Final Fantasy VII: Resurrection

Gaige

Gaige

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OOC: First of all, thanks to everyone who joined. There's still canon slots for a lot of people to fill in, and I'm hoping this RP will do fantastically. I'll be controlling Sephiroth, Sapphire Jenova, Zack and Aerith for this first post, and we'll get started!
Without further ado, let the rp begin!

IC: Beneath the dark, cold depths of Shinra Manor lay a burnt and blackened body, twitching feebly. Weak, barely alive, though the strands of mako he had absorbed had regrown some strands of silvery hair on his pale scalp. An unbelievably long sword sat beside the body, and his hand twitched weakly. How he longed to hold it once again.
And he would. His soldier was now flying over Edge, ready to take what he so needed. He could almost taste the sweetness right now.

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A huge, flying something loomed over the large city of Edge. Dusk had settled over the surrounding wastelands, and most lights were off, plunging all into the darkness but the infra-red vision of the sapphire blue butterfly that now dived towards the city, spreading choking, cloying pollen in its wake.

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"It's here."
Dressed in a long pink dress, she had scraped her long, chocolate brown hair into a bun and gripped her staff tightly. The world needed her. The same way it had five years ago, when the Remnants had attacked.

The tall, thickset man looked down at her, his eyes dancing with surprise and adrenaline. "Are you sure?"

"Completely. It's time, Zack. Ready?"

He gripped the sword on his back, grimaced, and nodded. "I'm ready." He moved to stand beside her, and touched her shoulder lightly. The Cetra smiled to herself as she began to turn her staff, eyes tightly shut.

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"Run!" yelled the guards, sending the panicked civilians running into the relative safety of their homes as the immense insect descended. When the final dregs of the civilians entered the houses, the materia was activated, sending a glowing purple dome around the city.

"Shield materia activated!" barked the Captain of the guards. "Prepare the guns and alert the WRO base nearby!"

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"Jenova..." whispered Sepghhiroth, before giving in to a violent, painful coughing fit that almost tore his throat open.
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Aerith nodded at Zack as her eyes open and she rose the staff high into the air.

"Great Gospel!"
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The clouds burst, and rain began to fall as the butterfly crashed against the dome like a moth against a lightbulb, its sapphire wings shimmering; glinting in the light of the moon.
Yet this was not natural rain. Glimmering, white rain, illuminating the wastelands in their glow, they fell upon the butterfly and tore through its jewled wings like acid, as it released a high, keening sound completely inaudible to human ears.

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But not to his. It almost destroyed him, this terrible pain. Like losing his soul, his heart, like the deaths he had twice endured.

It couldn't, wouldn't be!

Using his new power, he twisted the Lifestream in the area to his will, to heal Jenova and stop her terrible screech.
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"He's not going to give up!" cried Aerith, pulling at the flow of white flashing away from her, connected to her staff.
Her feet left solid substance, and she let out a cry as she began to follow the white light towards the far away horizon.

"No!" Zack grabbed her, and felt the force pull at him as they were both lifted into the air, and all went white...
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An immense explosion destroyed the shield materia, yet the butterfly was consumed as well, a flaming carcass dropping to the earth.

On the ground stood a man and a woman, gazing blindly around at their new life.
 
Piercing blue eyes gazed at the remnants of the explosion, watching with rapt fascincation as the ashes tumbled to the earth. Just what had happened? Moments before, Zack Fair had been watching Aerith deep within the Lifestream as she worked her Great Gospel... and now, here he was, staring at the wreckage of that attack. He was pretty certain that the charcoaled corspe of the moth like thing was not entirely of her doing, but there were other things on his mind right now.

At the sudden thought of Aerith, he span on the spot, rich eyes scanning the area for her. Fear gripped his stomach, an explosion of anxiety that he had perhaps become seperated from her crushed his soul. It wasn't until sight alighted upon her that Zack's tension eased slightly. Adjusting the overlarge sword on his back, he strode towards her and tried to put on his typical goofy smile.

