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Post by Vincent Valentine on Apr 15, 2012 17:50:39 GMT -5
Tifa, was a good friend. Her dark brown hair, almost black, reaching down past her shoulders and warm burgundy eyes were distinctive. The most striking mark about her being were her leather clothes. There wasn't a lot of women who donned leathers and didn't look entirely composed, elegant and decent. Tifa could wear just about anything and be as classy. She was a class act all over, was Tifa. As a kind and compassionate soul she gave home to children, homeless ones without parents to look after them. Vincent secretly loved children, though was loathe to tell anyone he went kind of gooey inside around kids. The closest he had been to a child was Marlene when she had hidden under his coat from Cloud when she thought he was being daft. She worried, he knew, whether she said anything or not, and so he was going to pay her a visit. Actually, he was a little concerned about this L'Cie business and wanted to know everything was well. Vincent could easily go around each of the Avalanche members and spy on their lives, assuring himself of their status of whole and safe. But it was easier to just ask Tifa, who appeared to be the centre of all things Avalanche related.
Vincent spent weeks on end alone, speaking to no one. Vincent did not speak a lot, though when he did, it was usually to say a lot because he possessed important information. Vincent was a very good with information. It curled around him like a precious, possessive cloak, soaking into his skin like it belonged there. Information was a commodity, an expensive luxury people killed, died and destroyed for. Vincent preferred to do his gathering in the silent shadows, gathering darkness around him like his blood red cloak. His ominous presence could convince the weakest of characters to spill their guts with the barest whisper of a breath. For others, who required more persuasion, the glinting gauntlet and the knife pointed shoes were usually enough. And those, most hardy folk, it took persuasion by more forceful means - which was by no means out of vincent's range.
His imposing threatening air followed him where ever he went. vincent could travel by discreet means if he so wished, but there were times when he had to reveal himself to the world, for example, when fighting Summons and visiting friends. The people's of Gaia were more accustomed to seeing strange things but he still drew the most curious and timid of stares. Vincent doubted it was the cape and bandana which did it, but the claw he wore on his left hand. His gauntlet, on more than on occasion saved his life. It was a handy weapon and he would not allow anyone to inform him that it wasn't welcome. Others were allowed to carry knives hidden on their person so he was allowed to carry his gun and wear what he liked.
Vincent was on the precipice of edge when he dropped using Crimson Mist and walked through the relatively small town, making his way to Tif's bar, Seventh Heaven.
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Zack Fair
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Post by Zack Fair on Apr 16, 2012 11:41:27 GMT -5
A lot had happened in the last few months. Coming back to life, being branded a l’cie, ‘dying’, or turning cie’th, and then being granted life again, it all seemed like it was just too much to fathom really. Zack didn’t know what would happen next, but he really hoped that this time he could…perhaps STAY living. That would be great, he wasn’t going to lie. Not only stay living, but not have to deal with all the crap that this planet just seemed to want to throw at them. Why was it that it wasn’t just the general person that got anything bad to happen to them? No, it was the same people over and over. Sheesh, it was time for someone else to have to take on something bad like this, because he really didn’t want to deal with any more of it. Hell, he’d rather just be able to sit back, relax and enjoy life a little bit. He was building himself a good life, with the shop he had Kunsel had, and the girl he had for himself, the friends, he could say that he was living the high life. It was about damn time something went right for him.
Swaggering down the street in Edge, Zack smiled to himself. It wasn’t a sunny day, but hell, things had been going right today. As was his normal, he had gone over to the Seventh Heaven for some breakfast and to talk to Tifa, and then played with the kids a bit while the pancakes and sausage had cooked. That reminded him, he needed to get some gifts for the little whippersnappers. At least that Marlene. Cute as a bugs ear, Zack had to admit she had wrapped him around her little finger almost instantly. Not that she had tried, but being kid oriented, Zack found himself getting just as attached to the kids as he was to their ‘mother’. He enjoyed his time at the bar. Not only did he get away from their own bro only type place Kunsel and he had going, but he almost felt a part of a little family when he was over there. Craving family, Zack found himself going to the bar more and more. The smiles he got while there didn’t hurt anything either.
When it started raining a little bit, Zack shook his head and got the droplets off his thick spiky hair. As he did he almost literally ran down a little girl and her mother. Spinning to the side, Zack narrowly missed them and held his hands up quickly, a smile reaching his lips. “Woah, sorry there ma’am…s” Winking at the little girl, Zack noticed the look she had on her face, which was a bit scared. Glancing up at the mother, he listened as she explained that the little girl had seen someone ‘scary’. Lots of black and red? Claw? Well that was odd. Zack didn’t know if he’d seen anyone like that, but he would be sure to keep an eye out for whatever, or whoever, this black and red person with a claw was. Whatever, or whoever, it was, didn’t sound like that great of a character.
Just then an explosion happened that forced him to stumble back. Blinking his eyes against the rain, Zack threw a hand up to shield his face and stood up tall then, looking at where the explosion must have come from. Despite the rain, he saw some flames licking toward the air. The screams he heard made him want to tell people to be quiet. Screaming wasn’t going to fix anything, but instead of saying anything, he helped up the mother and little girl, who had both been thrown to the ground. “Stay here ma’am, and keep that little one with you.” Turning then, Zack took off toward where the flames were licking at the air, long strides eating the distance between himself and the problem. He didn’t know what had caused it or what had happened, but all he knew was that he had to go check it out. Hopefully no one had gotten hurt.
There went his quiet day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 882 Muse:; Good! Tagged:; Vincent! Location:; Random Gaia street Outfit:; Clickeh!Notes:; Kinda sucky xD But maybe Vince could have gone to check it out too and Zack sees him and mistakes him for the cause? Listening to:; Normal - Exies
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Apr 17, 2012 8:33:43 GMT -5
The entirety of Avalanche had their own and separate lives, but it appeared to them all they were inexplicably linked to each other for the remainder of their lives together. Whether it was love, loyalty, desire, childhood friendship, fondness, affection or simply habit, whenever disaster struck they all seemed to fall together again. Vincent was more inclined to let them tend to whatever problem had arisen on their own. They were big boys and girls and could take care of themselves. A lot of the time he felt like the old parent, watching over things and ensuring it all was done correctly, playing ring leader when needed, and umpire too. It felt too much like he was the guiding force, looking on as the young ones took over as grim satisfaction dripped down from his eyes to his toes. Vincent was loathe to admit if, for fear they should use it somehow, but he was fond and did feel affection for them all too - even Cait Sith, but Vincent had grown to be friends of sorts with Reeve Tuesti.
