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Mar 28, 2024 6:35:23 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2014 19:33:23 GMT -5
Blue eyes cast a somber look on the window pane as the former 1st Class thought more to himself about being a lone wolf, and he eventually came to ponder about his memories of a certain raven haired male in a black attire. Angeal was someone who Genesis knew would give anything to be in his shoes right now; to be able to freely work a mission of importance to the worlds, all by himself, it was probably something Hewley desired more than anything. To be able to act upon his dreams and honor of being a hero; the very thing Genesis himself now sought to accomplish. At least back in the day when they were fighting Shinra, Genesis had suspicions about the man's behavior, until they united against a common enemy. With his closest friends now dead and all that he knew about the world behind him, Genesis decided to seek out a better means of ensuring the survival of The Planet, no matter where the influence of the Goddess would take him. He was now her arrow, left from the bow to seek vengeance upon those that would corrupt and abuse the power of the Lifestream. The state of the worlds had darkened, due to interference by workings still unknown to him. The encounter Rhapsodos had with the female warrior in Olympus only further proved that he lacked many of his recent memories, for a sense of familiarity was wrapped around many sights he could have swore he had encountered before. The Coliseum had evidently been one of these places, evoking a sense of deja vu from the depths of his heart.
A dark overcast filled the skies as rain continued to batter the windows of the speeding locomotive, as it made its departure from a town called Deling City, which had been locked down under military advisement. The reasons were unknown to him, but all the Crimson SOLDIER could ascertain was an immediate threat to the south, which forced him to alter his itinerary to an island by the name of Balamb. Genesis turned away from the window to enter one of the passenger compartments, entering to find the couches and recliners emptied. He slowly made his way over to the nearest, ivory hued cushion and plopped down onto his back with a heavy sigh. He began to think about Timber's situation as he closed his eyes, and wondered just what could be causing a fuss big enough to get the forces of the military involved. Rain continued to pelt the windows of the well furnished compartment Genesis found himself laying in, which only helped to provoke a feeling of comfort and serenity in him. The auburn haired male continued to lay in silence, staring up at the cold steel of the cabin's ceiling as thoughts continued to race through his mind. Though the matter was pressing on his thoughts, something told him to avoid the crisis, something told him to go to this island.
This intuition that kept tugging at the back of his mind, was it Angeal? Did his old friend find a way to tell him or possibly show him which path to take now? A smirk spread on the relaxed expressions of the former SOLDIER's face, thinking such ideas to be a little far fetched. Perhaps he missed his old friend, and was looking for anything to put Hewley back into the realm of life. Perhaps it was the G Cells coursing through his veins, that also coursed through those of Angeal. Was it his wish to see the former spiritual leader of SOLDIER once more, or was it something far more sinister that he could not explain? A red glove was place softly upon his right brow, causing Genesis to wince at the foreshadowing pain of a headache coming on. After twenty minutes of fighting off this pain, the former 1st Class rose from the seat, and proceeded toward the compartment's door.
As he reached out with his gloved hand to press the slider, and open the door, there was a bright flash from outside the darkened window, in the light-less abyss that was the world. It was barely noticeable, but the SOLDIER managed to catch a glimpse of it just before the windows shattered inward, bringing several hooks on ropes in with the shower of glass all over the sofa. A flash of light overtook his right hand, as he instinctively summoned his Rapier to his aid. Upon the ropes, which had been embedded in the wall behind Genesis with their hooks, came sailing a group of men clad in black who landed in the compartment to confront the man. In all this time, Genesis had managed to turn about to face this entrance of masked assailants, and raised the crimson blade of Rapier to point it at his newfound 'friends'. The sight of the weapon being pointed at them instantly provoked the men in black, and so they timely retaliated with a flurry of black throwing stars aimed for the red clad warrior. In the hallway behind the door, several passengers cried out in sudden alarm as the nearby door gave out several metallic dings and solid thuds, as several black stars made their way deep enough to penetrate the wood. This was soon followed by the resonating sounds of more clashing of steel on steel, until the occasional rip could be heard paired with an anguished cry that lasted as long as it could until a gurgled cackling overcame it before silence.
Inside the room Genesis had managed to fell most of the masked assailants, while suffering only a minor cut into his crimson trench on the right sleeve just above his elbow. A loud thud resonated against the neighboring passenger car, as Rhapsodos used his free arm to pin the remaining assailant against the wall; the flat edge of Rapier's blade to the man's jugular vein. Blue eyes narrowed as he tightened his grip on the man's robes, his brow furrowing with anger as he looked up into the hazel spheres that had sought his blood only moments before. "It would be unfortunate to learn that was your best attempt," remarked Genesis out of sarcasm before he addressed the man's throat with a tighter push with his arm, tightening the cloth's grip around his neck. "Who sent you?" asked Genesis before he loosened his grip so the man could speak. The man gave out a weakened cackle, which only sounded more devilish by the amount of saliva accumulated in his mouth when he chose to speak.
"Hahahaha! Stupid bastard..." spat the man before he decided to spit at the SOLDIER's face, which the former 1st Class timely avoided for it to fly past his shoulder. "T-they'll kill you all! Hehehahaha!" finished the man, which only brought about a confused look on the swordsman's face. This was quickly getting nowhere, and Rhapsodos was beginning to see that he'd need to really threaten this guy to get some information out of him. However just as he was about to resume questioning the assailant, the sight of a cyanide capsule caught his attention; blue eyes growing wide with sudden concern and fear of what was about to happen. It was too late for him to do anything about it though, and before Genesis could yell for him to stop, the assailant had already bit down into the pill and released the chemicals into his system. The swordsman let go of the assailant and stepped back a couple of feet, trying to avoid the pools of blood created from this man's comrades, and continued to observe the man who had collapsed to the floor.
He looked up to Genesis with a gleeful expression, but found his words begin to crack as his mouth filled with white pus and bubbles as if he were a rabid dog. "S-see you in h-hell G-G-Gene..." were his last words that went unfinished, as his last breath gave way during the first syllables of the former SOLDIER's name. For a moment Genesis stood in the room filled with death, perplexed by what had just happened, and all so suddenly at that. Just who in the hell were these guys, and how did this one know his name of all people? Blue eyes snapped up to the broken windows, as rain and wind continued to sweep into the room due to the train's speed. Why was Genesis getting an eerie feeling from that man's last words? Who was going to kill them all, and just whom did he mean by them? No one immediately close to him came to mind, at least nobody who could be threatened by the likes of these men.
"No such luck," he muttered to the man, just loud enough for the words to be heard by himself alone in the presence of the howling winds outside. The auburn haired warrior cautiously exited to the hallway, and peered down both directions to keep an eye out for more attackers, of which there seemed to be none at the time. That was how most of the Wutai assassins worked; they wanted you to think you were alone until they surprised you with their move, which normally worked against Infantrymen or an unprepared 3rd Class. As silently as he could muster, Genesis slipped from the room to sneak his way down the hall in a crouch. It was a long hallway at best, but as soon as he reached the door at its end, more glass shattered and more of the same attired assailants found their way into the train. Glancing back over his shoulder at them, blue eyes narrowed as Genesis rose from his tactical crouch, turning in full to face his next opponents. There were five this time, two of which seemed to be brandishing swords, while the other three seemed to be carrying those sickles on chains they favored so much.
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