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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2014 15:57:08 GMT -5
What was this place? There was no ounce of light in this planet that could be attributed to a sun. There were swirling glowing all over the world. It was green, the colour of a dark mint. What purpose it served he did not know. It was fluid, constantly moving but not necessarily generating the light he was using to see. In fact Vincent wasn't sure how he was seeing at all. The black darkness of the world was a swamp land of thick blank black. It was as though the world was one dimensional but that couldn't be. The tall structures were tall and looming and empty. There was nothing here. No one. Desolate of life Vincent wondered how there was even air here to breathe.
Black swirls seemingly left through open wounds in the world - portals, for lack of a better word. Vincent frowned as he watched the wisps be sucked through the schisms. What was going and what was it going to do when it was there. Perhaps this was like the life stream pumping life to other places. Since when was life black though? And if it was a place of life, life born of lifelessness, should it not be the green swirls that were the product? It looked awfully like Mako. Vincent harboured only questions. Questions he didn't think were going to be answered.
Where he was he didn't know. Worlds weren't exactly signposted. He had used Crimson Mist to travel here but he had been aiming for home. Gaia was a planet he did not want to forsake. He felt it was time to return there to check in. AVALANCHE had kind of become the main defence of the planet. Midgard was a desolate city, wrought to ruin as the world found its feet again. The loss of Shinra was great sending waves around the world. But people were happy to be free even if energy was in limited supply and sometimes they had to resort to candles and torches. Was it still standing? He hoped so. He hadn't just saved the planet for it to be lost to this new evil.
he felt strange here. It was almost too big, and Vincent liked space, openness and silence. But there wasn't even a wind. No background noise greeted his sharp ears. There was nothing save for the gentle woosh over to his left as the black swirls left. This looked like what could have been a beach.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2014 20:30:06 GMT -5
LIGHTNING (n.) a sudden stroke of fortune
The warrior was defeated and found that all of her efforts had failed. She had been wrong, and that had brought her to the face of the end and cost her dearly. What was the point in it all now? Her shining armor meant nothing if she had no one to protect. The rose-haired Valkyrie had fallen. She had risen so high that the fall had broken her beautiful wings. All that was left of those wings that left her aloft were bloodied stubs, twitching against her burdened shoulders. The pain was suffocating, more so than the swirling Chaos above. Why had it ended this way? Was this how it was going to be now? The loneliness clawed against her chest, the pain of having failed the one person she swore to Etro herself, that she would protect. Yet even still, as the jagged pain stretched across her heart like glass she would march forward. The broken Knight did not even feel worthy of riding upon her mighty steed who, in all his glory, still marched beside his partner. The valiant Eidolon would not abandon her. With weapon and shield in arm he walked by her side. He hoped, that against all odds, she had not lost her self to the pitiable reality of her fate. Her pride had not been broken, for she had long learned to put it aside for the sake of doing what was needed to face her trials. No, it was her spirit that had been torn asunder by the card fate had dealt her. These eyes were useless!
And no matter how angry or hurt she was, she could not shed a tear.
Her cursed eyes had become dry and useless. She had even become blind to the very path she had led others upon. It was not until the very end, had it all become a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Visions of light had blinded the Valkyrie and destroyed her only hope with but a glance. She had promised to protect her, with her life if that was what it took, but it was not worth this price. Her loneliness was not worth this price... She could only look back and remember all the time that was now gone. All the of the paths she had followed, leading her to this moment. Time had taken away everything form her. Now above the tragedy, which had seem like nothing but a distant dream, now had become a reality erupting with Chaos that had no place to go.
“I had watched you grow... my love, and this my only hope of repenting for having left you alone. I would have given my life for you!” Lighting looked up to Odin, who lowered his head to meet her eyes.
Was it so wrong to wish she had done more than what she had? But what could she do, trapped here in Valhalla, but a tool of the Gods once more. At first it had been an agreeable path to choose, but now she was beginning to question the state of her choices. She sighed out. What else could she do now? All she had were her sword and shield and it seemed her blade had failed her. As she walked with Odin beside her she looked down to the shield on her left arm. The intricate seal of Etro's protection lay within it, but she had not once used it, very unused to finding hold with a targe such as this. What was its worth? As her leather covered fingers traced across, drawing thin lines of regret along the protective armor. Odin ceased his forward motion, only for Lightning to give pause and look up. She glanced back to Odin, who seemed to be staring off in the distance. The Valkyrie followed his line of sight and too came to a stop.
There, among the swirls of Chaos, that now consumed the peace and stillness of Valhalla, was a man cloaked in red. Lightning allowed her arms to fall to her side. Who was this? Was it another soul lost on the path toward the end, or one stuck between the unforgiving cogs of time, which were no longer clogged with the useless frustrations of one man's attempt to end time. As far as the warrior knew, there was no way to stop time. Even though it did not flow in Valhalla, that did not mean life had stopped, but what did that mean now that Valhalla was meeting its end? Who was this wandering spirit? It did not look like a monster.... She looked to Odin once more. He would wait for her, wait until she was ready to face her own end. Lightning moved to approach this figure. The closer she came, the thicker Chaos became. She gave pause. As she stared at this man it was obvious that the Chaos swirled from him and the dark breathe of life that flowed from Valhalla, trickled past him as if he was one with it.
