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Post by Tifa Lockhart on May 13, 2011 11:09:09 GMT -5
A/N - First off, I forgot what I wanted to type Secondly? Yeah, you know what I'd say. Apologies. Hope this covers everyone If not, I'll try and make my post better next time Once she settled the tip of the ink pen against the parchment, Tifa never once expected what was spoken next. Before she could introduce herself, or even extend the usual greeting she always gave first time customers, the crimson stranger’s words lulled her senses. Turning the pen between her fingers, Tifa looked deadpan into the cerulean sea gaze for a moment longer than necessary. …eyes of mako …eyes of SOLDIER The strange trance was soon interrupted by the large baring voice of her newest house guest slewing curse words out from the kitchens confines. Tifa flinched as she spun back to hear various utensils striking the floor. God help her… Barret was in her kitchen! Torn between her duty to see the order through and rushing off to save what she could of her kitchen, another obstacle arose. A small trio of individuals burst in the entrance of her bar, a man covered in a hard days labor began barking orders for assistance, as a much smaller woman proved difficult to stay in step with the blue collar worker supporting a hooded man. …what in Shiva’s name is going on today!? Gripping the small pamphlet tightly, she started forward just as the copper haired stranger addressed her once again. Tifa’s attention was his for a second longer to take in a mental note of his request. Tea…why did that sound like such a strange request? Partly because most men that dared darken the doorway asked for something with a lot more kick to it. A curt nod, Tifa returned her attention back to the three now awkwardly arranging themselves at the end of the bar. …her kitchen, Gods help it, would have to wait Everyone seemed to stand at attention, each barking orders back to her, Tifa kept her chin tucked and her focus on the hooded man in question. But before she could reach her destination, a flurried blur of red leather sped past her. Blinking three times fast, she stalled a step looking back just to witness the crimson clad man retuning to his seat. Shaking her head, Tifa glanced down to see what was exchanged between the two as her eyes landed on the small piece of fruit deposited into the upturned palm of the unresponsive hooded gent. Brushing past the couple still demanding her attention, Tifa placed an attentive hand to the back of the man’s right shoulder blade, as she willed her right hand forward reaching for his limp arm. Carefully, she applied a cautious amount of pressure just underside of the mans calloused palms in search of his heartbeat. …there! It was there. But dangerously weak Frowning inwardly, Tifa took his hand in both of hers laying it gently down into his lap. “Watch him” she spoke the stern order at the two which were responsible for bringing him in as she started for the rear office, Tifa fled past the kitchen’s entrance shouting in the dark skinned man’s direction, “Top shelf, right of the milk cartons! Under the left sink” and with that she crossed over the threshold once more of Cloud’s unkempt office. Rounding the interface of the large desk, Tifa dropped down reaching for a well placed box hidden underneath several stacks of paperwork. Clinching tightly to a loose flap of cardboard, she forced the small container forward and holding it loosely in her lap, she glanced inside to see if indeed the items were still in tack. Sated, she wasted very little time in getting the needed necessities back to the stranger laid helplessly against bars surface. Several sets of curious eyes locked onto the moment Tifa appeared before them with a box in tow. Slipping the box up onto a smaller section of the prep center of the bars edge, she reached inside as the blacksmith began to protest, he was soon silenced by the strange looking vile glowing a faint blue hue. “Could you…” Tifa motioned for the two with the tilt of her chin gesturing towards the cloaked man, “ prop him up?” as she asked, her fingers busied themselves uncapping the x-potion.
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Zack Fair
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Post by Zack Fair on May 13, 2011 14:13:49 GMT -5
"No...Need..." Zack said, his hand shooting out with what little strength it had left to grasp the potion in Tifa's hands. "I'll do it..." With what looked like a Herculean effort, the hooded man lifted himself from the table, both of his arms shaking from his exertion as the apple tumbled from the bar after leaving his hand. He slowly moved himself up, his angular chin revealing itself from the hood first, and slowly working his way up until the hood finally fell from his face, revealing his black hair and haggard face in its entirety. Fumbling with the x-potion, he took a sip from it, and seemed to have the strength returned to him enough to take a good swig from the potion, emptying its contents.