Vincent was not hiding, per say, his emotions. They just were not yours to have. His life was a guarded secret, protected by glinting claws, blood red flashes and steely orbs of liquid red. As the sky dulled and the drops started falling, Vincent continued to walk without a flinch, nor fluctuation in his stride. The weather was of no importance nor consequence to him. His hair, regardless, would look the same once the sky had stopped dripping heavily. Like tears of the planet the drops rained down upon his dark head, before gathering together in puddles here and there. Loneliness, did not seem to suit the water which emerged, free falling from the sky. Always seeking to find others of their kind, the droplets would bunch together, and form little rivers which raced along the concrete to the drains. The grates would swallow them up and whisk them away, forcing them to join a larger congregation of water. The water looked like shining little orbs on his red cloak, and indeed his hair too, until it was soaked through.
Vincent ignored the rushing bluster. People scuttled to and fro when they saw him no matter if it was raining or not, so he could not be sure if they too were unaffected by the rain, and were simply dashing to get under cover for fear he should attempt to communicate with them. He really wasn't all that bad, he knew, since Marlene and Denzel had never feared him, though he did suspect have Tifa and Cloud on and by your side made efforts to dissuade any flashing doubts about one's safety. Still, if anyone had any sense, there would still be slivers of intimidation there, even if you were living with the savoir of the world, because even Cloud could be defeated. Vincent had yet to see it. Hojo's treatments had made Cloud very physically strong, and once the young blond found the light he was impossible to stop: not even Sephiroth, supposedly the greatest soldier to have lived, could stand against him and live to tell the tale. But finding that light, Vincent knew, was incredibly difficult for him. Vincent himself had never found it, nor did he deserve to. He didn't deserve hope. He didn't deserve peace. He neither sought it, nor wanted it. Penance should be suffered.
An explosion rocked the air as he moved. Strings tugged as his conscience. It wasn't normally something he would bother about, but he couldn't be seen this close to Seventh Heaven and ignoring a crisis like that. Part of him wanted to walk away and leave it be. Another part wanted Avalanche to see him in a good light because they were the only ones who ever had, really, and the only ones he could be bothered, occasionally talking to. Usually he didn't care what people thought about him, or who liked him, but slivers of a younger Vincent occasionally slipped through and he found himself liking Avalanche and not entirely adverse to them thinking of him kindly. It was a strange emotion but one he was willing to live with. He put that in with Avalanche and Habit, in his compartmentalisation system. Having someone to occasionally talk to without being looked at like he was some weirdo, wasn't so bad.
Vincent diverted his path to Seventh Heaven to where the crisis was occurring. He moved swiftly, running, knowing time was of the essence. As a Turk he was used to working under pressure and felt no strain nor stress in these moments. The events here impacted him in no great way, but if he could do something good, then his presence had been useful for a change. It didn't take him long to get there. Unknown to him he had been closer to the issue than his future comrade, Zackary Fair.
Vinent used Crimson Mist to launch himself into the building which had managed to set itself of fire. Great giant flames licked the premises, as curling screams hit the hair, muffled by the thick billowing smoke. It would be seen for miles around. Edge was a small community compared to Midgar. Many had died when the Sister Rays had gone off, as well as the strain the city had been under when Meteor hit - that is, if they had survived the Sector Seven plate going down. Vincent had never blamed the Turks for that event, for following orders kept money in their pockets and their lives a little longer. As a Turk you had to do a great many things, and some of them you didn't necessary agree with.
Vincent in his skim of the building could see little, but his ears managed to locate two children huddled together. Prioritising them, Vincent dumped them on the street before checking if there was anyone else, ignoring their worried cries or the hushed tones of their parents. Vincent found one other child, a little girl with pigtails who latched into his neck and refused to let go. Refusing to look warm and appealed by this, Vincent simply held her in his arms his golden claw curling ominously around her. Now, where were her relatives?
Words: 1055 Notes: I hope this is OK? Then Zack can be sure he's a menace? And your post was lovely =D
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Post by Zack Fair on Apr 18, 2012 0:01:54 GMT -5
Skidding to a stop in front of the building, Zack watched in horror as the flames started to completely envelop what had used to be an apartment building. Lifting a hand to shield his face from the heat that radiated despite the cooler weather and rain, he surveyed what was happening. How had this caught on fire? Glancing to the side, Zack heard the screams of people around him, the crackle of flame, shattering of glass and the crack of thunder that was going from the storm above them. It was too much to fully comprehend, and though he tried to pay attention to what was happening, the ex-SOLDIER naturally blocked everything out to focus on the one thing that really needed his attention right now. Standing somewhat in a daze, for a moment he did nothing but stare, before a tugging on his arm brought his attention back to earth instead of floating above them.
Turning his head slightly, Zack felt still in somewhat of a daze as he felt his arm being jerked on. The woman standing there and clinging to his arm was sobbing uncontrollably and crying out for him to save her small girl. Removing his arm, he shook his head to clear it and nodded at her. Turning toward her, Zack placed his hands on her shoulders, before shaking her slightly. “Go sit down, calm down and get ahold of yourself, I promise I’ll get your child out.” Shoving her lightly away from him, he turned and faced the building. Swallowing, Zack was reminded in Nibelheim of the young child who’s mother he had rescued when Sephiroth had burned down the town. With that thought in mind, Zack shook the daze from him and ran toward the building. Thunder clapped and lightning streaked the sky as he did so, but as dusk approached and things became harder to see, the young man found himself running toward a burning building. He was going to get himself killed one of these days…again.
