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Post by andheavenburns on Jan 15, 2008 19:24:04 GMT -5
Squall remained sceptical at Aerith’s response. His eyes moved over her stance once more, not quite convinced. She could be downplaying any injuries. It was her prerogative however. If she faltered, Squall would drag her behind him. Giving her a cursory nod, Squall pulled away, readying his Gunblade. Depending on how far Tiamat was located, Aerith might have to run eitherway.
Xenos was already disappearing before them though and Squall followed, first giving the breach a cursory examination. Rubble. Unstable masonry. And above it all, a writhing red sky. Lunar Cry. He had thought the sensation a familiar one. The last time he had not been on the planet to feel it, but he had felt it nonetheless…. Squall pulled his gaze away from it, reaching out to help Aerith up automatically. He let the woman go first, ready to offer support should she slip or fall. Standard procedure, he thought, trying to fit back into the simpler mentality of the mission and not quite succeeding.
Again his eyes were drawn to the sky and he found himself suddenly anxious to hold his weapon at a more battleready stance and trying to ignore the temptation all in one. There seemed to be no immediate danger, it was simply that the sight of the multitude of swarming creatures overhead was an unnerving one. Then again, Squall considered, they were moving out of cover. Danger would not stay away for much longer. The sound of Xenos’ magic- perhaps even the feel of it- was sure to draw unwanted attention.
His gaze snapped to Xenos. That the man knew of the Lunar Cry did not overly surprise Squall but Lunar Cry meant Lunatic Pandora. And that to Squall denoted a recipe for disaster.
He watched the other SeeD pull Aerith up and quickly followed suit. Then there was solid ground beneath his feet and he could hold his Gunblade with sure hands once more and Squall gained a glimmer of satisfaction at the return of his focus. Fear and hesitation were words, notions to be discarded as inefficient and unessential. Squall was still a SeeD. This was just another mission.
“Tiamat.” Not a question. A statement. Stormy eyes flickered over Xenos. “Can you call her here?” He doubted it, the building did not look like it could necessarily support her weight and – a brief glance upwards- they really did not want to draw attention.
”If not, I suggest you allocate a rendezvous point that’s as close as you can make it.” Grey eyes refused to leave the sky though Squall was more aware of the pandemonium below. Sinspawn. Dying civilians. People they could not help. Was there a way to thwart the Lunar Cry? Redirect it? Not that he had heard of. There had been no warning. People were going to die.
Irrelevant, Squall thought, and wished he could believe it.
((… was so tempted to have Squall do some manhandling of Aerith but I don’t want to go all godmodd-ish. :coughs: .>.> Still, so you know, was tempted!))
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Post by Xenos on Jan 22, 2008 11:56:16 GMT -5
((Sorry. Damn I'm behind. I'll get on Aerith's case tonight and try to get her to post. I didn't want to interrupt your attack, Tiamat! I'll call you now.))
Xenos nodded. If there was any chance of them escaping, it would be with Tiamat. Tiamat, he mentally pulled at their connection, I need you to come pick us up. We're outside of the building, do you see us? He felt frantic. There was nothing he could do to fight, nothing he could do to help except for wait. His gaze fell to the lower city where the sinspawn were still raging, though fewer in numbers than before. The people of Bevelle had given them a beating, but still the bodies of the victims lay thrown about the cityscape.
His eyes narrowed and a lump caught in his throat. He had seen this before. Xenos had been the cause. He wasn't able to save them. They had followed him until the end, without regard for what he was fighting for. It never didn't matter to them what he stood for, he was their brains and their determination. Suddenly the people of Bevelle were his White SeeDs and the party at his back was a group of friends long gone. He could almost hear a voice tell him warmly, "It's alright. We're here behind you. Do what you think is right and we'll follow."
The ground shuddered again and for a moment, Xenos thought it was the SeeD Castle moving beneath his feet. He had to hurry! If they didn't, She would finish---
But he could see Aerith and Squall and the people dead on the ground below were again those of Bevelle.