“Hello?” Perhaps it could not hear her, so far gone in the Chaos this one seemed. “Are you lost?” Were they not all lost in this world? Desperately searching for a reason to exist and a place to go?
She had no where else to go now, so the least she could do was usher the lost souls into the binding Chaos from whence they flowed.
| words 907 tags Vincent~! notes You looked lonely so I came over, because I felt that way. I'm sorry to burden you with my emotions. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2014 4:45:35 GMT -5
How had he been rerouted here? This place was an odd mix of peace and threatening pressure. Vincent felt as though something was about to happen, or had just happened but the reaction was in suspended animation prevented from fulfilling its destiny. The air was so still and quiet here it was as though a piercing scream would have been swallowed by a muffled by a thick bounding dampness preventing it from travelling beyond. The atmosphere was pressing down upon his skin, and yet he felt free and loose here almost as though he could float away. He slipped through this world without sound. He felt as though he belonged here.
Living without time was something Vincent had done for a long time. Decades could pass in the blink of an eye, and in that blink the world could change and when he emerged from the cocoon he found nothing had changed. Wrapped in wood, his bed a coffin, Vincent had slept the world away as his sins rotted his insides. Corrupted by his mistakes, Vincent had found his own existence too repulsive to handle. So he had hidden away from the world so he wouldn't have to deal with it. And now, now things were more different than ever. Waking up hadn't been a revelation. The same old, same old happened no matter what Time it was. The people's faces had changed but their motives stayed the same. Different colours did nothing to hide the putrid insides of the well oiled machine.
Now he knew nothing. Kingdom Hearts was about power and control suppressing those they deemed weak. how they were doing it was different though. This was wide scale, powerful and with no real face to hate. The responsible party was elusive, hiding behind their black coloured minions. Now he was wondering a world with no one within it. Desolate of all life he wondered if there had been a cilivsation. Or perhaps it was like Midgard, a ruined city with nothing but a few monsters and hidden truths.
Abandoned, save for the pink haired female who had approached him. So there was life here...no. She was like him. She had warrior all over her. Power too. Did she originate here? Or was she more like him than he suspected? Vincent whipped around, black silky hair flying in a twirl. "Perhaps," he said. "What is this place?" he asked, anaware Chaos swirled around him, emanating from him as though he were made of it.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2014 13:52:36 GMT -5
LIGHTNING (n.) a sudden stroke of fortune
All life was born from the Chaos and so did it return. There was no escaping human nature. Only beasts had the leisure of needing no place within the Chaos, it was why they lived so freely in Valhalla, but had they too abandoned it now that the Chaotic presence became so thick? As it passed overhead it was tangible enough to grab and reshape, but even if hands dared to befoul the stream of life and death, there was no way a simple human could fold the Chaos to their will. This man though, the eyes granted to her by Etro were gone and even still she could see it cascading off his form. It was as if someone had folded the Chaos, bending it to their will. He had an unnatural flicker of air. Where with Caius it was a thick and noticeable presence, this man was not only noticeable even in this dense stream, he seemed to carry a light of his own. Profound was his presence that even Odin had given pause, the mighty warrior never giving pause to any. He was a proud warrior and so was his Mistress. It was why they were able to fight side by side for long.
The man spoke up, something she had not expected. Honestly, to her, he seemed like some sort of specter, lost in this timeless scape of perverted fallacies. Maybe he was lost and could not find his way to his friends that floated among the streams of Chaos that now deteriorated Valhalla. With no one upon the throne to watch over this world, there was no longer a need for it to exist. She looked back toward the crumbling clock that had not once allowed its chimes to bade in the shifting times of the Seen World. This Lightning was but a ghost now too, a lamb separated from the flock. She looked to the man with her sapphire eyes, her body burdened by the armor. A blade rest at her hip and a shield upon her wrist. There was no question she was a warrior, but what did she fight for now that her only solace likely floated above them?
“Valhalla, the Unseen World.” Her voice was flat, her heart aching, fighting these wretched feelings. “A world where Chaos now flows freely.” That word, in this world, held no evil.
When she spoke it, it was as common as when one spoke Lifestream in his world. But the way she addressed the matter of it flowing here, it perhaps had not before. If so, what was in this world prior to that? There appeared to be some sort of lifeforce, an energy emanating from the Chaos, but was it human or merely the presence of monsters.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2014 17:08:32 GMT -5
Vincent had always been different, even when he was normal he was odd. He was the son of a scientist and scientists were known for the skewed visions of the world. His father had been an analytical man, driven, ambitious and obsessive, Vincent knew his father was also a kind person too. This kindness had passed to him, though it was equally possible he did in fact get it from his mother. He wasn't sure, having never met his mother in his waking memory. He was no about to lament over it now. He could not miss what he did not know, nor was he one to romanticise the past: in fact, Vincent was one for forgetting the past altogether but shedding its long furling claws was a more arduous task than said.
He had been different from the other Turks, in that he had been far too kind for the profession on the whole even if he did possess an alarming rage which only grew in intensity as his experiences of the world grew darker. He never received an assignment he would have refused and mostly got the clean jobs. If he was honest, he probably had it easy as a Turk. His skills in espionage were great - to the point where he never really got messy. Wet works were for other people. Vincent liked clean get aways and as little blood shed as possible. He considered it a failure if he had to shoot his way out of an assignment instead of slipping off like a scuttling spider.