Restored, Zack Fair set the vial back on the counter before he slammed both fists into said bartop, and leaned forward onto his arms, taking care not to splinter the wood under his strength. Looking renewed, his eyes once more shone with his vigor and energy, and he smiled happily at Tifa.
"So, how's my favorite tour guide?"
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Post by barret on May 13, 2011 23:27:05 GMT -5
Barret would stop, hearing the man. "Fine, I ain't cookin if he's feelin better." He'd shout, luckily before he actually started cooking. More pots and pans could be heard clattering around, along with some glass breaking. It was obvious that Tifa's kitchen was defeated, but there was at least no fire...
He'd walk back out and glare at the group. "So, what we doin?" He said, brushing broken glass off of his shoulder, as if nothing had happened.
He'd raise his eyebrow at the group. They'd obviously be a little surprised...
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Post by Red XIII on May 14, 2011 0:59:40 GMT -5
Red sat there like a statue, save for the whipping of his tail as he peered at the strange device with his one good eye. He was on the streets of Edge, and though many knew him to be one of those who helped save the Planet, people gave him a wide berth. He was more than a little embarrassed by the observing passerby as he stared down the PHS in front of him in that out of place setting. The device given to him was designed for human hands, and had been a chore to so much as open without causing damage. The PHS even bore a few fresh scratches on its casing from his efforts. Oh sure, he could press a button on the casing and answer a call from someone via speakerphone; but placing calls was extremely difficult for him. Red looked somewhat silly, staring down the human device and pondering his next move before finally raising his paw.
Carefully and as precisely as possible; he tapped buttons with his claw, trying to manipulate the device to accept the number he wanted it to dial. It seemed that the phone emitted assorted tones with his claw presses for two or three more minutes before he finally managed to get the number right and press send. People showed everything from confused fascination to amusement on the street, watching such an animal successfully place a phone call. Barret's PHS rang, and Red waited for him to pick up. After all, just showing up unannounced at Seventh Heaven to discuss energy alternatives might scare away a good number of Tifa's customers due to his physical appearance. Furthermore, he didn't want to interrupt anything important. Whether he got Barret or voicemail, Red would speak into the PHS and surprise several passerby notably in the process.
"Hello Barret, this is Nanaki. I finally managed to get your number into this PHS...I must learn how to use this 'speed dial' feature which seems so highly praised. I was in the area, and found a few good places for setting up devices for gathering replenishable energy, so I figured I would come here to Edge and talk about them to you. I also have a few ideas for reusing the existing Mako-based infrastructure. I know where Tifa's place is, but I don't want to just wander in and frighten her customers. I look forward to seeing you all again though."
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on May 14, 2011 10:16:26 GMT -5
As the cloak melted away from the rising form before her, Tifa’s eyes grew in volume at the sight of the raven haired man from her past. Stealing her breath, her pulse accelerated once more as her mind attempted to grasp the concept of the sudden turn of events. Even though she could see him.. Physically touch him, something inside told her this wasn’t real… it couldn’t be!…could it?
“..Zah..”, she choked out part of the familiar man’s name but her mouth refused to complete the simple syllable word. As the bottle was emptied, the vile came down with two heavily clasped hands against the bar’s surface waking her from her dazed revere. Jumping suddenly, Tifa took a measured step back, her warm complexion drained leaving her paled and quite confused.
…he told me you died…Cloud told me in horrific detail of the events that happened that day. There…is no way this could possibly be happening…could it?
But she touched him…she felt him. Tifa knew good and well he was flesh and bone. Not only that, he stood before her, strong as ever. Leaning into the bar, giving her that look…a look she could only assume was the same reason a certain honey brown haired woman fell for…
…oh holy planet, Aerith! Could this mean!?
The sudden realization of what this very well may mean, Tifa adjusted her footing as she felt compelled to press further. Renewed awareness, her dark eyes brimmed over with curiosity, Tifa began to word the one question she so desperately wanted the answer to but was abruptly interrupted as another form graced the presence of the room. Turning, Tifa looked to her left at the larger dark skinned gunman made himself known. Everyone’s attention was now on him. ===============================
A/N - wow... short post. Eh, I wasn't in the mood to be creative for some reason today. Hope it didn't show much >>
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Post by barret on May 15, 2011 2:22:54 GMT -5
Barret would look around the room, as he brushed the broken glass off of his vest. He obviously didn't realize the reason they stared at him for. "What? WHAT?!" He'd ask, loudly. "There sumthin on my shirt again? Man... hate when that happens.." He'd say calmly.