Still, there was nothing to do but wait and waiting made Xenos' entire body itch. He looked to the crimson-lit sky and grit his teeth, "Please, hurry," he pleaded to any salvation they could muster.
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Post by Tiamat on Jan 26, 2008 15:40:41 GMT -5
((It's okay. I didn't really plan to finish it. Anyway, if you're outside the building... where am I? :B))
Tiamat had hunkered down as the Sinspawn became more vicious in their attacks, apparently encouraged by her lack of resistance. It gave her an immense sense of satisfaction to imagine their tiny brains melting in the force of her power in mere minutes. The energy for the attack gathered and coursed through her veins, gaining momentum with every second. The power of it sang in her ears, blocking out the distressed creaking of the Temple and the terrible screams of the Lunar Cry, its breaking imminent overhead. She was nearly ready to attack when one of the Sinspawn, its iridescent wings flickering, rushed her and, there was no other word for it, self-destructed. Tiamat bellowed with surprise and anger, her concentration broken and her face burning. Still, it was only a minor setback.
Tiamat reared up on her hind legs, relishing the moment, practically humming, when she caught Xenos' message. With an irritated growl, she swung her gaze between the chittering Sinspawn before her and the rest of her surroundings. This time, Tiamat did not fail to notice the monsters of the Lunar Cry descending, although she did not immediately mark Xenos, Squall, and Aerith. She surmised that they must be somewhere within the now-ruined Temple and let out a vexed huff of breath, swirling with dark, shimmering eddies of residual energy. The remaining monsters were startled by her sudden movements and had held off attacking for a brief moment, and before they could regroup, Tiamat gathered up her enormous body and set off in a with several violent swings of her tail to keep the bugs away. Ah, yes, there were her humans, outside the doors, but still in danger of being caught in the collapse. The ceiling had fallen in, the walls were barely standing, and Tiamat had to wonder how Xenos and Squall had managed to create so much lovely ruination between the two of them. Perhaps the woman had helped. She trumpeted a greeting and lumbered over.
"I see you haven't lost your touch for destruction," she rasped to Xenos with a mad baring of her teeth that was meant for a smile. "Come on, then. Whitherto?"
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Post by Xenos on Feb 4, 2008 15:04:58 GMT -5
((I've been gone so much! I'm so sorry! I've tried to get Aerith to post, but we're spending all of our spare hours on the cosplay we're competing with this Saturday. After this upcoming weekend, things should fall back to normal. Again, I'm so sorry! I'll go ahead and post so that we're not so stagnant, but we are, really waiting on Aerith, aren't we?))
Xenos sneered and climbed up on the great dragon's back. "You make it sound all wrong," he told her in undertone. "We need to get somewhere to regroup. The castle is probably best, just so long as we can get out of here." Mismatched eyes again landed on the pulsating moon. How could this have happened? There was no time to investigate, really. He could see the bodies of entire families littering the streets and he felt guilty for having admitted to himself that their faith had left a bad taste in his mouth....
No, it wasn't their faith that had done that, it had been their blindness. If Aerith had been anyone else, then they would have mistrusted her, they possibly would have entirely ousted her from the city and kept her from any form of shelter whatsoever. These people were hypocrites. They were the worst form of religious. The worst kind of patriotic. The worst kind of "good."
But, then again... who was he to talk?
Who was Esthar.
He grit his teeth together. Just because a group of people were blind didn't mean that they were more or less deserving to die. He stared at the ground stories below. He didn't know what would happen. Would they come back to life like those in Nibelheim or would this entire city be forced to suffer this damage? Were all of these lives really lost? Xenos felt empty.
Those same people had not only been trusting of Aerith, but trusting of him as well, once he stood up to them. They had prayed for their protection and he had failed them, just like before.
He furrowed his brows and shook himself. This was no time to be self-pitying! There would be plenty of time for that once they managed to escape, but first and foremost they had to get out. Dying wouldn't do anyone any good in the long run.
