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Post by Denzel on Jun 7, 2011 11:38:59 GMT -5
((Sorry it's so short. I couldn't really think of a lot of action for this post.))
Denzel swiped his ankle on the edge of the bed a few times, either scratching an itch, or wiping off Marlene's germs. He'd let her wonder about that one.
He stared at the girl, his expression a cross between annoyance and amusement.
"And what if I don't?"
What would she do? What could she do? He was taller, and stronger than her. It wasn't like she could tickle him--he stopped being succeptable to that years ago. She was too small to drag him out of bed, though he didn't put it past her to try... What else? She couldn't breathe fire on him.
Denzel almost chuckled at his own thought-joke. But he couldn't . He couldn't let Marlene think that she'd breached his security wall. Still, slowly, the heavy feeling of the dream was lifting, and with it was his annoyance. No, he couldn't let her win... He thought really hard for a moment, trying to summon the feeling of facing a fierce dragon back to him, but it would not come.
His expression was already lost with his thoughts, however, and instead of looking angry, he simply looked contemplative. Still, he did not move.
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Post by Zack Fair on Jun 10, 2011 9:35:34 GMT -5
Turning back to face Red, Zack looked at him curiously. "So Hojo tried to study you? Old man was going out of line. He never could stay in the bounds of safe science. Always trying to make something deadly and dangerous. I know enough from my career as a soldier that being in Hojo's presence alone is disturbing. But a captive? You must have gone through a lot."
The man got off the chair and moved to kneel down, putting himself closer to Red's level. His head was only a bit over the guardian's. "If you're asking her if I'm Zack Fair, yeah, yeah I am." he said, smiling at Red. "Nice to meet you, but now you've got the advantage. What's your name?"
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Post by Red XIII on Jun 10, 2011 11:14:00 GMT -5
"My name is Nanaki, though many call me 'Red' because of my Shinra designation of 'Red XIII'...and if you are alive again, then something strange is happening...and I will have to go back to the City of the Ancients."
Nanaki looked back to the others... "Which of us has the Lunar Harp? Is it still Cloud? I believe we need to investigate Aeris' burial site...perhaps ensure that Holy is secure in the process."
The gears in Nanaki's head were turning...for all he knew, Aeris could have woken up alone in the City of the Ancients, and who knew if this odd awakening was limited to their allies...
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Post by barret on Jun 11, 2011 9:04:02 GMT -5
Barret shrugged, and took a seat. "As long as ya'll are chatting, I'm just gonna sit here. But if any of you people even try ta touch me... You'll be finding out how strong I am." He grumbled, audibly.
"Tifa, you know I'm good for any damages!" He said abruptly. Knowing she was gonna get even with him eventually.
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Post by Squall Leonhart on Jun 11, 2011 23:39:25 GMT -5
Squall saw the big black man through the window and just sat down and waited for someone to find him. his entire mind was racing. "what year is it? where am i? what happened to the others?" he looked around for any kind of answers to find none. he merely sighed and pulled up a menu to look at as he waited for someone. He was still very confused on what happened and read the menu still. he kept himself quiet and composed but felt like bursting like a bomb on the inside. "was this foreseen? was this on purpose? why now? why here?" he kept asking questions that he knew he would never get the answers to.
