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Post by rikelusdeverell on Sept 30, 2007 21:56:04 GMT
His deep crimson red eyes, had seen many things in his lifetime; but meeting with her chocolate brown eyes wasn’t one moment that he fancied. It ate him up inside secretly, to watch what happened in Nibleheim on that fateful day. Everything changed that day and we found ourselves waking up in a new world, where our lives didn’t make sense. It’s not our fault, although we feel guilty about it, and about lost friends and those who have passed. I remember seeing those familiar chocolate brown eyes that reminded me of the mountains of Da’Chaco on the outskirts of Wutai, so hollow once upon a time. During those times, she couldn’t hide the hurt, and was lost within her feelings; but, ever since that day she changed and seemed to have a pretty good grip upon things. A black hole of emptiness swept everyone in Nibleheim up that day, I think. We prayed to the goddess of Gaia, that at least she would leave us our courage and strength, for we live in harsh times...no--rather courage and strength because we live in a world that condemns the weak--I believe.
“Once upon a time, when the landscape was very different, I lived in Modelheim, a sector in Midgar before ShinRa expanded it’s empire.” I guess you could say I’ve been through a lot, and when you’ve been through a lot, you have regrets. I’m not the kind of person to hold burdens upon my soul, and let it slowly wither me away. There was something I had made a pact on, along time ago when I got into Soldier. The pact was that we’d never lose sight of ourselves despite the adversity, and obstacles thrown in our directions. It had been many years since I was in this area, so I suppose this was a return home, in a strange sort-of-fashion. When I look back upon my early career in Soldier, we lived in an age of innocence where we simply followed orders. My how our evolution has exceeded company expectations, with everything that I know now, it’s a heavy burden to single-handedly carry on one’s shoulders even if it is just for a pretty penny.
Rikelus’s gloved hand reached forward to the ornate, neo-classical style glass in which he raised up taking a drink of it. The aqueous liquid rolled back and forth, as he lifted the glass to his mouth taking a large sip from the glass. It was beautiful really, true craftsmanship, not every person knew that this style of glassware was crafted by hand before machines perfected glass blowing. Such a truly marvelous thing, the innovation of art, and necessity of design, to create a thick lipped glass that would last several thousand more washes without a single crack or scratch. Rikelus’s crimson eyes glanced up towards Tifa again and he answered before she could ask the question, “Ya’know I heard of this place many years ago from a friend of mine who was a Soldier first class, I didn’t think it actually existed, in Soldier there are often tall tales told with major inconsistencies which you hear from day to day..” Rikelus Deverell played the part of the sly visual objector and sentimentalist to break the ice between the bartendress and he before he began fishing. Fishing for information that is…
“Are you familiar with this area, outside of Midgar? I had a few questions I was going to ask. One of them that has been puzzling me, was the recent monster activity. I know it’s out of place for me to be asking; but, after you defeated Sephiroth, the monsters seemingly wandered around Midgar aimlessly until as of recent. They’ve been gathering, and hunting in packs making their way towards the outskirts of Edge which is an uncommon migration characteristic for an animal which solely hunts based upon basic needs and instinct. They now seem driven in some sort of fashion towards this city by something or someone…” Rikelus had posed an awfully long, and strange statement to the bartendress, so he followed up his question with a comment to further earn her trust, “Anything you know can help, were both vying for the same goals so essentially were on the same side.”
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Post by admin on Oct 3, 2007 3:26:39 GMT
Modelheim? Tifa repeated to herself out of curiousity, uncertain if she had even encountered that name in the past. But once he mentioned it was now a sector before ShinRa had total domination over Midgar, it began to make sense - she recalled Jessie, a former female recruit and friend in Avalanche telling her the numbered sections of Midgar had names of their own once. Long ago. I didn't think anyone in town remembered those names, she thought to herself. But then again, she only lived in Midgar for a small number of years. Tifa listened intently to this man's tale. He seemed well informed. No doubt, he knew exactly where he was and whom exactly he was speaking to. Though he never refered to her by her name, he already knew she was among those who defeated Sephiroth, so there was no denying his reasons for being here, and it wasn't perchance he happen to find his way in just for a drink. She picked up a previously washed mug and wiped it with a dry cloth, and asked in a tone as if none of this really concerned her. [glow=blue,2,300]"Anything I know could help?"[/glow]
It wasn't reassurance she needed. Though they were (in his words) on the same side she had very little reason to side with him. Not only is there a lack of trust, but this stranger appears out of all days when things hardly made any sense. Not to mention the painstakingly obvious fact he was a Soldier; a mere pawn of ShinRa Inc. As far as she was concerned, they can't be trusted yet. Although in a heartbeat, she felt she would've confided in him about her little secret -- that night in Nibelheim; the enigmatic stranger. And the creatures he created all because of her. Would that have helped? Would her story have anything to do with the current situation involving the monsters he spoke of? Perhaps. Perhaps not - she still decided to keep her distance.
