genessia | Dazed and Confused

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Dazed and Confused

Yaag opened his pale lavender eyes to gaze through blurred vision. He remembered his encounter in Eden and wondered if he managed to survive. That was impossible. He took a grenade at point blank range. There was no surviving that. Not with the wounds he had sustained on top of that. But he was breathing without pain.

His memories were intact. He didn't think he was cloned. Even the fal'Cie weren't capable of bringing back the dead so effortlessly and without some sort of suffering to carry with him. He groaned and sat up just as the capsule opened. His head pounded. Maybe it was possible.

He lifted his gloved hand to press the heel of his hand against his forehead with a groan. "Where am I?"

He looked around him and then down to notice the heavy necklace and the pamphlet. Thankfully, it was written in a language he could understand and read through it. He sat it aside and looked to his left to see another closed capsule next to him.

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Jihl was an unconscious for a little longer than Yaag, but she eventually started to stir and her head started to pound as she leaned up. She put her gloved hands against the edge of her palms into her eyes delicately, feeling a weight on her body and she lowered them. The necklaced and the pamphlet were held until she saw that Rosch was near her, the sight of him was enough for her to feel a little bit secure.

She got up, her own body a little wobbly as she stood and wiped her clothing off. "Yaag...?" Jihl remembered things, firstly starting to think about what Barthandulus did to her, then if she'd done something awful. "What are you doing here?" She looked around, just holding onto the pamphlets, not even bothering to look them over for now.

"Jihl?" He said in a calm voice even though he was in a sea of confusion and left adrift. This wasn't Cocoon and it sure as hell didn't look like a Sanctum Recovery Facility either.

He looked over at Jihl and he was just as stunned as she was confused. "I was about to ask you the same thing."

He looked around again once his eyes had regained full focus and stepped out of the pod. "What is this place?"

Of course he wouldn't expect Jihl to answer that and it was already stated in the pamphlet, though the connection was completely there through the haze.

Jihl leaned forward a little more, placing her hand on her head and noticing that her glasses were nearby. She thought it was strange that she wasn't wearing them, even more so that she was alive even after she was disposed of. A part of her thought that this was punishment for knowing that Dysley was a Fal'Cie, but she didn't know what else to do.

Easily, she placed her hands against the sides of the pod and lifted herself up onto her knees. Jihl was wearing her long dress and she wouldn't be caught dead with anyone seeing anything. Shifting again, she stood up and out of the pod to walk next to Yaag.

"Rosch, let me inquire something of you." Jihl turned to face him directly, even if she was much shorter. "What was the last thing you remember?"

Flonne just happened to be walking around when she'd noticed a new arrival. She'd sort of made the effort to keep an eye out to help those who just arrived here. Seeing the new arrival she started to approach him. Once she realized he'd been hurt, she hurried over, bringing out her staff.

"Are you okay, sir? I can heal you if you need it," she insisted, worried for him.

His hands clasped behind his back in his customary pose that he was in his militant frame of mind than one that required him to be too social. The question struck him hard. His death was swift though the precursor to his decision of suicide was anything but. He was defeated but he didn't have to say that. Not yet.

He kept his eyes forward and lifted his chin. Then the sardonic laugh came to fill the silence. "I died."

He didn't want to discuss the how's or why's right now. He was still processing the information and it was horrible to recall it even though he had thought he regained his honor. "You?"

He patted his body to make sure that he was all in one piece. It was strange. He was breathing again, no longer bleeding or on the verge of death. He was alive and well. The voice shook him out of his musings and looked up in surprise.

"I...yes, I do believe I am well, thank you. Tell me, is this the afterlife?" He could have sworn that grenade did him in completely.

He wasn't about to deny help when he needed it and in this case, he was confused as hell even though the information packet seemed to fill in the blanks somewhat.

"I could have sworn..." His voice trailed off with a slow look around the cavern inside the bay.

When he mentioned that he was already dead, she placed her hand on her plush lips in knowing the same of herself. She wasn't sure how to explain what happened to her, especially now that she wasn't completely sure. Jihl tightened her jaw, clenched her fist so tightly that her fingers began to ache.

"We were betrayed? The same..." The blonde moved her hands through her long hair that framed her face and walked forward. "I-I do not understand the reasoning behind my dismissal, much less my murder. Mentioning the fact that I should not be alive by normal standards." Jihl was monologuing, something that was normal for her to do when she was frustrated as she started to pace.

Yaag felt that betrayal in more than just internally. It affected Jihl, his closest, and that was enough to make his blood boil. His scowl was apparent and soon he turned to face Jihl with a bit of sympathy through his steely gaze. "Yes. We should do well not to repeat the same mistakes."

He stepped forward and felt the need to reach out to her but refrained. That old training never goes away in concerns to public displays of affection, but in this case he was willing to make the exception. "Nabaat, we cannot allow our past transgressions consume us."

Jihl was perfection at keeping her persona of frustration seeping through, even if she wanted to act up there was no point. She couldn't run into Eden now and take vengeance of her own, likely dead, self. While she began to fume a little more angrily until he mentioned that they shouldn't repeat mistakes.

Unlike Yaag, Jihl did everything she was suppose to do and was discarded like trash. Like Trash.

That simple idea had her so mad, she could barely speak without saying something to betray her ladylike behaviour. She continued her anger until he mentioned that she had transgressions.

"I have transgressed nothing, Rosch. I was punished and tossed like trash, for a Fal'Cie's humor." Jihl stared at Yaag with such deadliness soaking her green eyes.

He had no idea and the shock became abundantly clear just then. "Jihl..." His voice sounded sympathetic though he knew better than to become affectionate when she was this way. He felt a hard knot in the pit of his stomach.

She was the best in her division, the best PSICOM had to offer and she was thrown aside as if she didn't matter? This revelation angered Rosch that showed on his brow in a deep scowl.

He bore the scars for her so she would never have to see battle. And yet he felt like he didn't do enough. He heard she was dismissed but not killed. Her entire team was wiped out but they were reported as dismissed from duty. Now it all made sense and his fist clinched at his side.

"I had no idea." His voice had a hard edge to it.

The best that an elite division had to offer and she was discarded. The idea, the thought of it happening still burned her down to the core of her being, but not enough to make her unstable. When he seemed bothered by the instance, she turned around and stared at Rosch with a firmness to her tone.

"Well, Mister Rosch. I see there still is some of those boyish feelings lurking around, isn't there?" Jihl, even now, was struggling to trust people and she only assumed Rosch remained close for potential advancement as she once did.

The question from her lips only forces him to look over his shoulder at his colleague and the woman that has surpassed him in the Academy through his help. He never once complained about it.

"Perhaps." There was a hint of a smirk but it faded just as fast as it formed. His grip relaxed but not without something to show for it. He turned to face her, his heavy coat shifted through his movement.

"I suppose that old habits are hard to break. Now isn't the time to reminisce. We must find our purpose or we will suffer here as well." And that was the last thing he wanted to happen.

"The afterlife...? No this place is called Genessia," she told him. Although considering that Flonne was from the Netherwould....

"Are you sure? You seem troubled...," she said.

It took a few moments to think but he finally managed to get himself back into reality, somewhat at least. "Yes."

He pulled himself out of the way to look around the area where his pod rested. There was no sense going back in it, that's for damn sure. "Perhaps I am in need of assistance after all. Is there a library I can access?"

If he could at least learn about the social infrastructure of this place, he might be able to assimilate himself a little better.

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