It was obvious that something happened, but right as he opened his mouth... his PHS range. The four legged bundle of fur had managed to call him.
"Speed dial? Man, you got it wrong, use your damn voice command. I know you got our numbers in there, I added em, myself."
He'd listen some more, about reusing Mako reactors, he'd even cringe at the word Mako. "A'ight, you come over, I'll tell her. After all, she's acting like she seen some damn ghost, doubt you'd phase her." Barret would snap the PHS shut, and pocket it, next to a yellow Materia.
"Yo, Red's on his way here. Got it? Tifa?" He said, oblivious to what Tifa was going through. The morning seemed to be quite the busy spectral.
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Post by Genesis Rhapsodos on May 15, 2011 11:12:25 GMT -5
Throughout the conversation occurring at the bar the red leather clad warrior remained calmly in his seat with his teal eyes peering from the strands of his copper hair hung over his forehead. It was only a matter of time before Zack was greeted by other members of AVALANCHE, Cloud in particular. Aeris too. That would be an interesting set up, he imagined. While he was not personally familiar with any of them bar a few he had researched the group extensively with the aid of the Deepground, his organisation. A slim smile grew over his lips as he trailed his gaze towards the group; they were certainly an amusing collection. His gloved hand dipped into his pocket to bring forth a wad of gil to be set upon the table, followed by a swift and silent movement that would seem no more than a gentle breeze. The bar door hung open with a flow of red slipping through the exit.
Genesis calmly strode down the street with his hands in his pockets. While he wished to also meet the infamous Red XIII it seemed Zack was quicker to recover than he expected. It was not time for the dark haired hero to realise the truth behind his re-existence yet. Or so Genesis would have him believe in time. There was one last man he wished to come across in due time that he had yet to locate, his old mentor and man he wished to surpass. The Hero of Shinra himself. “Where are you…? Sephiroth.” He mumbled to himself as a smile touched his lips once again. During that time trapped below he dreamt about many things, pondered over what he committed and achieved by his hands; was he in the wrong? What could have been different? Whatever the case may be he lived and now those that died live once more. Chess pieces on someone’s board, himself included. That is what he wished to come to the bottom of. His mind continued to process the cryptic thoughts. Destruction was coming and it would be he that would stop it. Even he had redemption to complete.
Eventually the copper haired swordsman reached the edge of Midgar, his red bike sitting patiently for him. After one last glance of the city behind him he mounted his vehicle and sped off into the wild desert of Midgar, a pair of red shades protecting his eyes and his long red coat flowing gracefully in the pressure of the wind against his speed. With Zack once again alongside those that he can call friends it put him back into the picture. Everything was going just as planned.
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Post by Red XIII on May 15, 2011 12:30:43 GMT -5
Nanaki blinked when Barret swore, though he quickly realized that was Barret being Barret, not Barret being angry with him. The creature picked up and closed the PHS with some effort before he plodded toward the Seventh Heaven. Before entering the structure, he picked up an interesting scent. Someone smelled heavily of Jenova and Lifestream...no, two people who smelled separately of them. Neither was a smell he recognized, so it certainly wasn't Cloud. He reared up and peeked into a window, seeing that there wasn't a fight inside...but he still raised his guard and sniffed the ground again as he went inside.
Nanaki didn't say hello as he entered, stiffing around...he sniffed Zack briefly, noting the Buster Sword and the black hair...was this that Zack person that Tifa and Cloud spoke of in the past? How could that be? Nanaki quickly went back to sniffing around, tail wagging a bit as he stayed on his guard. He finally found his way to Genesis' table, sniffing heavily around Genesis' seat...he looked ready for a fight, in heavy contrast to how he sounded on the phone.
"That one smells heavily of the Lifestream...but who was the one that smells of Jenova? The smell was so strong I could pick it up outside. Is everyone alright here?"