The door was closed, but instead of opening it, Zack flipped open his sword and crashed through it, splinters of wood shooting in every direction. Instantly a sheet of smoke blew at him. Returning the sword to his back, Zack threw up a hand again to shield his face and started in, narrowing his eyes to try and continue to be able to see. After getting inside the house, smoke started pouring out and he made his way forward at as fast a speed as he possibly could. The thick smoke filled his lungs, making him cough a few times as he went on a wild goose chase for that womans child. Hell, he didn’t know if the girl was alive by now, but he figured he couldn’t just walk away from that. All he could see was a little Marlene huddled somewhere in a burning house, unable to get out. That motivated him to get his ass in gear and actually find the youngster before the whole damned building collapsed on all of them. Stumbling over something, Zack looked down and noticed a person laying with rubble trapping him. Coughing a few times, he tried not to breathe as he pried the rubble off the man. Grabbing at the clothing of the male, he hauled him up and onto his feet. The man had a crazy look in his eye, one that Zack didn’t like, but hell, the smoke and heat was going to get to him too soon. It already was. He couldn’t see a damned thing, the smoke was filling his lungs, and the heat burned at him, the crackle all he could hear in his ears anymore.
Pointing the man in the right direction, he gave him a good shove. “Go straight and you’ll get to the damned door. Move!” The man stumbled forward as Zack spun on his toes and continued on. He had to find that little girl. How could he ever walk out of this house without the child and look into the eyes of the mother? He couldn’t. And so he went on, not able to see much. Running smack dab into a broken piece of wall, Zack cursed and stumbled back, holding onto his chest where he had stabbed himself with the dull piece, rubbing it, before he caught sight of something. Narrowing his eyes, Zack coughed and tried to see. What he finally could distinguish chilled his overheating body. Dark hair, red cape, claw…carrying what must be the child he was after. All he could think of was the mothers description of the guy who had scared the girl. Had he started this whole mess? Shouting, Zack took off after the figure, ducking under and leaping over the debris he needed in order to reach this man. “Yo! Cape man!” This had to be the reason behind the fire. “Stop!” Shouting at him, he hoped that the little girl hadn’t been harmed. Why the hell was he carrying her if he had started this? What kind of sick…twisted son of a-…he just needed to get the girl back, the swearing could happen later. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 1025 Muse:; Great! Tagged:; Vince! Location:; Edge - Burning apartment Outfit:; That one I linked Notes:; It was great! ^_^ Listening to:; It's my life - Bon Jovi
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Apr 18, 2012 12:33:26 GMT -5
The explosion had entirely immersed the buildings in a fiery fury. The ragged orange-yellow forked tongues out the top most window, as though it were trying to lick the air with every greedy breath. It sucked in as much oxygen as it could, growing taller and larger and angrier by the second. The flames, tinged red at their core, were unattended in their thirsty, hungry rage. Smoke belched from the windows, thick, and full. Heat pounded the street, and Vincent watched as people instinctively shied away from that which would burn them.
Vincent could see this fire was out of control. It took no genius to know it wasn't going to be easily tamed by water, foam, or any other form of deterrent. He wondered, vaguely, if anyone had had the sense to contact the emergency services, or if they were all assuming someone else had done so. Lives were lost through assumptions. It was better to have three people call, than none at all, because each had thought the other had done so. That call could save lives, but Vincent himself was fit and able to do some rescuing business. With no emergency services in sight, and no sound of sirens to his sensitive ears, he would just have to do the job himself.
Crimson Mist was by no means full proof. It did protect him from the worst of the heat, but even he could feel the swelter against his delicate skin. unused to such vibrant alteration in temperature, Vincent could feel the sweat immediately linger upon his grey tinged skin. His pours opened in compensation, attempting to rid itself of this unnatural warmth he was so unused to.
Luckily, Crimson Mist protected his lungs too, for he was moving faster than normal with its use, than he would have been on foot. But that was not to say he was entirely unaffected. Later, when he emerges from the building for the last time, Vincent's lungs do feel a bit heavy, his breathing a little laboured, but by no means dangerously so. Time, was all that would be required to heal that wound. The oxygen in the air was enough for him to being to repair himself. Chaos was easily fixing the problem so he had nothing to worry about. And his temperature began to regulate.
If the smoke was thick on the outside, it was positively vilely thick on the inside. There wasn't a thing to be soon. vincent would be lying if he said he hadn't zoomed into a wall, table or door more than once. he was glad there was no one around to witness these mishaps. His mind couldn't help but think that Yuffie would never let it go, despite the fact she had once walked into a lamp post whilst facing it. He remained undeterred by the fact the fire was burning worse than ever, and that the screaming he could hear was slowly fading. He wasn't about to panic. The loss of children was deep and profound, but they were not his children, and he knew them in no way at all. if He could save them, he would, of course. He prioritised them above everyone else.
He felt extremely warm now, his clothes and features dry despite being drenched earlier. The rain was still pouring outside, and for all he knew it had turned into a storm. Whilst inside the cocoon that was the burning building, Vincent was aware of little else but the heat, and the curling smoke. it did remind him, a couple of times, of figment flashes of glowing green bubbles and the shock of feeling trapped in a location unawares. Vincent was by no means claustrophobic: he did spend thirty years sleeping in a coffin of all places. He had no idea what brought it on, but perhaps it was time to visit Lucrecia, his dearest love, in her Mako tomb. As Alive as she was, half insane with whatever emotion crippled her, her presence oddly soothed the former Turk. It shouldn't. But it did.
Once he had freed two of the children he had gone back in to be thorough. He was unaware of the woman shouting about her girl, because, quite frankly, he was ignoring her due to the shrillness of her voice. Such squeallings never helped nor saved anybody's life. if the woman wanted to stand there hysterical instead of doing something about it, that was her choice. Vincent wasn't going to comfort or admonish her for it. The gladness in his heart, however, made all signs of irritation flee. He had the girl, and he was sure no one else was in the building, so that was all that mattered.