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Post by Marlene Wallace on Jun 16, 2011 17:33:17 GMT -5
((haha, always fun to be a brat every once in a while )) She stood silently glowering back at the nappy bed headed individual. His quirky comeback did little more than ignite her desire to win their standoff. Even though she could visually see his mask was slipping, she remained stagnant in her deposition. Did he honestly just write her off so quickly? Hmph… so be it. Not the first time Denzel was so sure of himself but was quickly cut down to size by a simple act on her part. But this time, it was different. This time, she would bring out the hidden ace from under her sleeve. ….that’s right This time, she’s not holding back Turning one side of her smirk into a half crooked grin, Marlene’s gaze lightened a few shades as she loosened her stance at the foot of the teen’s bed. A short laugh bubbled somewhere within her as her jaw softened. Before another exchange could be delivered, she spun on her heels and stormed out into the hallway leading down to the business area of their makeshift home. Coiling her slender fingers into tightly knit fists, Marlene sucked in as much air as her lung capacity could hold before belting out in sudden alarm, “TIFA!! DENZEL WON’T GET UP!!!” As the final word left her persist lips, she glared back at the open doorway daring the opposing figure to remain seated. Sure, she might not be able to make him move, but Tifa…well, that was a whole new ballgame.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jun 26, 2011 20:44:49 GMT -5
[ A/N- Where do I start? Hmm... well I wanted to write a LOT more but the way I've had to work my internet now, it's in a bedroom that's not where i sleep so I had to cut this off because he's got to work tomorrow and needs me to shut everything down. I'll pick up when I can but this is still a lot to read anyways. Maybe it's a good thing that I break my posts up ]
Just as soon as she dismissed herself from the present conversation, Tifa focused her attention towards her work environment. Turning towards the junction that separated the eatery and the corridor leading to the stairwell to the second floor, Tifa stopped dead in her tracks as her dark gaze took in what use to resemble a well prepped, neatly fixated industrialized kitchen. What she bared witnessed to within that moment was nothing at all like what she’d ever imagine it’d be. The floor itself laid in ruins under several layers of broken bits of prep utensils as well as what looked like flour, shattered eggs, and…something Tifa couldn’t even lay claim of what it was. Carefully securing her hands on either side of the doorway, she dared to lean in a tad further to check on the more immediate threat, the stove. Sure enough, it was left on. All burners had been turned to their highest settings. A stray pan that held some sort of unidentified substance was left half way wedged between the back coils as she turned her eyes up towards the ceiling taking notice of the billowing funnel of smoke. Tracing the body of the funnel back down to the source, Tifa gasped suddenly and without thinking ahead, she set forth in attempts to remove her ruined stew from the stifling heat.
She barely made it two steps in till she felt her body shift unwillingly, her hold to remain standing quickly spiraled out of control. As her left foot slid backwards, Tifa right took a sharp turn into a section of cabinets. Her first impulsive movement was to latch onto something…anything that might postpone the inevitable contact of her body to the floor. In a flash, both arms lashed out, her right hand coming down hard against the edge of the counter top as the adjacent bridge broke into the soft texture of her wrist. Her left painfully grazed the outer cauldron of the boiling mixture she had intended on saving but instead, turned out to be her downfall. Crying aloud, Tifa’s body for a moment was in free fall. Within that critical moment of time, she braced herself for impact. Sure enough, the floor was not as forgiving as she’d hoped. Just as soon as her body made contact, her breath was quickly lost. Dazed and quite confused, Tifa slowly uncoiled her tense muscles as she laid flat on her back staring up at the florescent light fixture that seemed to glower down at her position in the floor. Blinking, she managed to suck in a sharp gust of air before releasing the pent breath in an uneven wisp. Slowly, she started to stir taking into account that her hair and back was now saturated in whatever substance it was that coated the floor. Cursing to herself, she sat upright and tilting both her palms upwards, she surveyed the damage she’d managed collect on her failed attempt to save the 7th Heaven’s daily special.
As she suspected, her left digits were puffed out painfully painted in a dark purplish hue from what she could only assume were second degree burns. And her right wrist as sore as it was to turn and attempt to bend, she wrote off as nothing more than one hellacious paper cut. Looking down at the strange puddle that still seeped into her clothing, Tifa smirked as her mind turned to what exactly she was going to say to her uninvited house guest sitting unawares in the next room over. With a heavy sigh, she knew that if she didn’t start on the initial clean up from the catalytic storm otherwise known as Barret, then it would surely not be done before nightfall. Turning to her right, her movements much slower than before, Tifa began her attempt to stand once more using next to little help from her injured left hand. Although it wasn’t anything impressive, Tifa managed to secure somewhat of a stance against the right edge of counter space. Lunging forward, she managed to throw the bulk of her weight against the top of the cabinets surface as she slid her feet back and forth attempting to slosh away most of the liquefied goo before another attempt at standing is made.