"What happened?" He asked, though he knew the girl might be just as clueless about what had happened as he was. Surely this was the living world? But just HOW had they come to be upon it again. "Did you use some odd magic trick?" He peered at her closely as though trying to divine from her eyes just what had occured.

If the truth be told, Zack was just a little scared. Not that he would ever admit that in front of Aerith. After all, he was her knight. He stood before her now, glancing about the area for any signs of danger, hand gripped around the hilt of his Buster Sword. "This is weird..."


(Might take me a little while to get in to character having been away from RP ><)
 
Something was wrong.

He had felt it building over the past several weeks. Every day, he would hear the planet groan. He tried to pass it off as him being some strange combination of reminiscent and paranoid. He missed them, amazingly enough. It surprised him every time the nostalgia took hold, sweeping over him in a bittersweet wave. He still didn't really like the two-leggeds, with their fickle temperaments and rash behaviors and often blatant disrespect for the planet. And yet ... damned if he didn't miss his old friends.

His paranoia stemmed from the fact that the planet never seemed to be able to rest. Like clockwork, every few years something would threaten her, and he would do his best to help ferret out the problem and get rid of it. In between the major events, the planet still needed maintenance. And he took it upon himself to be the planet's caretaker. Thus he lived a mostly solitary existence, traveling the planet, helping out where he could, trying to keep the planet within homeostasis and in balance. Most of the time it was just a simple adjustment here or there. This time, though.... this time was different.

He had returned to Cosmo a few months earlier, needing a break to rest and recuperate. He was paw-weary from the travel and mentally and physically drained. And though he would never admit it, he missed the company of his fellow two-legged villagers.

"Red?"

He was sitting in his favorite spot, near his Grandfather's old observatory. He liked to sit here and watch the sun rise, watch the forest below slowly come to life, hear the villagers slowly begin to go about their daily lives. And, truth be told, he liked to just sit with her and talk about nothing and everything.

"Lost in thought again?" She sat next to him, dangling her feet off the edge of the cliff. Her lack of fear of the dizzying height never ceased to surprise him. Maybe he should re-adjust his opinion of the two-leggeds. He nodded slowly in answer to her question.

She followed his gaze out towards the jungle and the ocean beyond, visible at the edge of the horizon. "As always. Are you sure you're not three times as old as your age, instead of one-third? Because you definitely act more like you're 150 than 20."

Red let out a soft, deep chuckle that almost sounded like a growl, but didn't respond otherwise. After a few moments of silence, his companion became a little concerned. "You're quiet this morning. I mean, more so than usual. What's up?"

Red shook his head slightly and drew a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

"You're leaving again, aren't you?" she asked in a tone that said she already knew the answer.

Red nodded.

"The planet needs more saving? Not enough people recycling?" She expected him to laugh at their inside joke. He always did. Except this time. He just shook his head.

"It's different this time, Cryssa. Normally, the planet will let me know where she needs me by just tugging at my soul. But not this time. She's groaning in pain. From every direction. And it's been getting louder and more insistent these past few days." Red turned to Cryssa and looked her in the eye. "Something is very wrong."

"What is it?"

"That, child, is the frustrating part." Red stood and shook himself. "I have no idea." He looked up to see that Cryssa had stood and had her hands clasped in front of her. Red knew that this meant she was bothered. The girl, only 12, was transparent around him. He had the sense that it was harder on her every time he left. Cryssa's father, the Elder Hargo, was obsessive about his study of the planet, often not leaving the library or observatory for days on end. Her mother had passed away when Cryssa was very young, and Cryssa had sort of adopted Red as an older brother figure.

Seeing her sadness, Red sat down and beckoned her forward with his paw. Cryssa came to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as Red put a forepaw around her middle. "You're going to be gone a lot longer this time, aren't you?"

"Most likely, yes. You'll take care of things around here?" Red felt her nod against his neck. "Make sure your father sees some sunlight. At least once a week." Cryssa stepped back, nodding. Red took one last look at her, then turned and headed toward the path leading down the cliff, away from the observatory and toward the edge of the village.