[glow=blue,2,300]"And what makes you think I'd know something about all this?"[/glow]
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Post by rikelusdeverell on Oct 3, 2007 8:16:40 GMT
Rikelus Deverell leaned forward lifting up a black ink pen writing down a phrase in a rather eloquent style of hand writing, it was his PHS number, name, title and division. A slender black index finger guided the paper across the slick, clear coated oak counter-top. “I know a lot of things, Ms. Lockheart, it’s in my job description or so you could say. I know it’s a pity you gave up playing the piano to practice martial arts when you were young. You would’ve made a fine piano player, maybe even played at the theatre in Midgar, for the annual loveless play.” Rikelus commented, knowing that only a few people knew that fact, and Zangan was one of them, obviously he either had connections with Zangan, or Cloud. If it were Cloud, she could probably figure out that he wouldn’t be speaking with her at the present moment, so he let this game of cat and mouse continue, although he didn’t seemed stressed one bit if might hit a nerve with something he’d say.
His strange red eyes flickered a shade of emerald green for a moment as he glanced towards the dreary brickwork which composed the south wall of the tavern. Seventh Heaven was unique, it didn’t harbor nor post any of those tacky neon advertisements like the other bars around Edge. Conflicting and rather distraught memories ran through his mind all at once followed swiftly by a thousand different thoughts, most of them displeasing. Memories of Nibleheim that day…Pausing again to fight them save for a moments doubt, he lifted the glass up to his mouth swallowing what was left of the contents before he refilled it, with the bottle sitting alone on the bartop. The Room itself had a rather unique shape, tables surrounded by chairs were placed in no particular order around the large, square shaped room probably to encourage the mixture of people to mingle with one another.
The air was still rather heavy with the smell of a hundred different people with a hundred different lives who had visited the bar earlier. Rikelus eyed the two full ash trays sitting a couple of feet from his bottle, by the looks of it Seventh Heaven still pulled in it’s fair share of money. Rikelus couldn’t help but seem to glance towards the large collection of bottles over the mirror sitting directly in front of him. He seeming studied, it and deduced she could make almost every drink possible with all the combinations within this tavern. She was quite astute at decorating as well, seeing as how rare liquors from other continents were bight bottles adorned with gaudily colored labels. Other bottles which he suspected were more expensive sat back away from the attention with green tinged glass and faded browning paper wrapped around their ample necks.
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Post by fuyuki on Oct 11, 2007 23:39:46 GMT
A figure entered Seventh heaven seeing Tifa Lockheart. A man walked infront of her trying to grab her. A loud thud was then heard a few seconds later. He had tooken a swing at her and she managed to evade and trip him. She'd look at him. "O sorry I am so sorry." She'd state as the figure walked over to Tifa. Her face was blood red as if soemoen had painted it with blood. "Tiiiifaaa Looockkkheeart." Came out all spaced apart. She had controled the breath it was her face.
"I am from Wutai. When i heard of the greatest martial artist known to most of mankind known as Tifa. I build a raft and ran away from home." She'd state clearly. "I sailed in a raft from wutaii to here." She'd state softly her eyes adverted. Her gloves pulled snuggly on her hands. A couple scratchs and cuts marred her body showing she was a fighter. "I am Fuyuki." She'd state getting introductions out of the way
"SO I was wondering if I could possible be your apprentice or maybe a part of avalanche." She'd ask her eyes avertedly shyly hoping to hide her age. "I am if needed ready to prove myself if needed."
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Post by knight on Oct 11, 2007 23:53:38 GMT
Knight walked in from the noisy streets. He was still slightly paranoid, and hated having to be close to all those people. He saw three people talking inside a bar called "Seventh Heaven", one of who's face seemed to be covered in blood. As Knight walked in, he decided to sit at a nearby booth and wait to see what happened, then possibly get a drink afterwards. As he sat down at a booth near the three people, he heard the younger girl say something about the older one being "the greatest martial artist of all time", then ask to be her apprentice. He sat back and listened to see where the conversation would lead off to.