Pulling up to rest on her elbows, Tifa tried to throw back her mangled raven locks as she surveyed the flooring at her feet. Sucking in another wisp of air, Tifa shifted her weight from the counter steadily to both legs which were firmly locked into position. Smiling to herself, she kept her left hand palm up, and lightly coiled but pushing off with her right, she started to take baby steps towards the stove once more. Barely three paces out from her secured location, a shrilled voice from upstairs calling for her immediate response quickly unglued her confident hold to the floors surface once more. Much like before, Tifa tried to plan ahead but this time she wasn’t about to try and hold onto anything. If nothing else, she’d slide herself right out of the kitchen and into the hallway. At least there she knew she wouldn’t be in any intermediate danger or anything. Shifting her weight, Tifa’s knees bent slightly as she gained somewhat control from which angle her form slid towards….much like ice-skating, she was quick to learn. Tucking her elbows in, she balanced her weight enough on two wobbly legs as her form whizzed past the bulk of the kitchens length. Coming up fast to the door less archway, Tifa’s plan to escape soon ended in a crashing blow against the far side of the hallway. Instinctively, both hands came up to shield the blow as her body collided with the steel enforced wall. The initial impact was enough to distract Tifa’s attention from the afflicted skin long enough for her to take a measured step back in attempts to collect her jumbled thoughts once more. But the pain would subside any longer. Finding her voice once more, Tifa cried out in alarm drawing her left arm into her body, she cradled her upturned palm with her right arm as tears started to quickly blur her vision. The skin covering her quivering fingers felt nothing less than a thousand heated needles repeatedly piercing the surface relentlessly. Grinding her teeth together, Tifa tried to remain collected but when she turned to see several eyes from the bar’s patrons looking back at her wide-eyed in alarm, her deep chestnut gaze behind her tapered mangled tresses darkened into a chaotic state.
Narrowing her eyes to the point that they were nearly slits. Tifa stumbled forward a few steps. But she soon found her strength once more as her temper boiled over taking everyone within range with it. She speared anyone that dared look at her directly in the eye till she found the one responsible. Once she held his attention she growled out, “You…”, with a hiss, she spat at Barret in a tone she was sure no one has ever truly witnessed come from her. “Get up…” she stated matter of factly. After several seconds past and it was apparent that Barret wasn’t moving, Tifa’s voice amplified several decimals higher till she screamed “GET UP OFF YOUR ASS NOW AND CLEAN UP THAT MESS OR SO HELP ME!”, with the last words leaving her quivering lips, Tifa’s right arm came up and jolted into a firm slender line, her index finger pointing directly towards the kitchen, her eyes still locked onto Barret.
Once he started to unshelf himself from the barstool he was sitting atop of, Tifa then looked back at everyone else. “WE ARE CLOSED!!!!” she snapped out across at everyone in a venomous tone, “GET OUT!!!”
With that said, Tifa spun herself back around and trusts her footing roughly into the floorboards as she made her way to the mouth of the stairwell. “DENZEL, GET YOUR ASS UP NOW AND TAKE YOUR SISTER OUT TO PLAY!” Turning around, Tifa met the confused gaze of the dark skinned reckoning ball that destroyed her kitchen. Growling deeply within her throat, she dared him to say one thing… just ONE!
“Just go away” she muttered finally, as she turned to the left and with a bit more force than needed, Tifa thrusts the door open leading into the ally that ran parallel with most of the other business’s in Midgar. Just past the threshold, Tifa strode out into the daylight lifting her face to meet the warmth from the rising sun.
[T.B.C. - I still need to add what she's thinking outside before anyone else decides to interact with her. Feel free to converse about her elsewhere. Just asking no confrontations till I have the 2nd bit up. And thanks in advance]
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Post by Red XIII on Jul 7, 2011 11:49:28 GMT -5
Nanaki was quite surprised by the display, only able to blink as the kitchen claimed one of the strongest fighters he'd ever known in an awkward and disturbing way. The agile brawler was no match for the floor which was even more slippery than what he recalled from Northern Crater, and he found himself wishing for a cure Materia to aid her. Unfortunately, he didn't carry such a Materia. Red then blinked at the harshness with which she spoke to her customers, and went to damage control, so they wouldn't leave permanently...the large red cat chose to speak, trying to parse Tifa's outburst in a polite way which they might sympathize with. It was a strange sight, a beast speaking with more composition than the woman immediately before him.
"My apologies, patrons...the kitchen has sustained significant damage, and the proprietor has just been injured. You're welcome to come again, but for the moment, there isn't much alternative but to close...the supplies, cook, and groceries are no longer sufficient to continue business at the moment."