He swept through the village in the blink of an eye, appearing as little more than a red blur to the few villagers who were up and about on the clear, crisp morning. As he blazed through the village, he realized how good it felt to running with a clear, distinct purpose again. He did, however feel a little bit guilty that he wasn't completely honest with Cryssa. When he told her that he heard the planet's screams coming from every direction, it wasn't totally true. They were coming at him from all sides, but there was one direction where the screams were the loudest. The harshest. The most desperate and insistent. Red prayed with all his might that it was just coincidence. That it wasn't an omen.

It was coming from Nibelheim.
 
The young woman, called Aerith, couldn't figure out what had just happened anymore than the ebony-haired man at her side could. The Cetra rubbed her emerald eyes vigorously. They were slightly burning from the smoke that unfurled from the burnt carcass; her staff lay fallen by her brown-booted feet. Wait...why were her eyes burning? How was that even possible?

Her long, honey-brown hair had fallen out of it's bun and lay in waves over her shoulders and hung down past her thin, curvy waist. Aerith reached down and dusted her pink dress off and realized she was filthy. Dirty...? but how can that be? I thought I was dead...I thought... Her emerald orbs widened at the strange possible realization that washed over her body. The brown-haired girl stared up into Zack's deep, cerulean eyes.

"What happened? Did you use some odd magic trick?"

Aerith grimaced at Zack's words and rubbed the top of her head, running a slender hand down the side of her smooth, warm face in confusion, emerald eyes lightly closed. Wait...warm? She felt...warm and then suddenly cold. She tried to hide her shiver, but it proved to be difficult as the cold washed over her petite form, and she hugged herself.

Something definitely didn't feel right. She didn't feel... The Ancient, shook her head in disbelief at the thoughts currently filling her head, long waves of silken locks flowing, before bending down to retrieve her fallen staff. She gazed back upward at her knight standing at her side, astonishment and puzzlement filling her emerald gaze.

"Honestly, Zack...I don't know. I don't understand this anymore than you do..," Aerith replied, bemused closing her eyes again. They certainly weren't in the Lifestream anymore...were they?

"This is weird..."

The lovely ancient nodded her head in agreement, her thick, black eyeslashes brushing against her upper lids as she opened her eyes once more to gaze at her surroundings. Something clicked into place. She touched Zack's arm gently and looked up at him once more, her eyes ever widening like truly surprised and stunned child would at Christmas time.

"Zack...do you feel more, gosh I really don't know how else to put this, but...alive?" the woman questioned in a soft voice barely above a whisper.
 
"Honestly, Zack... I don't know. I don't understand this anymore than you do..."

He turned to look at her fully then, gazing at her perfect face with its soft mouth and loving eyes which were now closed. Zack remained watching her with his intense gaze as her deep eyes opened again, roaming their surroundings much as he had. The light touch upon his arm felt like a jolt of electricity coarsing through his body, reverberating around his nerves, a pink flush almost rising to his cheeks. It had been... Fair had forgotten to be honest, but years since he had felt Aerith's touch like that.

In the lifestream, sure they had touched, but being dead kind of took away the warmth and true feeling behind it. Now, as her hand laid warming his arm, it was almost as though he were alive again. But surely that couldn't be right... Zack fixed his eyes upon Aerith's as she stared up into his. How sparkling her eyes were, how... alive they seemed to be. Zack shook that thought from his mind. He was imagining things, surely?

"Zack... do you feel more, gosh I really don't know how else to put this, but... alive?"

Her voice was so soft and full of something Zack couldn't quite place his finger on, but her words were so sincere that he could not help but think that what she said was true. He lifted a hand and brushed his fingertips gently against her cheek, revelling in the rush of emotions that washed over him. Her skin was warm, so deliciously warm that he could not hold back the smile that formed on his lips. "You're warm..." he said just as softly as she had spoken, words catching in his throat. "Warm..."