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Post by alastar on Oct 12, 2007 2:27:47 GMT
Ah, this conversation's getting lively, Alastar would not know what to do about it! Instead of butting in, though, she keep herself out of sight and maybe out of place as she just listened to these tales and stories from far beyond, no matter how many times she have heard and known about them. It's something she's keen at; learning things in her own, little way, but nobody knows for sure how far does she knows it, and maybe even more than she should have.
Maybe , just maybe....
"Excuse me," Alastar ringed out towards the newcomers with her clear tone of her. "I believe I cannot help but overhearing such tales and stories, but please, do tell us more." She said in a calm and soothing-like manner.
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Post by OWEED™ on Oct 12, 2007 6:38:31 GMT
Genesis sat, concield on the top of the Seventh Heaven Bar listening quietly to the conversations below, but particularly to the one including the fruits of his many labors...
[glow=red,2,300]"so, the effects of the...experiment are beginning to draw attention"[/glow] He quietly mused...
When he heard the older man's voice speak of the Loveless performance in Midgar Genesis immediately focused his attention on the voice... this one...he thought, trying to place the fimilar voice...
after a moment he sat up slowly...then, it hit him...
Genesis sprang bolt upright with the realization...[glow=red,2,300]"Rikelus Deverell"[/glow] he hissed in sudden anger...[glow=red,2,300]"soo Angiel...even in death you continue to dissapoint me...Rikelus was supposed to be taken care of long ago...this complicates things..."[/glow] Genesis lay down flat on the roof and listened with extream concentration to the continuing conversation with renewed intrest...
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Post by rikelusdeverell on Oct 13, 2007 20:28:16 GMT
“Loveless, the play, begins with three men searching for answers to a profound mystery ..However war tears them apart from each other. One becomes a Hero, One a Wanderer and the other a Prisoner. Even throughout these trials their hearts were bound together by a promise that they would one day solve the mystery together. The Prisoner manages to escape, but he is mortally wounded, however, he escapes death. The one who helped him was a woman from an enemy nation. Hiding his true identity, he lives a secluded life with the woman. It seemed that this happy life would continue forever. But the happier he was the more he was tormented by the promise to his friends.
The war intensified, and the world hurdled toward destruction, the Prisoner abandoned his happy life with his lover and decided to get off on a journey in the hope that the profound mystery would be solved and that he would attain the 'Gift from the Goddess' that would lead to Paradise
and to fulfill his promise to his friends.
No matter if tomorrow holds no promises, I swear I'll return to the place in which you stand the Wanderer told his lover that day before he left.”
Rikelus paused for a minute before continuing, “I don’t know what happens after that, it seems that all the copies are lost, and I just had pages from a book that went missing from the ShinRa library.”
“Perhaps some tales are left buried beneath the murky waters that sank them.” Rikelus Deverell replied to Alastar shooting that amicable smile of his before reaching into his jacket pocket and whipping out a card with his name on it, along with the ShinRa logo embossed in it’s brilliant crimson red magnificence. He slide the card across the bar top which had his PHS number printed at the bottom of it, “Thank you for your hospitality, the drink was very good by the way. Either way, you should go check out the play sometime." Indeed they lived in a tomorrow without any promises; but, hopefully they would call him eventually, either way he had to catch up to Maji, and Mana. Rikelus was done finishing now, he didn’t catch anything this time; but maybe he could reel in some information out of Tifa Lockheart later. The Azure haired soldier first class took his leave from Seventh Heaven knowing that he had caught the brunette bardtenderess’s full attention without any doubt in his mind.
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Post by fuyuki on Oct 13, 2007 21:06:10 GMT
Her anger was building now. O it was one to be ignored by one person but she wasn't even being ackonowledgd. "You know I maybe short but I am not invisible." She'd state kindly. Adjusting her outfit every so slightly suddenly a loud clang was heard as her shuriken came down folded up it was like a huge rose petal that was seperated pressing on it gently it'd open placing it gently on her back. She felt a rush of calm and security. She'd smirk looking at Tifa getting closer to her. She'd pull back her hand slammingh er one finger into Tifa's arm but not roughly. Just enough to get her attention to the tiny woman below
"Tifa Lockheart." She'd state smiling. She'd reach down to her leg pulling out a piece of paper writing down something. It wasn't normal paper but when she finished writing she'd move it towards Tifa's face suddenly it'd spark up burning infront of her. She' focus then slamming her hands down rapidly the flames then went out. "Okay do i have your attention. Wow. Your a lot bigger in person. Our village leader said that you were a midget to some."
