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Post by Seltzer Grenadine on May 23, 2007 21:27:35 GMT -5
"Treno," Setzer whispered under his breath, unable to recall the location of such a place. "See, the problem is that I've never heard of a 'Treno,' or a 'Shinra'..." The captain knew things had changed drastically since he awoke... but putting the pieces together was proving difficult.
"Some things are the same and others are different," he drew out carefully, hoping that his words didn't sound as distressing as they were. "I traveled the world on this airship before things changed... and I'd never heard of 'Treno' or 'Shinra.'" The scarred man shook his head and plunged his hands deep within his pockets. "And the fact that I haven't run into any of The Returners since things changed worries me..."
He knew the others would have no clue what he was talking about, but at least they weren't alone. "We're all pretty much clueless."
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Post by Seltzer Grenadine on May 25, 2007 23:23:06 GMT -5
((All right, kiddos. As soon as I get the official go-ahead, we're moving to Bevelle. Hold on to all personal items and keep your hands inside the vehicle at all times. Ladies and Gentlemen(mages), It's gonna be a bumpy ride. ))
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Post by Seltzer Grenadine on May 29, 2007 15:05:40 GMT -5
((And we're off. Those of you who want to can probably get a post or two in the next few days before we actually arrive-- I'm waiting for Odin to make the move and then we'll follow. Savvy?))
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Post by Vivi Orunitia on Jun 15, 2007 19:39:39 GMT -5
Vivi walked over to the window. Looking outside he saw that the terrain was starting to change.
"So now where are we headed?" He asked. He knew that it was a false hope when he expected an answer. He wasn't sure if Setzer even knew where he was piloting his ship. All he knew that was someone close to him had been kidnapped and he was eager to help get them back.
(( Wow it has been a minute since I posted last. Well, my ban on this site isn't over yet, but the monitoring of the internet is a bit lax for the next day or so since I am in port in Italy, and the people in charge of the LAN are not even here right now. I hope that we hit Bevelle here soon so that I might be able to make a post before the ban picks up again. Not sure if will happen though. Good news though. I am no longer in the Gulf any more. Or of the coast of Somolia. If you guys read anything or heard anything in the news about the people that were involved in the U.S. Embassy Bombings a bunch of years back that were located and killed in Somalia, yeah, that was me!!! Well I will check back later I hope.))
((Wow typo heaven. Sorry about that… No more typing when I am half asleep…))
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Post by Alexander THE GIRL on Jun 16, 2007 0:24:05 GMT -5
((...What?! XD))
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Post by Reno on Oct 4, 2008 13:45:51 GMT -5
<< Bevelle
Reno slid down the ladder with lithe ease and stretched as he reached the bottom. The cabin was much warmer than outside, but the size somewhat appalled him-- it was so small in comparison to the Highwind hold! He was used to the cold metal cabin with plenty of room to lounge and stretch and put your feet on the table.
The redhead bound down the steps and looked around at the strange fake stone and the polished wood. His teal eyes landed on an ornate blue,gold and--was that pink?-- couch that didn't look at all comfortable. The Turk pursed his lips and placed a hand on the fake stone. It was rough under his long fingers, but they easily found a hidden crevice in the lines. He smiles and slid his smaller fingers in to the first knuckle and pulled. The panel slid behind the rest of the wall and a few lights flickered on.
"Jackpot," Reno sang to himself and crept into the storehouse. There were a few bottles of strange alcohol he had never seen before. The brands on them said things like "Narshe distillery" or "Property of the Owzer collection". Reno had no idea what these things meant, but he opened up a bottle and lightly smelled it. It was one of the Owzer's bottles. It was made from dark glass, so whatever was inside was undetectable without a proper smell or taste. Reno, having much experience with alcohol wrinkled his nose. "Wine!" he gagged and replaced the stopper. He picked up a shorter bottle made from simple clay. It was unmarked and it looked well-used as though the owner had refilled it many times. "What are you....?" he asked and opened it up. The smell was vaguely like the rum he'd had back in Junon, but it had a very vanilla flavor. He took a tentative sip and was taken aback. It tasted like cream soda! Reno smiled and took the bottle for himself as well as an appetizing chunk of bread with pepperoni kneaded into the dough.