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Zack Fair
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Post by Zack Fair on May 25, 2011 4:48:06 GMT -5
The mention Jenova sparked Zack's memory, and he remembered back to when he was leaning on the bar. "Genesis." he said, scowling. Turning to the speaker, he was surprised to find it to be a dog. "Wait, talking dog? Sounds like one of Hojo's crazy ideas." he said, before turning back to Tifa. "Listen Tifa, the man in the red coat was Genesis Rhapsodos, and he's definitely a man you want to watch out for. It's been....A long time since I've seen him, but he's probably just as dangerous as he ever was, if not more." With that, he looked out the door. "I don't know why he was here though. Not something I want to contemplate." Before anything else, he turned to the man who had dragged him in. "I take you as a Blacksmith by your appearance. Am I right?" he asked, getting an affirmative nod from the man. "Then..I hereby request that you do a miracle for me, and reforge this blade." he said, his hand reaching to the hilt of the Buster Sword, which had begun to stick up from under his cloak, and, in a showy display of strength, drew the massive blade with one hand and let it rest horizontally across both arms for the man to take from him. The man grasped the sword with both hands, barely able to lift it himself, and looked at the blade. Informing Zack that he could do it, but that it would take time, he asked what he'd be given for it. "This job will be tough, and you won't find many better blacksmiths around." the man had said.
"I offer you my service. I'll do whatever you need until you feel the debt has been sufficiently repaid." he said, slapping a fist to his heart as a promise. The deal sealed, the man rested the blade on his strong shoulders to free up a hand to shake with Zack. Leaving to his shop with the blade and his wife, he left Zack with the rest of them, and he turned to face Tifa.
"So what's been going on while I've been dead?"
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Post by Denzel on May 25, 2011 10:20:44 GMT -5
((This is Yuffie. Sorry about the wait.))
Denzel scratched his head and rolled over, facing his tormentor but still heavy in sleep as she approached. His dirty blonde hair was messier than usual, having been squished against a pillow all night. He never seemed too fond of brushing it either, even when it looked like it did at present.
His eyelids twitched; in his dreams, he always saw a man---one he presumed long ago to be Cloud, but upon waking only a familiar feeling was left resonating within him. He always recalled himself and the man laughing, and talking, and he felt safe, a feeling he'd began to doubt was within him. And just as soon as he recognized the foreign feeling, there was a loud noise, and suddenly things began to crawl from the ground... As many times as he'd had the dream, he thought he'd get used to it, but seeing the creatures--- all covered in caked dirt and reaching for him--- was something that made horror rise within him each time. When he was younger, he would call out in his sleep at about this part. Now, he just tossed and turned, and looked a bit disgruntled. But the terror was there, and it always seemed to linger hours after waking up.
He and the man had swords now and were slashing through the decrepit monsters like butter. It was at this point that Denzel always allowed the features of the man to slip away from him, focusing on the fight before him. But something happened this time that had never happened in the dream before. Ever. He slashed through beast after beast, listening to the shouts of the man beside him, following his commands and trying new thrusts as directed, when suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. Icy fear made its way once more into his heart as he was forced around by two scaly hands cutting into his shoulders and making them bleed. The man was gone completely, and not only was he being overwhelmed by the dirt creatures, gripping his ankles, pulling him down, but before him was a mighty dragon-like creature-- it roared, then pulled back into a wicked snarl, "Geeerrrt uuuuup, laaazzzy buuuurrrrttt!!!"
Denzel's eye's shot open and he gasped at the sight of Marlene. Fear glazed his cerulean eyes for at least a moment, before reality finally took hold of him. Quickly, he scrunched his face into a mean look, recognizing his not-so-intimidating dragon.
"What's your problem?"
As he studied his 'sister,' he remembered a time when they were very close. He even remembered telling her about the dream once, and the ensuing adventure they had outside trying to find meaning in the grass, and the clouds in the sky. Why did that seem so far away...? He thought for a moment that he dreamed the memory, as well...
As he thought, his face softened from being angry to just being annoyed. Still, he did not make any move to get up.
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Post by barret on May 25, 2011 13:35:21 GMT -5
Barret would point his metal fist at Zack, with a pissed off expression. "Red ain't no fucking Shinra experiment. He's the guardian of Cosmo Canyon. And a member of our team. You even think of him being part of Hojo's experiments, and I'll personally see to it that you get your ass kicked out of this bar." He said, quite loudly.
