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Ten Years Ago: A Timeskip Meme

Ten years ago our characters banded together and defeated whatever lives beneath town hall, escaping and leaving behind them an ordinary abandoned town. They were sent back to to their own lives and worlds, the instant they left, with only their memories and mental scarring as proof of the time they spent in Norfinbury.

Today, they receive a strange communication: an invitation, delivered in whatever format is most familiar to them. It's an invitation to return to Norfinbury for as little as a day or as long as a week. Will your character accept it for a chance to see friends long-dead or departed to other worlds? To get some proof that what they experienced ten years ago was real? ~~To murder someone one last time?~~

TL;DR We won, you were separated from your CR for ten years, come roleplay gross reunion time or whatever. Put up a toplevel with info on what your character's been up to or looks like now, tag around, etc. If your character's dead they can have magically lived through canon thanks to admin intervention or you could choose for them to have been dead this whole time if you're a butt.

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[ Zell is now twenty-seven years old with a similar hairstyle, but his hair is much shorter. He’s wearing a uniform with the sleeves rolled up. He’s still wearing his gold piece of eight bracelet with a small star charm hanging off of it and has a gold hoop in his right ear. Zell holds himself a lot more calmly, not fidgeting or moving his arms as much as he’s used to. He’s also seems a little bit taller. ]

Yo! [ Giving a warm smile to anyone that approaches. ]

[ HERE LIES THEIR BELOVED PORCUPINE. RIP ]

fuck you

[ Zack's actually... the same twenty-three... no, twenty-four year old since they'd last seen him, wearing the same worn uniform under the same worn black coat they'd been issued. He's clean though. Clean and with what appears to be a fresh trim. No five o'clock shadow to be seen either.

The biggest difference is how... incredibly lost he appears as he slowly looks this way and that, taking in his surroundings. He knows this place... He can't remember the last time he'd been there, but he's very aware of where here is and very much remembers when he'd last been there, it had been when they'd all said their...

...but he's pretty sure he sees someone not far off from him now. That voice had invited him back and he'd followed it out of whim, and there he was and that was hard to believe in the first place. But did it truly mean...? ]

[He should have just stayed in Death City with his wife and kids, but when has Dr. Stitches ever made good decisions? Ten years haven't changed that one bit. In fact, ten years haven't changed much at all, other than the general wear and tear that comes from ageing from ones late twenties to late thirties.]

Hey! [There's a friendly wave, a neatly folded letter held in his hand.] Do you know who called this reunion?

[Seriously, could things get more suspicious? They're probably going to all get stuck in snowhell again.]

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[ The person not far off is going to be a blur of yellow and black as he spots Zack. Rushing over to practically throw himself at the older- no the same Soldier First Class. He's laughing as he reaches around to lay his hand on the back of Zack's neck and bump his forehead against his shoulder. It's Zack and he's still the same. Exactly the same, which makes his heart feel heavy even with his giddiness. ]

Zack. [ He talks quietly, almost not believing that it's real. Leaning back to get a good look at the other. Not exactly the same. He looked refreshed and cleaned. Giving a bright grin and knowing he doesn't need to say who he is with that tattoo curling around on the left side of his face. ] Look at you, man. You look like you actually got some sleep.

[ Jim is nearly unrecognizable as the teenager he was in snowhell. Same bright eyes and dark hair, of course, but he's grown into most of his features as well as just plain grown, nearly a foot in height. It's emphasized by the sweeping coat of a captain in Her Majesty's navy. He wears it easily, posture military where once there was a defensive slouch, and his expression as he heads out into the snow is one of determination rather than fear.

He's somewhere near the school, if his memory's right, and he sees someone moving in the distance. Who is anyone's guess, but @admin saw fit to leave him with his pistol this time so he calls out without thinking much of it: ]

Hello? Hey, who's over there?

[ Jim spots a head of blond hair, before anything else, but he's not quite letting himself hope before he can make out exactly who he's looking at. There's still a gil at his wrist and a feather - now carefully encased in a tiny bottle - around his neck, but for all his searching he'd never thought he would be here again. It's half a memory and half a dream when he gets close enough and Zell's looking back at him, older, different, but still Zell.

