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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2015 20:09:28 GMT -5
It will be made a wasteland,
It was dark, perhaps the darkest the Forgotten Capital had ever been. Even though the sun had only just set, the winds had changed, and from the north came the rapid advance of a storm, until the whole sky was covered in black clouds. The rain that followed came down in a torrential downpour, each deafening peal of thunder immediately accompanied by the flash of lightning, ripping across the horizon and violently shaking the ground with each terrible strike. It was all so strange, before now, the weather had seemed like it would be fair for the rest of the evening. What changed? It was as if The Planet itself was groaning.
Parched and desolate before me;
The wind picked up, howling through the ruins, whistling as it passed into long abandoned structures. It blew here and there, until there was no escaping the deadly chill it brought from the mountains. But there was more than a coolness to this breeze, it also bore the noise of a far-off battle, sounds of gunfire and pain, clear enough to sound like they came from a distance, but faint enough to make you wonder if it was all in your head. There was a tangible feeling of loss, loneliness, silence, and sadness that hung like a pall over the city. There was something very wrong here, like the city wanted to scream but couldn't find a voice to make the sound.
The whole land will be laid waste
From within the deepest part of the city, its very center, came an echo, a noise that seemed all too real compared to the faint whispers on the wind. It was the sound of metal against metal, a fierce exchange of blows followed by a burst of magic, explosions. With each clash The Planet trembled, a flash of light would move through the tunnels and hallways, followed by waves of Mako energy. Somehow, those who felt it instinctively knew that the magic didn't come from any sort of Materia, even though all they could experience was its residual power. Somehow, they instinctively knew that this desperate struggle was the cause of The Planet's pain.
Because there is no one who cares.
Suddenly, the Lifestream sprung from the ground, curling through the air as it sped towards the source of the disturbance, as if rushing to heal a wound or fight some enemy of The Planet, maybe both. It was all so strange, but an all too familiar situation, like Meteorfall all over again, but on a much smaller scale. Except, The Planet wasn't at stake this time, there was something or someone else, something that couldn't be grasped. Those who followed the Lifestream would find old memories in the forefront of their mind. The longer they held onto those memories, the more they seemed to move into the past. The more they moved into the past, the deeper the memories they could hold onto, and the more beautiful the past became.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2015 11:37:32 GMT -5
A rumbling stirred within her and her mind ached as if she was being forced to awaken. Nearby Rufus slept in one of the beds, and as her eyes were forced open they wandered over to him wondering if it was he that disturbed her. However both he and the hound slept, as she leant up she could see the dog’s ears prick slightly which made her pause and look out of the window that the shell casing had created. There was a light, distant but clear, the Planet ached as the rain came down. It wasn’t something that Aerith was expecting here, she only came because she felt its sorrow but was there something else drawing her here? Sliding herself around so that she sat upon the edge of the bed, Aerith began to pull on her boots, she couldn’t ignore it and in fact it was against her nature to do so.
Her eyes didn’t falter from the window, even as she grasped her jacket and pulled her arms through her eyes stayed focused on that light. It was something very familiar to her, too familiar in fact, why was it sprouting out here in the City? Someone else must have been here…surely not an Ancient but who? Aerith stood and turned to Rufus finally, she could tell him she was going to go look herself but he would probably only come with her…and the message it may just be for her. Still, she’d left people so many times without an answer and caused so much trouble in the process. Yet when the Cetra glanced around she couldn’t find anything to write this message on, everything was ancient, much like the people themselves who abandoned their belongings to escape Jenova.
The Cetra turned away from them both and headed down the stairs, “Just follow the light.” She whispered and slowly and silently moved through the abandoned house to the door. It was already ajar and she slid her slender body through it hoping her movements were as quiet as could be. It was almost like she was sneaking out but it didn’t feel that way, it felt like she was being led and it was meant only for her to find it, it was something too difficult to explain to the man she travelled with. The green light emitting itself from the centre of the city, Aerith’s stomach dropped, she didn’t want to travel down there…not to the alter again, still she would only go so far until she felt like she’d have to stop herself. Still she continued onwards, the rain pelting against her skin, she curled herself up and rushed onwards, perhaps she should have been a little more prepared for the weather.