"Don't care if ya know Tifa, or are some old college buddy o' hers... I'll fucking do it." He said, as his metal gun-arm slowly shifted into a heavy weapon. His microlaser.
He obviously didn't like this new guy, not one bit.
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Post by Red XIII on May 25, 2011 14:27:11 GMT -5
"It's alright, Barret. I'm rare enough a being to be considered strange, and Hojo DID tattoo me with a number...any SOLDIER who knows enough about Hojo and lacks foreknowledge of my race would inevitably come to that conclusion. Thank you for the defense though, it means a lot to me." Red said to Barret, to calm him down some without understating the friendship understood behind the effort. He then turned to face Zack, regarding him for a moment.
"Or rather, I assume him to be a SOLDIER, given the Mako eyes. Cloud's Buster Sword and knowing Tifa are additional curiosities. Also, if he knows about that man with Jenova Cells, then it is essential we learn what he knows. Tifa...is this who I suspect? Only you and Cloud are still alive to identify him." Red said, looking to Tifa with this question.
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Post by Marlene Wallace on May 27, 2011 18:57:08 GMT -5
A/N - First of all, I wasn’t expecting a two day vacation from this place would put me so far behind everyone else but apparently it’s done that and then some. I would like to apologize if anyone has felt hung up from my absence and I would like to point out if at anytime someone needs my characters to move out of the way of the direct line of the story, AVALANCHE members all have my permission to write Marlene, Tifa and Leah aside. Also, it’s been a very stressful week for me. More so than I would have originally thought. From the cancer scare to fighting it out over the title loan to the house, it’s been quite hectic, but…. It’s life. I’ll deal. Anyways, not in a roleplay mood, but I need to at least give you guys something. Although my heart is not in this right now, I will attempt to do what I can for the sake of the storyline. Apologies for the lengths that I may write tonight.
Sated for the moment, Marlene loosened her grip as she stilled all movement looking back into the surprised teens face. A second ticked past, then another. The looked etched across her roommates face struck a cord deep within her consciousness. It was the same look he wore when he was first dropped off on them. The same fearful waking gaze he masked upon sleepless nights screaming out for people that have long since joined the lifestream. Genuine concern darkened her honey brown orbs as she studied Denzel a moment longer.
Did that mean…? Were the nightmares returning?
Stammering with her words, Marlene’s hesitance to react was soon ended. The snide comment leaving the older child’s lips spat in her general direction unnerved her. As the concerned façade washed away, a much darker complexion settled within the small moon shaped face. Knitting her brows tightly, Marlene squared her slender frame and faced her target head on.
“You heard me, get up!”, for added measure Marlene latched down onto one of the exposed ankles and with a firm yank, she thrusts one of his limp legs off to one side of the bed. Smirking, Marlene clapped both her hands together before pretending to dust off some sort of invisible layer of dirt that had somehow collected on her palms.
Determined now more than ever, the small nine year old girl glowered down at the enemy. Tifa sent her to fetch. So fetching she would do.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on May 27, 2011 20:32:28 GMT -5
[ A/N - Yes I am well aware that this doesn’t match up to the time that some of this was wrote, but I did the best I could with what little bit of an effort I mustered up and put into writing this. It was just too much to try and rebuttal. Again, I apologize. Hopefully this will not be as backed up the next turn that lands on my shoulders to deal with.]
The amplified voice rising in volume from the dark skinned gunman rattled her thoughts as he made his way further into the bar’s occupied structure. Watching him for a moment, she took in the small shards of glass which cascaded to the floorboards striking the surface all around the intimidating figure that loomed high above. There, she studied a small fragment of glass as her thoughts drifted away, the commotion from the others dulled out around her as well.
“Guess who!”….the chipper voice of the dark haired ninja echoed within her muddled thoughts.
“We’re family…right?” came a timid voice from further away as Tifa answered him wordlessly, “Oh course we are Denzel. We are your family now and no one will ever change that”
“Strange girl…” a males voice tore her thoughts away from her adopted son as she attempted to place the face to the voice.
