Post by Dyne on Feb 26, 2008 13:41:02 GMT -5
Hi, I was hoping I might be able to play as Dyne from Final Fantasy seven here, I guessed playing a Villain was a bit much to ask at the moment, so I went with the job theif, since it leads to gunner. You can e-mail me as Rain_down_fire@hotmail.com if you need to.
Each step was like a mountain in itself, the stairs leading up, and up, further into the golden arena. Bodies lay in his wake, lead from his gun filling their bodies, with the odd burned corpses, he had more than a simple gun on his left arm. The man known as Dyne glanced up the endless stair case, his dark eyes narrowing at the people cramming inside, they thought they were safe. ‘She’s telling me to stop, Eleanor… but I can’t, everything… I must destroy everything. Starting with them’ the thoughts, the hundreds, thousands of unorganized, unmanageable thoughts crumbled away in his mind, leaking there and then. His insanity had taken over a long time, his gun was his justice, but Eleanor was his last sense of reason, the reason why that bastard Barret, still lived.
Dyne reached the top of the stairs, leading to the arena in Gold Saucer. As he stepped over the last step of the staircase, the hall lay ahead with the crowds of people inside, the traitorous bastards. Nothing deserved to stand, while he had lost everything, Eleanor, Marlene, why should he be the only one to suffer? That’s what he believed, though, he still secretly, the back of his dark mind wished to be destroyed, he hated himself, and everything about him He was a monster, a self loathing monster. There was a sudden crash ahead of him, which caused his eyes to dart down to the door ahead. A man, muscular in statue, with a pole grasped tightly in both hands rushed at him yelling some nonsense Dyne chose not to hear. The metal pole swung down from above and struck down onto Dyne. A loud metal clang echoed down the stairs, the pole vibrated frantically in the mans hands which caused his teeth to chatter in rhythm. His eyes widened as he gazed over gun armed madman. Dyne stood sternly, his eyes locked in rage on the attacker, his gun arm raised into the air, blocking the metal pole from above. With a swift push of his arm, the pole went flying backwards in the mans grasp, however a moment later a loud bang exploded from between them, Dyne’s gun arm pointed at the mans chest. He dropped, blood dripping down his wound and dribbling from his lips. The gun armed man stepped over the body and inside the arena. Screams and explosions followed soon after, until they were stopped in a quick moment.
Dyne opened his eyes slowly, the taste of blood lingered in his mouth, his lips dry and torn, his clothes tattered and sandy. Sandy… the ground below him felt rather soft and warm, like the feeling of a desert. Slowly, he lifted himself to his feet, his body warm but exhausted. His gaze flickered around, flashes shooting back into him, the lives he had just taken, the screams, and the men that stopped him, pushed him into the hole. It led to the desert. Before he could really start to walk, a man spoke up from behind him, in a sullen, tired voice.
“Ah another for the prison I see.” Dyne slowly turned to him, his frown deep in his expression.
“Prison?” The man nodded sternly, his hand pressed against his forehead to shadow his eyes. “Yeah, that’s right, Corel prison, where the criminals of Gold Saucer go its fai-“
“A desert…” Dyne cut him off, glancing around slightly, taking it all in. “I’m thirsty, a drink, where can I get one?”
The man chuckled a little in a deep sullen manner. “Drink? Gotta wait your turn mate, rain is damn near impossible here, we pump our water from above.”
“The rain, water should of put out the fires, it never came, it took them... it took everything” The man raised a brow, puzzled, and stepped forward slightly.
“A-are you…” Another loud bang sounded. Dyne raised his gun arm to the man, and without hesitation, he fired, the bullets ripped through him. The man fell onto his back, coughing blood, before passing on.
“Why didn’t rain” Dyne stepped over the body, looking down at it slightly. “It’s not over yet, Eleanor, Marlene, they won’t stand alone in heaven. Everyone will join them.”
The gun armed, and stepped over the body, heading towards a wreck not too far in the distance, he needed to be alone. He wasn’t one for company, not anymore. Solitude, that’s what he was used to, without Marlene, without Eleanor no one could comfort him.
Dyne sat himself down, and raised his gun into the air, his eyes closed. He began to fire, repeatedly, not saying a word, barely breathing. In his head, Eleanor spoke, he couldn’t hear her properly. He continued to fire, wishing for rain? To vent anger? He hadn’t decided yet, his mind was too muddled for the moment, he was trapped in his hole, unable to effect. He would destroy the people here, he would destroy the town itself, and then he would move onto the world. Nothing would stand, nothing deserved to.