Jim stops just outside of arms reach, unsure, and tries to form words but finds that he's lost them. ]

[ One moment, he's still getting his bearings. The next, he's nearly being bowled over from the impact. Someone's clinging to him in that familiar way, invading that familiar space without shame. Hand on his neck and forehead on his shoulder- just further up and than before. Everything's slightly out of line, but that voice is unmistakable. ] Zell...

[ And it's that voice that breaks a smile across his face, one that only grows when the man actually leans back and he can finally take in his face: blue eyes, that wild blond hair, and that familiar tattoo scrawled around his left eye... There's still some differences- that uniform especially, but...

The way he talks so casually like they'd never been separated. Like it hasn't been however long it's been since they all... Zack huffs slightly in amusement despite himself. ]

Recently, yeah. Believe it or not, the last few years... kept me pretty busy. [ It's only half a joke. The struggle is real when you're playing dead guy guardian to your friend who's quasi-assumed your identity. Doesn't erase the fact that the longer he takes in the sight of his friend, the... older he realizes he is. Hell, he almost looks older than...

Zack shakes his head out of the thought, eyes back on his friend and he has to reach just a little higher to put his hands on his shoulders. Still the same confidence in the way he grips him there though, the same familiar squeeze. ] Looks like you've been pretty busy, yourself.

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[ His gaze meets with Jim's own and for a moment he forgets to breathe. Zell feels rooted to the spot as his heart starts pounding. He's older, but he knows those eyes. Knows every angle of that face. He's taller, and rocking a jacket and boots that sends his mind in an untoward direction. Swallowing the lump forming in his throat a couple of times as he wills himself to move. Move.

Finally his body listens and he eliminates the space between as he reaches to place his hand against Jim's chest. Trying to feel for that familiar beat and warmth. Warmth floods over him, making it easy to ignore that they were once again surrounded by snow for miles. There's a hot sting of tears threatening to fall as he lets out a giddy laugh. ]

Stars. My Stars. [ He chokes between words as he slides his hands from his chest up to the back of Jim's neck to yank him down. Helping himself to pressing a needy kiss against his mouth. He's not even going to worry about if Jim found himself someone new just yet. He just needs this. Needs his touch and to hear his voice. ]

[ There's someone approaching behind Zack. The stride's long, perhaps unfamiliar, but it starts as a walk and turns into a run.

It's Jim, aged where Zack hasn't, a year older and nearly tall enough to stand eye-to-eye. He'd hoped to see his friends here, it's the entire reason he accepted the strange invitation, and this is Zack wandering through Norfinbury - couldn't be anyone else with hair like that.

He stops just short of Zack, breathing hard with the effort to run through all the snow. ]

Guess it wasn't goodbye after all.

[ His space is compromised and Zell isn't going to let go. He'll nod while making an affirmative hum after his name. The comment about being kept busy earns a head tilt as he again looks Zack over slowly. ]

With that girlfriend of yours? [ It's out before he can really think about his words. Sliding his hand from the back of Zack's neck to his shoulder to give him a squeeze. ]

You could say that. [ There is a sense of pride in his words as he beams a smile. ] I'll share after you tell me.

[Sora was twenty-six now but it felt like he was much older than that sometimes. Returning home had thrust him right back into the oncoming war with the thirteen darknesses and everything he'd known had been turned upside down. He'd lost friends and found new ones and even though they had won he'd come out of it a very different person.

The young man that finds himself back in an oddly familiar snowy landscape is no longer full of smiles and obnoxious speeches about hope and friendship. Sure he still believes in the power of the heart and trusts his friends but he knows better now. He's a little more reserved now; he'd seen more than he could have ever imagined back at sixteen.

The armor he's wearing is battered and scuffed, having seen many a fights since Sora had gotten it. His helmet is missing--it would have been nice to have in the cold--as is his keyblade. Figures. His hair's shorter than he ever use to keep it and he's taller now; still not as tall as Riku or Kairi but hey something is better than nothing. A shiver goes through him as he looks around, pausing then turning when he hears someone approaching and his hand flexes instinctively to summon a keyblade that won't appear.]

Who's there?

[ The mention of his girlfriend at least gets an eye roll out of him where in the past it seemed to hit a sore spot. But the prod into his own story, well... ] Sure, but first.

