shiva_dancing_backup | A Radical Dreamer's Lament...

Who: Kid, Denzel, and open to any who feel like having Kid's wrath thrown onto them
What: Drowning out sorrows, recovering and maybe even training
Where: Edge; 7th Heaven
When: a few days after the Xion incident, minutes before Lynx's villain get-together.
Rating: PG-13; maybe higher if provoked to higher levels of violence
Warnings: Cursing, drinking, and maybe even a little violence (or a lot if you really piss her off, excluding Denzel, Tifa, and Cloud)

(OOC: I have returned! XD)

The infamous drink simply called the Red Whirlwind laid perfectly onto the counter, opened and poured into Kid’s cup. She knew the risks, but the drink was the only thing preventing her from yelling and destroying anything. The bar had been closed for the day, due to the events the nights before with Xion. The door and pictures had been quickly repaired, though Kid was sure Denzel noticed. The young boy had never questioned it, yet when you have stranger who could shoot fireballs and fling them even towards friends, his hesitation would be noticeable; he never even went near Ifrit, despite the beast being far more tamed and docile than Kid could be.

She stared at her drink, thankfully watering down the alcohol within. No longer did it hold a taste, but it did its job of keeping Kid’s emotions in check. Her broken arm on the other hand, that would take awhile before it fully healed. She hated the feelings from before. Failing to protect Tifa from Sephiroth, losing Lucca to Lynx, and now losing both Xion and Namine to her own family cursed by Lavos and an unknown Organization. The red aura of fury came back, dwelling within her heart. The emotions rushed back, and her eyes welled up…

Until she took another shot from her drink, and the tears that threatened her vanished in a mere blink. Sighing, she rested her head on the counter. Next to her, but far away from the drinks, were the scrolls she heard Tifa had learned her martial arts from. While a clone of Schala, Kid knew she could never compete with her mother in her current state, as the real Schala combined with Lavos far exceeded her power. Serge had taught her power doesn’t decide the outcome of a fight; skill and intellect did. She couldn’t lie to herself. Smarts were never her thing, but skill and speed were her ace in the hole. Combined with the teachings Tifa had learned, hopefully her overall combat skills could improve one day.

But of course the thought of killing her own mom forced her to take another drink, and this time she slammed her head against the counter, her face neutral and void of emotion. The local drunks came passing by the bar, and immediately left upon seeing Kid drinking. A smart move, for there was no need to drown their misery with even more misery. The thief however had a feeling they’d get impatient soon enough. Even with one arm, she could kill them if she wanted to; even a wounded animal still such as her had another claw.

What awaited her today? She simply drank to her heart’s content and let luck throw her a shitty hand like always. Only hand in her entire life was ever good after Lucca…and she missed Serge deeply. It was only now she realized that even after spending so long in this foreign world, they had never…bonded like they once did.

And that, no matter what drink that trailed down her throat to rid her emotions, forced a tear and a sniffle down Kid’s face.

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Denzel was depressed. Really, really depressed. Cloud and Tifa were still gone, Marlene was off somewhere with her dad, trouble seemed to come round the bar all the time and the whole thing had Denzel right down in the dumps. He wouldn't admit it though. One thing he had learned in his short life was to smile through the hardest times.

He made his way through to the bar and got himself a drink, before pulling a stool up next to Kid. He climbed up onto it and draped an arm across Kid with a sigh. He hated to see other people sad.

Kid glanced at the child next to him. Back then, she might have either shrugged him off, or throw him over her shoulder and give him a black eye. Even the liquor had told her to do so, hoping for some of the old killer instinct to reform. Though that thought was a mere a second, she gently pushed the drink aside with her good arm. She had enough for the time being, and she hated drinking in front of others, allowing them to judge her so poorly. And if anyone in this household could understand even a fraction of her pain, Denzel could.

But that was it. He only knew a little. And at that, misery poured down into her once more.

“Sorry about the mess after the whole Xion stint,” she muttered, her throat slightly dry. “And all the other bullshit that’s been going on lately. All me fault, eh? Go on. Say it. Say how much of a fucking failure I am!” She sniffled, wiping away the tear that came from thinking of Serge. "In reality mate, that's all that I am, huh?"

Denzel frowned and shook his head. "I don't think you're a failure, Kid. You did your best and that's all that really matters." He blamed himself for not being stronger, for not being able to help more. He hated seeing Kid so sad. He wished there was some way he could help her.