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Post by Zack Fair on Jul 11, 2011 10:38:59 GMT -5
Zack stood as well, raising his arms placatingly. "Yeah, sorry folks. The bar's gonna have to shut down for today, at least. You're free to check back tomorrow to see if it's done cleaning up."
With that, he turned and, vaulting over the bar, careful not to knock anything over, walked to the kitchen doorway, looking inside.
With an impressed whistle at the damage caused by the large man with the prosthetic arm, he quickly tested the floor with his own boots. Finding that his boots, designed for mud and slick surfaces of all sorts, had enough traction that he could stay upright if he made slow steps, he quickly snatched up a nearby broom and began to sweep the mess up. saving the burning pan for later, he did however turn off the stove and oven as he passed by, the smoke column slowly dissipating as the dish cooled during the course of his cleaning, dumping loads into a nearby trash bin as he worked, slowly accumulating more and more. It'd take him some time to actually clean the whole place, but he figured that as long as he took some of the load off of Tifa, it'd be worth it.
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Post by barret on Jul 15, 2011 12:26:36 GMT -5
Barret grumbled unintelligible curses underneath his breath. "Yeah yeah, what they said..." He said, walking back into a kitchen. "What I wouldn't kill to have a shovel attachment..."
The mess he made surprised even him, although having entered the kitchen commited him to cleaning the room. "You, spiky, get out. It's me she wants to clean the damn mess up."
(god i'm out of practice of barret.)
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jul 18, 2011 10:41:46 GMT -5
Tifa stood for a moment in sheer solitude, her body somewhat referencing that of crucifixion, as her dirtied face searched for the warmth she needed. But like most days, the thicket of cloud coverage robbed the estranged individual of the simplest request. Her ash knitted brows furrowed darkly as she dropped her arms back to her sides suddenly defeated, but her attention remained locked on the sky subdued above. Somewhere deeply rooted in her placid thoughts, she knew she wanted to become lost within them drifting quietly in a undisrupted dream. Then again, she knew better than to house such a thought. Logically, Tifa had to make sacrifices, had to be there for so many others… …which left next to no time for herself lately “…pretty selfish”, she murmured softly to herself but the seeded thought to escape took on life of its own as the idea itself manifested into something hidden deep within her consciousness. A moment more, she questioned her judgment. Shaking her head quickly, Tifa turned towards the rear entrance of the bar following the ally that ran parallel with the establishment and started a dwindled pace away from the spot she’d anchored herself to only moments before. The more she attempted to escape the idea, the more she felt alienated within her own skin. This wasn’t at all who she was, not in the least. So why now? Why this sudden change of heart? It wasn’t that she was unhappy living with the kids, no… certainly not. If anything, they were the two staples that kept her from coming undone. Yet, she was clearly disturbed about something. Maybe the consistent presence of danger?…or the fact that it’s been nearly a month since Cloud took a break from work. Just as his name crossed her mind, so did a faint imagery of his face which stopped her suddenly in her tracks. …is it really that selfish of me? I mean honestly… how much more am I going to have to give in order to receive some sort of compensation? No doubt, the next time they met it would be to discuss some sort of plan to save the planet from its demise once more. Tifa scoffed at the notion as unsettling heat rose once more. An overpowering need to punch something took reign as her hands instinctively began to coil, she was quick to be drawn back into the present as the searing pain from her left digits nearly buckled the martial artist where she stood. Nausea soon washed past the monstrous wave of ill begotten heat illuminating her left palm as Tifa managed to shuffle herself over to some discarded cargo taking a seat on the closest overturned crate. She sat for several seconds breathing deeply to subside the urge to vomit whatever contents her stomach held over from dinner the night before. Blinking rapidly, she fought back the springing of tears as she cradled her upturned palm in the bend of her right arm once more using her knees left for ample support. ….it really was ludicrous, she thought. Years of training and fighting some of the strongest components life could throw at her just to be out matched by a slippery tile floor. If only Zangan could see her now. Disheartened, bruised, roughed up and covered in some sort of strange doughy mixture. Boy was she ever a sight for sore eyes. Laughing more so at herself than anything, she took the moment at her