Now that he was..alive...if you could call it that, Vincent stood out because of his long black silky hair, violently red cloak and overly shiny gauntlet perpetually over his left hand. He was a violent image of colour and danger, with red ominous eyes to match. He was quite the picture with his messy hair and long, tall, slender frame. As was she, the girl with the baby pink hair which did not made her look cute or young. Somehow her hair made her seem harder in a way, like her hair and bled the colour it was supposed to be into this strange new light shade. Vincent supposed pink wasn't the worst of hair colours, even if it was usually obnoxiously girly. But how girly could someone be dressed in metal armour? A warrior. But what was she fighting for? And whose side was she on?
Vincent looked at her with surprise as she said something he did not expect. "Chaos?" he asked, his gravelly voice rising in curious intrigue. Chaos was something he knew well having been its safe haven for just over thirty years. The dark winged angel had eventually fought Vincent for control as though this body were its own to command. He supposed, it must have been, for his life had been forfeit the second he went against Hojo in a moment of righteous naivety. "Flowing...freely?" he added, confused. Perhaps there was more to his coming here than he had originally thought.
A Stirring happened in his chest, familiar and strange. He gave a startled sound as he lifted his black gloved hand to his leathered chest, right where his heart should be. Was it there anymore? It was where the materia had been placed. He felt, what had to be his heart, yes, pound in his ears, his head, his chest. The thud thud thud was ominously familiar. "It can't be," he whispered to himself, red eyes looking down to the sandy floor, worried.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2014 15:28:21 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. Vincent~!
WORDS. 649
NOTES. Chaos is both a blessing and a curse. |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
The Chaos was a blessing onto this world by the Goddess Etro. This energy was malevolent and twisted the laws defined by the physical world. Though it existed only to return all that lived back into the bosom of Etro, it still seemed to show a presence that offered a gentle caress to those who carried an affinity for Chaos. For the one bound and twisted in Chaos such as Vincent he would likely only feel the spiteless warmth of Chaos’ twisting tendrils as the warped around the very world it ate away. Lightning herself seemed also bound by this Chaos yet she had, what felt to be, a halo of light surrounding her form. It was a strong pride, and a deep dissatisfaction with how things ended up. She… in a way-- was much like one Vincent knew. The feeling she put out. It was withheld, but the true spirit of a warrior willing to give themselves up for their ally, to put themselves in his, or her place when they were sent to meet Death. Her head was held high, and her blue eyes, free of the poison of his world, turned to look to him.
Lightning’s own words had hit her hardest. It meant that she had to face the truth of her failures. She was unable to defeat her enemy and she was unable to protect her only family. The failure had resonated deeply, cutting a wound deep into her heart. When the words left her mouth she had realized the utter despair the news brought her. She looked over to the man who seemed a strangely quiet man. Was he a lost spirit in despair of his plight? If so she would certainly apologize for her inabilities and beg forgiveness for her failures. The Valkyrie now had no one to turn to and no one to follow. She reached out an open palm to allow a wisp of Chaos to twist through her leather covered fingers. It was as if a mother was watching her child cross the threshold into adulthood. Her eyes stared with longing, the Chaos as much part of her world as it was her heart. The man seemed confused by her words. Did he not know that, perhaps, he was already far gone from this place?
Maybe all of this was Etro’s curse, rather than her blessing. A punishment for disregarding her gifts.
Lightning turned to march toward the male. Her steps were silent, ever more on the soft sands of Valhalla. The coast was slowly being eaten away by the clouds of chaos, and strings of distorted time swam through the air, folding it bending it into visions of various timelines between the many worlds of the universe. Light seemed unaffected by their presence. Within her still beat the Goddess’ gift, but she was unworthy to carry it.
“I’m sorry.” She offered the male, assured that she had wrought upon him such boundless vindications. “This world will soon be no more.” She stated flatly. Perhaps one day it would be reborn, perhaps it was fated to float endlessly in the heavens among the stars. “The Chaos eats away at everything you now see.” As she spoke the wisps of energy brushed passed her face in the manner a cat would rub against its owner. She seemed able to wield the Chaos in a way few were. “Do you know how to use yours?” She motioned her hand toward the man’s heart, where she could see Chaos softly beating.
Perhaps he could not escape, or lost paths with his family or friends.
“If you do not wish to be alone, I could show you, before I---” before she laid herself to atone for her sins against the world and her sister.
She could teach him to use his Chaos, rather than let it control him and occasionally have its way.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2014 17:23:52 GMT -5
As she began to explain he began to understand. This place was like the life stream. He had wondered what it would be like to wonder the River of Life. Was there company there? From his short conversations with Cloud, usually providing moral support for SOLDIER Vincent had discovered Aerith had found company in an old friend, Zack. He had seen them both after his apparent resurrection. The Planet wasn't quite ready to accept the spirit of the young warrior and so Aerith had been gifted with the task of sending him back. Vincent sounded she would be able to do anything that wasn't in line with the will of the planet, but he didn't entirely understand the scope of Cetran powers either. Claiming to be an expert on a matter he knew very little about was unwise and Vincent preferred to maintain his aura of mystery.
So this black liquid was life. Huh. Vincent blinked at that. Chaos was life. He had never thought of Chaos as that before. He had only ever seen Chaos was destruction but he supposed it was indeed life. He cleansed the world of life so Omega could hold life inside in a precious cradle as it surfed the cosmos to a new home. Chaos had allowed Vincent to life beyond his normal scope and return not only to full function but improve physically. He was stronger, faster, had better hearing, improved agility and endurance.