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Post by Aerith Gainsborough on Feb 22, 2008 2:03:20 GMT -5
((NOONNONONONONONONNOOOOOO! I had this written and my page moved!!! GAAAAAA))
The view Aerith saw as she emerged from the ruin encompassed the whole of the city. It should've been absolutely breathtaking. It was.
Her breath caught somewhere in her chest.
She almost lost strength in her legs, but she could feel Squall standing behind her. No, she had to be strong.
The very Planet seemed to be bleeding. Is this how it was? Is this what they saw as Jenova's meteor crashed down? Is this their Crisis playing out before their eyes. The screams and cries mingled until human and beast were one cacophany in the night. But it wasn't the cries of the living or the dieing. It was the raging tides of the dead that swirled about the crimson vortex. These were the people who died with absolute faith that she'd lead them to a brighter future. These were the people who held hope in their hearts and their eyes as she passed on her way to this very temple. These were the people she'd failed. Her heart screamed both rage and grief as she collapsed to her knees with tears pouring down her cheeks. She clutched the shattered rocks until her palms bled into the dusty earth. Her blood deserved to stain the ground as much as those out there. A fine tremor started in her stomach and spread out to her fingertips. The spirits echoed like a chord struck, each voice adding to the dischord.
All she could see was the iridescent, green, and white of the dead. No, of life. They spun around her form, humming and echoing. Every hair stood on end; sparks danced across her clothing and over her form like static. This was deeper, far deeper, than conversing with the Planet or casting through Materia. She felt as though she was the orb and the Planet was channeling through her. From this point at the edge of kinetic, where all threatens to fall into motion at a breath, she felt the entire glimmering tapestry around her. Holy magic sucked and pulled at the threads somewhere behind her. Like mist, it scattered and reformed as some preternatural being moved across its surface.
It hurt. She was being ripped apart by the indescribable pull. What was happening? It was being pulled apart from every possible direction, and pressing together into one single atom. It was fire and ice; weightless and dense. She couldn't hear her own scream, though it echoed across the landscape and down alleys. It was shrill, the kind that bordered on the edge of human hearing and instead bypassed the ears and lodged directly inside the skull. Humans shouldn't be able to make that sound. The pyreflies that had gathered on the rise rippled outward in chaos, collided with each other, and filled the crimson and black sky with their light.
It was a spell Aerith knew, not from casting, but from experience. She remembered the smell of raw magic and the burning that remained afterward. "No..." she whispered - a breath from her raw and bleeding throat. "No, please..." The feeling wound tighter. "Get down, " she cried with all that remained of her willpower. There were shadows against the light, shadows of her friends. Were they watching? Did they hear?
The world exploded in green. It was the color of Mako sludge and lightning. Ultima and the Lunar Cry's monsters hit like waves crashing on the rocks and filled the air with more spirits. They swirled together, and another round of the spell collided with the ocean of beasts. The air became more and more volitile. The chain would've kept going, except that while Aerith was a powerful spellcaster, her small body could only hold so much power coursing through. Smoke poured from her nose and ears until finally, there was silence and she collapsed.
Aerith wasn't unconscious, no. She shook and spasmed there on the stone ruins, smoke now trickled out of her ear. "S...k...ah..." was all her voice could manage. Her fingers twitched toward the young man's black boot. "He......p...... ho.....m....."
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Post by Xenos on Feb 22, 2008 11:34:56 GMT -5
Xenos felt as though he was about to be pushed from the dragon's back. He leaned into the heavy smoke and felt it bite into the shadows of his flesh before is was absorbed into that aching itch he so often experienced in his homelands. The whole of his insides writhed against this power-- this ancient and destructive power that he'd only seen once before. With closed eyes, he fought the urge to shout out.
He had been betrayed. He stared through naive eyes at the woman who had previously been so beautiful. A dress that she had once worn was torn down the centre and decorated with the feathers of black birds he was sure that she had killed with her own hands. How could this be the same woman? She laughed from behind a long-nailed hand. "I never would have thought you would have been the SeeD of destiny," she raved with wide eyes and high-arching brows, "So you'll betray be twice?"