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Post by alastar on Oct 13, 2007 21:54:08 GMT
"I see...." She said with a nod in which she agreed. Some stories are left to be ignored, but for Alastar, this is not the case for she, too, is like a story ready to unfold, she just doesn't want to get unfolded by others, that's all.
Noticing another female, she remained passive once more as she watched the female talking to Tifa with her dull, red orbs in a observing manner. The place's getting crowdy lately and she's feeling a litte more or less left out and forlone in this place.
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Post by admin on Oct 14, 2007 4:46:48 GMT
This was the second time today right here in this bar someone had offered Tifa their phone number, although she had the distinct feeling this would had absolutely nothing to do with dinner unlike what Squall had so kindly proposed earliar. She eyed the small piece of parchment with a look of discontent - her trust in him was still questionable, if not limited to a certain extent. Taking the card, and reading it quickly before stuffing it into her left pocket, she gave a soft scoff, highly doubting she would ever have to call him... this, Rikelus Deverell. But then why did she keep it?
Without saying a word, she was ultimately glad the stranger took his leave. Tifa's thoughts drifted away with her, although she looked as though to be cleaning the counter, putting away all clean utensils and other kitchenware. So much was on her mind at the moment. Was Cloud okay? Was he in trouble again? What's all this monster crap he's on about? Who was he? Should I have told him? Turning her back from her customers, she leaned against the counter. Closing her eyes, she placed her right hand over her forehead, middle finger and thumb over her temple as if relieving herself from a headache. She noticed a couple more customers had entered the bar, thanks to the slight chime she installed over the door. Apparently one of the customers, a young girl by the sound of it, was addressing to her. To be honest, ignored everything that was going on in the room. That is, until...
[glow=blue,2,300]"Midget?!"[/glow] Tifa turned around finally taking a good look at the girl. She appeared quite short, and small for her age; probably a little older than Denzel or Marlene or any of the children they usually befriended. The weapon she held no doubt confirmed she was from Wutai, as it reminded Tifa of her old friend, Yuffie Kisaragi and wondered if the two actually knew each other, or if they were of relations of sorts - the resemblence was remarkable. Her face was red as if painted with blood, and just stared back at the girl with a quizicacl look. She was uncertain if she should by puzzled as to why her face was painted that way, or the fact that the girl had actually asked Tifa to take her on as her protógé. The 'greatest martial artist known to most of mankind' was, quite plainly, a bit of a stretch; pure exagguation. [glow=blue,2,300]"I... uh... I-I'm flattered. But..."[/glow]
Tifa kept shaking her head, a soft smile of disbelief just creeping through the corner of her mouth. Apprentice? The thought of it all was somehow exciting. She gave a slight scoff again, bringing her back to reality.
[glow=blue,2,300]"I'm just a bartender now."[/glow]
Upon saying this, Tifa wondered to herself where the her old self went. Normally, she guess she would've accepted taking her on as her apprentice in an instant. But now, since she hadn't been her usual self recently... perhaps it was all because of looking out the window, thinking too much. Or was it because... her usual pluck and buster were gone because Cloud was gone?
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Post by OWEED™ on Oct 14, 2007 8:20:00 GMT
“Loveless, the play, begins with three men searching for answers to a profound mystery ..However war tears them apart from each other. One becomes a Hero, One a Wanderer and the other a Prisoner. Even throughout these trials their hearts were bound together by a promise that they would one day solve the mystery together. The Prisoner manages to escape, but he is mortally wounded, however, he escapes death. The one who helped him was a woman from an enemy nation. Hiding his true identity, he lives a secluded life with the woman. It seemed that this happy life would continue forever. But the happier he was the more he was tormented by the promise to his friends.
The war intensified, and the world hurdled toward destruction, the Prisoner abandoned his happy life with his lover and decided to get off on a journey in the hope that the profound mystery would be solved and that he would attain the 'Gift from the Goddess' that would lead to Paradise
and to fulfill his promise to his friends.
No matter if tomorrow holds no promises, I swear I'll return to the place in which you stand the Wanderer told his lover that day before he left.”
