[identity profile] radiantxsmile.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] shiva_dancing_backup
Who: Aerith and open
When: Afternoon
Where: Between the boundaries of Midgar and Edge
What: Selling her flowers.
Rating: TBA



It was the afternoon hours of the day, Aerith was selling her flowers between the welcome sign to Edge and exit sign from Midgar. The flower girl remembered from one of her "dreams" that Midgar was completely destroyed during the events of Meteor, so a new city was build away from the old city. Luckily she came at a time that the people from Edge were slowly returning to Midgar to rebuild because it seemed as the city was getting too crowded for so many people. Aerith thought that selling her flowers between the borderlines of the two cities was a good idea. She knew it might be dangerous, but she could take care of herself if anyone caused her trouble.

So far, she had sold a few flowers and two flower bouquets, so she was doing a good so far. Aerith didn't know where the idea of selling the flowers from the church came from, but she was having fun selling them. Plus, it was a nice way to make money. If only she could piece together the reason for doing any of it. Why did it all feel so familiar?

"I shouldn't get too caught up in this...I'm sure I'll know sooner or later," she told herself with a smile. Aerith knew she had to be strong for not only herself, but for Xion too. She wasn't going to let her roommate down.

"I just need to keep on selling~" she told herself again as she went back to work on selling those flowers.

Date: 2010-02-09 07:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] black-masamune.livejournal.com
He could sense her the strongest out of all Cloud's friends. Even before when he stepped into Edge and found Tifa's bar, the flower girl's presence was overwhelming. Such was her spirit, he imagined.

There were conflicting memories he possessed of her. In some, he had murdered her because she tried to stop him. In others, she was merely one of Cloud's friends who rarely got in his way, or was a force counteracting his will. It all confused him greatly, which pleased him not at all.

Sephiroth strolled down the streets of Edge, his glamour again covering him. It had been blown thanks to Denzel, but what were the odds he'd run into yet another person with Jenova's cells in their system?

The streets seemed familiar, yet so distinctly not. However, the closer the got to Midgar, the more his mood lifted. Here was familiar territory. He could only hope that flower girl was there as well. It wouldn't hurt to have both her and Ms. Lockhart in his grip. Cloud would suffer all the more for it.

Date: 2010-02-10 07:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] black-masamune.livejournal.com
His senses flared as he felt an aura come closer. Unlike those he was used to, it was so painfully good in nature he nearly grimaced. There were very, very few people in the entire world with such a presence. It seemed he'd found who he was looking for.

His mind worked frantically to find a way to draw her closer, to some place where she would be forced to contact him, yet be unable to escape. He spotted a clearing where a marketplace of sorts was set up, and a smirk rose on his lips. Perfect.

Sephiroth slipped into the crowd, easily blending in, and waited for her to draw closer. If she couldn't see exactly where he was, he could get the drop on her instead.

Date: 2010-02-12 03:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] black-masamune.livejournal.com
Just as he was about to edge closer to her, the girl made a break for the alleyway. Sephiroth wondered if luck was on his side that day. It certainly seemed so for the time being. 'It had better stay that way.' he thought.

Sephiroth trailed after Aeris, even though her aura was still making him uncomfortable. He stopped as she turned around, and simply smiled darkly.

"How much for a flower, flower girl?" he asked, giving her a level stare. He had wanted to surprise her from behind, but this worked just as well. He wanted to see her shock.

Date: 2010-02-12 06:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] black-masamune.livejournal.com
"Pity about the flowers," he shrugged, then tilted his head almost innocently to the side, "Cloud? What would I want with him? It's much more fun to hurt him indirectly, I find."

He let a darker look cloud his eyes then. Clearly she had no idea he'd taken Tifa, which worked for him rather nicely. However, he wondered what it would be like to let her know.

"Oh yes, and Miss Lockhart says hello. I almost forgot." He had to resist a chuckle. That little remark was sure to set her veins on fire.

Date: 2010-02-16 04:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] black-masamune.livejournal.com
"My dear, it's really none of your business now is it?" he just chuckled softly and folded his arms over the broad chest. Things were working out well. While he was curious as to why she seemed to hesitate when he mentioned Tifa's name, he ultimately tossed the thought away. It didn't matter since the flower girl now knew exactly whom it was in his clutches.

"However, that's not important for the time being." he said, taking another step closer to her. His catlike eyes flashed as he gave her a dark look. "Tell me something. Are you memories conflicting? I could have sworn I ran you through at the Forgotten Capital."

He tried not to look too desperate for the answers. His memories were unreliable thanks to being adrift in the Lifestream for so long. For someone who normally was sure of what he spoke of, having an unsure element in the mix was all the more maddening.

Date: 2010-02-16 08:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] black-masamune.livejournal.com
He just smirked, an eerie expression that usually meant something very, very bad was about to happen. Usually the victim was someone in close proximity to him.

"So you do have them then. How delightful," he chuckled darkly. While it didn't answer his question, it certainly shed some light on the situation. Neither of them could remember the other concretely. At least it wasn't just him.

"Rest assured I will give Miss Lockhart back some day. Maybe soon, maybe far off in the distance." he said before stepping back. "Though I will be a bit sad to let her go. Her screams are like the finest of a nightingale's songs."

He began to meld back into the crowd, eager to leave her to her thoughts.

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