"No!" He heard himself say as though in a dream, "No, I never meant to betray you!"
She approached him slowly as he pressed his hands against the invisible barrier and stopped, just inches away from him and he unable to touch. She sneered and peered down on him without even bothering to move her head. "I won't have you lie to me anymore. You're vermin. All you SeeDs are vermin! You judge before you even know-- Blind-- Useless-- Liars." Suddenly she stopped and smiled in a way that seemed more like beast than man. "But no. You... I'll let you live for now, since you were so sweet before you cast me out. Stay here while I show the world what a real Sorceress is."
She turned from him, the feathers on her back absorbing all the light, and stretched out her arms. "This will be for us, Xenos." The woman said with a voice that was suddenly calm and without malice. His eyes widened and he worked his mouth, "I'll prove to the world... and I'll prove to you that we had the same right to love as anyone else." With that, she threw her arms forward and the world fell in on itself. Xenos felt his body be absorbed by this new world. He screamed as his bones were broken and reformed, twisted around time and space while it was invaded by a corruption that was never meant to be his own. He felt the woman's mind. He felt the madness, he felt the love and the betrayal and then, when he had eyes to open, he saw her slain under the sword of a stranger.
He would never forget that face. Xenos swore to himself that he would hunt him down and repay him for what he'd done.
mismatched eyes opened to see that same man with Aerith at his feet. The young woman reached out her arm and in a barely recognizable whisper pleaded with him for help. The world felt cold and Xenos' stomach was lead. Xenos composed himself and forced the instance he had just relived away. He would fulfil his promise, but.... The ground buckled beneath them and the building was falling. The world was fighting back. "Squall, now!" He commanded with distress in his voice. He didn't care if the swordsman made it, but Aerith.... she was the key to everything.
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Post by Zack on Apr 2, 2008 3:21:28 GMT -5
((wow, I'm sooo far away from these characters, emotionally. I gotta get back into practice.))
Zack had hiked, waded, and sludged through what remained of uncountable Sinspawn. If Aerith was here, she was accompanied by at least two skilled swordsmen. The thought disgusted him. They sent two men - TWO - for one woman. What did they expect her to be? Mage or not, it didn't merit armed soldiers. His fingers tightened on the hilt of his sword.
They made their way through the temple ruins, around piles of rubble and through veils of dust as it floated down. It was quiet despite the rumbling and groaning of the building... and the monsters just outside. There must be a hole somewhere, judging by how close outside sounded and how thickly the pyreflies gathered. The inner sanctum: the air smelled like dust and death in there. Panic clenched his stomach. Was she one of the dead in there? Would he have to pull her body from teh rubble like he did so many others? He was about to pass through the doorway when the world ripped apart. Ultima rushed like flame, dragon's breath, through the narrow portal and as he leaned around to peek through the door, another blast roared through. A cry, a scream of pain, accompanied the gale of raw mako.
"Aerith."
((I'm so self-conscious now... everyone seems to like Crisis Core... and I'm wondering if I'm doing it right... even though I shouldn't care about such things as Compilation... but I do and am...))
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Post by Reno on Apr 4, 2008 12:50:37 GMT -5
Reno felt a cold shiver run up his spine and he stopped in his tracks. He squinted his eyes at the sudden bright light until the red-haired man realized exactly what it was. His teal eyes widened and his mouth worked for a moment. This was more power than he'd ever seen! Was this why Hojo had wanted the Cetra so badly? The sudden power threw him backwards and he rolled over his head and shoulders while it seemed that Zack was able to stand his ground. It was times like these that he wished he had more muscle mass.... He reached out and grabbed an out-thrust brick in the wall with a strong hand and skinned his kuckles against it.
When the scream died down and the light faded away, the beasts-- or whatever they were-- lay strewn about the ground, entirely unconscious or entirely dead, Reno wasn't sure which. He pushed himself up from the ground and looked to the sky. There was a great dragon looming over part of the building where they had seen the men carry Aerith. He grit his teeth. That was it! Zack was gonna run for it.
