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Who: Lenne, Maiyah and hordes of soldiers. (With a lulz!cameo from Oaka XXIII!!)
What: Lenne wakes up in Bevelle.
Where: Bevelle Underground, Bevelle temple and Macalania.
When: Morning, not that Lenne exactly knows.
Rating: R -- violence.


His arms felt warm; his grip was tight and protective, yet she did not feel safe. Not with those guns pointed at her. Bevelle. Such a hostile place... and then they shot. Everything felt on fire, every inch of her skin burn as she hit the ground but her eyes sought his face and fear filled her every fibre. The sting of her tear as it rolled down her skin ached and then... blackness...

Gasping sharply, brown eyes snapped open and a her body gave a painful stab. Taking in a sharp breath once again, slender fingers reached out for where he'd been laying. Yet, he wasn't there and she was alone, that tear still there and damp on her flesh. What happened? Where was he? Why wasn't he with her? Had they not reunited thanks to that young Summoner? So... why was she here without him? It was all too much...

Pushing herself from the floor, sitting there in her songstress attire, Lenne pressed her hand over her heart where she'd felt that bullet hit her. Yet, all that remained was a small, pale scar. Odd... Casting her gaze around, she realised where she was. Bevelle. Fear washed over her and she rose to her feet, her brown eyes wide as she looked into the cavernous pit where Vegnagun had stood. The Pyreflies swarmed around her, making her skin tingle and a soft laugh escape her. It felt like a hug. Perhaps it was him.

With a gentle smile, the young summoner stepped towards the edge of the platform, looking down into it. "Shuyin?" Her voice echoed and the Pyreflies danced against her flesh, sweeping through her hair, but nothing came. No voices. With a sigh, Lenne seated herself on the very edge of the platform, looking down into that hole, watching the mist and the Pyreflies mingle and dance.

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"What happened to the other soldiers!?" one shouted as they aimed their guns at them.

"They're off in the Farplane, now... You're a tad too late," Maiyah said cynically, standing in front of Lenne to protect her. From behind the soldiers came a warrior monk, flamethrower in hand and pointed at them, "No one will escape! You will die for your actions, here, today!" Maiyah burst forward, cutting away the soldier's guns and slicing the monk in half, "And you will cry for the living with tears of blood..."

"Lenne! Help me take them out! Let none escape!" Maiyah said as she went after and cut at fleeing soldiers, slaying them with quick swings of her blades.

"Lenne..!?" a soldier gasped before being decapitated.

"Impossible!" another shouted.

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The songstress gave a nod and grasped her gun, firing off the six shots she had left into five different soldiers. It was a little disconcerting how comfortable this woman seemed with killing but Lenne knew Bevellian Soldiers were naught but scum. Not even worthy of a Sending.

As soon as her gun was done with, Lenne tossed it like a spear at one of the soldiers, the bladed tip cutting straight into his face, killing him. Grabbing two guns, Lenne hooked them over her shoulders, picking up a third.

Now it made her slightly amused that they knew who she was. Well, Zanarkand's pride was their Blitzball team, their Summoners and her. The Summoner with a voice that, if used justly, entranced even the strongest willed person.

Following after Maiyah, Lenne shot down as many soldiers as she could, often shaking her long hair from her face to keep her eye on Maiyah.

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When the last of the remaining soldiers have been felled, Maiyah lead Lenne further, at no quicker than a slow trot. "The palace is right up past that platform up there... We'll have to climb the chain..." She pointed, running her finger along the line of thick chain links leading from the security core to the loft above them. "You think you can make it?" she looked over at Lenne.

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Her brown eyes scanned the expanse of the chain and Lenne nodded once. "I made it in the same way; should be able to get out, right?" She gave Maiyah a bright grin, despite the blood spattered on her face, and hooked that third gun over her shoulder. Stepping up onto the ledge, Lenne dove at the chain, grasping hold and coiling her legs around it.

Thankfully, she had strong legs, due to being a dancer, and manged to force herself futher up the chain with her strength laying mainly in her legs; unknowingly, flashing Maiyah her rear end as she climbed.

