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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.

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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.