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Post by Xenos on Feb 20, 2009 1:21:57 GMT -5
((FINE I GET IT. I'll post tomorrow morning. Right now I'm having an allergic reaction to my kitty cat and it's hard for me to READ PROPERLY. OKAY, ALEX. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?! ))
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Post by Alexander THE GIRL on Feb 20, 2009 1:41:19 GMT -5
((You know you love me.))
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Post by Reno on Feb 20, 2009 11:35:52 GMT -5
After not too long of force-drinking, Reno found that he was plenty tipsy enough to take his mind off of the depression when a huge sound came from above deck. He jolted off of the uncomfortable couch with a start, "What in the hell was that?!" he exclaimed with teal eyes searching the ceiling as though it would give him the answers he needed. He pursed his lips and set aside the heel of the loaf of bread and the bottle that was still mostly full-- strong stuff, really!-- and used his long legs to carry himself up the stairs and skipped every other step in his hurry.
When Reno pushed the door open to the deck, a harsh wind slapped him in the face. His red ponytail whipped around his neck, unnoticed. Reno, himself was quite distracted by the armor clad guy laying flat on the deck with the Captain attached to his arms. Reno grinned, "Need help, boss?" He started out, but nearly tripped on the OTHER dude unconscious on board. "What is this, a cheap motel? Pay before you sleep!" Reno scolded, but crouched down to tug on the man's wrist. For a moment, it didn't feel like his hand would reach the skin. His fingers seemed to hover somewhere they didn't belong, but eventually he achieved a firm grip. Maybe he was more drunk than he thought.... "Gimme a sec!" he called above the wind and grit his teeth with the effort of pulling the man. Reno could swear that his face was purple by the time he'd gotten the drunkard (who must have been far worse off than himself) even half-way through the door. With a final grunt of effort, the second of the two boots had cleared the door way.
Reno dusted off his hands and cracked the bones in his neck. This was the easy work. They still had to pull in that iron monster. The Turk rushed back out the door and soon joined the Captain. "Where're we taking this brute?" he asked with a wink while he rubbed his hands together. "Really, the guy should go back to his damsel, but looks like I'll just have to do...."
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Post by Seltzer Grenadine on Feb 20, 2009 17:52:06 GMT -5
The captain watched with a lopsided grin as the long-legged turk strolled his way back on deck, his smile widening at the sound of "boss." That sentiment, along with the faint smell of his vanilla brandy he caught when Reno passed, certainly wasn't lost on him. There was a roguish attitude about him that the captain himself had come to adopt the more time he spent in Locke's company. It was almost a comfort. Setzer shook his head, grin never faltering as the red-head rushed back to the deck. "I was just thinking about pushing him overboard," he said with a bark of a laugh, but quickly shook his head. "I don't know either of them!" He dropped the man's arm and took a moment to scan the deck, squinting into the wind as he thought. With a shrug, he turned back to Reno, reaching to grab hold of the armor again. "Help me drag him up to the bow near the wheel. I'd like to keep an eye on him." With a nod and a grunt, Setzer hauled back again, the job going much smoother now with extra manpower. He tried not to pay any mind to the havoc the armor was wreaking on his deck. ((I am the king of short posts lately. Ouch. Also: I LOVE YOU THANK YOU. ))
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Post by Reno on Feb 22, 2009 18:30:53 GMT -5
Reno nodded and gave a sloppy salute to the captain and grabbed the hunk of scraps' other "arm". With a grunting pull, the form screamed across the deck. The metal pieces scratched at the surface and pulled along with it small coils of wood. Absent-mindedly Reno thought to himself that the thin strips of wood reminded him of ribbons on a birthday gift that had been curled with the end of scissors or a dull knife. He would have liked a gift right about now, but he could feel the humidity of a storm rolling not too far in the distance. When the captain's movements came to a halt, Reno turned his teal gaze to the deep gray sky. Against his unsaturated surroundings, those eyes shone like a Soldier's with a core like mako.