Had they met a couple of years ago she would have been correct about him being lost in his plight. Sorrow had been so much a part of Vincent's life it had surrounded him like a second skin. However he had learned to shed the sadness and regrets of his past in favour of a more positive outlook in life. He had saved the world. He knew now his life was the careful crafting and hard work of Lucrecia Crescent. She had worked so hard to save his life and had suffered for it. guilt and regret had eaten at her soul until her mind was unable to bear living any longer. Locking herself away in a Mako fountain she lived on, stagnant and slowly rotting away. JENOVA had changed her. Hojo had changed her. He still wondered what drove her to believe that rejecting him meant she had to accept Hojo. Maybe, she never had been mentally stable.
He didn't understand why she was apologising to him. This wasn't his world, but perhaps this world connected to another? Maybe it was more like a realm than an actual world. But how did he get to another dimension? The darkness in which he had travelled seemed to go all places - and throughout time as well. Vincent supposed that make sense. Darkness didn't necessarily have to flow forward for it existed as a singular fluid entity invading hearts and sucking the out of bodies. Worlds upon worlds were at war with the darkest of hearts and the shells they left behind.
Teach? "Teach?" Dread dropped into his stomach like lead. Of course. He didn't have the proto-materia. How was he going to control Chaos if he didn't have that glowing orb? He never had any problems instructing Chaos what to do without it. Vincent doubted she meant a violent red vampiric like entity when she said Chaos but perhaps her techniques would work nonetheless - at least until he found the materia. It could take forever. If he managed to merge with Chaos (when? in the darkness?) then the materia could be on any world, hidden away, or stolen or even worshipped. It could be broken. Vincent felt hope swell inside angrily. He really really hoped it wasn't broken.
Pain flared in his chest and his open hand began a fist over his heart. He began to breathe quickly and deeply. "Not..again," he said attempting to concentrate on holding Chaos back. He concentrated on the girl before him. If he transformed now he would hurt her. He didn't want to hurt her.
it worked. For now.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2014 19:30:42 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. Vincent~!
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NOTES. In order to control Chaos, one had to become Chaos incarnate. |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
The wingless Angel stood still and watched as the Chaos brushed passed not only her, but this man. Who was he to have Chaos fondly loom over him as a mother did a child? Lightning had never understood what was inside her heart until she was consumed by the ever encompassing Chaos that filled the worlds. From Darkness life flowed, and within it carried the apathetic ability for creating death in its wake. It did not enjoy causing suffering, but neither did it find pleasure in nurturing life. Mywwn had entrusted a great task to Etro: the task of holding the balance between both the Visible and Unseen world. From Etro the task was passed unto Lightning, but the Valkyrie had failed and fell from the throne at the top of the worlds. Bells rung loudly from the great clock tower. The 13th hour tolled near endlessly as the Unseen World crumbled beneath the weight of Chaos. Light had no reason to flee. She did not deserve it. She would return to Etro’s throne and beg for forgiveness.
Walking over to the man he seemed distressed, the Chaos suddenly lashing out against his heart. Chaos was a dual-edged sword. It gave great power, but too gave great weakness that one could only overcome with knowledge and time. Time they did not have, but perhaps she could reach out to him with her knowledge. The Eyes of Etro and her ability to cross through time and space were gifts of Chaos, but with it came a great price she would never be able to pay. For each time the Eyes of Etro were used, a bit of her life was chipped away. For every time she crossed through the gates of time she risked tearing asunder the neatly bound passages. For each moment Chaos dwelled in her heart… the less and less she became human. What was she now? She did not know, but how much of her was even left? And for what? This sort of ending?
Pitiable.
The man suddenly seemed pained. Lightning reached out her hand and carefully placed it on his shoulder. “Chaos is a natural part of one’s heart.” She assured him. “We all have something that makes us either a victim or a hero in the face of Chaos. How we end up though, that is for us to choose.” She did not want to be a victim to the gods’ games. But neither did she wish to become a hero. So she decided to remain a friend. “I failed to do either, so I tried to become someone that supported others from a distance.” She smiled weakly, as that did not seem to be working either. “What do you want to become?” She asked Vincent.
To be able to tap into the voice Chaos had, one had to recognize what they wanted and what it was they were unwilling to do. She seemed completely unharmed by the ill effects of Chaos. Did that mean she had mastered it, or was she merely cursed longer with it?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2014 12:50:13 GMT -5
Chaos. Omega's Squire to the Lofty Heavens. A Sentient Xenoform with a inherent thirst for blood.
Chaos. Black whispy liquid that floated around a world, apparently destroying it as it caressed all that it touched.
Caress? Yes. Vincent would indeed say it was as though this chaos was greeting him as one greeted an old friend. It was strange for he had never been here before. The tall looming buildings of varying states of decay looked haunted in the green glow of the unknown swirls. If the illuminating substance wasn't the life stream, then perhaps chaos was. Indeed, Lightning began to inform him it was something similar. Perhaps what she called chaos he called the will of the planet. Strange how so many ideals rippled across time and space. There had been many a thing replicated in the worlds he had seen, and many a thing differing. Perhaps there was some kind of formula to life. Did it emanate from here?