Vincent ignored the call from behind him, as he took the girl outside. What the hell? Did the guy really think he was going ot stop to have an asinine conversation in the middle of a burning building? He didn't care if she was his kid. God sake the guy required priorities. Vincent felt oddly comfortable with her in his arms, though oddly uncomfortable too. He felt stiff, so he must be unconsciously tensing all of his limbs. Vincent tried to relax but found it impossible. It wasn't natural for him to have stranger's children attached to his neck. He was sure they would be more uncomfortable seeing him with her, but she just wasn't ready let go yet, and believe it or not, Vincent was too soft at heart to force her off just yet. She had just went through a traumatic experience, and that wasn't easy for one so young. She was shaking, probably in fear, or relief, or a mixture of both. She certainly didn't seemed bothered by his claw, but probably had failed to notice it yet. In any case, she was far more likely to react with curiosity than fear, considering she was aware he had just pulled her from a burning building. "How'd you do that?" Vincent heard her ask quietly. "Magic," he replied. How was he supposed to explain his morphing ability to what appeared to be a five year old. Accepting his explanation she simply snuggled against him causing Vincent to sigh. Words: 1050 Notes: I hope this is good for ya Tag: One Zachary Fair! =D
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Post by Zack Fair on Apr 30, 2012 8:46:45 GMT -5
Finally spying a guy with the little girl in his arms, Zack took off after him. Either the man hadn’t heard him or he was ignoring him. Either way, he obviously wasn’t going to get him to stop. He thought the guy probably hadn’t heard him. No only did he have to deal with dreadlocks covering his ears, and a lot of cloth, but also the crackling of the flame was making it hard to hear anything besides that. He himself couldn’t hear a blasted thing. It was hotter then Hades in this building, the smoke was burning his lungs and his eyes, and the heat was burning at his skin. It was better for him, though, then the average human. He had his mako enhanced body to thank for that, and thankful he was. If he didn’t have a body enhanced with mako, then he probably wouldn’t be surviving nearly so well as he was now. He just hoped the little girl was okay. What concerned him though, was that the man looked as dark as you could be. What with that hair and what he was wearing just breathed creepy. To have a little girl in the hands of what was obviously an extremely weird dude wasn’t something that he had any desire for. Hell, he would get her away from him.
Remembering the words of the other family yet again, Zack picked up his pace until he was practically running after the guy. As he did so, Zack could feel the flames licking at his heels. If he hadn’t had any other motivation to get the hell out of the house, he sure did now. While running, Zack didn’t notice a part of the wall start to crumble, as he was half blinded by the heat and the intensity of the flame. Tripping over some rubble, he tried to keep his feet, but felt something heavy fall onto this shoulders. Grunting, he went to his knees, hands flat against the ground to try and hold himself up, before the weight pushed him down even further. Grunting again, Zack could feel some of the flame burning through his clothing, searing at his flesh. That gave him the motivation to move. Cursing, Zack lunged up from underneath the rubble. Coughing and hacking, Zack picked himself up and blindly rushed toward the door. All that was there now was some inner instinct that was taking him in the right direction.
Before he could reach the exit however, he felt himself trip over something else. “Damn it.” Rolling over and coming back to his knees, Zack felt something wrap their arms around him. Shaking his head, he recognized the guy he had directed toward the exit before. Zack felt a strong desire to just leave him there, but also felt the need to be the hero rising up in his veins. “Hell.” Standing up, Zack relied on brute strength to pick up the man and start jogging toward the door, dragging him. He felt the man cursing and even struggling, complaining about some pain in his leg. Zack didn’t really give a damn though, what pain this guy was in at the moment. The whole building was collapsing, and if they didn’t get outside, they were going to be caught up in it.
Finally seeing the exit, he started to move toward it. He could already taste the fresh air that his oxygen deprived lungs wanted so badly. He could feel that, and rushed for it. Only a few paces from the door however, the entrance caved, the heat once again forcing him back, dragging the man with him. Heaving, legs apart from trying to maintain his balance despite the lack of oxygen, he desperately searched for another way out. To the side was a small opening, large enough only for a small child. Staring at it, one arm thrown up to cover his mouth, other arm wrapped around the male, supporting him, Zack made a snap decision. Going as fast as he possibly could and forcing his tired body to go faster, Zack flipped out his buster sword. At a dead run, he slashed at the wooden wall. Groaning boards snapped and the opening widened. Without breaking stride Zack threw the man out the hole and dove himself. Sword clattered against the ground as he tucked in his shoulder and rolled to his feet once more. Air! Sweet, fresh air. Gulping in deep breathes, he blindly reached for his sword. Zack could hear the boards groaning, and felt the urgency well up within him again. Snapping the sword onto his back, strong arms once again grabbed the man, who was writhing and complaining, screaming in pain there on the ground. “God damn it, take it like a man,” He muttered. Picking him half up, Zack started jogging away from the building. “Clear away! It’s comin’ down!” The warning was shouted to no one in particular, but he figured he should warn them. One last explosion sealed the deal, and with a loud shudder across the ground, the whole building collapsed. Knocking him and the man violently to the ground once more, Zack rolled over and over again, before pushing himself up from the ground, hacking to try and clear his lungs. Blindly he looked up to see some woman throw herself on the man, sobbing and carrying on. Rubbing his eyes then, he looked up once more, in a slight daze, to look across the property. Somehow, what he saw, was the same man in the red cape from before. He had to be the man behind this. Why the hell did he still have the little girl in his arms? “You!” Picking himself up off the ground, Zack gulped in a few more breathes and grabbed the sword from off his back, advancing toward the man. “The hell did you start this fire for?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 1159 Muse:; Great! Tagged:; Vince! Location:; Edge - Burning builiding Outfit:; Something xD Notes:; Sorry it took me so long u.u Listening to:; Cry Little Sister - Seasons After
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Apr 30, 2012 16:40:26 GMT -5
Vincent tried not to judge. He had so much to be judged upon himself that judging others looked hypocritical - not that he was bothered about his image. Evidently not, by the fact every single day he wandered around the world dressed in crimson red, with a golden gauntlet and hair that looked as though he could, according to the not so quiet whispers of some children, cast a lingering curse upon all those who looked his way. It was folly of course. He was just a man, a man who like Cloud just happened to be different, but human, nonetheless. Though how human he was, with his modified genes and his monster DNA Vincent wasn't sure. He never did see, nor care to find out, about the percentages of his humanity according to Hojo. The very thought sent flames of its own, rage his time, surging through his veins. His grip on the little girl tightened for a moment, her shocked squeak reminding him of a child's gentle fragility and delicacy. "Sorry," he muttered quietly.
