Ace (No. 1)
Final Fantasy XIII Type-0
.:The Gambler of Fate:.
"Forget Our Memories Of The Dead..."
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Post by Ace (No. 1) on Sept 8, 2012 17:25:38 GMT -5
He hadn't wanted to be charged with this mission to begin with. Everything was just getting worse by the second. Why hadn't they paired him up with somebody else? It was probably the lack of communication that got them in this mess. It was both of their faults. Or... their superiors. If they had more information, then none of this would have happened! Ace understood why Machina wanted Rem as far away from this. He wanted people away from it too. "I understand..." Well, they were now getting somewhere, right? At least they were talking... sort of. It was better than nothing, anyway. Ace just hoped it would escalate from them. They shouldn't have petty fights to begin with. Shouldn't they put it all on hold until the war was over with? If they didn't, surely it would end badly for them. All of them. Everyone of Class Zero. Why didn't Machina see that? Still, Ace was at fault also. He hadn't tried to talk to Machina about it, try and clear the air or something. He just left it be. Was that the best thing to do? Probably not, but he didn't have a choice. Ace had a lot of think about. Operation Apostle was no easy task. Why was he chosen to be leader instead of Queen? Maybe all of it was his fault. Maybe... everything was his fault. From the death of Izana, and Nine and King, all the way to getting captured. He was to blame. Nobody else. Just him. At least, Ace thought so. Was that wrong?
Ace sighed, and crossed his arms. What was this, anyway? Why hadn't they both tried to run? Would that have changed the situation? He didn't know, and he didn't want to think about it anymore. His head hurt, and all this was only making it worse. He rubbed his temples with his hand gently, before letting it hit the floor. This was a mess. A huge one. He released a shaky breath, and kept his head down. Maybe, if he tried not to speak, tried not to talk back... Maybe that would be better. But that was the issue wasn't it? Ace and Machina couldn't talk to each other. In a way, they didn't know how. Talking was the problem between the two. They needed to fix that, right? But, if he said something wrong, they would argue, right? Was that better than not talking at all? Ace ran his fingers through his hair, and let out another sigh. He was sighing a lot recently. Was that bad? He was stressed as it was, and that only added to it. And Ace was sure some of the other classmates had noticed. Were they making them worry too? He snapped his head towards Machina. "I wouldn't lie about something like that, Machina. I counted Izana as my only friend outside Class Zero. I never wanted him to die. I never wanted anyone to die, and I'm trying to stop anybody else from dying." Ace swallowed, and tightened his grip on his arm. "Whoever told you obviously didn't know as much as they liked to think."
Ace looked over his shoulder, and saw Machina looking at the ceiling. "I don't care whether you like me or not, I wouldn't leave you to die." He spoke, before turning around. His hand felt sticky, and he looked at his arm. Damnit. It had started bleeding again. He could live with it. He just hoped Machina's wounds hadn't started again. They both had the same severity, but that didn't matter. "Your shoulder and leg... are they bleeding again?" He shuffled to his knees, facing Machina. Ace's gaze softened, and he slumped a lot more. It was like a load of weight had been placed on his shoulders. In all honesty, it had. But that wasn't important. He looked down. "Machina... I'm sorry." He said in a quiet voice. He was sorry, because he had let Machina's only brother die. Sure, he had tried... but it obviously hadn't worked. And he was sorry about that. He was more sorry than anyone would ever know. Anyone. He blamed himself for everything. Ace sat down, back against the wall, and his legs stretched out in front of him. He bent one leg, and closed his eyes for a moment. He was tired, but he couldn't sleep. "I'm sorry..." He whispered, before resting his forehead on his knee. He tightened his grip on his arm again, and winced. It seemed they would be stuck there for a while. He might as well get comfortable. [/size] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 968 Muse:; Great! Tagged:; Machina Outfit:; Uniform without Jacket Location:; Cell Listening To:; Live at the Apollo Notes:; xD Hope this is ok!!! It's a bit angst xD Sorry 'bout that :3
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Post by Machina Kunagiri on Sept 22, 2012 16:56:36 GMT -5