Zack cupped her cheek with both hands. "I'm not sure what is going on Aerith..." his eyes were tender and filled with a myriad of emotions as he leaned towards the girl, his love, touching his lips to hers. Her mouth was as soft as he remembered and he reluctantly pulled away from her, resting his forehead to hers. "Is this a dream?" he asked in a small voice, cracking a smile as he removed one hand from her cheek and rested it on her shoulder. "If it is, I sure don't want it to end... It's been too long... Too long since I felt you warm beneath my hand. Since I was able to kiss you and feel your sweet lips against mine..." Zack didn't care if he was not quite his normal, dorky self. Something about their situation forced him to tell her these things. Things he had never had the chance to tell her when they were both alive.

"What do we do now?" Zack asked, peering into her gentle eyes.


(... o_O; Cute moment is cute? D=)
 
OOC: Does anyone mind if I take Cloud?

The general and a few civilians ran out to meet the two people who had suddenly appeared in the wake of the giant moth's death.
"Sir, madam, please come into the city. It's not safe here," he spoke, his mind racing inside. Where in the world had these people come from.
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A raven haired woman stood on top of the Shinra Manor, shaking her head in irritation as she saw the flash and felt the life of Sapphire Jenova dim and fade entirely. She also felt her master's rage and her sisters' sorrow. She, too, felt a crushing urge to cry, but she was the leader. She could not show any weakness.

It was time to meet up with her sisters. Time to plan a counter-attack against these fools who dared to defy what was.
She sent out a telepathic wave that was the perfect frequency for the other Jenovas to hear.
"It's time. Come at once."
 
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Aerith gasped softly as she gazed up into her SOLDIER's blue stare. Her eyes never left his, but she breathed out a gentle sigh, closing her brilliant, emerald orbs once more, feeling the warmth of his rough fingertips caressing her soft cheek tenderly. How different this felt! She hadn't felt Zack's touch like this in years. So is it possible that her theory was right? That they really were amongst the living once more?

"You're warm...warm. I'm not sure what is going on Aerith..."

The Cetra's sparkling eyes opened widely as the raven-haired man now had both of her cheeks in his hands and she smiled against them, closing her eyes as his warm, damp lips met her own. She couldn't remember Zack's touch or kiss ever feeling like this from the years they spent in the lifestream together. Yes, they were definitely among the living now. Aerith sighed softly, leaning into the kiss, wrapping her small arms around his neck, the shivering of her body slowly coming to an end.

She was warm now, and so was Zack. Disappointment filled her tangled, confused emotions as she felt him reluctantly pull back from their chaste kiss. And then a newfound rush of anxiety. Aerith also firmly reminded herself that she and Zack always had time for this later. Right now it was figuring out if they really were alive or not. Was this all a dream? Aerith's thoughts were confirmed with Zack's words.

"Is this a dream? If it is, I sure don't want it to end... It's been too long... Too long since I felt you warm beneath my hand. Since I was able to kiss you and feel your sweet lips against mine..."

Aerith placed a small hand against her chest, her heart fluttering and closed her eyes to hide the brimming tears behind her eyelids. This was all too good to be true. "Oh, Zack." she breathed softly. The words she'd so longed for when they were alive, the feel of his kiss once more she'd ached for when they were together in the world. Everything was different now.

It sounded different, it felt different and tasted different. This was all real. This was no dream. She opened up her eyes once more, taking in his incredibly handsome, azure gaze. It was so soft and so full of something she'd never seen in all their years together in the lifestream. "This is no dream. This is real, Zack. This is all real." She told him softly, confirming her theory now as she leaned her cheek gently against the warmth of his hand laying against her shoulder.

Then without a care in the world, Aerith threw herself against her SOLDIER, wrapping her thin arms tightly around his waist and nestled her face into his chest, breathing in his masculine scent. "We're really alive, Zack!"
 
The townsfolk looked at the pair as though they were insane. Of courser they were alive.! It wasn't as though they had been revived from the dead.
"If you care to accompany me, sir, madam?" asked the man, eyebrows raised. "We could get some food, and bedding, perhaps."
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A huge silver motorbike sat on the outskirts of Kalm, and a slightly short, wiry young man stepped out of the city and mounted it, patting the handlebars.
"Ready?" he asked as he started the engine, which thrummed in reply.
He slipped on a pair of dark shades, moving his spiked blond hair aside and revving the engine. He wore black riding gear, including a black leather jacket.
That was all it took. Fenrir zoomed off like a shot on its unstoppable journey to Edge. Scenery and rocks flashed past in a barely visible blur, and all there was was the air striking his face and the sheer adrenaline of Fenrir's movement.
 