[ First, he's going to take a moment to actually slide his hands up and around his friend to give Zell a proper hug now that he's not utterly surprised and thrown off his groove. A reminder. He's real, Zell. At least there. At least for a little bit.

As far away as it's been since that conversation, he remembers it. Remembers how important that was to him. ]

[ Leaning into the hug as he moves his arms back around his friend. Feeling along his back to make sure everything really was there and that Zack could actually feel all of this. Sticking close like this lets him hear every breath and beat of his heart.

Zell was more grounded to reality when he returned home, but it's nice getting confirmation that this is real. Everything that happened really happened. Relaxing into his hold as laughter bubbles out again. ]

I think next time we need to form a chain. [ He says it quietly. ] Hold on and not let each other go. All of us. [ He missed this. He missed being with this family. Breathing in slowly as he reaches up to wipe whatever tears threatened to fall. ]

[ He hears the approach through those crunching footsteps far before he actually turns around to see who it is. Unlike a time before, he doesn't snap back like he used to- or perhaps it's simply muscle memory noting that nothing around here actually made sound when they came crawling or sprinting or slithering after them. At least not until he hears that pace pick up, but even then it's more out of a hopeful feeling in his gut at this point that he turns so sharply.

Where Zell had been easily recognizable, holding to a similar height and similar hair with his tattoo and the way he almost took him down in his very familiar infectious excitement, the man before him... His height throws him off the most followed by his clothing as does the way he carries himself both in expression and in body language. Far more confident. Even his voice catches him off guard.

But the more he watches him, the more things start to click: that brown hair, the undercut- the goatee's new - but those eyes aren't. Those eyes on him, bright with recognition and Zack feels himself between hopeful, elated and a twist of something else. ]

...Jim?

[ Jim's eyes search Zell's face for - anything, really: recognition, emotion, the person that he loves being in there after all this time. For all that he's staring, Zell's moving forward takes him by surprise.

Through two layers Jim thinks he can still feel the warmth of Zell's hand. It's a ghost memory of all those stolen moments, strong enough to pull Jim down without even Zell's help. This is strange, Jim thinks distantly, about the way it seems Zell's shrunk as he leans down into the kiss. There's a moment of awkwardness as he tries again, not helped by Jim's tears, but it's good. ]

Hey, Sunshine.

[ He's okay with it being awkward. He's more than okay that it takes a bit to figure out how to fit against Jim now that he's shot up a bit. He starts laughing as he splays his fingers to touch as much as he can as he presses another kiss against his lips. ]

Hey. [ His voice comes out quiet as he bumps their noses against one another. The big Jim Hawkins shaped hole left on his heart ached as he searches those familiar pair of blues. There's so much he wants to say, but he can only managed a second hey even quieter than the last.

Jim is here and warm. Walking his fingers from Jim's neck to his cheeks to try to brush away the tears. His other hand moves to feel along Jim's spine. ] You... [ Swallowing back the surge of emotions that threaten to claw out. Where does he even begin? Does Jim even want him or this? He can't bring himself to move away. If he lets go now, Jim might be spirited away to a place he couldn't reach again. ] Y-you're taller. [ He finishes lamely. Good job, Zell. His emotions are all over a place and he can't seem to pick up the pieces. ]

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[ It's funny.

Funny how something meant to reassure his friend turns into something he finds reassuring himself as soon as those hands start to wander. He's felt Aerith's touches in the Lifestream here and there. But he hadn't realized how feather light, how barely there they were until Zell really jumps into that old habit of his, letting his hands roam. Has him feeling Zell's own pulse which almost feels alien to his surprise when he realizes belatedly the last time he actually felt something like that was...

Well.

It's been a while. That's the short of that.

He finds his own eyes stinging as he wraps his arms around him just a little bit tighter, as he cups one hand on the back of his head while the other rubs his back with faint circles. He lets out a chuckle, himself. ] I dunno how well that'd work, but it wouldn't hurt to try. You know, so long as you don't mind holding hands. [ That same old tease again but now there's an underlying ache. Something wistful. ]

[ Something about Zack seems off once Jim's looking him in the face, but Jim's too happy to let it sink in. It is Zack, surrounded by miles and miles of snow and broken down houses, just the way Jim remembers him. He tries to think of some way to tease Zack and lighten this moment, but it's impossible when there are tears springing to his eyes. He wipes them with the edge of his coat sleeve, a gesture Zack probably saw dozens of times.