"Don't be sad, Kid. We can get through this. Me and you. And then we can find Cloud and Tifa and all your friends and it'll be great!"

Kid shook her head at that, her eyes cast down onto the bar. The endless drinking had nearly drained her of all her emotions, even the rage she had often relied on. And she knew that Denzel meant well, but this was different now. One warrior alone was possible, an army maybe, but….Lavos and its own army…The sheer thought made Kid’s hand tremble as she reached for her drink. “Wrong, little ‘un. Things are getting worse, some shit that makes that bastard Sephiroth look like a tooth fairy!”

Taking the drink into her hand, she sighed heavily. At the very least, Denzel deserved to know what was going on. “Before I say a lick of spit to ya, tell me, have ya ever heard of somethin’ called Lavos?”

"Lavos?" Denzel once more shook his head, hair swishing side to side. "Nope... what is it? Is it bad? Everything will work out though. Cloud is a hero and heroes fix things right up! He can fix anything." Denzel happened to have a strong case of hero worship going on.

He took a sip of his soda. "Everything will work out great!"

Kid stared at Denzel strangely, but shrugged it off. Their lives were similar for the most part, only she was on the frontlines of a fight. Staring at her drink, temped to take another sip, she bowed her head. “Lavos….well you heard about the GF Hades attackin’ Luca? Let’s just say Lavos makes that look like a goddamn pageant. I never experienced the bastard’s full wrath, but…”

She sighed heavily. Describing Lavos was hard for someone who had only faced a Lavos spawn and the recent Lavoid. She tried her best anyway. “You know how me and me mates ain’t from this world? Well, the thing Lucca and her pals killed was none other than Lavos, but then we had to clean up the mess when the bugger absorbed Schala, becomin’ the damn Time Devourer. Trust me, it wasn’t easy for both sides. Based on what I heard, Lavos, in the future, destroyed nearly all of humanity simply by resting within the planet, kinda like the Jenova Cloud’s AVALANCHE buddies told me about. Picture that, only when that bugger wakes up, there will only be chaos in destruction. No disease, just pure death. In our world, we were weak compared to Zeal, with tech being our only ace, and even then the weapons back home are piss weak compared to the likes of Rabanastre or SeeD. Lavos will suck the life, and with the entire energy of this planet…everything you know will die. And then…we got this.”

Pulling out her phone, she unveiled the picture of Vanitas himself, now Lavo-fied. Part of her hoped he would recognize the man, with him being close to both of their ages and a keyblader at that. Being a keyblade master was the part that had her most fearful of a Lavoid. Both Xion and this man had possessed keyblades, and yet…

Reluctantly, she continued. “I ran into a fight with one its children, a Lavoid, but then…” she nudged to her arm in a sling. “That’s how I ended up with this. Serge bailed my ass right in the nick of time. If there are more, and can even possess a bloke with a keyblade….then we are fucked. And you wanna know what the most fucked up part is?” Taking a sip from her drink, she slammed her cup onto the table, cracks forming underneath it; luckily it was none of the special ones Cloud’s family had used. “The one who did all of this, the one of brought those bastards back, was none other than Schala…me mum.”

Denzel listened to Kid as she spoke, being sure not to interrupt her just like a good boy should listen. He didn't really understand it all completely, but it didn't sound very good. In fact, it sounded terrifying.

He looked at the picture of Vanitas, shrugging his shoulders. "Who's that? He looks weird..." He gave a sigh, bottom lip jutting out into a pout. "Your mum made the bad guys come? Why would she do that? Mums should protect people, not hurt them..."

Sighing, she put away the phone; so much for that idea. Now everything was in Serge's hands. "Figures. Saw him in Midgar, and after hearin' your little tale, I thought maybe he'd be a friend of yours. But ya see his weapon? That'd be keyblade. Xion and a few other blokes I knew have em, course I can't find Terra and Aqua now to question them and Xion won't answer me bloody calls or anythin'. So yeah, finding out this bugger is gonna be a challenge for Serge."

Hearing what Denzel about her mom made her chuckle dryly. "You forget, Den. She's possessed by Lavos, meanin' he's taking the driving seat. He's a bit more chaotic than I remember, but all it wants is to devour and grow, and that means killin' us like goddamn cattle. I don't want to believe it either. There's no bloody way she'd ever do this when she was normal, if you could call her that. I should know...." She took a quick chug of her drink and set the glass down once more. Her gaze settled into the now empty glass, and her frown deepened. "I'm not just her daughter. I'm a clone."

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