.
Other
Tamer
Name: Carlos “Trip” Rodriguez
Age: 16
Appearance:
Personality:
Some could say that Trip is modest, humble, and gentle. They are right about all of those things. His ideals are not large ones, but they are his own. People think that because he looks the way he does it means that he is rough around the edges and no compassion, but that’s quite the opposite. He’s full of love, compassion, and most of all, kindness. However, he’s very insecure about a lot of things, mainly about his physical appearance and how people assume a lot of things. Some could even say that Trip sometimes hides his true self in fear that people will take advantage of him, which sometimes they actually do that.
In the company of his family and friends, Trip is reserved. He holds himself at bay for any type of conversation, and he’s not good meeting strangers. Easily frightened and often insecure about meeting new people. Again, that’s where the insecurity comes to play. He’s even shy around his family sometimes. He feels as if they don’t truly understand him. He often feels alone and frightened by change and anything that is related to change. His family notices it and they try to bring him out of his shell, but they fail almost every time.
Despite all of this, Trip has a very gentle soul and he shows that when he’s around animals or when he’s doing things that he loves to do. For example, when he’s writing his poetry or listening to music, he doesn’t become loud and vocal. He’s as quiet as can be and makes sure he’s respectful. Like, seriously; his guy is so insecure about being around people, and drawing attention to himself. So, he’s not going to do something that would otherwise prompt people to notice him any more than they have to. He mainly listens to teen-angst punk music, sappy pop-punk, and instrumentals of his favorite anime.
Partnered to: Liollmon
Backstory:
Being born into the Spanish, Islamic, Greek, Canadian, Mexican, and Argentinean heritage, it’s no surprise that Trip has a big family. His mom, born of the name Ashley Gabrielle Montoya, has roots of Spanish, Canadian, and Greek within her blood. His dad, born of the name, Carlos Rex Shuki Rodriguez, has roots of Islamic, Mexican, and Argentinean within his blood. The combined effort had thus created Trip, who’s birth name is actually Carlos, but he chose the name Trip because he didn’t want to be just another kid in a Mexican country. It’s weird, but he finds pride that he is different.
Along the years, he grew up in Mexico City, Mexico. Now, one can assume that it really wasn’t that good of a childhood with the Drug Cartel always causing murders here and murders there. Trip just ignored it like anybody should. He didn’t want to get involved so that’s why he just adapted the shy persona he became known for. Sadly, this is also what led to a lot of unhappy birthdays. Even though he put on a happy face, he was unhappy for a lot of days.
Other:
Likes
Anime
Listening to music
Reading Poetry
Writing Poetry
“Alone time”
Spicy food(not too spicy, though)
Dislikes
Crowds
Meeting more than one person at a time
Super salty food
Flying in an airplanes
Digimon
Name/Species: Popomon
Appearance: see rookie form
Personality:
Liollmon is a curious, protective, and very stubborn digimon. He will explore till his little heart is past content and he will do so to every data of his being. He's a lion-like Digimon/cat, so the curious nature will take full charge, and because he is a lion-like digimon, his protective instincts are off the charts. He will always protect either what is his or those he cares about the most. He will never waver and the fighting spirit he has within himself will always lead him to protect his possessions. Of course, his fighting spirit might also make him come off as stubborn. Sometimes, that's not a bad thing, but it can be. Just cause he won't ever back down, this could mean in a variety of ways. If there's a point he's trying to get across, he won't back down. He will also never let anything go. That's how his stubbornness comes into play in a negative way.
As he will evolve, his personality will alter just slightly. As Liamon, his protective instincts are more dominant, but he also becomes a little more aggressive. Don't think just cause he is aggressive that his judgment is clouded. He will defend his friends right down to every data within his being.He is more violent in his champion form, but that's cause he doesn't want anyone to harm his friends. Now, that's where his stubbornness comes into play. He will keep on going even if he is injured. Sometimes, that can obviously be a bad thing, but to him he sees it as being strong.
As LoaderLeomon, not much really changes. He remains protective, stubborn, and just overall like a lion. The main difference is a sense of justice comes into his being. It's not dominant, but it's still there, and as is his unwavering fighting spirit.