“I’m not fit to help anyone…” Frowning inwardly, Tifa swayed between the two. Uncertainty stinging her sub consciousness, feeding her deeper into the spiraled words spoken to her from her past.
“Why the long face?” the siren voice asked as the vivid picture of crisp emerald eyes danced to a silent tune fastened their intended gaze upon her. Turning her head to one side, Tifa pressed against the ghostly image as the pair of eyes soon fastened to a face she would never forget. “…Aerith?”
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“Yo! Red's on his way here. Got it? Tifa!?”
Yelping, Tifa was suddenly brought into the present from the matter of factly statement made once again from Mr. Wallace. Blinking wide eyed, all she could do in that moment was nod. Her mouth attempted to form words as another noise from her right drew her immediate attention. Zack… the sound of metal unsheathing heightened her senses as she watched wordlessly as the buster sword soon came into view. The very presence of that particular sword sparked an array of emotions from within the bar hostess. And when the weapon exchanged hands, she immediately wanted to object any alterations that the dark haired man had planned. But something stilled her tongue as she kept her emotions in check.
It wasn’t until the warning that a former comrade spoke that truly drew Tifa into the situation at hand. As the cosmos warior voiced his concern, she was suddenly approached once more from the raven haired figure standing opposite from her on the other side of the bars surface.
"Listen Tifa, the man in the red coat was Genesis Rhapsodos, and he's definitely a man you want to watch out for. It's been....A long time since I've seen him, but he's probably just as dangerous as he ever was, if not more."
“You mean…?” Tifa started to question him further about this apparent danger when realization of who the two were unnerved by. Oh yes…, him. The strange figure draped in a thick layer of crimson. Such a strange flamboyance in regards to everyday Midgar fashion, not surprising he had such a flashy name to boot. Shaking her head, she felt the warmth rise in her cheeks as she remembered the exchanging of words. Blinking away the very thoughts of him, Tifa took a step forward leaning her palms against the edge of the bar and focused her attention on Zack. Just as she started to interact, Barret once more stole the moment as he voiced a very stern warning at the ex Soldier.
Quipping her head back at Barret, Tifa was about to give him a bit of a warning of her own, but the sollum tone from the red beast seemed to still some of the anger rising up inside the one armed gunman.
Sighing a bit of relief, Tifa shifted her weight placing one hand to the back of her right hip, her left hand coming up to pinch the stressful point high upon the bridge of her nose. She would have to thank Nanaki in private later on for calming the hotheaded brute that stood a few feet away from her. One, for calming him into reason. Most importantly, for saving him from blowing out the front half of her bar. It wasn’t until she was addressed personally once again, did Tifa drop her hand and focus on the person that sought her attention.
Before she could answer Nanaki fully, Zack too had asked her such a peculiar question. And what a question indeed…. Back from the dead. Geeze,…
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Turning her focus from one to the other, she shook her head once more. “I’d like to have answers for all of you, but fact of the matter is, I have several others that need to be catered to.” with a short turn of her chin, Tifa gestured out to the small gathering of patrons that seemed to have cowered away from them, but still were brave enough to wait out the confrontations for a belly full of ale and a morsel of some of 7th Heaven’s cooking…..
…gah, my kitchen!
Not so much as a dismissal, Tifa spun on her heels and took off to survey the damage first hand. Gods help her, she prayed that something she’d prepared the night before survived the catastrophic wrath otherwise known as Barret Wallace.
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Post by Squall Leonhart on May 30, 2011 19:58:03 GMT -5
(Hey, i just got accepted and i hope its alright if i join in. =3)
Squall took Rinoa and Edona towards the center of the gardens. The next thing he knows, something happens and Edona shoots him off into the past. Damn sorceresses. His girlfriend is one, his sister is one, his greatest enemy was one too. Now here he is, landing on the ground infront of a bar named "7th Heaven".
He rushed in after holstering his gunblade and went to the counter slowly, looking at everyones faces. He saw a small window and a big black man threw the window. Squall felt nervous looking at him, shook off the nervousness and ringed the bell at the bar. He looked around more trying to think about what to say to someone "Hey i'm from a different time and i'm hoping to know how far i am from my time?" yeah, ingenious, then get kicked out for talking like a drunk. He looked for someone and ringed the bell one more time.
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