Thunder cracked not too far away and the faint hair on Reno's arms rose in response to the electric current. He turned to the scarred man by his side. "Time to buckle down the hatches?" he asked, "We're gonna get our asses handed to us, boss." He glanced down at the tin man at his feet, "Hope he doesn't rust."
(("Oh pretty prince of parties, where'd you get your clothes? They're made of snow. Pretty party clothes crocheted of snow!"))
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Auron
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Post by Auron on Feb 24, 2009 8:20:53 GMT -5
He had a strange sensation in his legs, as though he was being dragged across somewhere. He was far too tired and drained, possibly wounded to be able to comprehend anything of any level of importance, so he merely flopped back to his limp state. He cared not for paying attention anyway. In his mind; all that mattered was trying to rest up and recover his lost energy.
He spent ages in a void of sleep and unconsciousness, not caring about anything that may have been occuring around him, not like he could have known anyway. Sleep was over him, and so nothing else was of any consequence.
Until he awoke at least. And it was likely going to be soon enough.
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Zack
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Post by Zack on Mar 2, 2009 2:25:16 GMT -5
((No words to apologize for my absence. I could try, but I think I deserve a swift ass-kicking from every person in this thread))
Zack stared at the horizon until his eyes lost focus, desperate to catch a glimpse of the dragon as it winged north(?)ward. Even as Setzer and Reno hauled the two unconscious stowaways, he remained ever vigilant at the bow of the 'ship. It was the wind that made his eyes water, wasn't it?
He'd promised to protect her. He failed - or would fail? He grasped the rail until the poor wood creaked and his knuckles stretched his leather gloves taught; his fingernails caught in the seams of those gloves and dug into the grain of the wood. In a very short period of time, Zack would fail her. It wouldn't be long now; he was already dead. And destiny had deemed him worthy of another chance and here he was, praying that this relic of an airship would keep up with Bahamut's shadow. And damn this wind. He wiped the tears from his eyes, not entirely sure he was right to blame the wind.
The storm's first raindrops fell on his bare forearms - an icy reminder of things he didn't need to be reminded of. The storm would both slow their progress and obscure their vision. "Don't worry, Aerith," he said, "we'll find you. We'll chase you to the ends of this world, even cross into others if we have to, but we - I - will find you and protect you. I promised then and I promised now; I will protect you."
((short and crappy post is short and crappy))
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Post by Seltzer Grenadine on Mar 2, 2009 2:46:03 GMT -5
((;-; No kicks from me. Nothing but love. ))
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Auron
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Post by Auron on Mar 3, 2009 0:30:45 GMT -5
((YES! Zack's posted! Things can move again! I won't kick you. Auron doesn't kick. He cuts. But I won't cut you either. You may need your limbs for typing.))
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Post by Seltzer Grenadine on Mar 16, 2009 3:04:45 GMT -5
Setzer's gaze lifted from the pile of armor at their feet to the mass of grey clouds drawing closer, the storm's first rain splashing against his face. "Batten down the hatches," he said with a wink, clapping the redhead on the shoulder. He toed the suspicious pile of armor once more, hardly able to shake the strange feeling he got when he looked at it. There was something strangely familiar about it, though he was sure he had never seen anything like it before. Whomever, or whatever, it was, Setzer was certain it wouldn't be a problem. He was, after all, a great judge of character, if he might say so himself. Still, the captain must always be prepared; he could always electrocute the big lug if he had to.
What he hadn't been prepared for was how quickly the storm descended upon them. Just a few minutes in, and visibility had already been cut in half, and the driving rain would have them drenched in no time. Bolts of lightning cracked through the air around them, screaming down the strips of metal attached to the body of the ship for precisely that purpose. The deeper they drove into the storm, the denser the fog became, and it would be no time at all before they couldn't see their own noses before them.