“Dyne… is that you?” A deep voice sounded from ahead of him. His gun stopped, he rose to his full height, and furtively stared ahead.
A voice he would never forget, a face he would never forget.
Each step was like a mountain in itself, the stairs leading up, and up, further into the golden arena. Bodies lay in his wake, lead from his gun filling their bodies, with the odd burned corpses, he had more than a simple gun on his left arm. The man known as Dyne glanced up the endless stair case, his dark eyes narrowing at the people cramming inside, they thought they were safe. ‘She’s telling me to stop, Eleanor… but I can’t, everything… I must destroy everything. Starting with them’ the thoughts, the hundreds, thousands of unorganized, unmanageable thoughts crumbled away in his mind, leaking there and then. His insanity had taken over a long time, his gun was his justice, but Eleanor was his last sense of reason, the reason why that bastard Barret, still lived.
Dyne reached the top of the stairs, leading to the arena in Gold Saucer. As he stepped over the last step of the staircase, the hall lay ahead with the crowds of people inside, the traitorous bastards. Nothing deserved to stand, while he had lost everything, Eleanor, Marlene, why should he be the only one to suffer? That’s what he believed, though, he still secretly, the back of his dark mind wished to be destroyed, he hated himself, and everything about him He was a monster, a self loathing monster. There was a sudden crash ahead of him, which caused his eyes to dart down to the door ahead. A man, muscular in statue, with a pole grasped tightly in both hands rushed at him yelling some nonsense Dyne chose not to hear. The metal pole swung down from above and struck down onto Dyne. A loud metal clang echoed down the stairs, the pole vibrated frantically in the mans hands which caused his teeth to chatter in rhythm. His eyes widened as he gazed over gun armed madman. Dyne stood sternly, his eyes locked in rage on the attacker, his gun arm raised into the air, blocking the metal pole from above. With a swift push of his arm, the pole went flying backwards in the mans grasp, however a moment later a loud bang exploded from between them, Dyne’s gun arm pointed at the mans chest. He dropped, blood dripping down his wound and dribbling from his lips. The gun armed man stepped over the body and inside the arena. Screams and explosions followed soon after, until they were stopped in a quick moment.
Dyne opened his eyes slowly, the taste of blood lingered in his mouth, his lips dry and torn, his clothes tattered and sandy. Sandy… the ground below him felt rather soft and warm, like the feeling of a desert. Slowly, he lifted himself to his feet, his body warm but exhausted. His gaze flickered around, flashes shooting back into him, the lives he had just taken, the screams, and the men that stopped him, pushed him into the hole. It led to the desert. Before he could really start to walk, a man spoke up from behind him, in a sullen, tired voice.
“Ah another for the prison I see.” Dyne slowly turned to him, his frown deep in his expression.
“Prison?” The man nodded sternly, his hand pressed against his forehead to shadow his eyes. “Yeah, that’s right, Corel prison, where the criminals of Gold Saucer go its fai-“
“A desert…” Dyne cut him off, glancing around slightly, taking it all in. “I’m thirsty, a drink, where can I get one?”
The man chuckled a little in a deep sullen manner. “Drink? Gotta wait your turn mate, rain is damn near impossible here, we pump our water from above.”
“The rain, water should of put out the fires, it never came, it took them... it took everything” The man raised a brow, puzzled, and stepped forward slightly.
“A-are you…” Another loud bang sounded. Dyne raised his gun arm to the man, and without hesitation, he fired, the bullets ripped through him. The man fell onto his back, coughing blood, before passing on.
“Why didn’t rain” Dyne stepped over the body, looking down at it slightly. “It’s not over yet, Eleanor, Marlene, they won’t stand alone in heaven. Everyone will join them.”
The gun armed, and stepped over the body, heading towards a wreck not too far in the distance, he needed to be alone. He wasn’t one for company, not anymore. Solitude, that’s what he was used to, without Marlene, without Eleanor no one could comfort him.
Dyne sat himself down, and raised his gun into the air, his eyes closed. He began to fire, repeatedly, not saying a word, barely breathing. In his head, Eleanor spoke, he couldn’t hear her properly. He continued to fire, wishing for rain? To vent anger? He hadn’t decided yet, his mind was too muddled for the moment, he was trapped in his hole, unable to effect. He would destroy the people here, he would destroy the town itself, and then he would move onto the world. Nothing would stand, nothing deserved to.
“Dyne… is that you?” A deep voice sounded from ahead of him. His gun stopped, he rose to his full height, and furtively stared ahead.
A voice he would never forget, a face he would never forget.