"Oh, Zack."

Her voice was like nectar to his senses and he fought back the compulsion to scoop her in to his arms. He was more than slightly aware of the general who had suddenly approached them, speaking muffled words to the warriors ears. He had thought for no-one but Aerith at that moment, and although he caught the words the man spoke, he did not respond.

"This is no dream. This is real, Zack. This is all real."

He smiled down at her, a surge of complete joy washing over him. They were no longer a part of the lifestream. They were alive once more, born back in to the world they had long since died defending.

"We're really alive, Zack!"

Aerith clung to him and Zack wrapped his arms protectively around her. Alive... They were alive again. Zack had died fighting for his freedom, defending his pride and the life of his dear friend Cloud Strife. Aerith had died trying to protect the Planet, being delivered back in to the lifestream to once again be at his side. Fair's death had been relatively easy for him to deal with, though he had felt a huge guilt at leaving Aerith alone.

Aerith's death cut him deeper. The death of someone so pure and innocent as Aerith Gainsborough was surely a tragedy of life. He sighed now, taking a deep breath of her soft aroma, nuzzling his face in to her luxurious hair. "Now that we're back... I'll never let anything harm you again." His voice was filled with determination as he turned his face slightly to look at the General. "Can't you see we're having a moment?" he asked.



(Sorry it's short but someone kept rushing me! -stares are Diarmuid :stare: )
 
The thrum of a motorbike was clearly audible, and in the bike's headlights, a cluster of people were clearly visible. Pulling up to them, Cloud forced his way through and stared at the two people in the centre.
And stepped back, gasping, his mouth dry, his hands clawing at thin air. "A-Aerith?" he whispered, his eyes bright with a mixed shock and confusion. "Aerith." He stepped back again, shaking his head, then looked at Zack.
No. No, this isn't real. This is some kind of trick. His mouth was dry, his throat aching as a lump struggled to get free.
"You're not real, are you?" he demanded. "Are you?"
 
"Now that we're back... I'll never let anything harm you again."

Aerith just snuggled deeper into Zack's strong, warm and loving embrace. She smiled against his chest, keeping her closed tightly shut, for fear that if she opened them, all of this would disappear. This really wasn't a dream though. Everything that surrounded them was real. They were really here now. They were back and alive. The question filled her mind though...how? How exactly were they alive? Back here, on the planet, and Aerith not a day older than 22, just as they'd been many years before, and who brought them back?

"If you care to accompany me, sir, madam?" asked the man, eyebrows raised. "We could get some food, and bedding, perhaps."

"Can't you see we're having a moment?"

The little Cetra giggled softly into Zack's chest at his words. Certainly she didn't want anything to break up their moment anymore than he did, but she couldn't deny that for the first time in years her stomach gave a gentle rumble of renewed hunger and her body was beginning to feel slightly tired and achey. A nice, warm bath sounded really good right about now. "Zack," the girl murmured into his warm chest. "Some food and a bath sounds really good to me. We could always continue this later," she told him, pulling back and flashing one of her beautiful smiles at him. She playfully shoved him and laughed. "Besides that, do you have any idea how long it's been since you and I have eaten!?"

She waited for a response from him, but was interrupted by a strange noise approaching. A roaring sound, billowing clouds of dust, bright lights and a flash of silver and black. Then suddenly, a very familiar face had pushed it's way through the crowds of people, that Aerith now realized, were surrounding them, and reality kicked in. A blonde-haired and blue-eyed man from her past was now staring at her and Zack in disbelief.

"A-Aerith?"

Aerith observed him as he shook his head, not daring to believe what he was laying his eyes on. At least that's what she could read in his features. ...Cloud. Aerith could only think his name. She wasn't sure if she wanted to say it. She certainly didn't want to frighten him off. He looked absolutely bewildered.