When in his mega form, BanchoLeomon, he is vastly different. Arrogance sometimes takes charge, but ALWAYS a righteous sense of justice takes residence and in the most dominant of ways. By the blade he weird, BanchoLeomon judges those who have done wrong and by his blade they will be judged. He will use this sense of justice either based on what digimon do or if they threaten his friends. He will protect them with his life and everything that he is will go into stopping any threats to them. This is how his stubbornness gets transformed into a righteous sense of justice and this time it's actually a good thing.
Backstory:
Liollmon doesn't remember much before he became Friimon. He remembers leaving the Village of Beginnings, but that's about it. He has been wondering alone ever since. He has just been trying his best to survive for as long as he could in hopes he would find something or someone to fight for with all that he is.That's really all he wants. If he can somehow get that, Liollmon would truly be happy. Until then, however, Liollmon will just do what he must to survive, fending off other digimon from taking what he needs to survive or whatever it is they will try to come after. He will just do what he must and that's pretty much all there is to it.
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The kiss, for what it seemed like it lasted longer than it has already gone on for. Jaakuna took her, kissing her, holding her, embracing her. He kept her in his strong arms, not wanting to let go. His arms wrapping around her body, around her back and pulling her as close as it was physically possible. He was remembering that dream or not dream. It was more of a goal. He was imagining going to bed next to her every night and waking up next to her in the morning. He was imagining every possible thing they would do together, be it sexual or nonsexual. It was just the notion of being with her and having a life with her that made him truly at peace in this moment.
He would keep kissing her for a few more moments and then he would just pull away, but he would not release her. He would just hold her and never want to let go. “I remember Emiri — I remember that dream.” He simply said as Jaakuna, for the first time, was crying, but this was a happy cry. Even as he would say those words, they would come out as slight stuttering from his tears of emotional happiness overflowing his speech.
He would keep kissing her for a few more moments and then he would just pull away, but he would not release her. He would just hold her and never want to let go. “I remember Emiri — I remember that dream.” He simply said as Jaakuna, for the first time, was crying, but this was a happy cry. Even as he would say those words, they would come out as slight stuttering from his tears of emotional happiness overflowing his speech.
When Emiri would climb into his bed, Jaakuna would scoot over just a tad to allow her plenty of room to lay. The two of them were so close, however, that Jaakuna could feel, hear, her heart beating. Added to that, Jaakuna could see the redness upon her face. Jaakuna couldn’t help but smile at her cause of her redness. It was a sleepish smile as he was minutes away from falling asleep.
Whether it would be cause of impulse or just the moment being right, Jaakuna brought Emiri close with his arms. He was clinging, cuddling her. It was and it wasn’t forceful. Definitely something weird about it. Jaakuna just knew the moment was right and he felt it down to his core. They were so close that their bodies were touching. It was by this point Jaakuna kissed Emiri on her beautiful lips. It was magical, it was wonderful, and from this moment on, it simply would be written in history as the moment Jaakuna threw everything but his heart out of the window. Nothing about what he did was wrong and everything about it felt right. Even as they were kissing, in his mind, Jaakuna was remembering that dream — or whatever it was. He was remembering the life they had as a marriage couple. Perhaps Jaakuna is realizing he sees a future with this woman.
Whether it would be cause of impulse or just the moment being right, Jaakuna brought Emiri close with his arms. He was clinging, cuddling her. It was and it wasn’t forceful. Definitely something weird about it. Jaakuna just knew the moment was right and he felt it down to his core. They were so close that their bodies were touching. It was by this point Jaakuna kissed Emiri on her beautiful lips. It was magical, it was wonderful, and from this moment on, it simply would be written in history as the moment Jaakuna threw everything but his heart out of the window. Nothing about what he did was wrong and everything about it felt right. Even as they were kissing, in his mind, Jaakuna was remembering that dream — or whatever it was. He was remembering the life they had as a marriage couple. Perhaps Jaakuna is realizing he sees a future with this woman.