"It's no good," he yelled over the biting winds, hurrying to the wheel. He slowed the ship to a crawl, pulling his compass from a coat pocket before he realized what he was doing. What was he looking for? Zozo? They would almost be there, judging by the distance from the Opera House, but who was to say that it would be there? The captain grit his teeth, searching for any sign in the fog that this would let up. It wasn't going to happen. "We're gonna have to land," he called to Reno, visibly defeated. "She can't take the stress. Wasn't fully repaired last time." With such limited supplies, how could he have? Still, he couldn't stand the thought of giving up. "Goddesses, I hope I'm right."
((We did decide that, didn't we? Zozo and Jidoor changed places?))
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Post by Xenos on Mar 18, 2009 8:34:23 GMT -5
((Yeah, Jidoor is there instead of Zozo.))
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Post by Alexander THE GIRL on Apr 15, 2009 19:58:30 GMT -5
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Alexander heard shouting. It was a familiar voice, and it was yelling over the howls of some sort of specter. This was of no immediate concern to Alexander, though he knew it should have been. He wasn’t yet healed to full capacity, and so gaining consciousness would bring him only pain. Following this notion was the rumbling of thunder, as though some irritated force disapproved of this selfish line of thought. This stirred guilt in the iron angel’s heart, and thus were his eyes forced opened against his body’s protests.
That his body protested at all was disturbing in its own right. While Alexander was fully capable of assessing damage, and while he was not exactly immune to pain, he did not have as sensitive a sense of touch as humans. Generally his harm needed to be magical in some form for it to cause him pain; otherwise he would simply shrug it off as vessel damage, do what he could to mend it, and continue on his way. His body’s unexpected protestation could only have been a sign that the Holy Eidolon had tired himself out much worse than he had wanted to admit.
Still did the guilt stir, though, and so did he fight the urge to close his eyes and drift back to the sweet silence of slumber. Alexander then focused what little energy he could muster into a regeneration spell. It drained him even further to do so, and he nearly slipped back into unconsciousness from the effort, but quickly did he feel its benefits. Energy slowly but surely began returning to the white knight, and as it did he began to feel the strength he would need to begin moving.
Turning his head, Alexander saw there the great hero Setzer Gabbiani, the Great Falconer. Setzer Gabbiani, the sixth realm’s champion pilot. Setzer Gabbiani, the wind by which all heroes of the sixth realm rode to great battle with the demon Kefka Palazzo. Setzer Gabbiani, he who gambled his life for the sake of the world and walked away richer in spirit than he had ever been. Setzer Gabbiani stood before him, and from this was Alexander’s smile was born anew. Alexander smiled so genuinely that, were one told that the brightest Guardian Force had recently suffered the greatest loss he’d felt since the sixth realm’s cracking, it would earn naught but scoffs.
Alexander then saw the storm around them—no doubt the source of the supposed wraith howls he’d heard earlier. Setzer seemed to have been unnerved by the storm, and so was he moving to land. The knight felt the lightest twinge of schadenfreude then, as he imagined Xenos and his snake struck down by the planet’s fury. He pushed it aside, however, remembering St. Gainsborough and the great hero Squall Leonhart’s position at the thrice cursed devil’s side.
“Setzer…” He whispered, moving out his arm to lightly grab the man’s ankle once he found the strength to do so. He hoped he hadn’t frightened the poor man into crashing, but the angel required the pilot’s attention. “The dragon. St. Gainsborough. We have to follow them. We have to…” He began weakly, slowly struggling to his feet as got a better look at the storm around him. There was no way the ship could hold out against this for long, and in fact it was even less likely Tiamat could function in a storm of this magnitude while she ferried passengers from place to place.
“We have to land.” He finished, turning his head to meet the drunken face of the Turk Reno. Alexander’s visage twisted into a grimace as he looked the inebriated man over, assessing whether the Shinra employee posed any threat. When last he had seen this man, they’d fought together against a mimic. Well, Alexander had fought. Reno had been enchanted by the creature and had turned on the group, having only snapped out of it moments before the creature was slain. “Well met, Turk. I see you make it a point to stray right-mindedness.” Alexander spoke curtly, swiftly turning away from the redhead to see Sephiroth’s traveling companion by the bow.