"You're not real, are you? Are you?"


The young girl looked up at Zack, unsure of what to do or say. Then she turned back towards the blonde man and slowly begin to make her way towards him. "Cloud...this is us. We're real... and we're really here."
 
Jaimie screamed. It was a bloodcurdling, hellbound, fear-inducing scream that was an equal mix of pain, sorrow, and rage. Her emerald green eyes blazing with a preternatural light, Jaimie emptied her lungs with all her might, shaking the buildings of nearby Kalm with the force of her scream.

It hurt. Jaimie didn't tolerate pain. At least, not her own. She enjoyed seeing others in pain, especially the emotional kind. But she hated being in pain herself. It needed to stop. Now.

But it didn't stop. The pain built and built. Jaimie's screams grew louder and louder. Suddenly, the little girl's form phased out of existence and was replaced with a ten foot tall being of pure energy, emanating a soft green glow. Instantly, the scream changed pitch. It went from a high keening to a low, heavy, rumbling roar. The very earth shook with the might of the roar.

Suddenly, and without warning, the pain stopped and the glowing figure dropped to one knee, head bowed. It was replaced by an empty sensation. She felt the loss of her sister. It felt like a hole had been carved out of her soul.

Then she heard the call. "It's time. Come at once." She could not have disobeyed this command if she had wanted to. She was compelled.

Emerald Jenova stood, and advanced toward Nibelheim.
 
A lone man stood atop one of the many cliffs surrounding the golden flames of Cosmo Canyon. It was here he remained, for what seemed like years, watching and waiting for the call. A burning cigarette dangled from his lower lip. The sun was always vibrant here and it usually stained everything the rich color of blood. The tip, of his right boot, was placed upon the edge of a rocky cliff. A cool breeze stroked his pale face and brushed against his worn coat. Grey irises flickered down to the canyon below and to the haven of ' humans ' who watched over an eternal flame and studied the Planet with such vehement adoration. He was the quiet one, always watching, always in contemplation. Those inhuman eyes reflected the image of Red XII or ( rather Nanaki ) as he left his home. Yes, it was true, heros must heed the call as well.​

Perhaps, when the noble creature returns home, he will find nothing but a scorched wasteland. And what of the girl? His precious Cryssa would be beautiful - skinned alive and then left to hang, like an old piece of meat, from a burning cliffside. But why bother doing that now? There was all the time in the world for that type of destruction. Plenty of time to separate brother and sister, mother and daughter, friend and lover. Heros as well as villains are slaves to their passions. However, one - before the other - will give in to those passions and cease to hold back. ​

Suddenly he felt as if he might die. Pain beyond description. Quiet he was, unmoving, to the agony which inflicted every inch of his body. So the whole had been cut in half, eh? Sapphire Jenova was gone, as well. The monster bowed his head and he placed both of his hands against his face.

Agony, of the one who's will was stronger then any other, came to Hisoka. It was an influx of pain. Sephiroth, the world's enemy, the creator of this ' new ' life they all were experiencing. Such pain, such inescapable pain. Hisoka could feel it over and over again and for a moment he thought it might never end. So this is what it means to suffer. For the longest time, I felt nothing. He thought to himself as he dropped his hands. " So it begins. Good. " He would heed the call, as well. For to deny it would have been death. The created cannot rebel against the creator.​

The lanky body, of Hisoka, would leap off the edge of the cliff. Every move he made was relaxed and fueled by a confidence he possessed in secret. He withdrew his katana, with his right hand, and leaned it backwards against his shoulder. Stuffing his left hand, into his pocket, he would begin the journey to Nibelheim. He did not take on his Jenova form - as he wished not to draw unneeded attention, to himself, at the time being. Eventually he would arrive. Threads of smoke, stroked his pale lips, as he tossed away the cigarette and walked into the unforgiving arms of purpose. He felt a rush unlike any other. It was almost as strong, almost as deadly, as the time when he witnessed a pair of violet eyes gazing at him. " Are you all right!? Mister? Oh no, you're hurt. Here - let me help you. " ​