Sure they joked about women in passing, but Reno knew better. There was a slight longing to understand what it must be like for Zack-- not to be suffering the abduction of the woman he hadn't seen in (well, Reno was still trying to figure out the timeline of this place, so he settled on "a long time" as a generalization to work) but to know what it was like to need to protect someone more than anything else in the world. His lips parted momentarily in thought and Reno's eyes would have welled up if he hadn't caught himself. That's it. Next time Rude wants to do movie night, there's not gonna be no chick flicks. He hoisted himself to his feet and brushed off his shoulder. I've had enough of "Pretty Women" anyway!
He checked for the man who had accompanied them-- the one with the flying boat-- and found him with the corner of his eye. "You okay?" He asked, good naturedly. "Sayin' Zack's lady is dynamite is nowhere close," he shook his head, "she's more like the Sister Ray." He took in a deep breath, only now noticing that he had been running short. If Aerith didn't have better control, the spell would have ripped everyone apart! "Zack's gonna be out of here in a few seconds, so I hope you're fast on your feet." He gave Setzer a wink and tapped his nightstick on his shoulder. His eyes turned back to Zack and he smiled with a purse to his lips. "In three... two... one...."
((I assume that's where Zack uses the rockets he has attached to his shoes to fly to Aerith and leave the other two behind. Good thing Setzer's got his airship and Reno can climb walls and shoot web from his wrists.... oh wait.))
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Post by Seltzer Grenadine on Apr 23, 2008 0:18:20 GMT -5
(( Sargie is doing great. <3 Thanks for the support, you guys. ))
Setzer had been knocked sideways by the blast, and now stumbled clumsily, clutching his injured shoulder. It had been mere hours since the Opera House fell, and he wondered how many more collapses he could withstand. "I'm fine," he coughed, wincing at the now reopened wound. Am I still in one piece? he wondered silently as he struggled to gain ground in the pile of rubble. He braced himself.
Glancing momentarily at his boots, Setzer shook his head. The captain knew he would never catch up with the men, but heading back to the ship was no option. He had abandoned Aerith before, and he would not do so again. Yes, from the looks of the fallen temple, she could wisely take care of herself, but while cowardice was once his nature, it was no longer.
What was clear was that as soon as the girl was rescued and the bastard who took her was face down... there would be celebration and refreshments for whoever got the job done. Or so he hoped.
((Bleh, bland. So sorry, guys. It's getting a little tough to make an unimportant character important. I need faces to play off of. But that's been a problem since I've been here. >< Someone out there has to love VI. ))
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Post by andheavenburns on Apr 27, 2008 16:08:43 GMT -5
Get down, she said. Of course he did. Only an idiot would disobey a command like that. But Squall took several steps back to find what cover he could in the process, swinging his Gunblade up to shield his head.
It wasn’t much. It was hardly enough. It would have to do.
The air solidified, a combination of pressure and light and heat and energy and something far more intrinsic that made Squall’s skin itch and want to crawl. And it felt vaguely familiar once again. And he thought he could place it; maybe, given enough time, enough repetition— -- cannot be created or destroyed, something whispered to him in the voice of Quistis Trepe. A name that finally matched a voice in his head. Energy, she had once said, cannot be created or destroyed; it can only be changed from one form to another. So Squall kept his head down and gritted his teeth because the amount of energy Aerith was pulling, he reasoned, she had to be pulling from somewhere, and Squall had no idea where this place was, but he got the distinct impression- itching skin would do that- that it was somewhere not on this plane of existence.
For a moment, or several, or the span of a short lifetime, the world seemed to scream.
So he kept his head down. And in his head Squall mowed over the reasons why it was insanely idiotic for Aerith to pull a stunt like that, considering the shaky structure they were all perched upon. She could have compromised them all, could have caused the unstable ground beneath them to finally give way- he wondered if Xenos was dead or alive, he wondered if Aerith herself was still standing, he thought he could smell burned flesh. It was a scent that Squall had smelt before. It was not one he could ever forget.
