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shiva_dancing_backup Who: Serge, Kid, Denzel (hopefully); OPEN
What: Setting up new home, discussing stuff...
Where: 7th Heaven in Edge
When: Morning after Tifa is abducted
Rating: PG
Sephiroth…never did Kid think she could hate anyone as much as Lynx, but there she was, angrily putting away her belongings in her new room. The room was fairly large for both her and Serge, allowing them to live together while Glenn resided next-door, and it made her feel empty. She wanted a home, but not earning it by running from a fight. A Radical Dreamer always fought for their future, no matter how strong the enemy, and while she was used to fighting others stronger than her…being outclassed like that…
Her hand gripped on her dagger tightly, desiring to be impaled into something, anything. Her other hand held her head as the pressure from the memory of yesterday came back in full fury, anger rising like never before. Screaming in a fit of rage, she lashed out and swung…
But another hand caught hers, and she froze at the stranger’s touch. It was only until her eyes traveled up the man’s arm and spotting the blue-hair and comforting smile that belonged to her boyfriend.
Tears welled up in her eyes once more, dropping the dagger to the floor before embracing her lover. No tears left from her eyes however, refusing to allow even a single one pass, not until everything was set right. It may not have been her fight before, but she couldn’t just leave things as they were.
Serge returned the embrace, the warmth spreading between their bodies, his hand placed on the back of her head and back. “I’m sorry…If I had gotten their sooner—“
She shook her head, feeling the water ready to fall from her face. “No…if I had been stronger…than there’s no bleedin’ way that bugger could have slipped past me.” She hugged Serge closer to her. “I still gotta kick you arse first…” she muffled into his chain vest.
He sadly smiled, stroking her back. “Save it for after we get used to things around here. C’mon.”
She reluctantly let go of her beloved, and followed him downstairs to the empty tavern below. Glenn had already left, claiming to be after the mysterious swordsman and investigating a way to return home. They both believed him, but they didn’t believe he could do it. The Dragoon was powerful, that they didn’t doubt. It was his detective and interrogation skills they were most concerned about.
The Radical Dreamer walked behind the bar, pouring herself a drink a vodka. It was early, but she just needed something to calm her nerves before she went slashing at everything in sight again. When Serge overlooked her, she pouted at the disapproving look. “What?”
“You know you can’t drink that much.”
She snorted. “I’m 18 now! I can handle this much ya know!” She held up the small glass in front of his face to prove her point further. “It ain’t even that big! I doubt I can get wasted on this little shot!”
Serge sighed. “Fine, but drinking yourself into a stupor isn’t going to help. We need to look after Denzel and—“
At the mention of the boy’s name, both of their faces drained of all color. The one thing they had forgotten…
“Shit!” panicked the thief, dropping the glass on the counter before Serge caught it. “Where the bloody hell is he!?” Her eyes roamed the area, the color draining twice as fast now. If he went with Glenn…
No, this was the last thing she needed. She may not have been the big sister Lucca was, but letting the child out of her sight and leaving him to defend himself, even if he did have Cloud or Glenn with him…It would be like the massacre she witnessed seven years ago.
That, and Tifa would no doubt kick her ass if she lost sight of the kid.
“Denzel!” she shouted through the bar.
“Kid, calm down!” countered Serge, grabbing the thief by the shoulders. “I’m sure he’s around here somewhere….”
The drink near Kid’s side appeared tempting all of a sudden…
What: Setting up new home, discussing stuff...
Where: 7th Heaven in Edge
When: Morning after Tifa is abducted
Rating: PG
Sephiroth…never did Kid think she could hate anyone as much as Lynx, but there she was, angrily putting away her belongings in her new room. The room was fairly large for both her and Serge, allowing them to live together while Glenn resided next-door, and it made her feel empty. She wanted a home, but not earning it by running from a fight. A Radical Dreamer always fought for their future, no matter how strong the enemy, and while she was used to fighting others stronger than her…being outclassed like that…
Her hand gripped on her dagger tightly, desiring to be impaled into something, anything. Her other hand held her head as the pressure from the memory of yesterday came back in full fury, anger rising like never before. Screaming in a fit of rage, she lashed out and swung…
But another hand caught hers, and she froze at the stranger’s touch. It was only until her eyes traveled up the man’s arm and spotting the blue-hair and comforting smile that belonged to her boyfriend.
Tears welled up in her eyes once more, dropping the dagger to the floor before embracing her lover. No tears left from her eyes however, refusing to allow even a single one pass, not until everything was set right. It may not have been her fight before, but she couldn’t just leave things as they were.
Serge returned the embrace, the warmth spreading between their bodies, his hand placed on the back of her head and back. “I’m sorry…If I had gotten their sooner—“
She shook her head, feeling the water ready to fall from her face. “No…if I had been stronger…than there’s no bleedin’ way that bugger could have slipped past me.” She hugged Serge closer to her. “I still gotta kick you arse first…” she muffled into his chain vest.