Rikelus paused for a minute before continuing, “I don’t know what happens after that, it seems that all the copies are lost, and I just had pages from a book that went missing from the ShinRa library.”
“Perhaps some tales are left buried beneath the murky waters that sank them.” Rikelus Deverell replied to Alastar shooting that amicable smile of his before reaching into his jacket pocket and whipping out a card with his name on it, along with the ShinRa logo embossed in it’s brilliant crimson red magnificence. He slide the card across the bar top which had his PHS number printed at the bottom of it, “Thank you for your hospitality, the drink was very good by the way. Either way, you should go check out the play sometime." [glow=red,2,300] "Loveless..."[/glow] Genesis closed his eyes for a moment Ahhh Angiel...you always were the lone warrior...the wanderer... he thought to himself... And i was always a prisioner of this world...but Sephiroth... [glow=red,2,300] "hmph...some hero"[/glow] He muttered... Genesis jarred himself of his reverrie and listened to Rikelus prattle on about Loveless...when he heard him mention that the rest was missing , genesis began to silently laugh to himself...[glow=red,2,300] "well of course its missing,"[/glow] he muttered between luaghs, [glow=red,2,300] " its right here, "[/glow] he said as he patted the book in his jacket... Just then Genesis noticed Rikelus Leaving the bar... [glow=red,2,300] "Ahhh so at last,...he's on the move"[/glow] Silently, Genesis began to follow Rikelus, darting from rooftop to rooftop... |
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Post by fuyuki on Oct 14, 2007 11:09:29 GMT
She'd stare at Tifa. "Your not a bartender... You were an idol." She'd state as she sat down on the corner of the bar. "A goddess who wasn't afraid to soil her hands in the tides of battle. The final member who was ready to fight. Have you heard any knews on Wutai. I haven't been home in lets see over a year. She'd state as she smiled the piece of papers she had being pulled out this one ignited as soon as it met air this one just looked cool to her. It was shining pure blue with hearts that flew out an ninja art of illusion. She had been trained to also do wall running and a couple other neat skills.
She'd then place her hands on the bar counter just gently polvolting herself over in and instant she was beside Tifa standing there cutely. "Well I can work here right? Since well you've got no one around to help plus. I want to meet Cloud. Yuffie used to talk about him. She said he was a really good swordsman and that you liked him but you were always in denile. It was so sweet. I actually wrote a poem for you to give to him. I like to write so yeah it gavem e something to do." She'd flick one of the compartments on her shuriken something feel out it was a letter. She'd hand it to Tifa to read. SHe flickde the others they were all locked.
A rose by anyname is sweet. One that I'd like to greet. Our bodies entangle in a flurry of steps. A ones that we will never forget. Dancing among the stars. Letting our love flow to mars.Our hearts rushing like the rushing of cars. My love for you Cloud shines as bright as the stars." She'd stand handing it to Tifa adjusting the rose in her hair a petal out of place. "By the way I don't know if its true but I do have a limit break. When i was in danger when i arrived byt he chocobo farm. I started to glow and this aura flew up around me to defend me or something but then when I touched my shuriken this one petal made an unlocking sound and then the cartage opened and i saw this piece of paper fall out and when i touchedi t my weapon had 3 petals break off and come alive and they sliced that creature into tiny tidbits of life. Also don't ask how I got from the chocobofarm to here. It wasn't as easy as it sounded. It involved going up towards a mark place then through and then to shinra's hq and then i had to walk around to get to a merchine and ask them where this was. All to see you." She'd state as she stood there.
She'd sway her body ever so slightly grinning. She'd walk up a wall standing above Tifa for a few moments before she let her grip go falling down her arms coiling around Tifa's waist. "So please. Think if you could fight again or taught me to. I could go with Cloud and help him where ever he is. You shouldn't let the one you love go away on dangers alone. Even if he is strong. It is not always the strongest person who wins but the strongest willed." She'd speak as she looked at Tifa with a pair of puppy dog eyes.
She'd countine her onslaught of words. "Tifa you were never a bartender. You were the one who stood by Cloud' side through the impossible." She'd state as she looked at her. "Are you gonna let that fade away and become weak and then be a burden to everyone?" She'd ask inquisitly. "Are you gonna just stand there and let people think Tifa a fallen warrior. I am ashamed to call you a idol of my heart anymore. The fact that you've given up going after Cloud. Is saying you've given up on love and thati s a melody we all must play for the planet to be happy." She'd look at the woman with eyes that seemed to peirce through someones heart. "Now are you gonan stand up and fight for what you believe in Or just stand here doing nothing. The bar may close but you can always reopen it. It may burn down but you can always build it back up. You could always die tommorow but atleast you could SAY YOU FOUGHT!!! and died HONORABLLY." She'd yell so loud that the whole bar could hear. "So what do you say. Are you ready to go find Cloud or the rest of Avalanche."
