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Post by belzee on Aug 28, 2007 0:50:45 GMT
The man turned his head to the side in an attempt to look at Onyveth in the corner of his eye while he ran. The reason why he did this was because of what she just said, ‘What feeling? That feeling when you’re helping someone out and you know you’re doing good? Or the one when you feel inclined to just tag along with me?’ He didn’t say anything during that moment. He was unable to contend with what she was saying.
While he was analyzing their surroundings, he heard the sound of something like fish appearing for one moment above the water’s surface and diving after a couple of seconds. When he turned his head he saw her pick out from a puddle of mud a baton-the weapon she used during their battle. But one baton was missing.
He turned away and began to search for the other pair. He again thought back at what she had said awhile ago. “What is she talking about?” he muttered under his breath. Unfortunately, it was the wrong point in time to do that though because he ended up hitting his head on a tree right in front of him, while his head was facing the ground. The impact made the tree shake and cause an object to fall on his head. He scratched his head with his left hand as he stared up towards the tree branches above him. After a moment, he turned his torso and looked behind his foot. There lying on the grass was Onyveth’s other pair of Rattan Sticks (Boton).
He picked it up and began to look around to see where she was. Before he spotted her though, he found a brown pouch lying on top of a metal piece. He picked it up and felt its weight-it was heavy for one thing-and the objects in it felt round. Could it be? He untwined the small ropes and took a look. It was money after all.
He then approached Onyveth. “Here,” sighed the man after extending his right arm towards her with the baton in his loose grip. “Oh and here’s some change,” he continued in a lax voice as he threw the pouch of coins towards her. He thought of keeping the money, it was just what he needed, but then there was Onyveth. “Use it to find a proper place to rest in, or use it for food or whatever. There should be enough to cover all your basic needs.”
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Post by onyveth on Sept 1, 2007 15:03:35 GMT
Onyveth continued to play around with her single baton as if she was fighting against an invisible foe. A part of her silently wished those bandits returned - she felt so vigorous at the moment she wanted to relive the whole battle experience all over again. But deep down, she knew she wasn't physically capable. 'Dream on, Ony' she thought to herself as she sheathed her weapon at last, smirking. She turned around to find the man had found the other pair. She took it just before catching the small bag he offered her. Judging by the weight and the gentle clinking noise it seemed to be money inside. And a handsome amount or so she thought. Normally Onyveth would have protested, throwing the bag back at him claiming she didn't need any charity. But she didn't; she did the total opposite.
[glow=purple,2,300]"I just realized I never said thank you, for everything."[/glow] she murmured but audible enough for him to hear, her gaze still focused at the pouch of money at hand. She swallowed the small lump forming inside her throat as if she had run out of words to say - all she intended to say was a simple thanks and nothing more, but instead a full sentence had escaped her lips. She still felt a little bad not having to know his name nor as to what to refer to him as. A smile formed at the corner of her mouth as she turned her gaze at him. [glow=purple,2,300]"Thanks... friend."[/glow]
After sheathing the once lost weapon and pocketing the money, she looked on at the destoryed reactor. [glow=purple,2,300]"I'm heading back to the ruins. There's just something I need to see."[/glow] she trailed off as she headed towards her destination. She wondered if the man would continue to follow, although she doubted he would stay in the village long - the locals don't seem very... friendly, she thought, struggling to find the more appropriate word for their malevolent attackers.
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Post by belzee on Sept 2, 2007 23:07:52 GMT
The man watched as Onyveth trailed off. A moment before, she had thanked him and called him a friend. He was listening intently to what she was murmuring. He was shocked at first. Friend-it meant someone who was regarded, cared for and trusted by another. He had learned this from his companions during his travels. Yes he was like a just-born-child. He was taught that the word friend meant more than the word ally, a relation of greater value, which only a few deserved to be called as so he was told.
His dim yellow-red eyes rested for a moment. If he were to hang around with her any longer, there was a definite possibility that he might have ended up getting her into more trouble. So, perhaps it best for him to take his leave. In addition, what she was seeking was none of his business. However, he was unable to rid himself of the overwhelming feeling that had urged him to assist her. To make matters worse she just called him a friend. He didn’t know how strongly she felt about the term, but to him it was something much serious. He then opened his eyes and stood silent for a few more seconds. He knew the risks of being friends with someone that he hardly knew, but what he had seen from her had left something unexplainable, something that made him think it was alright to call her a friend as well.
