What's this about Time Eaters you say

[magemasher]

[There's a monkey-tailed teen that's wandered into the White Space, armed with a lace cravat and a double bladed thief sword. Looking lost is pretty par the course here, but he also seems to be yelling at the air.]

What's happening?! Hey, Garland!

...Damn, his voice's gone.

This place looks totally different from the rest of Memoria. But whose memories are these...?

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[eloquentcanary]

[It's true that Garnet has seen Zidane at his best and his worst times. Seeing him yell at absolutely nothing is definitely not one of the former.

After a few moments of silence, she carefully settles her rod against her shoulder as she watches him, an expression mixed between uncertainty and some underlying concern. Maybe he's just having one of his... tantrums.]

... What are you doing?

[soulblade]

[Oh, right. Him and his (apparently) telepathic genome brain. He rubbed the back of his head, almost as confused as Dagger herself.]

It's Garland. I thought he was dead, but his voice's been talking at me in my head. Doesn't make a lot of sense usually, but... it's suddenly gone.

[It bothers him a bit that this guy's spirit has somehow stuck with him, but now that it's gone... he's not sure what it means. Sigh.]

but before i go

[dragonscrest]

Perhaps you will be told if you continue to shout into the air like so.

[And there is a rat on high alert, her eyes darting around this very unfamiliar locale. The buildings were odd, the plants seemed somewhat off... Even the air tasted different enough on her tongue. The Dragon Knight couldn't say she didn't feel untroubled.]

They do not appear to be memories that belong to you, and they are certainly not my own.

Is it truly a memory at all?

come back to me

[magemasher]

I dunno. I can't sense him at all. His spirit's definitely not around anymore - don't ask me how I know.

Well whatever, we didn't need his help anyway. [So he says. But it's rather undeniable that Garland knew a lot more about this world beyond Kuja's portal than they did.]

Maybe we walked into someone else's memory. But it's definitely no one from Gaia, or Terra.

I suppose I could

[dragonscrest]

[That only serves to make her more restless. Whose was it? There's a small frown.]

I wonder how that would be possible... Though I suppose it cannot be said for certain that there aren't more worlds connected to one another.

... Shall we venture forth then? If Garland is silent, I doubt we'll learn anything standing still.

plz

[magemasher]

Well, seeing how one of Gaia's moons turned out to be a whole other planet, who's to say the rest of the stars aren't the same? None of them are safe from Kuja either.

...You're right though. No use wasting time just guessing. Let's go!

poopbutt

[dragonscrest]

[A nod, and her lance is held over her shoulder where it stays poised to be ready at a moment's notice. Nothing seems to be eager to fight them, but just because they weren't eager didn't mean they did not exist. With a glance in Zidane's direction, she's pressing down the path nearest them.

There were fountains, buildings, finely trimmed shrubberies, a large clock tower...

And then. Suddenly. What the.]

An underground people?