So this was where they were at now, captured by the enemy before they even figured out where their contact was, and stuck in the same cell to boot. Machina really couldn’t think of how this situation could’ve been worse than it was now, because that seemed impossible. Maybe if Rem had been here with them, it would’ve been worse… then again, it might’ve also been better because at least then he would’ve felt enough motivation to keep going despite the pain coursing through his body due to his injuries. He briefly looked over at Ace and just shook his head slowly when he started to defend himself against the claims Machina had heard about a bunch of time, how he’d cruelly abandoned someone he could’ve more than likely saved. Ace claimed he’d tried, that his healing magic was weak, that whoever had spoken to Machina before had it backwards, but his story just didn’t add up somehow. He couldn’t get the thought that there had been three of them out of his head. Even if – and that was a strong if – Ace had really just been too weak to help, that still left Queen and Nine, who had also been there and hadn’t done anything. Maybe that partially excused Ace for his actions, but not them. So why wasn’t he as mad at those two as he was at Ace? He was pretty upset with Queen as well, because he honestly felt like she hadn’t cared about what was going on either. Nine, he knew to be a hot-headed idiot who barely knew what their own country was called, so he supposed he could be partially excused due to being a moron. Plus, his magic wasn’t as strong as Ace and Queen’s. Had Nine told him he’d been powerless to do something, he would’ve believed it. Maybe he was more upset with Ace over everyone else because Izana had considered him a friend. The other two, awful though it was, probably did see his brother as nothing but a meat shield that could easily be replaced by some other poor sod with good intention to take his place. But Ace… Ace had known Izana as a person, he’d been a friend that his brother always seemed to think highly of. If anyone should’ve tried harder, if anyone should’ve tried to convince the others to try harder, it wouldn’t have been Queen or Nine, it would’ve been Ace. It should have been Ace.
“They were there when it happened, they saw,” he repeated the words he’d been fed, “You’re honestly telling me I should distrust a high ranking general because they obviously don’t know what they’re talking about?” he spoke in an accusing voice, but then shook his head again and looked away. This was a pointless debate that they’d had before, and it never lead anywhere, just to more heartache on both sides. He remained silent when Ace told him he wouldn’t have abandoned him, even if they weren’t friends. He found that hard to believe, but he was tired and in pain, and he didn’t want to repeat this same argument again. There would be time for that later, if it really had to happen. Most likely though, they would just continue on the way they were now; begrudgingly agreeing to work together but not caring about each other whatsoever. It was working out – aside from this particular mission, of course – pretty well so far. They did their thing for their own reasons, and that was that. So long as they all achieved the same goal, that was the only thing that mattered. You didn’t have to like someone in order to work together with them. Machina had been teamed up with annoying people in the past, when he’d still been in the dragoon class. Those people were just annoying though, he didn’t hate them. Did he hate Ace? He looked in his direction for a moment as he pondered that question. Did he genuinely hate him? To the point where he wouldn’t care if the younger boy died? A part of him screamed yes, he honestly wouldn’t care if something bad happened to Ace… but it was the part that didn’t agree with the notion that had Machina worried. He wanted to hate this guy, he wanted to hate all of them, from Queen and her uppity behavior to little Deuce and her passive personality. He needed someone to blame for all of this, and Class Zero seemed to be the perfect candidates, and they didn’t seem to care about that fact either. They seemed to care about very little at all, but maybe that was because of something Rem said, maybe it was because he’d never reached out and tried to get to know them. But he didn’t want to know them. He sighed and reached for the clips keeping his red in place, he then grabbed and carelessly tossed it to the side. If he was going to die here, he didn’t want to die a member of Class Zero. He’d never wanted to be a member of this group, the only reason he had agreed to fight under their banner and identify as one of them had been because of Rem, because she had wanted to join their ranks. For Rem, he had been willing to join their cause in the first place, and more importantly; it had been her that had stopped him from leaving after he’d found out about what happened to Izana. But Rem wasn’t here right now, and there was a good chance he wouldn’t see her again. So he didn’t worry about keeping up appearances for her sake right now.