How was he supposed to approach this case he wondered. Suddenly he ran to her side without a moment to spare. He held a complicated expression while his eyes starred off at the distance. He didn’t say anything like, ‘I will stay by your side a little longer,’ or ‘May I go with you.’ He simply stayed quiet as he followed just beside her.
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Post by onyveth on Sept 4, 2007 23:19:08 GMT
Onyveth traced the end of her sheathed weapon with her thumb as she continued to head over to the ruins. Upon hearing footsteps quickly crunching the gravel on the ground below, she looked over her shoulder at the man now walking beside her; she smiled again at him, appreciating the company. Being the social type Onyveth was, she would've normally started up a conversation - just an actual, normal conversation; Where do you live? What are your interests? Where'd you learn to fight like that? Do you have family? Just your every day typical chat from your every day typical teenager. All that held her back was the fact he stated he didn't know himself, so she found it practically useless to even mention anything. But what she really found disturbing was the fact Mako actually ran through his veins. Clearly he was no ordinary individual, so she decided to keep her distance for now.
After reaching the ruined reactor, she noticed the underground passageway was blocked yet again with even more rubble due to her little stunt of bringing down the reactor. There seemed to be no way of getting back down there, but it didn't matter since there wasn't any need to return. True, there were a myriad of useful provisions. But with the money her friend had given her, aged bottles of potions and elixirs were unimportant. She wiped away the grime ingrained on the metallic surface with her hand, revealing a worn out ShinRa logo only recognizable by the distinguishing red and white marks it bore.
[glow=purple,2,300]"You've done a real shitty job..."[/glow] she whispered inaudibly to herself, looking on the symbol that meant nothing but anger and hate for her.
[glow=purple,2,300]"Do you know ShinRa?"[/glow] she asked without looking at him, finally finding something she could ask him about. It was a completely random question but was curious to hear his response all the same.
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Post by belzee on Sept 9, 2007 23:23:50 GMT
When they came to a stop, the man stared straight at the blockage in front of the mako ruins. If Onyveth wanted, he could have opened the blocked path for her, however, before he was able to speak, she suddenly approached a metallic object and spoke saying, 'Do you know ShinRa?' Her tone of voice suddenly changed. He was interested to know why.
He looked away from his starring point and approached Onyveth. He looked over her shoulder and saw the symbol from before. This symbol belongs to ShinRa? he thought to himself. The first question that came to mind was who was this ShinRa? The second was why it sounded so familiar. He then brought his gaze towards Onyveth. Something was wrong about her. The calm feeling he felt from her was replaced by anger, perhaps even sadness.
He returned his gaze towards the symbol. The only thing he was able to think of that would make her like this was that. What was he suppose to say at a time like this he thought. If he were to ask if she was okay before answering her question, that might have been a bad idea-her question seemed more significant than her current state of mind. He slowly shook his head and said, “I don’t know this ShinRa that you speak of, but…” he paused before continuing. “When you first brought me here and I saw this symbol, I suddenly saw images in my mind... maybe from my past.”
He motioned his eyes towards her, wondering what her reaction would be to this.
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Post by onyveth on Sept 13, 2007 9:53:40 GMT
Onyveth's blank stare was fixed on the ShinRa logo as if waiting in vain for it to just do something. It was all their fault she thought constantly to herself, reffering to ShinRa as if they were the cause of all the world's faults. It was nothing more than a grudge she had to bear with for the last seven years. This burning hatred. It was amazing even to herself how she managed to stay in such a calm, tranquil state of mind when it felt as though her soul was about to scream out of resentment just for gazing at the symbol. She then averted her gaze suspiciously at the man when he mentioned that symbol was probably somehow connected to his oblivious past. She didn't say anything at first. She just thought about it, and then uttered, shrugging:
[glow=purple,2,300]"...Maybe... it is. The ShinRa's done a lot of freaky things recently... I mean... not that you're... I didn't mean..." [/glow] She bit her lower lip out of embarrasment. So much for thinking ahread... she hated to admit he was freaky, although it was partially true. Onyveth scratched the back of her head and leaned back against the metallic slate. Her cerulean-blue eyes scanned over the magnificant horizon with a look on her face that said: what the hell am I doing? She exhaled deeply before looking at him again, this time a little more confident in her words.