So many questions Vincent had a feeling he was never going to get answers marched stoutly across his mind. She reminded him of Cloud: his light, his heart, his hardness and fierceness too. And yet, there was something gentle about her she tried to hide: perhaps the girl she once used to be. Vincent could tell circumstance had changed her as it had once changed him. Forced into becoming the hero she was now on a path she must accept or perish in the wake of. She seemed more sure of herself than Cloud - a touch of Tifa perhaps. The pink haired girl did not seem to need a reason to save someone's life. Vincent was trying to be the same.
Heros are those who give up everything for the smallest of people and for the smallest of reasons. Vincent had already needed a reason to fight, a reason to put his life on the line. It could be as simple as repaying a favour or a debt to someone for services they had once paid him. it could be he had no choice for the bigger picture would suffer horribly without his intervention. Vincent was no hero. he had to be forced into saving the planet by the Tsviets and the encouragement of his friends. Truth me told he kind of liked it. And yes, somewhere along the way AVALANCHE, a rag tag bunch of kids out to topple a corrupt organisation, had become his friends. How that had happened he had no idea. Vincent had never much liked people.
Vincent smirked painfully. "Hm. Have you...ever asked...for forgiveness?" he echoed Cloud. Vincent had once said he had never tried, not thinking himself worthy of it but perhaps it was time to be. Perhaps it was time to try. He could not remain a twenty seven year old angry at the past forever. For one, he was twenty eight now (sort of) and he accepted that which he could not change: what had already happened. "I...never really thought about it," he admitted.
"I don't see how this helps control Chaos," he said still fighting the force within. Chaos was growing more and more restless and with each passing mention of 'control' the entity was beginning to fight. This place had woken him up and he was not a pet, not a power and not a slave. That was the general gist, anyway, he was getting from the creation of the Planet. The pain in his chest mounted causing Vincent to take in a great sucking breath. It was coming. He was sure.
Chaos would rise.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2014 17:40:50 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. Vincent~!
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NOTES. Chaos is not to be feared, only your unwillingness to face it. |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
When the man asked her if she had ever asked for forgiveness the woman thought a moment. Perhaps it was all as easy as apologizing, but given her circumstances she could not see how that was possible anymore. There was no way she could be forgiven, nor any way she could forgive herself. Everyone was gone and she was the only left. The annals of time had written her out. She was no longer a necessary function in this world. What was the point of going on if she had nothing left to give? She had given all that she had, only to lose the remaining piece of her life to the cruel reality wrought on by the selfish advocacy of gods ruling over human fate. It seemed that, whenever they dipped their fingers into the world, they created tsunamis rather than the gentle stirrings they assumed their actions to be. It was a ripple effect. It was one she had no chance of turning back, her power a pebble in an ocean compared with the amount of Chaos that now flowed from the Unseen Realm.
Her first, direct, experience with Chaos had been terrifying. She was suddenly swallowed into a darkness she could not fight. For all her combat experience and her skill, her weapons and training were useless against the mist. It was not like any enemy she had faced, for it was no enemy that existed. She had realized that, at any moment, Chaos could reach out from the Unseen Realm and take you away, or perhaps she was a special case? One chosen by the Goddess Etro for this very purpose. Chaos’ hold opened her existence into the Realm that Barthandelus had fought so hard to unleash and rouse the slumbering God. In destroying mankind he would find way to meet their maker, but it would seem that their maker, was not that of humans. Humans were filed. When they died, they were simply cycled and born again, but once a Fal’Cie died, there was no returning such a powerful lifeform to this world. Humans were weak, pitiable, and loved by the Goddess Etro who had no power to call her own.
The mad admitted he never thought about his direction. Lightning nodded. She felt one never considered what it was they wanted out of life until that desperate moment came upon them. Of all the moments she would consider so, now was a time. The world was crumbling and soon it would erode into nothingness, swallowed by the hungry tendrils of Chaos. Time had begun to flow in the Unseen World, driving it from its petrified state. Metal gnashed as it crumbled into the abyss of changing time. To have moved after being still for a countless number of ages, the buildings no longer had the strength: stone worn from the erosion of the still ebbing sea and winds. Constant battle has twisted the fine bars of metal and blown cracks through the grandiose structures. Lightning shook her head at the man’s words.
“One does not control Chaos.” It was impossible. Chaos was free, unpredictable. It was as wild and changing as the winds. “But you can learn to move alongside it.”
The Chaos ruled all, at least in this world. It was a connection to the darkness and the path to light. If you could not wield was was the very nature of a human’s heart, than what were you? This would be her last gift in this world before she fell with this world. She held out her hands, to allow the male to take them at his will. Her face drew into a sad smile, a pity a mother had for her child. He was, after all, a child of Chaos. She did not want to see another fail to accept it. It was nothing to fear, but neither was it something to underestimate.
“Chaos is merely an extension of your heart. If you provide it a reason to act weakly, the Chaos will fight to consume. Fear, love, hatred… all of this fuels Chaos.” Life and Death, beginning and end…. “You have to first reach out to your reason for living, without forgetting -- that no matter how strong you are, you cannot always win.” It was the true fate of the human heart.