Deadly, dangerous memories. He would not allow those memories, close as they were, to disturb him. He wasn't human, not really, but a weapon designed to kill. Weapons has no need fo consciousness nor memories. Finally, the ShinRa manor was in his line of vision and the woman, atop it, was the strongest. Her black hair fluttered in the wind and her eyes, a vicious color of furious ocean waves, were on fire. It was she who would lead them and it was to her he would now venture. Would she lead them to victory or failure? Only time would tell. A powerful leap would carry him to the roof on which she stood and, with a bow of his head, he would await her orders. ​
 
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The ground shook vigorously, momentarily catching Tifa off-guard as she almost lost her balance. Clutching one of the bar's stool, she poised herself and straightened, wondering what the ruckus was all about. Her thoughts quickly wandered off to Marlene and Denzel, hoping that they were safe. She hurriedly ran outside the bar, checking left and right, looking for signs of that white flashing explosion she caught a glimpse of through the bar's window earlier.

Not too far off the distance, she spotted Cloud staring at two dimmed figures and her heart lurched. Although she could not quite see their faces clearly for the explosion had left the place in such a rumbled state, she recognized their stance.

"Aerith...is alive?" she thought in disbelief. Her jet black hair waving uncontrollably due to a gust of wind, she turned her gaze to the man besides Aerith, whose features resembled that of a young man she had met years ago in Nibelheim, although she could not recall the finer details. She shaded her eyes and squinted, still studying the man, eyeing Aerith with such love. Suddenly it came to her. "This must be Zack...it has to be. But...how?"

Tifa then turned her attention back on Cloud, who had just asked if Aerith was real, and in her heart, Tifa already knew the answer. She looked at Aerith once again, still shocked at the possibility. How she wanted to run to her and hug that girl who had once saved them all! But something held her back and kept her idle in place.

Amidst the crowd that has started to gather around her and the situation before their eyes, Tifa remained aloof, watching the scene unfold from a distance.
 
The energy being that was Emerald Jenova reached the outskirts of Nibelheim in a matter of a few minutes. She didn't run, she didn't fly, she just sort of ... went. To the outside observer, Emerald Jenova was in front of them one instant, and a mile down the road the next, leaving the observer wondering if they ever saw her in the first place.

Upon crossing the border into Nibelheim, Emerald shifted into her human form. The six year old girl bounced her way into the run-down village, skipping gleefully, almost carefree, down the main thoroughfare that led to the ShinRa Mansion. Along the way, a jumprope rhyme Jaimie had heard once in Edge popped into her mind. She modified the lyrics to suit her mood and sang the song to pass the time.

"One, two, Jenova's coming for you
Three, four, she'll blow down the door
Five, six, use all your tricks
Seven, eight, too little too late."

Her song ended right as she leapt up, cat-like, on to the roof of the mansion, where Jaimie flashed her best, most innocent, most devious smile at Alison.

"You rang, sis?"
 
Cloud shook his head again, too many thoughts rushing around inside his head at once. He had once loved Aerith, longed for her, and her death had been like a knife wound to the heart, a knife that had been twisted again and again every time he came across Jenova, Sephiroth, the Remnants.
So he did what his instincts told him to do, for his own mental health. He shut down his emotions, and stared at Aerith and Zack coolly as though even now his heart beat painfully, and a dull throb rose in his throat.
"Tifa will be glad to see you," he said coldly, turning away and mounting Fenrir again without looking at the two. He saw her in the distance, and acknowledged her with a raised hand.
"She has a new Seventh Heaven in Edge." He revved the engine, clutching the handlebars so tightly they left scarlet imprints that burned painfully. He didn't care. "I'll... see you there."
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Alison sensed her sister and brother flying to come to her location in Nibelheim. She also sensed their anguish, though by now Emerald Jenova had her trademark smile on her face, and both that and her body, those of a child, glinted with malice. Her eyes spoke of anything but the personality of a six year old child.
 