[glow=purple,2,300]"Listen - never trust anything they say. They'll promise you something, and they'll give you something else in return. Their trust isn't worth anything."[/glow]
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Post by belzee on Sept 22, 2007 6:49:02 GMT
The stranger slowly brought his head up and stared up into the sky. When he was experiencing flashbacks after looking at that ShinRa symbol, he had seen test tubes, men in armor, and what appeared to be a large underground complex. The stranger probably knew what Onyveth was talking about semi-first hand. Perhaps I am… a freak, he thought to himself, An experiment? he remembered seeing an explosion, and a large azure-haired man that had similarities characteristics to him.
He then brought his head down and moved his eyes towards the symbol once again. Suddenly he felt the front of his forehead pounding. He placed his left palm over the pulsing spot and closed his dim eyes. Ignoring the pain, he said to Onyveth with a firm tone, “I imagine that they are the cause of all these ruins. It even reeks with the scent of mako.”
The stranger did know why, but suddenly he blurted out, “I’m sorry for all this.” It was as thought he was guilty for doing all this. He positioned his left hand to his side as the pounding lessened. He opened his eyes and looked at Onyveth. “I may be related to this ShinRa. When I first looked at it during our escape from the enemy, images rushed through my mind.” He took a moment to gather what he had seen. “I saw test tubes, people in blue armor suits, a vast complex, and… someone that looked like me.”
He chuckled. “I am a freak,” he admitted. It was only reasonable, due to the fact that he’s abnormally strong and powerful, flowing with mako, and has no clear understanding of who he is.
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Post by onyveth on Oct 1, 2007 5:01:48 GMT
When her no-named friend began apologizing for no apparent reason, Onyveth's gaze was drawn to a rock lying on the ground. Though she seemed to look at it as if it were the most interesting object in the whole scenery, her focus dwelled on her own thoughts.
It happened years ago. It doesn't matter. The ShinRa were the cause for all the destruction. Those bastards...
She couldn't voice them out. How unlike her. What made her avert her gaze from the boring rock was when he gave a silent laugh. He actually expressed something other than sincerity, morbidness. He actually laughed. A small smile crept its way through the corner of her lip - she couldn't help but give a small chuckle too. As though a little laughter were infectious. She couldn't help but wonder. There was just something in what he said that troubled her. Test tubes? Blue armored suits? Sounded like ShinRa's doing alright, and his suspicion of being related to the one organization she despised so much sent chills down her spine. Any connection with the once great coperation that basically ruled the world couldn't be a good thing. Did she even want to help him recall his past now?
[glow=purple,2,300]"Well... if you were connected to them, you would no doubt be a Soldier. That would make sense, I guess... maybe you've got family in there. A brother... father even? How else would there be anyone who'd look like you. There's only one you, right?"[/glow] she said, just thinking out loud, scratching the back of her head once more. She then gave a slight yawn, hooking both her thumbs into her pockets. [glow=purple,2,300]"Don't take my word for it, though. I don't know any better than you do."[/glow]
Feeling she had nothing left to offer, she got out of her leaning position and kicked the small rock she had her eye on for some time. There was nothing left of the the reactor, so there was no reason to stay. Perhaps there was something more interesting in the village. Or at least, what was left of it.
[glow=purple,2,300]"Ya comin' or what?"[/glow]
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Post by belzee on Oct 4, 2007 21:30:31 GMT
Feelings had somewhat taken over the stranger, like static moving through his body and causing his chest to feel heavy. His eyes stared onto the ground while his mind was focused on what was happening to him as of right now. What he felt was a mixture of sadness and guilt but he was unaware of that. Suddenly a throbbing pain on his chest formed. He felt empty, hollow, and cold inside.There was this sense that if he continued to follow Onyveth, this feeling would become worse.
He slowly brought his head up and finally replied to her with a faltering “Oh.” His legs began to move forward. A part of his mind told him not to go, but the other part seemed to overpower that part of his mind. “I’m sorry,” he said in a spaced out tone once he came to a halt a few inches away from her. He was saying sorry due to his unawareness, and possibly because of those mixed feelings that seemed to burden him.