He sadly smiled, stroking her back. “Save it for after we get used to things around here. C’mon.”
She reluctantly let go of her beloved, and followed him downstairs to the empty tavern below. Glenn had already left, claiming to be after the mysterious swordsman and investigating a way to return home. They both believed him, but they didn’t believe he could do it. The Dragoon was powerful, that they didn’t doubt. It was his detective and interrogation skills they were most concerned about.
The Radical Dreamer walked behind the bar, pouring herself a drink a vodka. It was early, but she just needed something to calm her nerves before she went slashing at everything in sight again. When Serge overlooked her, she pouted at the disapproving look. “What?”
“You know you can’t drink that much.”
She snorted. “I’m 18 now! I can handle this much ya know!” She held up the small glass in front of his face to prove her point further. “It ain’t even that big! I doubt I can get wasted on this little shot!”
Serge sighed. “Fine, but drinking yourself into a stupor isn’t going to help. We need to look after Denzel and—“
At the mention of the boy’s name, both of their faces drained of all color. The one thing they had forgotten…
“Shit!” panicked the thief, dropping the glass on the counter before Serge caught it. “Where the bloody hell is he!?” Her eyes roamed the area, the color draining twice as fast now. If he went with Glenn…
No, this was the last thing she needed. She may not have been the big sister Lucca was, but letting the child out of her sight and leaving him to defend himself, even if he did have Cloud or Glenn with him…It would be like the massacre she witnessed seven years ago.
That, and Tifa would no doubt kick her ass if she lost sight of the kid.
“Denzel!” she shouted through the bar.
“Kid, calm down!” countered Serge, grabbing the thief by the shoulders. “I’m sure he’s around here somewhere….”
The drink near Kid’s side appeared tempting all of a sudden…
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Date: 2010-02-16 12:30 am (UTC)'He saw me? What...how did he know it was me? Why is everyone recognizing me?' she thought. For several moments, she had no earthly idea what to even say.
"I was just..." she looked down again. "They didn't even...want my help anyway. That woman yelled at me, called me a...why would you think I was doing anything to you?"
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Date: 2010-02-16 04:15 am (UTC)"Guess maybe power does corrupt, huh?" he deadpanned the statement, then laughed at his own ill-humour, "Aw well, he was taken down before, it can happen again. Too many good guys in the world for the bad guys to win, but they never seem to realize it. It's funny, really."
ooc: sorry for douche-bag Loz
Date: 2010-02-16 06:21 pm (UTC)Now he remembered the presence he felt. It was the same as the creatures in white, Nobodies Master Xehanort called them. He smirked. Word play was never his forte, but it was worth a shot. Pacing back and forth in front of her as he taunted the poor girl.
"Of course they didn't want your help, a creature rejected by both light and darkness, wandering aimlessly like a lost puppy with absolutely no purpose. We're a lot like, more than you even know. We may be puppets, but at least I have a purpose in my life. But here's the thing, I am a Remnant, while you are literally nothing, something that shouldn't exist in this world."
He smirked to himself; he was a lot better at this than he thought.
ooc: that's fine~ though now she's officially hit brain shutdown mode
Date: 2010-02-16 07:18 pm (UTC)"N-No...that's not true..." she whimpered, holding her hands on her head. Her fingers curled into her hair, tugging on it as if the pain would bring her back to reality. "I'm not just a doll...you, Saïx, Xemnas...it's all lies."
Subconsciously her hand again moved to her breast, where a normal person might feel a heartbeat. As was common all the other times she'd made the gesture, there was only stillness in her chest. Warmth, but no sign of life.
She nearly lost it as hot tears strolled down her cheeks. Xion laughed shakily.
"S-See...I'm more than a puppet. How can I cry if...if I'm not..."
Re: ooc: that's fine~ though now she's officially hit brain shutdown mode
Date: 2010-02-16 09:06 pm (UTC)A knee collided with his jaw, knocking him to the ground. He tried to open his eyes, but a fist shot out, striking him in the bridge of the nose. A crack echoed, and the Remnant covered his face, blood dripping from his face.
Kid seethed, pissed off after hearing the conversation from above before jumping out the window. Her fist shaking, she struck Loz in the face again, harder than last time, knocking him out for the moment.
Half satisfied, she turned around, kneeling before the girl wiping away her tears. "Sorry 'bout that. I should've stopped him the moment I saw the bugger. You alright?"
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Date: 2010-02-16 09:19 pm (UTC)Xion jumped a bit as she removed her tears for her. They were soon replaced as she bowed her head. She could only stammer out a small "thank you" before hiding her face behind gloved hands.
There were good people in the world, it seemed. So many of them. First Miss Aeris, then Red, and now this nice young lady and the blue-haired man inside. The world wasn't like The Organization.
"I'm sorry."