At Ace’s question, Machina placed a hand over his wounded shoulder and checked his hand for blood. His eyes widened some when he noticed that his entire hand was covered in the red fluid, and rather than answering Ace’s question, he just stared down at his now shaking hand as he thought about what this meant. His wounds had started to bleed again, and he had no way of healing himself here, nor would the Milites bother to patch him up. Oh gods, no… he didn’t want to die! Not here, not like this… not now! His fearful gaze was directed at Ace again when he almost whispered his apology. Machina barely even heard it. His entire body started shaking, but rather than anger, he instead felt sorrow and fear. He didn’t want to die. He wanted to be with his brother again, but… he was afraid. Afraid of what happened when you died, afraid of leaving Rem behind in this mess of a world. He was afraid of everything associated with this war. “I can’t…” he breathed out in an emotional tone, “I can’t do this…” he wrapped his arms around himself as he too slumped down in defeat, “I don’t wanna die…” ---------------------------------- Words: 1155 Tagged: Ace Location: Cell Outfit: Uniform Notes: Now we're getting somewhere!
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Ace (No. 1)
Final Fantasy XIII Type-0
.:The Gambler of Fate:.
"Forget Our Memories Of The Dead..."
Posts: 43
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Post by Ace (No. 1) on Sept 22, 2012 18:47:16 GMT -5
It was almost ironic, how two people that one hated the other were stuck in the same cell, captured, injured, and who could only rely on each other. Especially in Ace’s and Machina’s situation. The two just couldn’t seem to get along at all! It was very ironic, in fact. It would’ve been amusing if they both weren’t in such danger. Maybe, the Miltes would just take pity on them, and kill them quickly. No, Miltes were merciless. Surely they would want to drag this out as long as possible, and make their screams echo across Oriens. The Miltes weren’t human, they were monsters, and they always would be. Every person who joined would turn their back from humanity. At least, in Ace’s mind. He would forever hate the Miltes, no matter who was in it. Even if one of Class Zero joined, he would never, ever forgive them. It would never happen, and Ace wouldn’t let himself. The blond felt sick just thinking about them. And now, Machina had completely turned his back. It wouldn’t surprise him if the dragoon found a way out and left Ace to rot… He would’ve done the same, after all. He couldn’t forgive himself. It was hard just coping with what had happened, and now to forgive and forget? Near to impossible. But, Ace had tried. Whoever told Machina what happened couldn’t have known the full story. He had pleaded with Queen, but in his heart, he knew Izana wouldn’t have made it even if he did manage to get him to help. It would have been wasted effort. No point in doing it. But he wanted too. And there was no chance to begin with. Why had Izana even gone out in that battle to begin with?! Why didn’t he wait?! If he had, everything would’ve been fine! Izana would’ve been alive; Machina and Rem would’ve been happy, and so forth. But it hadn’t happened. What was the point in thinking ‘what if’s’? You couldn’t change the past. It was impossible. Ace couldn’t look to Machina. He felt exhausted, but he had to stay awake. If he slept, there was a chance he wouldn’t wake up. So… he would stay awake. He didn’t want his family to lose anymore. But, maybe… if he did go away… everybody would be better off… Maybe… ”You don’t understand, they don’t understand.” Was his simple reply. He was tired of this game. It was time for the dealer to collect the cards.
Ace swallowed, and his feeling of sickness only grew. Was it fear? Was it fear of what would happen to them that made him feel like this? Was it anger? Regret? No, it had to be fear and regret. That would make sense. He felt like he had been punched in the stomach a thousand times over and over. His stomach churned, and he wheezed slightly. Was he winded? Of course now! He couldn’t be. Ace didn’t remember being hit in the chest at all. No, it had to be him. There wasn’t another way it could’ve happened. It was just in his mind, in his imagination. ”You need to start believing what you believe. Don’t just believe people because of their rank. I did, and look where it got me…” He knew what would happen next. Surely they didn’t have long left if there wounds didn’t stop bleeding. Ace felt like he was too weak to use his magic. He could try, but not now. Maybe, if he savored it, he could completely save them both, or Machina at the very least! His grip unconsciously tightened on his bleeding arm, and he bit his lip to stop himself crying out in pain. It