His dim eyes looked over her in curiosity, as if he was trying to push these burdening feelings away. He forcefully nodded his head. It was to late now to turn back. Something was going to happen he was just sure of it. He was already beginning to hear faint voices… the voices of the dead in his mind, and around Onyveth.
He had remembered that she ended up killing one of their oppositions. Based on his observation. she hadn't done it before. It was no wonder he wasn't hearing voices around her till now.
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Post by onyveth on Oct 11, 2007 6:00:47 GMT
As Onyveth continued to walk away, she looked over her shoulder upon hearing a faint "I'm sorry" escape the lips the azure-haired man. Very apologetic, isn't he? she thought as she slowed down her pace to let him catch up with her. It goes without saying she felt a tad bit safer alongside him. It was just his past that concerned her. There was actually a reason he couldn't remember it in the first place, right?
Clutching her right arm, she traced the leather-bandage with her index finger, just fiddling with it - like a little kid curious to see underneath a band-aid, Onyveth slightly peeled the sides of the leather to see the scratches she bore underneath. [glow=purple,2,300]"Back then, down there... you said you had some questions..."[/glow] she jerked her head back towards the reactor, hoping his reply would break the awkward, nerveracking silence. Before she realized it, just up ahead was the small little community so unfortunatly reduced to ruins as well. Memories came flooding back once more. It was strange to even think all this was once called a home. No longer was it the vibrant society she once recalled.
Now to hope the locals here are more friendlier than those bandits...
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Post by belzee on Oct 13, 2007 15:52:18 GMT
The stranger simply followed Onyveth as he kept his eyes straight in front of them. A hesitant expression formed across his face, showing also concern and a mind partially deep in thought. He then brought his gaze towards Onyveth after she had said that he had some questions for her. In all honesty, she had already answered his questions; it was back then when they were looking at that ShinRa logo. Perhaps he was one of those Soldier’s of ShinRa she spoke of. It was easy to tell that Onyveth didn’t like ShinRa, probably because they were the ones that caused all these structures to fall into ruins. Maybe she was more cautious now about him after he had mentioned his visions.
Awhile back she said that maybe he was part of Soldier because his family was in it, thus making it sound like he had no other choice. It was like she was trying to avoid the thought of the worst scenario-having become a Soldier with his own free will. What if that was the reality. Probably it was best that he didn’t remember. Some truths are best left not realized-speaking in a way, this was an old saying. Some truths are best left not realized… he thought, however, I am to drawn to the truth, to close to it, he continued to think. The thing is, the truth can kill.
He replied in a sure manner, “You’ve already answered my questions Onyveth.” Suddenly his eyes quickly motioned towards what was up ahead. The voices in his mind was echoing strongly. Instead of telling Onyveth about this, or clutching the side of his head because of the pulsating pain, he continued to follow her-seeing what interest she had in this place and to his enthusiasm, why was it attracting him like a magnet.
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Post by onyveth on Oct 17, 2007 5:46:48 GMT
[glow=purple,2,300]"Anything ring a bell, No-name?"[/glow] she asked, No-name being her temporary nickname for him until either of them found something decent for a name. Onyveth began running ahead towards the small village for a better view. Nothing was as she remembered it anymore. Just hints and fragments of something she could vaugely recall of a home she once loved even in the smallest measurement of time.
There was a small graveyard nearby which seemed relatively new to her, though not very surprising given the town's little history. She leaned against the fence, her chin pressing against the back of her hand. She recited the names that were engraved in stone silently... some were familiar to her. The rest drew in a complete blank.
[glow=purple,2,300]"I should be lying down there, y'know?"[/glow] she blurted out, just for the sake of confiding in someone. Anyone. She scanned the whole area to see if her foster parents were among those who fell victim to the casualty; the one thing she dreaded since her arrival here.