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Maiyah climbed the chain up behind Lenne, not particularly paying much attention to the other woman's backside in front of her. It was a rather treacherous climb--perhaps Maiyah was getting tired. When they reached the top, Maiyah looked back over the loft at the core. She huffed, upset at not being able to destroy such a deceitful piece of machinery. She looked to Lenne, "It's quiet now... but more people could still be on their way... We're close... but we can make it to the Calm Lands.. and.." She swollowed then, "...I'll... take you.. to Zanarkand..." She would see it eventually. She figured it would be best for her to see it as soon as she could, no matter how painful.

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Lenne bounced on her heels, grinning at Maiyah. "Oh! Thank you! I would've made it this far without you!" Not that there would've been hordes of soldiers after her if it wasn't for Maiyah either... but suddenly Lenne had hugged Maiyah. Briefly and quickly but she had and within the same moment she was walking on, her gun raised in case anyone else came for her. She wasn't prepared to die again and, with Maiyah here, she didn't expect to. She could tell this woman was skilled.

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Maiyah blinked in surprise to the hug, "Erm..." She stayed quiet, allowing Lenne to hug her before pulling away. She watched the other woman silently, still for a brief moment before following her, cutting through any soldier that was unfortunate enough to actually be in the same hallway as they. Eventually, they came to a room with a lift on one side. Fighting through Mechs, they made it to the lift. Maiyah climbed into it and reached out her arms to help Lenne in, "The temple is just above... be ready... We might be in for a big welcoming party..."

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Grasping onto Maiyah's hands, Lenne hopped up into the lift, smiling softly. "I'm ready." The songstress nodded firmly. As the lift took them up, the younger woman bounced on her heels, humming softly to herself. It could be said that Lenne was strange. She had a unique outlook on life and her way of thinking was different to others' but Lenne was always strong of heart and will, she also tended to look on the bright side of almost every situation. It took a lot to make her cry.

Once the lift reached its destination, Lenne frowned, noticing just how different the Temple looked. It was subtle, but she could see the differences. Why was it so different? She'd only been down there a few hours, right? The first room was empty. No priests were there... and suddenly, though quite predictably, the doors burst open and soldiers began to charge in.

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The hymn of the Fayth had long since been replaced by ...Maiyah didn't know what to call it. Eerie lyrical moaning? Whatever it was, it was stagnant, unable to replace the beauty of the voices of the Fayth.

The soldiers lined up before them, those in front crouching down and aiming their guns at them while those in back simply stood. "This has gone far enough!" a monk in yellow said, holding up a flamethrower, "This massacre ends here!"

"What you people have done has gone far enough. Attacking Zanarkand, warping Spira's past, hiding the truths from everybody, claiming that you of all peoples would hold the secrets and teachings for Spira's salvation! Even the maesters were unsent, allowing summoner after summoner to be murdered by their own friends to cease the spiral of death that you yourselves have brought upon us! And now that Sin is gone...? You do what you did when Sin came into existence a thousand years ago! Will Bevelle ever change?" Maiyah shook her head.

She spread her arms out in gesture, "I am simply returning the favor. None of you know what suffering is."

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Maiyah's words left Lenne quite startled but, without warning, she stepped forward, her resolve made, for at least this moment. Even if she was 1000 years too late, not that she knew, Lenne was still able to account for almost everything Maiyah said. Though, the words upon maesters being unsents were a little unsettling. Maesters were high up in the Yevon structure and, whilst she wasn't greatly familiar with the workings of the Palace of St Bevelle, Lenne knew that maesters should be alive or dead. Not in between.

"I am the Summoner Lenne of Zanarkand. Bevelle knows not what they have done to destroy my people countless times in in equally unaccountable ways. I do not condone violence but you must be punished for the the things you've done!!" With that, Lenne made the first attack, raising her gun swiftly and shooting a clean shot straight into the skull of the man stood in the center of their group.

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Maiyah rushed as they open-fired, blocking bullets with her swords and taking some for her own, blood running down her legs and arms, but still she pushed forward. She cut through the ranks, one surviving but on the ground, caught by Maiyah's blade.

"B-but...!! Zanarkand...! Was destroyed!" he piped.

Maiyah sliced his head clean off before pushing forward, limping with the bullets in her legs. She shoved past the doors to the outside of Bevelle, within its sanctioned walls but now out underneath the open sky. "Come on," she said as she limped ahead, cutting away soldiers as they came.