Jaakuna would laugh at how red she got, but he was so worn out, Jaakuna couldn’t even find the strength to pull out so much of a single chuckle. It’s to be expected, though. Jaakuna has been through a lot in the last ten to twelve hours and the amount of trauma he has been through is amounted to his willpower. To be able to survive that much and still be able to keep his eyes open is something that any warrior should respect. Though, Jaakuna has more than just his life to live for. The woman at his bedside is one of the main reasons he fought so hard to stay in the living realm.
Still looking to Emiri, Jaakuna’s eyes were all the answer that she would need. He was sure of it. “It’s the only thing I want right now.” He said quietly but loud enough for her to hear.
Still looking to Emiri, Jaakuna’s eyes were all the answer that she would need. He was sure of it. “It’s the only thing I want right now.” He said quietly but loud enough for her to hear.
The trip, as short as it was, Jaakuna loved all of it. Just having to rely on her and not the other way around made Jaakuna truly feel at peace about everything. It’s been a long journey as the two of them have been through a lot in these pas three or four days. Jaakuna truly found out about his true self in these days and who and what are important. To him, the who is the person in front of him, grasping his hand tightly. As he lays in his bed, he smiles as he sees her smiling back at him.
Jaakuna doesn’t want her to go from his sight, not yet or ever. He wants her to stay with him for the night. “Stay with me tonight, please..” Jaakuna said as he could feel his consciousness giving away into sleep, but he’s forcing himself to stay awake. He doesn’t want to sleep, not yet.
Jaakuna doesn’t want her to go from his sight, not yet or ever. He wants her to stay with him for the night. “Stay with me tonight, please..” Jaakuna said as he could feel his consciousness giving away into sleep, but he’s forcing himself to stay awake. He doesn’t want to sleep, not yet.
Jaakuna didn’t really know what to feel right now. Everything that happened from the moment that he went into the coma up until the very moment that he awoke, Jaakuna just felt like it was big, bad dream. Technically it was, but it still made him think on what exactly happened. The last thing he remembers is getting ready to cut into the Dawn Shard and then waking up just a few minutes ago. It truly troubled him, but that troubled feeling would soon dissipate as the cheering from Nadeline would bring him out of that train-of-thought. Perhaps he needed to be distracted right now.
When Nadeline would pretty much jump, and yell in excitement, Jaakuna sat up, but as he would try to, he would feel weak. He would have to force himself to at least sit up. He definitely had little to no energy within his body. Was I out THAT long He chose not to speak just cause he knew he had little energy left. Added to that, Jaakuna would look over at Nadeline, who at this point was clutching Wesley with all she could and then she would start to tell everyone to get out of the room so that Jaakuna could rest. Emiri would then state that he would need to rest in the medic bay, but Dr. Nadeline would further state that he would need to rest in the comfort in his own room. Jaakuna didn’t care much for walking at the moment, but his room was only a few feet out from the medic bay as the elevator was right there and it would take him to his room.
When everyone was gone, Jaakuna and Emiri were left alone. Jaakuna would start to get up and he could feel how energy-drained he was. He would fall to one knee, and not realizing that he still had Emiri's hand in his. “I think I’m going to need your help a little more, Emiri.” Jaakuna chuckled at that as he requested for her help to get to his room.
When Nadeline would pretty much jump, and yell in excitement, Jaakuna sat up, but as he would try to, he would feel weak. He would have to force himself to at least sit up. He definitely had little to no energy within his body. Was I out THAT long He chose not to speak just cause he knew he had little energy left. Added to that, Jaakuna would look over at Nadeline, who at this point was clutching Wesley with all she could and then she would start to tell everyone to get out of the room so that Jaakuna could rest. Emiri would then state that he would need to rest in the medic bay, but Dr. Nadeline would further state that he would need to rest in the comfort in his own room. Jaakuna didn’t care much for walking at the moment, but his room was only a few feet out from the medic bay as the elevator was right there and it would take him to his room.
When everyone was gone, Jaakuna and Emiri were left alone. Jaakuna would start to get up and he could feel how energy-drained he was. He would fall to one knee, and not realizing that he still had Emiri's hand in his. “I think I’m going to need your help a little more, Emiri.” Jaakuna chuckled at that as he requested for her help to get to his room.
Am I alone?