own expense to attempt to lighten her spirit some. As her laughter subsided, her thoughts soon turned to the occupants of her bar once more. Groaning suddenly, Tifa’s face scrunched as all the hateful words she spat came crashing back. How in Gaia was she going to explain he actions to everyone in the bar that wouldn’t make her look like a blindly rage driven buffoon? No amount of apology would soon cover her erratic behavior, that she knew for certain. But regardless, an apology would be the place to start. From there, she needed to address the more dominate notion. One she really didn’t understand, the one to finally be set free. A/N : This promised post has been a long time coming. For that I apologize. It's been a hell of a rollercoaster ride and I have this unsettling feeling it's no where near finished. Regardless, I wanted to get something done while I still have a chance. Not sure where I'll be in the next couple of days. Just know that I'm not fully dead, not yet anyways. Better luck next time, eh? Anyways, this was taken from sections. A lot of what I saved is somehow missing. My computer has taken on a life of its own and decides just what it wants to save and what it doesn't. I've attempted to bridge together what I'd originally wrote, but with it setting in word pad for three weeks unattended, well... it's pretty much as good as it's gonna get for now. That, and I guess if you guys wanna attempt to bridge a post to her, I am gonna try and write a reply back that doesn't take me two and half weeks to crank out. If not, I understand if you carry on w/o Lockhart's presence. Also, not even sure if Noah's typist is reading this or not but I'm gonna try and put up Leah's retort later tonight. Don't think I'll do it on my b-day tomorrow, but I might. No promises, don't want to break anymore of them
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Post by Squall Leonhart on Jul 19, 2011 22:53:23 GMT -5
Squall sighed and shook his head at the Black spikey haired news and left, he saw a girl look like Rinoa. He stood there frozen as he remembered everything of his Scorceress. He went to her instantly thinking of what to say. His tongue got dry, his hands began to sweat, he felt himself smiling at the sight of Rinoa. Was it Rinoa, he thought, but he kept telling himself that it wasn't, it couldn't be. He felt himself become depressed at the thought of never seeing her again. He failed her as a Knight. Everystep he took felt like an eternity, millions of questions ran faster and faster into his head as he got closer. "Excuse me miss..." he looked at her, he surpressed the smile instantly and did the best he could to keep his calm face. He cursed the adventure he had that made him change into no longer being the cold man he once was. "do you know what date it is?"
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Post by Red XIII on Aug 10, 2011 15:42:56 GMT -5
Nanaki simply sat to the side, watching the others interact as he pondered the situation. Zack and Tifa had things to work out, Barret had cleaning to do which he couldn't help with, and he didn't know the others aside from Marlene and Denzel. Of course, he wasn't in the mood for having one of the growing kids riding on his back -- not with the revelations which had been made today. Was Aerith alive? Was Sephiroth? Hojo? Had Aerith awoken only to drown where she was laid to rest? The thought of that made shivers go down the firecat's spine. Either way, they had to go to her, to the city of the Ancients.
He had no way of knowing she was in Midgar already.
(OOC: Sorry, couldn't think of anything for Red to do. ^^*)
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Post by Zack Fair on Aug 12, 2011 4:40:50 GMT -5
"Alright. But you really have a job cut out. It really seems like you could use a hand." Zack said, carefully plodding his way to the large man, giving him the cleaning tool he'd been using before proceeding to walk past, patting him on the shoulder as he went.
"Good luck. You'll need it." he said, smiling as he went past, wiping off his boots before leaving the kitchen entirely. Stepping out to the bar, he looked around, spotting only the dog left in the room and a few people still filtering out. Leaning on the bar, he decided to give Tifa a few moments before he went out to see her. Best to let her calm down.
But man, would she need some help. He was just happy he still had some materia left.
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Post by barret on Aug 12, 2011 9:29:56 GMT -5
Barret shrugged as he took the mop from Zack. "Don't touch me, or I'll pound that lesson into your head. Get my point?" He grumbled.
He didn't need any new guy trying to help him out, nor did he need Nanaki's.
After all, breaking something of a friend's isn't the best thing to do. That's why it was the best idea to take care of it himself. In a minute he got back down to work, leaning the mop against the wall, he'd get a large broom and begin sweeping.
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