He almost danced out of the store room and plopped himself down on the hideous couch with his long legs stretched out in front of him. This is the life! he told himself and took a long drink that settled hot into his stomach and he followed it with a mouthful of the bread. Reno chewed slowly as he thought about Rude and Elena and where they were. He didn't normally care too much for Elena since she was so hot-tempered and OCD, but with the emptiness left by the absence of his fellow Turks, Reno felt too alone to drink. He wished Rude was there to warn him not to drink so quickly and then get too hammered, himself to make it home alone. He missed playing cards in the pub in Junon. He missed wasting entire paychecks to satiate his thirst and hunger.
He thought again about Tifa and looked down at where his hand had blistered an smiled. She had healed it all up for him.Now, even the angry red had dissipated and he was perfectly fine. The polyester of his jacket still stuck to his shirt as though they had been fused together and he sighed. It would be nice if Tifa was here to relax with them. His teal eyes stared at the ceiling without looking at it and thought of how much easier she was to work with now that she was.... younger? He hated to think he was taking advantage of such a young, sweet thing, but it was nice to see her big brown eyes look at him with such concern.... And he's lost her in the fight. Who knew if she was still alive?
Reno grit his teeth and shook his head. Booze now, think later, he told himself and took another swig and leaned back against the couch.
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Post by Alexander THE GIRL on Oct 7, 2008 5:06:41 GMT -5
>>From The Entrance>>
Dashing for the sound of the airship with all his might, Alexander tried and failed to sprout wings several times to quicken his pace. Apparently he was still drained from the Holy spell, and would take some time to recharge completely. Finally reaching the Falcon just before it took off, Alexander grabbed a hanging rope as the ship began hovering above the ground. Climbing as quickly as he could, Alexander collapsed on the deck as he hoisted himself over the railing.
“Setzer…” He called out to nowhere in particular, raising his arm as though reaching out to someone. He was so drained he could barely stand. Instead choosing to lay there and recharge, Alexander merely repeated Setzer’s name several times before halting movement altogether. He hadn’t lost consciousness, but he would want to stave off moving for a couple minutes if he was to regain his strength.
((Shamelessly copies and pasted? You bet!))
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Post by Seltzer Grenadine on Oct 8, 2008 21:14:01 GMT -5
>>Bevelle Temple>>
Setzer smiled at the familiar click whirr that the storeroom made when opened. Reno sure was a sneaky little bastard, but the captain could only laugh it off in this situation. The red-head reminded him a little of a certain treasure hunter–frustrating, but endearing none-the-less. Oh, how he wished to derail that particular train of thought. The unknown fate of his close friends scared the hell out of him, that was for sure, but something in him said that now was not the time. Aerith needed help. She was his friend now, and he loved her just as he loved his missing companions. He saw something of Terra in her, a fact that bit at his heart when it mattered most, and he would find her just as he would find the others when the time came.
A voice shook him from his thoughts as he drove the ship northward, catching him off guard. The voice repeated its call, and this time he recognized his name, but something about this bothered him. He thought to answer when the call came again, to which he frowned and turn his head back to scan the deck. The voice was familiar, and yet unfamiliar at once, and it certainly didn't belong to any known passengers of his ship. There was Zack, and Reno, who was below deck, and the black-clad man who did not know his name, and... he paused in his search, eyes finally landing on the nearly blinding white suit of armor rather unceremoniously piled on the deck. He blinked. "Who in the..."