When Squall stood, his head swam slightly. He had no idea why, a very brief check confirmed he had not been injured past what already existed and without preamble he moved to the woman lying on the ground. Somewhere beyond her, Xenos’ command rang out. Squall ignored it. Ignored him. You are not my commander, I owe you no loyalty, something in his head snarled but he pushed that away too. He tucked his Gunblade in, dropped to a crouch and checked Aerith’s vitals. No sense in hauling around a corpse, the pragmatist in him pointed out.
She was speaking, or muttering. It was entirely unintelligible.
But Squall had heard the dead make sounds. So he checked for a pulse anyway.
And found one. Waited a single moment. And another. Aerith was essentially their healer, when she was injured neither he nor Xenos were of any use— Useless just like before now why had neither of them come better prepared-- Squall was at a loss as to why-- Left to crouch and hover and feel helpless, no he did not like that, did not do that-- Inefficient--
Unacceptable.
Aerith was alive. Somewhere in the back of his awareness Squall was able to recognise something akin to relief but it was washed away quickly by a renewed sense of urgency. The ground beneath him… groaned. And then heaved like a living thing.
Or, depending on how one wished to look at it, a dying thing.
Squall was on his feet, Aerith over one shoulder and making for Xenos and Tiamat in as much of a sprint as the terrain allowed him to.
He was lowering Aerith even as he was climbing atop the beast, so as to place her somewhat comfortably in-between them with Xenos in front and Squall behind. Not easy to do and Squall did so awkwardly- Unable to properly gauge her injuries if any. Unable to ascertain if jostling her around would do more damage.
Again, inefficient.
A pointed glance at Xenos as he attempted to make himself and the unconscious woman more secure.
“If you don’t have a destination in mind,” Squall bit out, “I’d suggest somewhere with a medic or healer.”
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((OOC::sighs: This tag was a heap of bs as far as I’m concerned. I was- am- lost. Out of date, had no idea what to do etc. Also, more manhandling of Aerith? :coughs: If she’s supposed to wake before Squall hops on Tiamat, then I can go in and edit. If not, tally ho? I don’t even know if she’s injured. But then, neither does Squall, so hey for ignorance. Um… I also assume Squall has like a sheath or even holster/hook thingy- something!- to hang his damn Gunblade off of in canon, when he summons things in the game he definitely sticks it somewhere! So there, hanging from his belt ATM… ))
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Post by Xenos on Apr 29, 2008 9:29:36 GMT -5
((Okay, so maybe this should take a little change in plans? We DO need a healer to help Aerith, but where to go? I'll post going to Jidoor, but I can change it if it's not still on the map. That way, when the ShinRa team goes, Setzer will have a reason to get involved. We were originally going to go to the castle, and we still could. I'm sure there's healing stuff in there, but Squall's suggestion is much more appropriate than just soaring off into the sky to some strange, corrupted castle. There are beds, though.))
Squall was right. He had hoped to get back to the castle and take some time to lick their wounds, but Xenos could feel the limp form of the woman behind him and had to give up his pride to admit again: Squall was right. The ground was giving way underneath them, the building buckled and started to fall piece by piece to the lower city. "Tiamat, can you get us to Jidoor?"
It wasn't a matter of could she, he knew, but a matter of what sort of state Jidoor would be in. Would it be safe to take Aerith there? No, he couldn't second guess himself. There wasn't much other choice. Aerith needed help and she needed it fast. He couldn't let her downfall cost him his duty. Besides, the woman reminded him--
Xenos explained to Squall, "Jidoor is just south of here and should have a healer," the ground shifted and pulled his attention away.
Everything was falling apart. This world of Chaos was something that he had never hoped for. The people could live and could die, but may as well just be phantoms. They would be fine tomorrow. The world worked on this cycle. Things happened differently each day, but nothing was concrete.