Jaakuna could only see darkness. There was nothing but it around him. He was falling from grace, his eyes couldn’t see past his hands. Nothing was real at this point, but was everything permitted? Jaakuna didn’t know. He was slowly slipping from his paradise and into his hell. Without Emiri, without Nadeline, without Wesley, without Savayna — without anyone. His eyes slowly started to close, but then..
Emiri? Is that you
He wanted to say those words, but the volume wouldn’t echo out. He couldn’t force the words out into sound no matter how hard he tried and dammit he did try his best to do so. He did hear her voice as she called out that she was there for him. But is she real? The paradise he found himself in was a lie, so how could he know that she was really there.
Is any of this real or not?
The words still didn’t come out in sound, but his thoughts were there and they were weird ones. He’s been having them and he just can’t make them out. And then he felt a touch. Was his mind just playing tricks on him again? They had to be. Everything up until now was a lie. Jaakuna didn’t want to believe anything anymore — he didn’t believe in anything anymore. That was, until he saw her with his own eyes. Her beautiful, soft, bold, wonderful violet eyes looking at him. That touch was real, her voice was real.
You’re real..
Jaakuna couldn’t believe it. Wait! He could and he did. He believed that she was there holding his hand as tight as she could. He believed that she was here with him and that she would never let him go. He believed in her and their love. No matter the darkest moment, light will shine through. And thus like it was said, so shall it became. Little by little, light overcame the darkness. It started first as a spec of light, but it soon turned into blinding light..
”EMIRI!!”
This time he called out and everything was real, everything permitted, and he felt her. His eyes closed, and in mere moment, he opened them, but this time not in a dream. No, this was real life. The light above him was so bright that his vision became blurry. He blinked a few times to see clearly. He saw a room, The medic bay? Jaakuna started to realize where he was, but more importantly, he was starting to remember what had happened. He started to remember what had happened to him and everything following up to that.
As he would look around, the first thing he saw was Emiri holding his hand. He smiled. “You did it. You really did it.” He said, smiling, but his voice was of low volume; probably weak from being out for so long.
While Jaakuna wakes up, the room is filled with his friends: Nadeline, Wesley, and even Savayna.
Jaakuna could only see darkness. There was nothing but it around him. He was falling from grace, his eyes couldn’t see past his hands. Nothing was real at this point, but was everything permitted? Jaakuna didn’t know. He was slowly slipping from his paradise and into his hell. Without Emiri, without Nadeline, without Wesley, without Savayna — without anyone. His eyes slowly started to close, but then..
Emiri? Is that you
He wanted to say those words, but the volume wouldn’t echo out. He couldn’t force the words out into sound no matter how hard he tried and dammit he did try his best to do so. He did hear her voice as she called out that she was there for him. But is she real? The paradise he found himself in was a lie, so how could he know that she was really there.
Is any of this real or not?
The words still didn’t come out in sound, but his thoughts were there and they were weird ones. He’s been having them and he just can’t make them out. And then he felt a touch. Was his mind just playing tricks on him again? They had to be. Everything up until now was a lie. Jaakuna didn’t want to believe anything anymore — he didn’t believe in anything anymore. That was, until he saw her with his own eyes. Her beautiful, soft, bold, wonderful violet eyes looking at him. That touch was real, her voice was real.
You’re real..
Jaakuna couldn’t believe it. Wait! He could and he did. He believed that she was there holding his hand as tight as she could. He believed that she was here with him and that she would never let him go. He believed in her and their love. No matter the darkest moment, light will shine through. And thus like it was said, so shall it became. Little by little, light overcame the darkness. It started first as a spec of light, but it soon turned into blinding light..
”EMIRI!!”
This time he called out and everything was real, everything permitted, and he felt her. His eyes closed, and in mere moment, he opened them, but this time not in a dream. No, this was real life. The light above him was so bright that his vision became blurry. He blinked a few times to see clearly. He saw a room, The medic bay? Jaakuna started to realize where he was, but more importantly, he was starting to remember what had happened. He started to remember what had happened to him and everything following up to that.
As he would look around, the first thing he saw was Emiri holding his hand. He smiled. “You did it. You really did it.” He said, smiling, but his voice was of low volume; probably weak from being out for so long.