"So are you even sure you can fight me?" She'd state as she cracked her knuckles. "If you are man enough come outside five minutes and bring your fist and fighting spirit." She'd state as she grabbed the edge of the bar pressing off of it her body spiraling throguh the air like a ribbion she'd walk towards the exit turning around smiling innocently. "Don't worry I won't hold back she'd grin cutely once more. "So Tifa accept my challenge or not. Lets still see if I can call you the iron-fisted goddess" She'd state as the door then flung open as her figure walked out she'd sit on the ground stretching herself out holding her legs and arms in ackwards postions ready for a beating or to deliver one to knock reality back into a chick."
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Post by admin on Oct 15, 2007 7:16:40 GMT
Tifa's face went scarlet as Fuyuki began reading an excerpt from her poem she wrote about her and Cloud. Did the whole world know? It wasn't denial. It was... just... difficult. The way things are now... before she knew it, Fuyuki stopped reading. A small sigh of relief escaped her lips; for once she was glad Cloud had left earliar - Tifa felt she would've died if he had had heard. But then wondered if anyone else in the bar had listened as she recited the poem. It was rather cute though, the way Fuyuki described dicovering her first Limit Break. Memories flashed before Tifa's eyes as she discovered her first Limit Break... she was no older than Fuyuki herself... She smirked, recalling Father scolding her for damaging half her room. Such passion, this girl had. What happened to me?As the subject turned to Avalanche, Tifa remained silent. Those days... were over, weren't they? Now it was just Marlene and Denzel who needed to be looked after. And who else would watch after them? Cloud was (not surprisingly) away God knows where. Barret was out looking for an alternate energy source to Mako. Would it actually kill her if she could call up one of the Avalanche team and ask if they could babysit so she could go into a scallywag adventure on her own? Life wasn't like that anymore. Hearing Fuyuki talk more about Cloud just burned and echoed over and over in the back of Tifa's mind... "The fact that you've given up going after Cloud is saying you've given up on love and that is a melody we all must play for the planet to be happy" [glow=blue,2,300]"I never gave up. I never gave up on Cloud, not once."[/glow] She said. Such dignity in her voice. She wanted to continue on; to vent on that it was Cloud who was the one who had given up, but it was something personal and meant for him and him alone. [glow=blue,2,300]"I don't go after Cloud because I trust him to deal with his issues on his own... if he needed my help, I'd know ask for it..." [/glow] Deep down, her heart felt like it were to scream out of complete denial - Cloud wouldn't admit it... bitting her lower lip, the subject turned once more to how she worshipped Tifa, and how she was ashamed to call her an idol. That was still a little and awkward for her to hear and come to realize. Although being one of the Jenova War heroes... you had to expect this sort of thing. Tifa didn't. [glow=blue,2,300]"Fine then..."[/glow] Opening up a drawer to get her leather fighting gloves, Tifa followed the little girl outside. She was interested to see what Fuyuki was capable of. Besides, the (in Fuyuki's words) "iron-fisted goddess" wasn't gone yet, and a fight always proved more interesting than getting dinner ready. [glow=blue,2,300]"Beat me, I'll teach you everything I know and I'll take you in as my apprentice. If I beat you... well... we'll see..."[/glow] she smirked. It seemed unfair for someone to take on a fight with a girl nearly a decade younger than you, but she asked for it. (ooc - I suggest we create a seperate thread, to avoid confusion. What do you say, Fuyuki?) |
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Post by alastar on Oct 18, 2007 8:02:41 GMT
Well, it seems things are settled without her needing anyway as she stood up from her place, and decided to come back later when things are quite settled down. She left a piece of paper somewhere where the female can see, written on it is her phone number (she was currently staying at a apartment not far from here) and her address, telling her that she have some 'things' to do and would come back in time for dinner.
"I guess this is my cue..."
Hiding her face with her hood, she walked out and dissappeared like a gust of wind, as if she wasn't even there in the first place, though she is bound to come back later.
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