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Aerith's warm body against his own was the most welcoming thing Zack had ever experienced. He was lost to it, all thoughts now upon the simple fact that they were alive... a miracle. The girl in his arms had gently squashed any underlying thoughts that this was a dream. No, they were alive, real... as alive as Cloud was. Zack smiled as the blonde's face flashed through his mind. Strife was Zack's best friend in life. How he longed to lay eyes upon him in the flesh once more.

"Zack, some food and a bath sounds really good to me. We could always continue this later. Besides that, do you have any idea how long it's been since you and I have eaten?"

Zack chuckled slightly and opened his mouth to respond when the revving of an engine interrupted. Staring at the throng of bystanders, Fair wondered just what was going on. His thoughts were quickly answered as someone pushed to the front and stood almost goggle-eyed at the revived pair.

"A-Aerith?" Those brilliant blue eyes had then turned to him. "You're not real, are you? Are you?"

Zack returned Aerith's unsure gaze with one of his own. Just how could they reply to that? His body had ached to see Cloud just moments before, his one true friend, the one he had given his life to defend. The way Cloud stared at them now was like a dagger to the heart. Did Cloud remember as Zack did? Did Strife still care about Fair the way the SOLDIER cared about him?

"Cloud... this is us. We're real... and we're really here."

Zack looked at Cloud, watching his usually calm face almost anxiously. Just what was the blonde thinking at that point in time? How Zack long to reach out and embrace his friend. How he longed to protect him as he had before. If there were two people in this world who Fair loved, it was Aerith and Cloud indeniably.

"Tifa will be glad to see you. She has a new Seventh Heaven in Edge. I'll ... see you there."

There was something cold in the way Cloud spoke to the couple. Something Zack didn't understand. Cloud had never spoken like that to Zack before. It chilled him to the core. Had things changed so drastically that Cloud could no longer bear to be around the SOLDIER?

Tifa... Another name Zack remembered. It had been a very long time since he had last seen the outgoing girl known as Tifa Lockheart with her large eyes and long raven hair. He smiled softly. "Perhaps we should go pay her bar a visit. You might even get that nice warm bath and something to eat, Aerith." He released the girl from his embrace but did not relinquish contact with her. He snaked his arm around her shoulders. "You up for seeing Tifa again?"



((Blach))
 
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Cloud sighed so silently that someone would have to be right beside him for them to hear. Gripped the sword on his back tightly, and slowly withdrew it with a metallic, almost musical sound. Looked into it.
The Buster Sword. Not his. Zack's. He held it up and smiled coldly at Zack. "Here. I think this belongs to you."
With that, he tossed the sword to the ground; it clattered once and landed at Zack's feet as Cloud took off on Fenrir, leaving only a cloud of dust in his wake.
 
Dust flew up in the wakes of the black leather shoes. The pair of loafers twisted and tapped on the spot before one rose and stamped a heavy print into the ground.

Hmph! Where are those two? Its been over an hour!

Turk Elena drummed a opattern into the butt of the holstered pistol, a frown slowly deepening as time went on. Reno, she had expected, but really, it was too much. With a childish kick at the dirt by her feet, Elena sighed deeply before continueing walking around the streets of Edge. Orders came that she and the other two were to patrol and protect edge. Her suit stood out like a sore thumb and she oddly felt a bit conscious about it.

I am going to beat the hell out of those two....

The words were low and muttered, but her face betrayed her completely, as evil thoughts of punishment coursed through her head, sending civilians scuttling out of her way.

OOC: short i know, and nothing really to do with the plot, but meh, its all i can manage right now.
 
OOC: No problem! I'll have Cloud meet her.

IC: Having parked Fenrir outside the town of Edge, Cloud was slowly but steadily making his way to Seventh Heaven when he caught sight of a flash of blond hair and a pistol, and a face etched with impatience.
"Elena," he said, stopping without looking at her. "It's been a while. What are you doing here? With a weapon?"
He simply needed to talk to someone. Someone he knew. Tifa was too far away right now, and Elena... well, they had fought once, but still...
 
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