“I don’t understand, tell me why you hurt so much…?” Aerith’s words were no longer a whisper, the Planet groaned and cried for her but she didn’t understand why, “I’m here now, like I said I would be!” It was almost in anger. Why did she leave Radiant Garden to come here, what did it need to show her. She was close to the light now, so close in fact that it sprouted out around her, wrapping her up in its familiar warmth, the glow…it oddly felt like home. That was until the man in front of her, a soldier in fact…not 1st class, no he wore the blue uniform, his weapon raised to her face. Aerith scowled, “Why this?” It wasn’t real and she could feel it, still she’d turn around to see what he aimed his weapon upon.
But there was nothing, instead three others stood by the first soldier, each weapon drawn to something at the centre, as she tried to focus an image came through a little clearer. Between the green glow of the Lifestream, the figure was too distant, Aerith walked back to them trying to make out the face. And there it was, her old boyfriend (if that was what he was…she could never decipher), the men has their guns pointed at him and his face…the look of exhaustion upon him as if he’d fought for hours to save himself. She’d met that same man within the Lifestream and it proved his death was real, she only felt it those years ago but was uncertain of its truth. That or she didn’t want to believe it back then.
But here he was right in front of her, his determination seemingly getting him this far, she didn’t know what had happened to him back then or how he’d died…where he died. In fact she knew nothing about it, seeing him in the Lifestream reminded her of those times and in fact seeing him here did the same but they were so young back then. The woman turned around to hear the clicking of the guns, they took aim and shot straight through her. Her arms reached up to protect herself but as she remembered where she was she dropped them, turning back to him his hand reaching up to the bullet holes knowing it was all over. And the figure, as quickly as it appeared was gone again.
“These…these aren’t my memories!” Aerith shouted and covered her face in her hands, she had been cold to him in the Lifestream, he was a flirt and it was something she couldn’t shake from him but this…this was a side to him she hadn’t seen. She’d seen him almost broken but this…he was weak and unsure, she didn’t want to see anymore, she couldn’t stand to watch this. Her eyes closed beneath her hands, “Tell me what it is you want me to find…”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2015 13:17:26 GMT -5
R u f u s S h i n r a firemasterofcheyenne
Rufus did not sleep well, he could not. Beds were the ultimate phobia for him, though less so the bed itself and more the unprotected state of the resting quarters. He isolated himself to the furthest bed available. There he lay under such pretenses of rest. His back was to the woman, body prone, but mind active. The heavy feeling that he felt in the forest only intensified in the center of the Capital. It was a ghost town. Belongings of people long past remained here, untouched for Planet knows how long, for generations. But Planet did know, didn't she? Whoever lived here… lived. Their lives were here suddenly interrupted, their existence all but wiped from the pages of history. All that remain of them were memories carved into stone and monuments housing their spiritual centers. But here he lay, in their ancient, Forgotten Capital.
What was it they were here for? Rufus could no longer be sure. At first they sought to prove the other trustworthy, but it was becoming increasingly gray. She had no reason beyond personal delusions to claim such an extravagant and useless heritage (at least it was to Rufus because for him the Promised Land held no value in his current life), and he held no reason to lie of Planet's state. They both had something to prove, but was it really to reach other anymore? He had not looked at the SD card he obtained from earlier skirmishes. There was no telling what was in it, and he could not trust this woman fully to play it in front of her. It could have been anything from sensitive information to more problems he was just not yet equipped to deal with.