His mood was hardly helped by the stupidity of whomever it was that called out to him. The building was burning, the flames roaring, cackling, sniggering. The smoke was so thick it was surprising the man was still standing upright and could draw enough breath to yell so Vincent could only conclude he wasn't quite so ordinary himself. Mako treatments, such as the one he had endured (sort of?), the ones Cloud had endured would do such a thing. Vincent considered him being another, not run-of-the-mill experiment all SOLDIERS were but something more exotic. Vincent had no answers, just speculation. Needless to say he was irritated at the man's stupidity. The building was readily being eaten by flames. Having a nice flame grilled chat wouldn't tantalise their taste buds, just get them killed.
Vincent had considered going back for him, but was stopped by the little girl's reluctance to let go. She still had her arms around his neck as though she could possibly fall and hurt herself. He had forgotten how trusting the young could be. He hadn't been all too surprised by Marlene's willingness to through herself under his cloak despite never having met him before. Cloud was there. Strong, young, the Saviour, her child resolution would have considered herself safe if Cloud was there. Cloud would sort it. She would also notice they were conversing, rather than fighting, and were not arguing. Another reason she thought it fine to hide beneath his cloak, ducking behind his leg. And there was the lack of reaction from Cloud, save distant surprise and too quick resignation. Vincent wasn't sure what he was more suprised at: the fact she had decided it was a good idea to huddle beneath him, or that he had allowed her to without so much of a breath of protest. She was Barrett Wallace's daughter and meant a great deal to Cloud. She was indeed in no danger. And Cloud was being, well, whatever words Marlene had thought at the time were correct. Cloud was Cloud. And Marlene, was cute.
"You are perfectly safe now," Vincent informed her, putting light pressure on her in a downward kind of nudge. Nothing. Now Vincent may adore children but he hadn't a clue what to do with them. Never had he actually had to face one with any kind of mode in mind but get to safety. Well the safety part was done, but she just wasn't running off to her mother like one would expect. "You need a doctor," he tried, but the response, of course, was a squeak and a burrowing of her head into his clothed shoulder. Vincent stared straight ahead, in a nonverbal sigh. If he were alone with her, he would have sat down, smiled, waited, held her in his arms until she was ready but they weren't alone. She was someone else's child and most likely dearly missed. A vague thought of whether or not Marlene knew her passed his mind. They were about the same age. Vincent in a last attempt, slowly let her go, only to find she was clinging to him like a limpet. This time he did sigh. This should not be so endearing.
What does one talk about to a child? He didn't know child things. He didn't know what kind of television shows she liked, though guessed she liked Moogles because what child didn't? Beyond that, he could hardly engage her in any kind of conversation. Children were the exception, generally, to his company rule, as was AVALANCHE. He wasn't going to turn any one of them away just because they wanted to say hi. he was well aware that the times between seeing them were vast. It was natural they wanted to catch up. Vincent liked them all well enough to indulge.
Ah, Vincent turned at the yell: the idiot was back. He had managed to survive his own idiocy them. Well, if he could carry a sword...Vincent frowned. That...that looked familiar in shape and style. The only person he had seen carry one was Cloud. But...hmm. Either way the guy was not demonstrating smarts. Was he really going to attack him with a child in his arms? And if he suspected him to lack morals, then why on Gaia did he think he was going to put her down if she provided the best disincentive for violence against his being? He was not, and never had been a Turk. But then his state of dress and told him that. He looked like a SOLDIER. Had to be to carry that sword. Vincent suspected who he might be, but couldn't say for sure. "I? It is you who is shouting blame and brandishing overgrown knives. I think it is far more likely you are the one to cause this, garnering mob hate to hide your guilt," Vincent didn't really believe that. He didn't seem to have the smarts for it but then, people surprised you. Turk Reno was very good at making people believe he was stupid. And Tifa was good at making people believe she was just a gusty barmaid. And Yuffie was good at making people believe she was an innocent girl just passing through - no, your stolen goods had nothing to do with her.
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Post by Zack Fair on May 5, 2012 19:46:48 GMT -5
Hacking some more, Zack gulped in some deep breathes and started over toward the rather shady character in red. Who else wore a red ripped up cape and a…what was that? A golden claw on his hand? The words of that little girl just caught in his mind. For some reason the guy…he looked familiar. Why did he look familiar? As he stormed toward him, still dragging in deep breathes, he started running names and faces through his head. Something to do with ShinRa. That he was sure of. He didn’t know of this guy from his life growing up in Gongaga. But then again, from his looks, the guy couldn’t be all that much older then what he should be by now. He then tried thinking of faces of people he’d known while a SOLDIER in ShinRa. Nothing rang a bell, yet he still thought he must have met this guy at some point in his life. Well maybe not met, but he’d seen him. How? When? It made no sense, and try as hard as he could, he couldn’t remember when or where. Maybe he was going crazy. The smoke had probably messed with his brain or something.
When he went up, perhaps accusing the guy wasn’t the best choice, but he was hot, lungs were burning, and this guy seemed like a likely person to cause trouble, what with that long hair, cape and claw. As soon as he spoke though, Zack realized that he probably shouldn’t have said it like that. Too late to take it back now, so the guy was just going to have to deal with it, or make a defense for it. When he finally spoke, Zack was taken back. Okay so perhaps accusing the guy hadn’t been such a good idea. He’d tried to turn the tables on him, but he shook his head. “Oh yeah sure, hiding my guilt behind a crowd. That’s as believe as the bull ShinRat old the world about Nibelheim after it was blown to smithereens.”
It was then that Zack noticed the little girl clinging to the man. Hesitating, he checked her up and down, trying to see if she was okay. Alright, well if the guy really had started this fire, he was either a big people person to convince the little girl that he was an alright guy –which didn’t seem likely- or he really hadn’t had anything to do with the fire. How many people just rushed in to save some poor little girl though? He didn’t know many who would risk their lives, and while he was still coughing occasionally, it seemed as if this guy was perfectly fine. “Can’t have any kid think you’re alright and be a bad guy. Alright then, if it wasn’t you, see any reason for the fire? Or did you come after?”