“Damn…” Alexander cursed as dread filled his mind. With both Reno and Zack here, that could only mean Sephiroth was here with them. Surely he hadn’t boarded a ship with one of the most deplorable men in history. Suddenly Alexander was all to happy to be landing.
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Post by Reno on Apr 20, 2009 20:54:16 GMT -5
"Right," Reno corrected himself with a light knuckle to the brow, "Batten down...." As the giant metal behemoth flew directly into the storm, the Turk found himself suddenly buffeted by the heavy rain. It splashed into his eyes and started sobering up, after all his "hard work" of fixing his prior lack of drunkenness. He held his hand to block his teal eyes from the torrent to no avail. The water brushed past the puny cover of his arm and soaked him entirely through. His white shirt stuck to his skin and chilled him to the core. With the heavy winds rocking the ship, Reno had to rely heavily on his sure-footedness to make it back to the captain. He peered at the metal heap for only a moment and stepped over him.
Reno saw the hand reach out from the armor and reached for his nightstick immediately, absolutely ready for the summon to pull the Captain's feet out from under him. Gnashing his teeth at Setzer's announcement that they needed to land and in response to Alexander's plea, Reno turned to the soaked silver-haired man whose scars now were dimly visible in the hazy light. "What can I do?" There was no time for jokes and his own survival counted on the captain's skill. If there was anything he could do.... "Captain!"
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Post by Seltzer Grenadine on Apr 24, 2009 1:48:24 GMT -5
Too much. It was just too much. It had moved—he knew he had seen it. The gambler's keen eyes were not deceiving him. That thing had moved, and it was now grasping at his ankle. The voice was indeed familiar, and it was now apparent that this had been the voice that called to him earlier. The only person he knew that even bothered to speak in such polite terms was Cyan, and what now stood before him was not Cyan Garamonde. Mr. Thou himself, pugnacious old man though he was, couldn't possibly move a suit of armor like that on his own. This also accounted for the fact that Setzer could not shake the feeling that had come over him since the stranger boarded his airship. The familiar charge washed over him like a wave, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling at the electric charge. That was it!
This was the same feeling he had when he first awoke in this strange world, following the Esper Bahamut to his battered ship. The same feeling found him again when he encountered Odin, who possessed his ship, and now! "Esper," he spoke quietly. He couldn't quite recall an Esper of the ilk that stood before him, now, but the familiarity remained, even as he stared up into that completely unfamiliar, stony face.
"We have to land."
The words bit, sounded bitter to the gambler's senses, but his cooler head prevailed, and he was resolved to take the 'ship down. He prayed that he wasn't driving them straight into the mountains. Reno seemed eager to help, and Setzer could think of little to help ease the man's tension. "Just hold on," he barked, motioning toward the rails and the various pipes jutting out of the wooden deck. He glanced back at the Esper, giving him a good once over before deciding that he would do well on his own. He was an Esper, after all, couldn't most of them fly? "You're going to have to explain something to me if we make it all through this. When we do." The Esper had to know something about what was going on. Anything at all. "Ready or not!," he called when the crew was safely anchored to the ship's deck, knowing full well how ready they were before he pulled the Falcon into its descent.
((>>Jidoor>>
Too soon to move? Just let me know.))
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Post by Auron on May 3, 2009 22:30:23 GMT -5
((Shall I post here before moving on? I think I shall, but it'll have to wait till tomorrow ladies. And Alex. ) It hadn't been long in his slumber before the motions turned rocky. It shook him awake, as the airship lashed through the strong winds, heavy rain and a very dense batch of cloud. Perfect. he thought. "No rest for the weary." he said, getting up. And upon looking around, realised only the armoured man from earlier was recognisable -though he still did not know the man- to him. "Where are we?" he asked, whoever could hear him over the rain. ((Shoot...gotta run. I just got called in for a last minute shift. Damnit.))
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