hurt. It hurt so much. Ace released another shaky breath, and let his other arm fall limp, not touching the wound now. It was like he could still feel the copper bullet in his arm, moving around. It felt strange, and weird, and not in a good way. He shuddered slightly, and looked at Machina. All was quiet from both of them now. Ace had given up, had the dragoon given up fighting too? Ace had always thought Machina as strong and stubborn. He didn’t expect such a reaction from him. He hissed as his bleed started to trickle more and more down his arm, causing a small puddle on the ground. It was small, barely noticeable. Ace would’ve chuckled lightly if he could. He used his good hand to wipe up the blood with his sleeve. He licked his lips, and sighed. Yeah, he was giving up. He was too tired to play this confusing game. Ace looked at Machina, looking between the wounds on him. Something had to be done. Heh, there was no point in them both dying in this place, right? The mission had to be completed. He laughed on the inside. This should’ve been in some bad drama. Perfect scenario. His thoughts quickly flashed to everybody in Class Zero, and he sighed. All of them. Deuce, Trey, Cater, Cinque, Sice, Seven Eight, Nine, Jack, Queen, King and Rem. He hoped they were ok with whatever each of them were doing now. Did they know the mission both he and Machina were on? Did anybody back there know what was going on… that he and Machina were captured? Or did they just think they were both delayed? Either way…
Ace quickly looked back at Machina, and his eyes widened slightly. His whole hand was… Looking at his own hand covered in his own blood, he frowned. Machina was in a worse condition than him. Maybe… Ace could try healing him? Maybe that would work? He swallowed, and looked back at Machina. What if it didn’t work? What if it happened exactly like last time?! Ace looked at the now slumped dragoon. He had to do something. ”I’m not going to let you die, Machina.” He shuffled over to him, wincing. Once he got over to him, Ace put his hard gingerly on his wounded shoulder. ”I’m sorry… if it hurts… but please… just bare with me…” He said between deep breaths. Soon enough he was muttering something and his palm glowed ever-so slightly. He was trying to heal Machina, and it was taking up all of his energy. He cast his eyes up to look at Machina’s, before concentrating all of his energy onto the task at hand. After a very short while, his hands fell limp, his eyes shut, and he slumped against the wall. He didn’t open his eyes to see if it worked. He couldn’t. ”There…” He whispered, before deep and slow breathing commenced. [/size] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 1384 Muse:; Great! Tagged:; Machina Outfit:; Uniform without Jacket Location:; Cell Listening To:; --- Notes:; xD Hope this is ok!!! It’s angsty again, and I’m not sure if that’s godmod in there or not xD I hope not :3 Anyway, just so you know, Ace would probably do that for any of Class Zero, and he’s just proving how much he wants to protect his family! :3 Oh, and he is pretty much almost asleep/ unconscious xD
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Post by Machina Kunagiri on Sept 29, 2012 12:10:20 GMT -5
It was over. Machina was done arguing over this, and Ace had never wanted to argue in the first place. Now all that was left for them to do was sit and wait for the end to come, grim as that might sound. What else could they do? Machina had already tried to break out, but it had left him in a worse condition than he’d already been in. They had no means of contacting Rubrum, and both of them were bleeding pretty badly. Machina was a pessimist most of them time, but even the biggest optimist would’ve shared his thoughts right now. They were going to die. They’d failed their mission, their class, their loved ones and their country. Machina felt sick to his stomach. This was terrifying, sitting here and just waiting to bleed to death. He wanted to cry, but he refused to cry in front of Ace. He merely shook his head at Ace’s words, because if he were perfectly honest, the blonde had a point. It wasn’t something Machina would openly admit though, and so he just decided to ignore what the younger boy had told him. Besides, reacting now would just lead to another argument, and he was tired of arguing. In fact, he felt tired and weak no matter what he did now. His blood loss was already starting to affect him. “Great,” he winced when he tried to laugh sarcastically at Ace telling him he wouldn’t let him die, “Too bad you can’t do anything to stop it.” There was no way Ace could safe him, and the blonde knew that too. He was just making empty promises, promises Machina could not appreciate. He knew he was going to die, why make it worse by giving him some hope? Asshole.