Dark Nation had taken its place upon its master's bed. The attentive fiend had laid itself over Rufus' legs protectively. While it's body perfectly lay so it did not smother or kick the executive, Dark's head rest over his master's legs to watch his back. It understood the man's trepidations, but more so could feel the tension that was keeping the man awake. Lights suddenly filled the night air, tempting the day too soon. Just as quickly as the lights appeared, all became dim as the stars seemed to fall to the surface of their world. Rufus remained still, vigilant, paranoid, of his surroundings. His soft breathing hid the tension that coiled in his stomach. His eyes had been focused on a single spot in the building, mind drifting. He could feel Aerith moving, whatever was going on outside unsettled the strange lass. Dark Nation has pricked his ears when the commotion began as well, the fiend more aware of his surroundings than anyone else. A soft whisper escaped the Ancient:
‘Follow the light.’ And she was whisked away into the night by her curiosity.
Dark Nation let out a low woofing noise before the hound stood up and hopped off the bed. The beast seated itself at the foot of the bed, beady eyes watching Rufus intently. Rufus sat himself up, the thin, ragged sheets, falling from his person. He pulled his legs over the edge of the bed, hands gripping at either side of himself. Reaching out his hand he would brush his fingers over the thing, almost furless hide, of the Tentacle Hound. When Aerith left the pair alone, a third individual would make itself known, though it was more a dream than actual person. The ghostly feminine figure that had been stalking Rufus since the beginning of his travels with the Ancient through the woods had made itself known once more. The voiceless apparition reached out their hands, calling for Rufus’ attention, but the executive purposely turned his head away. If one looked carefully, the physical features of the long gone spirit matched perfectly to Rufus’ own. The soft, creased brows and angular face were mirrored by the spirit.
“I have no memories of you. I’ve nothing to offer you… and you to offer me any longer.” He stood, the expression of the spirit turning pained.
Rufus coldly disregarded the begging entity as he stepped forward to follow after the Ancient. Dark Nation gave pause, looking back to the ghost before it turned to follow Rufus. The blond-haired executive gave pausem head turning slightly, though his eyes would not meet the figure. The spirit stood there, despair slung over its sheet white form no visible presence beyond its knees as it seemed to just float there. Rufus stood in the silence, the heavy pressure that filled the Forgotten Capital starting to make sense to him. Little by little he was accepting these situations, though he was not wholly intimate toward them. Death was an everyday aspect of life. It was brutal, unbecoming. Sometimes people needed to die for others to life.
“I’m alive and living. That should be enough. Cease lingering, it is unbecoming of someone like you. After all you gave birth to me, right?” The spirit looked up, but Rufus did not look back and moved forward, as one should with their life.
the ghost lowered their head, mouth silently moving before vanishing. Rufus sighed and pulled at his bangs to cover his scar. Since they arrived it has been tingling, perhaps consumed with the memories of pain born of the Geostigma, or the memories spilling forth from Planet herself. Stepping out into the open once again Rufus would look around. Spires of coral seemed to dance in the darkness. The falling light had caused the surrounding shadows to dance perversely against their own lingering existence. Looking around Rufus could not catch sight of where Aerith could of gone. Follow the light -- yet it seemed to fill every void that was left between the ruins, making it seem as if daytime had arrived. Dark Nation focused on a point, growling softly in its belly. Rufus adjusted his jacket and followed the hound’s gaze. There he spied the woman crumpled in on herself, as if she was in tears.
He could not feel, nor see the suffering she could. His heart was not so close to Planet. Humans have long since diverged from their connection with Planet, barely clinging to the cycle that kept their souls flowing through all things. Maybe humans had simply forgot how to listen… Rufus made his way to Aerith. He wanted to reach his hand up and rest it upon her, but as his hand indeed raised to do so, he pulled it back and tucked both hands into his pants pockets. He looked around. It was as if everything was on fire, but with light. Had a star fallen from the sky; abandoned by the heavens? Whatever it was… there was a tense sensation, forcing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. Dark Nation stood at his side, its sharp tail curled up and body locked in place protectively.
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