A Radical Dreamer's Lament...
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shiva_dancing_backupWho: 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.
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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Date: 2010-07-01 09:58 pm (UTC)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..."
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Date: 2010-07-05 02:23 am (UTC)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."