The shifting of the earth was much the same.
Jidoor could be lost in a ruined world, or could be thriving and green. Day to day it could change. Xenos hoped for the best.
Jidoor was the only hope he had of saving this Sorceress.
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Post by Aerith Gainsborough on May 19, 2008 0:15:42 GMT -5
((does this position seem decidedly whorish: Aerith leaning against Squall, but with Xenos between her legs. haha, what a whoooore.))
Aerith leaned up against Squall's chest, her cheek against his sternum and her ear over his heart. It was beating hard, counter to the calm demeanor of his face. She listened to the rhythm as it slowed and the adrenaline burned out. No - her eyebrow twitched almost imperceptibly - the rhythm stayed elevated ever so slightly. Powerful and deliberate. Such was a soldier's heart. Cloud had the same rhythm, so did Zack.
Lonely. Immensely lonely. Why did she bring up his name, his face, and all of those long lost memories. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine those long distant days with him, to smell warm wool and sword oil. Or just him walking out from a shower, drying his hair with a rough towel. She clung fiercely to the image, but it faded as she awoke from her dream.
Sleeping in this condition was dangerous, but she was too weak to sit up. Her consciousness floated near the aether and tried to dip once again into sleep. She pried her eyes open. "Squall," she said, though it came out as more of a hoarse rasp, "don't let me sleep."
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Post by Xenos on May 20, 2008 12:04:16 GMT -5
Xenos felt the world shift underneath him as Tiamat launched herself into the air. The wind was cold on his face and it sent a welcome shiver down his spine. The heat of battle and the numbness of his adrenaline had pushed him to that extreme need for action that he had so often been able to follow without heed to the repercussions. Now he had to think.
Since he had left Her, he always had to think.
>>Tiamat
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Post by Zack on Aug 20, 2008 2:08:00 GMT -5
((Gah... No excuse for my absence and not posting. The best I've got is that I haven't "felt" Zack in a while... and that really doesn't cut it. So here we go))
Reno had barely gotten to "two" when Zack came back to his senses and dove through the hole Aerith had previously been carried through... and previously blasted. Dust and rubble kicked up in his wake and clicked strangely in the sudden silence. There was just the sound of his feet on the stones and blood in his ears. Did she survive? Did those men? His hand reached above his shoulder to the hilt of his sword just in case they'd lived through the attack. The SOLDIER blinked afterimages away, but it was still lit blood red by the moon. A gaping hole had burned through the pillar of monsters and was falling rapidly. He made these observations in just a glance and allowed them to process independently. No, he was too busy watching the dragon's pale underbelly shrink as it pulled away.
Zack wanted to scream at the beast. He wanted to throw his sword into its belly. He wanted to fall to his knees. Instead, he doubled back into the Temple's ruins, face grim and set. "We're gonna need your airship, Setzer." He passed between the two men on his way to the entrance, or what was left. "And we need to hurry or we'll lose them."
((and this would be why I haven't posted... god, this is crap))
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Post by Seltzer Grenadine on Aug 24, 2008 23:40:30 GMT -5
"North." The captain stopped where he was, reaching for the hidden pocket on the inside of his coat. "The Esper," he began, smiling softly when his fingers hit what he was looking for. "We'll never catch up to them if we have to go for the ship first." Setzer produced a small device, its surface scattered with a few controls and buttons. "Luckily, we don't have to."
With a sly wink in the redhead's direction, he clicked one of the buttons. A muted rumbling in the distance, and the hulking figure of The Falcon rose up over the awning of the bridge before them. The airship rose sharply, roaring overhead in a matter of moments as if it were a mythical beast all its own. It slowed as soon as it was above them, lowering just enough to give them access to a hanging ladder. As soon as it settled in a steady position, Setzer pocketed the device, moved toward the 'ship and hooked one boot onto the bottom rung of the ladder. "Come on, boys. Up, up."
((You don't even wanna KNOW how that remote system came to be installed. -cackle-))
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