While he had asked the questions, his gaze had returned to the little girl, who was still clinging to the guy in red and now looking over his shoulder at Zack. With a little smile toward the girl, he winked and then asked another question, gesturing toward the little girl. “She alright? Or does she have to go to the hospital?” For a second he wondered where the mother was. He’d talked to her before hand, but the explosion might have knocked her off her feet and the wind out of her lungs. He should find her to tell her that this whatever his name was, had rescued her. “Name’s Zack, sorry for earlier,” he said graciously. He wasn’t one to be too prideful to be unable to apologize. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 772 Muse:; Good! Tagged:; Vince Location:; Burning building Outfit:; That one! Notes:; -- Listening to:; The Middle - Jimmy eat world
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Post by Vincent Valentine on May 16, 2012 18:43:16 GMT -5
Vincent regarded the black haired man warily. His opinion of him, needless to say, wasn't exactly high. Th guy had wanted to stop for a confrontation in the middle of a burning building, which to Vincent, was just plain idiotic. Of course, he probably wasn't giving the guy enough credit. He had just ran through a burning building and came away relatively unscathed. There was also the concern he held over the little girl, which was admirable for sure. He was clearly either a well covering pervert, or was a genuine good guy who was jumping to conclusions. Vincent's appearance often set people off on the wrong end of things. It couldn't be helped. It was natural to be suspicious of the guy with the golden hand.
Starting a fight here, however small a skirmish it might turn out to be, was not a smart move. These people were high on adrenalin and while they might not normally jump on a bandwagon, with the fear pumping and the survival instincts running hard they were far more likely to just believe whatever likely story that fell upon their ears. No one needed to fuel another fire that needed no lighting. Whatever had caused this fire was lost, best left to the experts to discover from the smouldering ruin of what was once a home. The smoke had been too thick and the fire too hot for Vincent to do anything but look for survivors clinging to life. It hadn't stopped him trying, initially, to see what had started the damage, but it had turned out very quickly to be an impossible task, even for him. Modified or not, there was only so much he could do.
Vincent was aware he was basically holding her with his metal hand but the girl didn't seem to mind so that was clearly calming the other man down. She wasn't fighting him, nor did she appear in any way afraid. Of course, he could hold the power of persuasion but Vincent's form of persuasion was considerably more violent and bloody. he tended to cut past the words and go straight for right between the eyes. He knew how to grab attention and he knew how to hide from it. Right now he couldn't see a way out but to engage with this man a conversation. The would be hero might be bluffing, hoping to subdue Vincent with kind words and when the kid was out the way - strike. The former Turk wouldn't put it past him. Believing your own lies was a skill all talented liars accomplished.
He was relenting for now whatever his intentions were of later. Vincent felt slightly reassured that even if the was faking it, which he was ninety nine per cent sure he wasn't, that he had the sense not to get children or civilians involved in what could potentially be a gruelling fight. The young man was highly capable, probably SOLDIER if not another faction of Shinra, or an experiment, judging by the way he spat the word. H would be no friend if he discovered his Turk past. Even people who didn't hate Shinra (and those were few) found a way to hate the Turks. They had good reason to so Vincent didn't blame them. They were slightly misinformed about the humanity of them though. A lot of them were decent people when they weren't playing to Shinra's tune. At least they had been in his day. Verdot had bred decency and honour where he could. as long as you stuck to your primary objective, Verdot could understand deviancies from the mission. Though, by the looks of things, he was both more and less tolerant than Tseng. They both had their quirks. "Don't know," Vincent replied. "Pretty big. The new power source hasn't been set up in this grid yet either," he replied. He could know this, working for the WRO. It was difficult to keep anything from Vincent Valentine.
The man in red felt small fingers along his left arm. He looked down to see the girl playing with a pink ribbon tied around his arm, a curious expression on her face. His sleeve must have snagged on some broken material when he was whizzing through it. "Pretty," she said. Vincent quickly quashed any ideas that she may have that ribbon with a gentle hand. "I'm keeping it for a friend," he replied which was half true. This friend would never get the pink ribbon. She wasn't supposed to. She would know, however, from her resting place that although their interactions had been brief, he had genuinely cared for her. Her sacrifice, if nothing else, had to be respected and remembered. It was a shame so few knew of what Aerith had done. But perhaps it was better this way. She wouldn't want to be a martyr or a shrine or worshipped or anything like that. She just wanted the world safe.
They were all going to have to try a little harder to keep it that way.
"Vincent," he replied. "I think that's for her mother to decide," if only he knew where she was.
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Post by Zack Fair on May 24, 2012 11:29:28 GMT -5
Nodding lightly, Zack pressed his fingers to his temple and thought about what the man had said. Okay so everything hadn’t been mapped out. Well…that wasn’t any good. Sighing, he ran a hand through his dark hair and thought about it for a moment. “Well that presents a problem. I’d like to make sure it doesn’t happen again. If the energy source is unstable it could have had something to do with it.” It was then that he realized how ridiculous they sounded. It was just a fire, it could have been anything, and yet he was treating it like a conspiracy. That was laughable really. It was probably nothing more serious then someone leaving their hair curler on, or the stove top on and then heading out to work. Yeah, probably something super simple as well as totally an accident. Yup…had to be an accident. “Could have just been an accident. Someone left something on that they shouldn’t have.” Had to be! Except…when did anything happen on accident around here? Never. Zack couldn’t remember the last fire or bad thing that had happened on accident instead of being set on fire. Things didn’t just happen accidentally around Gaia. No, usually it had something to do with Sephiroth, or ShinRa of course. Hopefully that wasn’t the case at all.
Noticing the little girl in the mans arms, Zack’s features softened. It was a damned good thing the man had been in there, and had rescued her. He felt his features tense at the thought that the little girl could have been in that building when it had exploded and collapsed. Even now the heat had gotten to him, and the urge to cough continued to come up in his throat. Still, he felt a warming of his heart seeing the man taking good care of the little child. Someone had to look out for the kids around here. Zack hated thinking of all the suffering children. Adults having to suffer…well hell, that was one thing, but kids should grow up in a family with parents that love and protect them. Yes….yes that was what was needed. None of this growing up in the slums without family or friends, living for yourself and becoming a thief story he’d heard plenty of times. Like that kid that had stolen his wallet. It wasn’t the kids fault that he’d lived in such bad circumstances, but then again, society punished kids simply for doing what they had to do. The same was true for him. Society had punished him for simply doing what was right, causing his death. It was a hard life, that was for sure. Damn hard.