One was human. There was always a chance to fail, but one could not allow that failure to consume the heart. Everyone had something to lose. What did Vincent have to lose, and understand he may one day lose it?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2014 13:13:51 GMT -5
Vincent, in that moment, was not really talking to Lightning. he was remembering another situation where his friend, Cloud, was in a quandry over what to do next. It had been Cloud, tall,blond and often sullen, who had needed guidance. Seeking it from Vincent was perhaps not the best of places to look but the one time SOLDIER had trusted him enough to answer honestly and so he had. Vincent had felt no reason to lie to AVALANCHE outright, but may have done so in the past by omission. The band of warriors had a strong bond and they each turned to each other for help utilising their expertise when needed. Vincent had found himself on the receiving end of their generosity during the trouble with Deepground. He had asked no one but Reeve for assistance. It didn't matter that they could all die or he barely knew what he was doing. He was in trouble, they could help, so they did. They were still virtual strangers to him. There was no lying about that. They only knew that he had been a Turk once and that had gotten him killed. They didn't know the details. They didn't know he was in love with Sephiroth's mother. His true mother.
So when Lightning, a stranger to him, offered him help he didn't find it so odd. He had experience of this from his friends from home. He had taken a chance with them after meteor fall. His heart had always been too soft and Tifa had always been too good at melting frosty ice. It took little effort for her to get him to pop in every so often just to check in and let them know he was still alive. He had been annoyed at himself for allowing them to get close but it had paid off in the end. He had needed them during the fiasco with deeground and they knew it. But they had been so selfless about it that Vincent found them to be something to aspire to. They had just stepped in, no questions asked, and no thanks needed. He couldn't have been awoken by nicer people.
Like Lightning, his first direct experience with Chaos had been terrifying too. The memories of being shot were still fresh in his head and he knew without a doubt he should be dead. But death had not come from him. Artificially sustained Vincent survived through Hojo's experiments and when he was deemed a failure, Lucrecia had scooped him up off the rubbish pile and attempted to resurrect him. Hojo hadn't known his experiments had worked and that he had been successfully infused with three different strains of monster DNA. Hojo had written him off because he wasn't instantly awake and moving. Lucrecia had understood his body was still decaying not having been given the kick start it needed. So when he was finally aware of himself, he was also aware that he was not himself. He was huge, and had wings and he didn't understand how he had become this...this...thing. He awoke to a world where Lucrecia's sanity had crumbled and Hojo's smug triumphant cackling rang in his ears and he was changed bodily beyond all recognition. So he had hid, like a coward he realised now, from the world but also from himself. Vincent hadn't wanted to deal with his failures so he shut himself away in a coffin wishing himself dead but never dying. He had thought Chaos had done that to him but he had realised later that Chaos was as much a victim as him.
Vincent wondered what Lightning was a victim of. something had had to make her feel the way she did. He could see more of Cloud in her now: a troubled soul once young and youthful and so full of hope. Cloud, he had come to learn, had aspired to be Sephiroth and when Sephiroth turned out to be a murderous and crazy, and had used Cloud, his perspective got very skewed and his heart very bruised. Vincent could understand that. He was an experiment, just like Cloud. He was probably the only one in their group who could relate to him that way. Unless Zack was now alive. Zack was a name and a life Vincent only knew in passing but he knew he had meant a lot to the blond.
"I suppose you're right," he said. Hadn't he been one with Chaos before. He had half transformed when facing down Omega/ Hojo trapped inside Weiss's body. Chaos and he had been symbiotic then but hadn't he been drawing on the power of the Proto-Materia he could feel in the room or had it been something more. Something innate? That at that moment he had reached a harmony with the creature inside and it ws that which allowed him to use Chaos's powers without transforming.
Vincent took her hands. "He does consume everything," he said. "All that is good and pure and untainted," he said calming his mind and his heart. He breathed with the pulsing in his chest and his eyes began to glow yellow.
[CHAOS - ACTIVE: 2 POSTS // COOLDOWN 4 POSTS]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2014 3:05:38 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. Vincent~!
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NOTES. Within us all lies the Fragment of Life and Death. |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
Materia was known to be the condensed knowledge of Planet and held within itself the power of nature. This power could be drawn out by a human’s mind and thus pulled from the depths of the Planet’s heart, deep within the Lifestream. But using Materia came with a price. Becoming the vessel for such an overabundance of power that was unnatural to the body would slowly drain the one of all their stamina and that person would eventually become too weak to survive, the Materia drawing from their lifeforce. A l’Cie was given powers by the gods born of the world that they had no privy to. When a human suffered long enough under the immeasurable power, a power that belonged to the Fal’Cie, they would be swallowed by that very power and grow corrupt flesh and wither into a tortured soul. It was the nature of life. If one could not freely move with the powers granted to you, one had no choice but to die a slow and painful death, or live a fear filled life: waiting for the time your flesh becomes corrupted into a sinful amalgamation of madness and pure chaos.
A beast slept inside Vincent, one that Lightning could see taking form, and holding a shape. She could see now that this was much the same case as it was with Caius, who housed within him the shape of a Dragon, the shape of his pain. She did not flinch, nor pull back, as the man’s eyes changed and she could see how his spirit was consumed by the Chaos. She could not say she was an expert in controlling it, but she knew that one had to accept the fact that Chaos was always there, inside everyone. It was strange seeing the man in such a state, so up close, yet his heart was clearly still there. What did this mean though? Was Etro not dead, or perhaps the Chaos passed to him due to her own mistakes, her weaknesses, and her irresponsibility.She was not fit to protect anyone with her blade if all she could to was uselessly hack away at the ever growing presence of life. Such acts eventually became stagnant pools of filth.