Nothing. None of them were down there... Did they leave town just to search for her? Had she run away in the first place, would they be down there? Maybe. Perhaps. She looked at her blue-haired comrade with a quizical look, wondering what sort of answers did he gain from her. She still couldn't understand it... what help could she be? Without a reason to linger by the grave site, Onyveth carried on. She passed by familiar houses that seemed to have survived the explosion. Some of the residents pressed their faces against the window to take a gander at the new travelers. She passed by a familiar looking house and stood out by it's gate for just a minute. No-one seemed to be inside - no-one came to the windows. No-one tended to the dying flowers that hung by the sill. Out of curiousity she approached the house and gave a slight rap at the door... whether there would be an answer or not, she couldn't care less. She just needed to know if there was a familiar face left in town...
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Post by belzee on Oct 20, 2007 20:35:37 GMT
Before the stranger called as no-name was able to answer Onyveth, he saw her run towards the village ahead of them. She seemed eager to have seen this place, what made it so special to her. No-name caught up to her and brought his gaze towards what she was looking at. He slowly approached the fence and stood to her left. There lying just before them was an engraved stone. For that moment he didn’t say anything, instead he simply observed what was going on.
As he began to make sense of all this, she suddenly told him that she should have been lying there. ‘Is this a graveyard…?’ he thought to himself. This thought quickly led him to realize that this village was once her home. The voices in his head started to become stronger, this sent a shiver down his spine, and it felt as thought his body was becoming cold. He brought his gaze towards Onyveth and watched as she stood and motioned towards the houses. He followed right beside her as they passed the inhabitants of the village.
His vision shook and blurred all of a sudden while he analyzed their surroundings. He was beginning to see faces of skeletons instead of flesh, while everything else was becoming blinding bright. Instead of burdening Onyveth with this, he followed her silently towards a house. He didn’t want to scare her or end up being avoided.
The house that was standing before them had a decoration of dying flowers. The exterior was old, the windows were dusty, and the inside seemed pitch black and empty. This house, if it were to be described with one word, it would be dead. The sound of knocking on the door seemed to have stopped his ghostly visions and push away the sounds of beckoning in his mind. “This was your home wasn’t it,” he said in a confident yet serious manner.
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Post by onyveth on Oct 29, 2007 5:10:57 GMT
Onyveth knocked on the door once more waiting in vain for an answer she wasn't even certain sure she'd recieve. She took a quick look through the dust-stained windows -- no-one seemed to live here anymore. She should've realized it. It's been five years... she looked over her shoulder upon hearing No-Name's inquiry... yeah, sorta, she would've stated. But that didn't seem to be the right answer.
[glow=purple,2,300]"I just lived here, that's all"[/glow] she said turning around in defeat, kicking the door lightly with the back of her heel out of annoyance. Maybe they moved away she thought. Looking on at the distance back at the small graveyard once more, she knew they weren't there. And if they weren't here either, then the most reasonable explanation would be that they left... she shook her head slightly at the thought. Why am I so concerned about family now of all times? Onyveth just leaned casually against the door, biting her lower lip pondering what her next move should be... she was never one to even think of such things. She then looked around, to the azure-haired man, to her surroundings, uncertain of her next move. Coming here was probably a mistake.
[glow=purple,2,300]"Now what?"[/glow]
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Post by belzee on Oct 29, 2007 10:59:01 GMT
No-name watched as Onyveth knocked on the door and looked through the dust-accumulating windows. She then replied to his statement, telling him that she just lived here awhile back. She lived in this house, nothing more, that was the feedback that no-name was receiving. When she said by the end of her sentence, “That’s all,” those words seemed strong from his perspective. Perhaps it was a misinterpretation, to think that she felt strongly about the statement he had brought up. He simply shook his mind from the thought.
He then watched as Onyveth suddenly kicked the door and leaned against it. She seemed to be deep in thought and somewhat irritated. Was she thinking about what to do next? Where the people that use to live in this house now reside? No-name didn’t know, but these thoughts came to mind. He simply placed his hands in his pockets and turned slightly with his eyes facing the path that they had followed.
He was able to see the ruins, large cliffs, and the surrounding layer of trees. It was then his senses picked up on the presence of someone nearby. He directed his eyes towards a corner of the house and there he spotted an elderly woman starring at them. Her fingers were lying against the edge of the corner while she looked over with one eye. Only a small portion of her face was revealed, but that was enough to tell that she was an elderly.
No-name called out towards the stranger but as he did she left his sight. Without any hesitation he started to run towards the corner of the house where he had seen the elderly woman.
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