His eyes shot wide open and his head turned instinctively when he felt a hand on his wounded shoulder. His hand had already curled into a fist to punch whatever was causing him more pain, purely out of reflex when he noticed it was Ace that had decided to crawl over and touch his arm for some reason. “What the hell?” he looked down at the boy’s hands and then at his face, his expression one of complete confusion about what his class and cellmate was even doing right now. When he explained what he was trying to do, Machina stubbornly reached a hand out and grabbed Ace’s wrist, ready to fling them off him, but he was already too late. The magic had already spilled from the card wielder’s hands, and it had already made its way into the wound, starting to slowly stitch it up from the inside out. His grip tightened on Ace’s wrist, his teeth gritting at the pain this was causing, despite it actually healing him. Rem was specialized in healing, and her magic didn’t hurt, but then maybe it hadn’t hurt because his wounds had never been quite as deep. Ace’s magic hurt a lot though, and the dragoon couldn’t help but hiss a little in pain. After a little while, the wound had healed up quite a bit, leaving only a shallow injury behind. The pain was numbed, and slowly, Machina let go of Ace’s wrist and moved over to his own shoulder to check it. As he did so, he noticed Ace out of the corner of his eyes, slumping down against a wall, drained of all his energy. For a short moment, Machina just stared, not sure what to make of Ace’s actions. He’d helped him, but why? Obviously he didn’t have a lot of energy to begin with, why didn’t he just heal himself? That was what normal people did, wasn’t it? With the same confused look still lingering on his face, Machina leaned down a little closer to Ace and pressed a hand against his shoulder, shaking him slightly. “Ace, hey!” he spoke in a surprisingly soft voice, “Come on, open your eyes.” He shook the card wielder’s shoulder a little harder, “What is wrong with you? Why didn’t you just heal yourself? Do you want to die?” he asked in an accusing tone, but it was still quiet compared to what it had been before. Machina wasn’t sure what to make of this, but he knew he shouldn’t be angry. “Go on, get up and heal yourself.” ---------------------------------- Words: 727 Tagged: Ace Location: Cell Outfit: Uniform Notes: Oh my God, this is quite possibly my most dramatic thread ever. XD I love it!
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Ace (No. 1)
Final Fantasy XIII Type-0
.:The Gambler of Fate:.
"Forget Our Memories Of The Dead..."
Posts: 43
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Post by Ace (No. 1) on Oct 8, 2012 7:48:17 GMT -5
What was the point of this argument? How had they even started it, anyway? When did they start the rift between the two Class Zero members? Ace had never wanted to argue. He hated confrontation. Whether it was an argument between him and a teacher, or just a flid with one of the classmates, he hated it. Ace didn’t like falling out with people, or anything like that. He didn’t know why, but it made him have a horrible feeling gnawing at his stomach. It didn’t feel like guilt or shame, it felt like something difference. And now? Ace had that feeling, and that feeling that he had failed everybody. Was he scared of dying? Since he was probably close to death, was he scared? A little, but he accepted it, and knew there was a high chance that if he and Machina worked together, they could get out. Get out, and go back to Class Zero, get healed and carry on life as normal again. Yeah, like their lives had ever been normal. Not since they all grew up together. Ace used his uninjured hand to wipe his eyes. Just thinking about never seeing them again made him sad. ”How do you know?” He spoke in a quiet voice, and in a tone that showed he had almost given up, but not quite. What can he say? Ace was stubborn when it counted. ”Don’t tell me you’ve given up…” Ace looked at Machina, and blinked a few times. ”You can’t give up, ok?” He almost pleaded. Somebody had to remind him to keep going, or else Ace would just stop. What was the point in fighting it now?
Ace sighed, and was glad Machina didn’t put up much of a fight. It would’ve wasted a lot more energy. Energy he didn’t have, for that matter. He just wanted to curl up into a ball and fall asleep. He felt exhausted, and was fighting to keep his eyes open as it was. Using that last bit of energy drained him, but he was glad it went to good use. Machina was the stronger of the two, and could probably get them out if he tried. If Ace had just healed himself, he knew their chances would be wittled down. It was the most rational choice. And Ace didn’t want anybody dying where he could prevent it. That was what he was trying his hardest to do. He felt himself being shaken by Machina, and he groaned slightly. ”Stop it…” He mumbled weakly, trying to half-heartedly push him away. His head was lolling forward chin on his chest, and his eyes half-open. Ace’s arm was throbbing slightly, and he gripped it with his other hand. ”Can’t… explain why… Just… trust me…” He slid a little down and closed his eyes tightly. ”You had… a better… chance. I don’t… want to die… Do you?” Ace challenged, before releasing a shaky breath. ”I can’t…” He sighed and coughed a little. ”I’m… sorry.” [/size] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 702 Muse:; Great! Tagged:; Machina Outfit:; Uniform without Jacket Location:; Cell Listening To:; Inside Out by Hillsong Notes:; AND END SCENE! xD yeah, it is rather dramatic, but its cool. I loves me some drama xD
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