She could not help the weak chuckle that forced itself through her pain. “You’re strong.” She would state with a sincere smile creeping through her sad expression.
Something sat behind the window of her eyes, her heart slowly closing up from the pain she seemed to continue to suffer. The girl was very close to her family, a calm and assertive nature amongst her friends, but here: at the end of the world, none of that seemed to matter. She had nothing. No longer had she anything to protect, nor could she see any moniker of a future. A dead Goddess held nothing for her. But perhaps, this man, of whom held place in the Darkness, could prove to be a chance to do for another she was unable to do for Caius’ rage and suffering. Yes, suffering. Though this man seemed very level headed, suffering is what molded those with joy and sorrow. After all she had never seen a scared and sad man smile truthfully. There always lay truth behind the eyes, where you could not see: a place reserved for others.
“You are perhaps the only one left… that can use Chaos.” She felt that it was the end for everything she knew. She took a step forward toward this being, this man, still a man, regardless of his look.
The woman turned slightly and held out her hand. She felt her heart jump as she fought to twist the Chaos and bend it to her will. She was slowly losing her power, but it was not because Etro was no longer there to bless her, but because she sought to curse herself. The Chaos came to her beckoning strength and twisted so that a small gate appeared in the distance. The gate was made of something between Darkness and Light: a place where nothing should exist, yet it did. The gate was sealed though, sealed by the Chaos itself which instantly latched to the Gate, attempting to consume all of its light. The Valkyrie, the one stripped of her wings after falling from the sky, turned to face the carrier of the Chaos.
“Walk beside it and will it. Do not let it consume you, for it can only do to you, no more than you to it. Open the gate and leave. Take with you this gift.” She moved to touch his hand, were he to allow it so. “Take this, the feeling of despair, and the feeling of love. Do not let yourself suffer, for it will only let those around you suffer…Chaos...” The woman gasped out. “It is the only proof left to let others know you are alive. Use it so that no more tears are shed…”
No more tears.
She had none left to cry. This was her punishment for being weak, so she had to atone, no matter how many years it would take. She would have to atone for all she had done: one person at a time.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2014 8:52:44 GMT -5
Perhaps it would become clear later that their ideas of materia were different. Materia for her was a death sentence in the long run but for him? Materia was the condensed form of the life stream containing knowledge and power. It's use did not cause eventual death however but advanced natural abilities. He had seen many become very strong, boosting themselves through the use of the little glowing orbs. Vincent himself had used them but not often. The one he used the most, without knowing it, was the Protomateria. The Protomateria wasn't like others of its kind. It was unique, special and more importantly, lost. He had no hope of controlling Chaos in the long run.
Perhaps her techniques would assist Vincent in maintaining control, limiting Chaos's outbursts. it did appear to be helping a little. He felt calmer than he first did when he realised he was still harbouring Chaos inside his body. it was a part of his life he thought he had left behind but realised now it was perhaps one he never could. Maybe he wasn't meant to be normal anymore, just like Cloud would always be infused with an overabundance of Mako and Jenova Salts. When he stopped struggling against chaos they did appear to move more together than grating against each other.
Vincent smiled wryly. "I wasn't always," he replied. It was true. His strength came from his anger, his rage at being killed and his fury over Sephiroth's treatment and Lucrecia's fate. Sephiroth should never have been manipulated from birth but that wasn't just on Hojo even if there was no doubt in his mind Lurecia had been deeply influenced by the man. He was glad, in a way, he didn't have to watch her become the shell she became. There wasn't much of her left now. Just data fragments trapped inside Shelke. At least Lucrecia had been able to help someone else before her time was truly up. He doubted he would be seeing her again even with the propensity of darkness causing people to come back to life. He wasn't sure if it would only work on people like Sephiroth - people whose data could not be truly assimilated into the lifestream.
he could sense a pain in her. Something had happened in the past she still struggled with. He could relate to that. Vincent had learned, just as cloud had, that forgiveness started with yourself. The others around you could forgive and it would make no difference in the world if you were still punishing yourself. But forgiveness of the soul came from an understanding and with it brought a peace no one could break. Vincent did not feel anger over possessing Chaos. He realised now there must be a reason for it, for the Planet did not release such forms unless necessary. Perhaps the threat to itself when it was swallowed by darkness was enough. Vincent was glad it was he who connected with Chaos and not another. His body would not degrade through its influence but another's would. Chaos was too strong an entity for a normal human body. "Perhaps it is time you did the forgiving," he said unknowingly echoing Aerith from over a year ago now.
Vincent turned to look at the portal. "Hmm," he mused. "I didn't come here through that," he admitted for he had combined his warp materia with crimson mist. The distracted caused his extreme concentration to fail. Rising up through him Chaos wrapped around him in a mist of red, his eyes glowing a fiercer yellow until they changed to gold. His face now a vampiric robot, his limbs huge and from his back leathery wings which flapped idly so his feet were no longer on the ground. Chaos took a swipe at Lighning, his sharp teeth bared. But it did not last long. Chaos retreated into the confines of Vincent slowly, whisping away as though evaporating. Vincent sucked in a deep breath and blinked in confused.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 14:06:13 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. Vincent~!