Setzer glanced at the wheel momentarily, scrunching up his nose as he thought. The pile didn't seem to be moving, but something about it made him feel very uneasy. With a determined sigh, the captain shifted his 'ship into autopilot and left his post to check on the armor. He toed it carefully; his white and gold boots seemed so dull next to the pristine metal. He had presumed the suit to be empty until he spotted the blonde hair, and finally, a head in the mess. He made a face– was he (it?) dead? Biting his lip, Setzer leaned down to grab a hold of an arm, and hauling back in an attempt to pull the suit with him. He nearly ripped his arm out of socket, which nearly sent him stumbling back over the deck. He flashed a sheepish grin at Zack and Sephiroth, giving the suit of armor a more intent tug in an attempt to drag it back to the wheel with him. Ohhh, how embarrassing...
He had only managed to drag the incredibly heavy suit along for a few inches when a flash of red caught his eye. Just a foot away from the heap of blinding metal was another man, this one much more evident of life, complete with a heaving chest and the sheen of sweat on his skin. The captain blinked. "What in the name of the magi...?" He couldn't drag both of them back, now could he?
((This. This is funny. Setzer trying to drag Alexander around. Haha... man.
Edited to reflect Auron's arrival.))
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Auron
Lvl 2
This is your story now.
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Post by Auron on Oct 14, 2008 9:33:04 GMT -5
((Bugger. I'll probably edit the last of my post in the "Bevelle >> Entrance" thread, to tie in...so forgive this.))
He crawled abreast onto the ledge of this airship. The make was strange, alien to him. Sure, from where he had always found himself, Airships were infrequent, with only one ever being around. Only after it's "resurfacing" by the Al Bhed's resourcefulness...but it seemed so out of place to him in his world. He stared at the armoured being.
"Who...are you?" he had asked, only then noticing the existence of the the other people standing around.
Hoisting himself the rest of the way up, he found he'd run out of energy. A moan escaped as he faded into blackness, consciousness evaporating as he fell into an unconscious slumber, so as to regain his strength. He remembered nothing more. Nothing between seeing almost blacked out figures as he lay sprawled on the ledge of this airship, and from his time of regaining control of his body after the war that had engulfed Bevelle.
"Our world has fallen into a chaos worse than Sin..." he feared to reason.
((Heh...sorry about posting so randomly and out of place of sorts...but I made the decision to follow Alexander as he was the only person nearby who was active...sorry about this... ))
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Post by Xenos on Oct 18, 2008 11:58:49 GMT -5
((Reno's gonna come out from the depths all drunk and go "Wh--what?!"))
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Post by Xenos on Nov 16, 2008 12:20:38 GMT -5
((Whose turn is it...?))
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Post by Seltzer Grenadine on Nov 16, 2008 13:38:30 GMT -5
((Zack's... maybe Seph's. Yours, if you want. -cough- Unless you want us to just, I dunno, move on.))
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Post by Xenos on Nov 17, 2008 12:14:13 GMT -5
((Bre thinks it's hers, but we can move on to speed things up a bit. Whatev. She can post as we move.))
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Auron
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This is your story now.
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Post by Auron on Dec 16, 2008 4:08:05 GMT -5
(( Hello all. Apologies for not appearing sooner, but I guess it hasn't been much of a problem so far. I don't mind as to who goes next, but I want to make a request. For when it comes close to my next turn, someone (who isn't really doing anything in particular, perhaps?) possibly wake me up from my unconscious state in a recovery room, or something of the like? It would be appreciated, I personally don't mind if you control me as much as necessary, in order to organise things for such an occassion. But I thought I might get this request out there.
Not to mention, state I'm alive.))
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Post by Alexander THE GIRL on Feb 19, 2009 18:55:15 GMT -5
((Reno, Zack, Reno, Sephiroth, or Reno, please post. Auron and I just passed out and it would be silly for us to wake up right after doing so, and Setzer just posted. Reno especially, since I know you're still here. I'd say Zack and Sephiroth, but I'm beginning to think they're not coming back.))
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