He finally got a name anyway. Just a first name, but it would have to do. Nodding, Zack would have reached out to shake his hand if things hadn’t been the way they were right now, what with him holding a small child in his arms. “Alright Vincent, glad to see there’s other human beings that care in the world.” He certainly didn’t look like he cared, but Zack supposed looks could be deceiving. This man was…well, let’s just say he wasn’t the most cheerful person out there. Actually, it was quite the opposite. He looked ready to rip someone’s head off. That, he supposed, was probably because…because…well hell if he knew. Zack had never heard of a Vincent either really. As for the hospital, he nodded and turned to look as the mom came running up to them, shouting about her baby. Taking a quick step to the side to avoid the woman, who would have plowed right over him, Zack smiled and watched as she patted at her child and asked the little girl dozens of questions and seemed to be concerned about her. Well thankfully she had a concerned parent anyway, that much was for sure. That way he wouldn’t have to worry so much about the tiny slip of a girl. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 826 Muse:; Great! Tagged:; Vince Location:; Edge Outfit:; That one? Notes:; -- Listening to:; Breach Birth - Chevelle
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Post by Vincent Valentine on May 31, 2012 16:35:39 GMT -5
They were gaining ground. Zack, was turning out not to be so bad. He was easily reasoned with which was not necessarily a bad thing. However Vincent thought Zack could use a little more suspicion in his nature. People who were easily duped were the ones hurt most often. The black haired young man was again spouting opinions over matters that should be considered carefully. That mouth of his may get him into trouble one day. Guys like him usually spoke their blunder before either backtracking or were forced to follow through with their fists when the other guy didn't like what they were saying.
At least he was using his head now, thought Vincent. Some people worked best in groups, and Vincent wondered if this young man was the same. His hair jet black was stark against his pale face. He was a better colour them himself, he was sure. Had Vincent looked like that at one point? He must have, when he was young, and working for the Turks. It had been a very long time since the sun had done anything but irritate him. There was a time, he was sure, when the sun's rays had soothed him and brought him an uplift of spirits like it did for others. Now it just bothered him like a tiny fly - he wished he could swat it away but the attempt was futile.
"This section of Edge is not known for its prosperity," Vincent replied sternly. "And without the new power supply linked to this grid it is likely a candle is the culprit," Vincent replied. He could not say for sure without conclusive evidence but he did not have any. Vincent disliked such conjecture without proper proof. As the son of a scientist and as a Turk, he knew better than most that such hypothesising was a dangerous thing. One started to believe one's hypothesis was a theory, and facts began to be twisted because on already believed this fairy tale. It made him uncomfortable to discuss it like this. He doubted anyone here had anything to do with it, but one could not be sure. it was not their job to do what the authorities should be doing. There was being a good Samaritan, and there was being interfering and borderline vigilante. Funny, wasn't he already one through his allegiance with Avalanche? Once upon a time he would have been smiting those that dared to stand against Shinra. Back then though, no one knew the truth of about what Mako was doing to the Planet. Back then, the reality that Mako was condensed life stream was a fact kept silent between the scientists who made the reactors work.
Zack's attention was back on the little girl. To be honest it really wasn't a hardship to hold her for a while. Vincent liked children. He loved them dearly. They were sweet and beautiful and terrifying when they weren't been tear aways whom everyone wanted to shake violently and scream at them to behave. Children were difficult creatures, Vincent knew, and he did not understand them in the slightest. The very thought of them was terrifying but this, this saving thing and comfort without words he could do. Vincent was glad that so far a she was low maintenance.
In the end, Vincent was glad to be rid of the little girl who was bundled into the arms of her grateful mother. He was glad she still had family. Too many lost parts or all of their family from smoke inhalation. She would not be alone, nor would she be forced to enter an orphanage which was probably the most heart breaking place in the entire world. Now that she was with her family his work here was done. there was nothing keeping him here for there was no reason to linger. He couldn't put out this fire and the emergency services would be here soon. Probably the police too whom Vincent wanted nothing to do with. He did not want to have to bother with being asked questions he didn't know the answers too and have people decide he was already guilty before they had all the facts. He looked menacing.
"I was just passing," which was half true. It wasn't so much that he cared but there were others who did and he had the means and the ability to do something about the people trapped inside. He didn't care what people thought about him, not entirely, but when it came to Avalanche he found himself liking their approval. He would scatter it to the wind if he had to, but he wouldn't unless that was necessary. They were a comfort in the long dark. They wouldn't have liked it if they got word he was nearby and ignored it.
Vincent looked at the pink ribbon around his arm and saw it was singed around the edges. He pulled it from his arm and held it in his hand for a moment assessing the damage. He sighed. He would need a new one. Perhaps Tifa had one. He had been going there anyway. Vincent turned, preparing to walk away from the scene.
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Post by Zack Fair on Jun 1, 2012 20:09:07 GMT -5
Zack sighed and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. This hadn’t exactly been the way he’d imagined his day when he had woken up this morning. He hadn’t added a fire, building practically collapsing on him, or a surly black haired vampire, but hey, that was the way life went sometimes. He’d much rather be inside his and Kunsel’s shop telling people which weapon was the best, or in Seventh Heaven, wooing Tifa, but that wasn’t working out so well for him today either. Coughing once more to clear his lungs, Zack rubbed his face with his hand, lost as to how to help this situation. As he watched sirens began to sound a moment before a fire truck came rumbling up. Watching the lights as they swirled around, Zack crossed his arms and cocked a head to the side, looking as the truck backed up and men poured out to put an end to the flames that were still licking at the ruble of the building, shouting to know what happened. His head hurt, that just added to it. Grunting, he worked his jaw and then once more looked at the ruble, hoping no one else had escaped their notice and was still stuck somewhere in there, burning alive.