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NOTES. Chaos is neither cruel nor kind, but indifferent. |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
Materia, for her, was not Materia at all. She did not know nor understand what it was, for her world did not live in the manner his own did. In her world knowledge came from the Gods. Life was provided by the Fal’Cie and life was guarded by the Eidolons. Lighting was grateful that she was given her powers because she was able to use them against her enemies, but it was not enough to defeat them. Whatever this power was it made her something that was no longer human. She did not become a monster like the Cei’th, nor did she reach the strength of a Fal’Cie like Titan or the kind of provider that Carbuncle was. She had become the very tool Barthandelus bade her to be for him. Would this wake the great god from his sleep? Or would the world simply flood with Chaos now and unsteadily flow to the point that it crumbled into ash: petrified by the rapid decay wrought by the very source of all life?
He was the only one that seemed to remain in this world, that is the Unseen World. A trite mountain of complications has ensured Light would never see the coming sun, or the pleasant smile of her beloved sister ever again, but she could hardly blame the man, herself, or anyone any longer. Blame never did work to solve anything in this life, nor would it solve anything in the next. This man he still had a chance to live and not be consumed by the chaos. Chaos was alive. It grew, it ebbed, it flowed. It could love, it could hate and it could provide the most pain, ignoring your pleasure. This world lived, brightly, but it was far too much for a realm once untouched by time so it collapsed under the very weight of Chaos.
She looked to Vincent. Forgive on her own power?
Perhaps one day. When she understood where the blame should go. For now it hung there in her heart, the guilt. But she did understand what Vincent offered toward her plight. She would not let this drag her down. She would make a wish. It was her last plea to what remained of Etro’s power that remained in her. She would provide the cloaked sovereign of Chaos the necessary push in better understanding what was part of his heart. When he noted he had not seen such a path way before, she was than sure that his life was an object of miracles. The Chaos began to surround him, even lash out at her at her attempt to take him away. She did not attempt to evade its reaching hatred, because she knew it was merely the wild tendency of the chaos. She nodded, perhaps taking into herself an understanding.
She held out her hand to the gate. “This is what Chaos can do. It can open a path, or shut it permanently. It is up to you to use it.” She moved to face Vincent as more and more feathers seemed to brush from her waist skirt. The winds were becoming more deadly with each pass. Chaos was stirring and growing more violent, uneasy. “You have to lead Chaos by example.”
No longer should one fear it, or hate it, or cease it’s natural tendency to devour or create. Simply let it act through one’s own power. Fate had no control over the Chaos that was the Human Heart.
“Go where it is you are needed. I will stay here… where I am needed.” She looked back toward Odin where the Eidolon stood in wait for his partner. She looked back to Vincent. “If Time is willing… perhaps we will again meet when I can… find my strength to forgive.”
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2014 17:23:38 GMT -5
They could probably talk about the differences and similarities between their worlds for hours. The small differences were probably as striking as those which are the same. In the end they had both suffered at the hands of a corrupt government, and both had worked for it at one point in their lives. Believing in a system which had only ever been out to serve itself, they had been badly burned by colleagues and forgotten by time. But their status as forgotten had done them more favours than they had initially realised - perhaps Lightning had still to realise hers. Vincent was alive now when he should be very much dead. His life had been kick started by Chaos but not sustained. Whether there were complications to Chaos's release back into the planet he had no idea for he did not appear to have been without the xenoform long enough for it to matter.
Vincent smiled a very small smile at her confusion. He understood where she was coming from more than she might think. They were a like, he thought, and they were separated only by what they weren't saying. She might be like Cloud but she was like himself also which gave him the benefit of understanding her closed off nature. Trusting people was difficult but it would become necessary at some point. Vincent found himself choosing to trust more and more strangers with nothing more than a 'wait and see' attitude to go on. His friends had found that it could work rather well and...he was trying to change. Change did not come without sacrifice or concessions and he was making his. "The Planet chose to forgive me first," he said. "Or rather, we forgave each other," he said. It might not make much sense to her but it did have meaning. She had to come to an understanding first. Without that understanding she could never move on. "We have to forgive those who have wronged us too,". It didn't matter whether they wronged us after or before we made our mistakes. They had become part of them.
Vincent titled his head to the side. He was pretty sure this black stuff might be lead and while he did harbour misty dark inside it was of a different origin. That wasn't to say what she said didn't have some merit but she was saying he could just control Chaos and he had already tried that. He had to get the proto-materia. "How do you know here is not where I am needed?" he asked. "I was travelling to my home planet when I found myself here only to meet you," he said. "Warp materia is how I got here, and a little bit of a natural talent, and it is how I will leave," he said not trusting any kind of gate that was made up of something so unpredictable.
Vincent sighed. "Speaking of materia. There is one I need. It is the only way to control my Chaos," he admitted hoping this wasn't a mistake. She did not feel like an enemy though and risks had to be taken to get results. Right? Cloud and theo thers had trusted him and they had found him in a coffin! "My Chaos and yours are not the same. The Proto-Materia is a glowing orb with a black swirl inside," he told her. "If you find it, please hold on to it for me," he said, not telling her that without it he would eventually be lost to the force inside of himself. While he was strong, strong enough to house a sentient xenoform, he wasn't strong enough to stop it from taking over indefinitely. Anything the Planet had created was an immensely powerful force for a reason.
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