It's hitting him that this is Zack, the person he looked up to so much. The person he's been trying to do proud for ten years, through the hell that was the academy and through his first real naval engagement. Zack, his brother.

Forget teasing, or playing it cool, or trying to ease the moment. Jim's big enough now that he can wrap his arms tight around Zack, so tight that his boots might even leave the ground. ]

Zack!

[ Beaming up a shit eating grin. ] Holding hands is much better than the usual. [ A beat. ] Like you getting snot on everyone.

[ Never going to give that up. Never going to let that go.

Leaning back without breaking his hold as he gives him a determined look. ] I won't let any of you go again.

[ There's been a gaping hole inside of him that nothing could really fill. It hurt and nothing really felt normal back at home. It didn't feel right and it took a long time to figure out how to fake normalcy so others wouldn't worry. It took forever to finally understand that he's alone when he opens his eyes every morning. No snoring or warm bodies around him to assure him what was real. No way of checking if they were even safe, alive, and happy.

He realizes with a cold, sinking feeling that alive shouldn't apply to everyone.

Zack didn't age at all. There should be crinkles starting to form at the corner of his eyes, maybe even laugh lines showing up slowly. ] We'll try.

[ Swallowing the lump forming his throat as he shakes his head. Putting back on a smile. ]

[ Well, if everything else he'd already connected the dots with weren't enough of a hint, the way the kid- no, man -can't even get himself to tease in the whirlwind of his initial emotion, the way he goes and wipes those tears quickly away... Those are all very distinguishing Jim trademarks and Zack's already starting to find himself smiling even as his own vision starts to blur a bit-

-only to be shocked yet again at the way he's suddenly the one in a bear hug. The way he's suddenly the one being lifted off the ground and held on tight like he used to do. It's a complete one-eighty and Zack finds himself too shocked in the role reversal at first to even react just because it's so damn bizarre.

But then he hears his name being shouted and time seems to move forward again. In contrast, his own arms come around slowly in turn but no less securely as he breathes out: ] Hey, kid...

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[ The joke gets Zell just about what he should probably expect. Yep, that's a smack upside the head. It's hardly harmful, but it's a point made all the same, especially with the old mutter of 'Like you can talk'. But it gets him smiling again. It's nostalgic. Like old times.

How he'd missed the old times- at least when he could. At least when he had the conscious mind to. Like right then... everything's really starting to sink in. How long it's been... Just judging by the way he gets another good look at Zell again when he leans back like that... he's definitely no teenager anymore, even if he's still recognizable. Time's passed.

But then he'd expected it to.

It should have passed. They should be living out their lives.

It's what he wanted for them and it's what he'll always want for them. But he can't blame Zell for hoping... for wanting... What elated touch to Zack's smile fades into something more muted. ] Even if it doesn't work, we still have this time, right? Might as well put it to use.

[ He makes a noise before laughing at the smack. Moving down to poke Zack carefully in the sides for payback.

Talking about even if it doesn't work makes him feel sullen again. Nodding his head in response as he rubs the back of his head. ] Yeah. Gotta make the most of what we have now.

[ Ten years is a long time to play catch up. Drawing in a deep breath as he pokes Zack square in the chest. ] Have you been behaving all this time? [ He almost asks if he gave Kunsel gray hairs, but he stops himself just as his mouth opens up. Closing his mouth again as he levels Zack with a look. ] You haven't aged a bit.

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Zell Dincht

Zack Fair

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Zack Fair

Stein

DEAL WITH IT

Jim Hawkins

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OH GOD HE'S UNDER ATTACK

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la la la assuming jim never found out to make this hurt more

ROARS

Sora

RUN AWAY

up and down we go

you are horrible ffff

lmao was wondering if you were going to comment on the boots

;D you know me (I DONT KNOW WHAT ICON TO USE)

WHERE WE STOP NOBODY KNOWS

YOU KNEW IT WAS COMING

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DOESN'T MAKE IT ANY LESS PAINFUL

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