While Jaakuna wakes up, the room is filled with his friends: Nadeline, Wesley, and even Savayna.
What is happening? The pain, the agony — all of it was unbearable. Jaakuna felt it all. There was something to it, there had to be; some cruel test by the gods. There had to be some reason for this. Everything happening in his head and everything being said from Emiri — there just had be a reason for it, but what could it be? Jaakuna didn’t know and as he somewhat listened to Emiri, he stepped back, staggering backwards. He still held his head, but now with both hands, arms bent to where the elbow bone is out. He fell down, rolling around in the grass..
Flashes of his life outside on the real world starts to flicker in his eyes. “Father..” First came the death of his father by his hands on that one night three years ago. The emotional state of Jaakuna would be reflected in his subconscious. The skies would soon turn black, and the sun would be blood red. Jaakuna would scream just cause the pain of this realization is too much. It was so painful and so intense, Jaakuna’s emotions trigger his mist to explode outward as he gets up to his knees, still holding his head. The way the mist envelops him, it twists in colors of black, green, and red.
“no..no…NOOO!” He screams as the mist shoots upward and the illusion of the meadow, the illusion of the cottage, the illusion of the marriage — all of it disappears, and complete darkness is all there is left. Jaakuna realizes where he is. The mist is gone, the honeymoon is gone, the meadow and cottage is gone. Everything is gone and Jaakuna doesn’t know where he is. He can’t tell right from left. He is lost, and he is falling deeper into the darkness head first, but he is looking up. “I-I-I don’t know where I am. EMIRI!”
In the real world, in the medic bay aboard the Ifrit, Wesley and Nadeline find themselves in a deep embrace, but that’s until loud, repetitive beeps are heard from the machine that Jaakuna is resting on. The beeps indicate that he’s going into a worst state. Wesley is alarmed by this and breaks the embrace with Nadeline. He frantically goes to the machine. “IRIS! WHAT’S GOING ON!?” He yelled.
“Master Jaakuna is experiencing deep mental trauma. Based on the state he is in, he only has fifteen minutes to live.” Iris said, informing Wesley of Jaakuna’s worsened condition.
“You..you got to save him!” He shouted.
“I will do my best.” Iris said as the machine would start by bringing out fibrillators, or at least something that resembles it. They would rub together and be pressed on Jaakuna’s chest. This would repeat every thirty seconds until Jaakuna would respond.
Flashes of his life outside on the real world starts to flicker in his eyes. “Father..” First came the death of his father by his hands on that one night three years ago. The emotional state of Jaakuna would be reflected in his subconscious. The skies would soon turn black, and the sun would be blood red. Jaakuna would scream just cause the pain of this realization is too much. It was so painful and so intense, Jaakuna’s emotions trigger his mist to explode outward as he gets up to his knees, still holding his head. The way the mist envelops him, it twists in colors of black, green, and red.
“no..no…NOOO!” He screams as the mist shoots upward and the illusion of the meadow, the illusion of the cottage, the illusion of the marriage — all of it disappears, and complete darkness is all there is left. Jaakuna realizes where he is. The mist is gone, the honeymoon is gone, the meadow and cottage is gone. Everything is gone and Jaakuna doesn’t know where he is. He can’t tell right from left. He is lost, and he is falling deeper into the darkness head first, but he is looking up. “I-I-I don’t know where I am. EMIRI!”
In the real world, in the medic bay aboard the Ifrit, Wesley and Nadeline find themselves in a deep embrace, but that’s until loud, repetitive beeps are heard from the machine that Jaakuna is resting on. The beeps indicate that he’s going into a worst state. Wesley is alarmed by this and breaks the embrace with Nadeline. He frantically goes to the machine. “IRIS! WHAT’S GOING ON!?” He yelled.
“Master Jaakuna is experiencing deep mental trauma. Based on the state he is in, he only has fifteen minutes to live.” Iris said, informing Wesley of Jaakuna’s worsened condition.
“You..you got to save him!” He shouted.
“I will do my best.” Iris said as the machine would start by bringing out fibrillators, or at least something that resembles it. They would rub together and be pressed on Jaakuna’s chest. This would repeat every thirty seconds until Jaakuna would respond.
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