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Post by ryohisagi on Apr 24, 2008 22:34:06 GMT
Ryo stopped. hm wel. I feel like myself, not tired. But I don't want to head by yself and kill monsters. It's more fun iwth friends he thought. Hey. Tifa hyouden? Want to fight some monsters for some time. I'm kind of bored and i'm ready to go at any time. How about it?
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Post by admin on Apr 26, 2008 4:50:56 GMT
(Ooc- sorry for the delay... I fell sick with a nasty cold but I should be back from now on.
And Barret, please do a more detailed post; at least 3 or 5 sentences - one-liners are not permitted)
Tifa kneeled low to tend to the girl's wounds. Though the cuts were only superficial, they bled frantically. But not to the point it was life threatening. 'Who in the world would do such a thing? Attack a little girl... could she fight? Was she trained in combat in any way? That would explain the amount of materias' Tifa thought inwardly... if someone were to give Marlene or Denzel the same treatment this girl had been shown, Tifa knew she would've been mad as Hell...
A strange aura surrounded the girl. Like a strange winde swirled around her... petals swepted around causing the wounds to fade and disappear. Tifa had noticed one of the petals swooped around and had accidententally healed the younger boy's leg. Tifa stared only in silence... she hadn't suspected this young girl was capable of performing such an advanced level of healing powers... in fact, Tifa hadn't seen a strong healing spell for a long time.
Not since... Aerith...
But that wasn't the strange moment Tifa had fell silent. It as because she called her Mommy. Mommy? she thought hoarsely, every thought just breaking down and unraveling before her, never expecting this moment.
Barret's voice brought her back to reality and broke her chain of thought. The brunette hadn't noticed him there at all... how long had he been there? Did he overhear? She glanced at the dark man with a welcoming yet awkward sort of look...
[glow=blue,2,300]"Welcome back, Barret..."[/glow] Tifa murmured weakly, still a little vauge with the day she was having. Had Cloud been here, she was almost certain now would've been his cue to burst out laughing with the new name she had been called...
She shook her head at the young man's invitation to go fight some monsters. For the reasons: she didn't like to fight anything 'just for the sport of it'. And two, she wasn't feeling up for it today... there were hardly any monsters in the city... well... at least she hoped there wasn't any...
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Post by hyouden on Apr 26, 2008 16:03:13 GMT
'Mommy, Is that big man your friend?"
She'd asked as she was obviously set on calling Tifa her mommy.
"Hey Mommy can we spar like we used to. I got alot stronger."
She'd stated as she just gently bolted forward her figure was infront of Barrett in less then a full minute weaving around his figure by shifting weight to the balls of her feet rotating around him. Such agility and balance for a child smirking. She'd then brushed Barrett with her tail to see if he'd yell as she leaft outside standing there smiling. Sitting there she began tightening the laces on her gear.
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Post by lucius on Apr 26, 2008 19:36:31 GMT
Beyond the commotion inside, a man Stood in front of the Seventh Heaven bar with what appeared to be a tense yet clueless expression on his face. His mouth lied open as he stared at the name of the bar with eyes that seemed to have been stressed to the point where it looked as though it was unable to actually express excitement. “Ah,” he suddenly said out of the blue. “So this is that Strife thing-a-mo service,” he confirmed bluntly before entering. Either his brain was missing, or he didn’t possess a brain at all.
“Anybody alive?!” he said with greater volume while sustaining a lax tone. The first thing that caught his glimmering purple eye was a brute of a man, and a petite girl weaving around him. He then looked around to see if anyone else was here. Two more individuals were spotted, a male with black and red hair, and a woman with long hair and a hint of masculinity behind her erect carriage. “Ito…” he ended up saying as he scratched the back of his head with his right hand. “Who exactly am I suppose to speak to?” he mumbled. As he took a step forward with his hand still scratching his head, the edge of the door slammed onto his forehead. “Aa-re, a-re, a-re,” he said as he ended up staggering to the side with his head in what appeared to be pain. Such a scene would have been found as humorous yet weird.
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Post by ryohisagi on Apr 27, 2008 1:17:59 GMT
Ryo look to see a blonde hair guy step into the bar. Hm who is he. Maybe a shinra member. Ryo was bored as he really needed a fight and a challenge. Ryo thought. He looked to see that the blonde hair girl left the bar. Well I might as well ask. Hey you with the blonde hair. Are you a shinra member? and if you are want to spar? I love to see the power of a shinra member.
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Post by admin on Apr 28, 2008 7:23:09 GMT
Tifa surpressed a laughter as she tilted her head at the awkward sight of the little girl motioning around her friend. It wasn't unusual for little Marlene to do the same thing with her father... it's just she hadn't seen any other child cower in fear in the shadows of the huge mountain of a man that is Barret. [glow=blue,2,300]"Yes. He's a good friend of mine..."[/glow]
She bit the insides of her lower lip... how was she to explain so delicately that Tifa wasn't this girl's mother? She didn't even know her name nor to where she had come from... or where her real family were? Delusional might've been a harsh term she had for this young girl... but Tifa didn't know what else to call it.
Furthermore, she had no interest in sparring at the moment. As much as she would've liked to, there were too many obligations to maintain as the bar began filling up.
A tall blonde man entered the bar and for a moment Tifa had nearly mistaken the man for Cloud. Mainly due to the fact that upon his entrance the door slammed against his face - a distant memory of Cloud came to mind as he too accidentally hit his head against the swinging door. She cringed but smirked inwardly at the sight.
Tifa returned to the task she was doing before all the commotion - cleaning up an occupied table. She collected the dirty dishes and the half-filled/half-empty beer bottle, and returned to the back of the bar.
'Does everyone who enter always wanna fight?' she thought briskly to herself.
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Post by lucius on Apr 28, 2008 23:53:28 GMT
The individual paused for a second before he brought his sight onto the male figure with red and black hair. “Fish? No thank you, my stomach’s disgusted by the same constant taste now, sorry,” he said politely with the expression of what appeared to be pain slowly fading away. Not only did he seem simple minded, but also deaf. He slowly looked around once more before proceeding towards the male that spoke to him.
“Actually, I’m here to pick up three packages. My friends called me saying that they called the…” he paused before continuing, “the Strife Delivery Service I think it was, and he said that they were unable to do so because they were closed.” He placed his hands into his pockets with his arms erect and his weight jolted onto his heels. “So I’ve been forced to pick it up,” he said with a sigh.
There was another pause and halt in movement. He brought his left hand out of his pocket and snapped his fingers with a firm, “Ah.” The index finger had shot upwards with the sudden change in the strength of his voice. It was then pointed indirectly towards the male figure in a way that appeared as though the individual was too lazy to lift it. “Are you by chance the owner of this bar?”
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Post by ryohisagi on Apr 29, 2008 21:46:41 GMT
Heh no. But that would be nice. Ryo said. The owner of this bar I believe is Cloud. I'm just a helper here. I help deliver when I feel like it. Ryo tohught. He wanted to be part of avalnche too bored for shinra. Heh. What is it that you want anway Ryo asked.
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Post by lucius on May 1, 2008 21:35:23 GMT
"Ito..." the man said with a side glance. His hand was brought back, only to return with a hardsheet list from his back pocket. "Well," he preceeded, "I'm suppose to pick up a package for Ami Windlings in Kalm, Evenths H'veane from Junon, and het eopple from Mideel. I would presume the boss has the list of people that ordered, including their packages." The man looked around saying, "So if you're not the boss then..." his free hand pointed towards the big guy that was previously standing like a statue as a little girl weaved around him before leaving the pub. "Is he the boss?"
Through his fatigued expression there was a hint of childish happiness. It was also reflected by his lax yet suddenly hyper tone of voice, and wide grin. He looked back towards the male figure with black and red hair. "At any point, if you do know who the boss is, could you please introduce me?" he said with a tilt of his head and clap of his hands. "Oh, but if you can hand me the packages yourself, that would most appreciated, but as long as you know what you're doing." He formed a frown, presumingly at the thought of getting the wrong packages. "I'll get scolded for sure."
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Post by admin on May 2, 2008 19:14:07 GMT
[glow=blue,2,300]"Barret, need a drink?"[/glow] she called out, inviting her friend for a quick alcholic beverage of some sort. As she took out a pair of bottles of their usual tipple, she half-listened to the conversation taking place beween the boy and the blonde-haired man. The thought of Barret and Cloud owning Seventh Heaven was fairly amusing in Tifa's mind -- would the bar survive twenty-four hours without her, but instead put into the care of those two instead? Maybe some things, Tifa thought to herself as she grinned inwardly, were better better left unanswered. But she just couldn't listen anymore and had to intrude. Giving a slightly forceful cough as if to make her presence known, she spoke in an 'as-a-matter-of-fact' tone, highly emphasizing the first word clearly. [glow=blue,2,300]"I own this bar, actually."[/glow]
Expecting some witty 'oops! I didn't see you there!' sort of reply, she quickly added, [glow=blue,2,300]"But, I'll take a look if your packages are here."[/glow]
Without a second thought Tifa left to Cloud's office room. Though it wasn't really among her obligations -- fetching packages, delivering it to its rightful owner... it somehow behooved her to do what she did. Ever since Cloud left, she was left with the resposibility of taking in his clients calls, make sure all the paperwork were neatly filed up and whatnot. But... this wasn't a tedious job... handing over a package that was supposedly waiting here, right? she thought naïvely. How hard could this be?
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Post by lucius on May 7, 2008 0:02:59 GMT
The strange blond man brought his hands to his side as he swayed back and staggered in the same direction. He slowly tilted his head back with the jaw still dropped. His action was a response to the cough of a woman from behind him. The female was quickly recognized as the woman with the erect carriage and long hair. She was with the male who the blond figure was recently speaking to.
Suddenly, as she spoke, his eyes drifted onto the glass-framed picture. The woman was in the picture. She was in what he would probably have described as chocobo farmer clothing. The photo stood what was presumed to be two ShiRa soldiers. tense eyes widened as he looked closely onto the man in the right of the photo. "Sephiroth?" he mumbled.
By the time he brought his gaze towards the woman, she had left from his line of vision. He wanted to ask her a question about the photo, but because she left, he began to have seconds thoughts about the question. In a loose motion, his torso swung forward with his hands shoved into his pockets. "Ito..." he said in a dumbfounded manner, "What did she say?"
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