“Alright, well it could have been anything. I just hope it was an accident and not some terrible plotted something or other.” Zack didn’t know what to believe about it. Honestly, he wondered why such an inconsequential building would have been targeted, but then again, he didn’t have a clue how the minds of people went. Where had this world gone? Growing up he’d thought it was a fairly decent place. Gongaga had had its faults of course, but Zack had grown up in a protected place, with a loving family. The outside world had shocked him, but he had adapted…hadn’t he? No, he would never adapt to this. If he could, Zack would once again live in a little place like Gongaga, where you knew the names of everyone in the town, and everyone knew your family, your families family, all your history. That was the way he liked things. Once a country boy, always a country boy, or so he had determined.
Well their meeting was to a close. Nodding at him as sort of a ‘see ya around’ sort of way, Zack was then blind sighted by seeing a ribbon that matched Tifa and Cloud’s ribbon. As he went to walk away Zack recovered. “Yo Vince! Hold up a minute, would ya?” Quickening his pace toward him, Zack stopped him with a hand on his arm, reaching out toward the hand that held the ribbon. “The hell did you get this from? Tifa and Cloud have ones just like it on their arms,” he stated quietly, glancing at the dark man that was standing beside him. “Do ya know them?” Always curious, Zack wondered if he was beside a man that was a friend of his friends. Well that would be…a small world. Small despite being in more of a big city.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Jun 18, 2012 16:45:21 GMT -5
All he had wanted to do was visit Tifa. that apparently was much of an ordeal. His intention had been to have a quiet chat with an old friend before leaving to do his 'mysterious' business in a bluster of red. Or, as Vincent saw it, going back to work for the WRO after that short break. Mostly he was in touch with Yuffie, who as co Head of the Espionage Unit was responsible to various tasks which occasionally overlapped with his own. Vincent tried to keep their duties different and separate duties so they can get more done. He believed in efficiency.
Vincent kept his thoughts to himself as zack continued to discuss the fire. vincent was already moving on from the incident. The emergency services would deal with it. As private citizens it was not their duty to stick their nose into it. Yes, saving lives was a good duty to humanity and to oneself but beyond that...it got messy very quickly. Vincent did enough snooping on the behalf of the WRO. If Reeve wanted him to investigate this fire then he would, or assign it to someone in the Espionage Unit. However he found it unlikely. Now that the event was over and Vincent was sure there was no one else in side he was going to continue on his way.
There was no more point in talking about the fire. He had noticed young, energetic people had the tendency to procrastinate. They had this need to go on and on and on about it, puzzling it out with words instead of internal thoughts. There were some things in life that were a mystery and you could never puzzle it out. That was the way life worked. People like him always needed an answer, preferably in detail. They just couldn't let things go. An sometimes that was a good thing. Some things needed being dug into. But this wasn't one of them.
Vincent winced as Zack called him Vince. He really hate that. The only person he really allowed to call him that was Yuffie, if only because she got worse if he tried to prevent her from doing it. On the whole though she did call him by his proper name so it wasn't so bad. However this man he didn't know. All he had was a name and the knowledge he was probably not just any Zack but Cloud's Zack which meant Vincent should probably let it go. The guy is the Soldier who influenced Cloud's personality. He was a good guy from what Vincent could gather so he was going to leave his irritation to himself.
The ribbon was still in his hand, carrying it as he walked. "We started to wear them after Aerith died," Vincent replied. "I'm a member of Avalanche," He said. "I'm heading to Tifa's now," he said.
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Post by Zack Fair on Jun 26, 2012 18:00:32 GMT -5
Still standing there, Zack finally decided to follow Vince as he walked away. Hell, he was curious now, wondering why he had the same ribbon that Tifa and Cloud had on their arms. Of course, Zack had been wondering about the pink ribbon, but he had always forgot to ask. Now he really did wonder why they were wearing ones on their arm. Did it mean something? Something special? Well whatever it was, he was curious. He actually wondered if the silent man was going to tell him, or stop. Either one would be lovely. Clearing his throat, Zack followed him, hoping that he would stop and explain. If not, what was he supposed to do? It wasn’t like he could tackle the guy into the ground and demand that he was told. So…if he didn’t answer him then he was stuck. Oh well, if he couldn’t get answers from the grump, then he could always hit up Cloud or Tifa about it. They would be more likely to tell him anyway. Despite that, like the puppy he was, Zack followed the guy, cracking his fingers as he did so.
Yet the man surprised him. Raising an eyebrow when his late girlfriend was mentioned, Zack crossed his arms over her chest and thought about it. Aerith had been the last ancient, so of course she would have been with the group that would have been trying to defy Sephiroth. Did that meant that Vincent had been in the same group? Pondering the thought, Zack was given the answer a moment later. Patience did wonderful things. A member of AVALANCHE…it was all coming together. “Oooooohhhhh, I see now,” he said triumphantly, grinning to himself, happy that he had figured this whole thing out. He’d seen Aerith since she had returned, but he was wondering if this man knew that she come back life. Probably not-…well, one never knew. All Zack knew was that she seemed overly concerned about finding Cloud, and no one else. Hell, she had hidden from him back in the church when he had figured out she was alive. Why on Gaia would she do that? It didn’t make sense, but oh well.
Thinking back to the circumstances around what had happened all those years ago, Zack finally ended up thinking about dragging Cloud’s ass all through Gaia to try and save them both from death. It hadn’t worked out so well for him-…why did this man remind him of the ShinRa mansion? Glancing over at the man, Zack pondered a little bit more about it, matching the strides of the man. Going to Tifa’s now? “Well great, I was headed in that direction as well,” he mentioned absent mindedly, still wondering about why this man made him think of the ShinRa mansion. Not a SOLDIER, not a Turk…at least that he could remember. So that left….well what on Gaia…where would he know him from? Gongaga? No. Missions? No-…well…wait a second. Wait a second…
Shinra. Somehow. He was tied up with ShinRa. Scratching his head, Zack kept stride with him and finally it clicked. ShinRa! ShinRa mansion? Something…something with the ShinRa mansion. What…what could it be? Except…”I’ve got it!”, he finally exclaimed. “ShinRa mansion. You were the guy in that coffi-…woooah, dude, were you the one sleeping in that coffin?”
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Jun 27, 2012 9:28:44 GMT -5
Vincent was glad they were done talking about the fire. There was only so much one could say about it before the topic became redundant. There was no new information, no new circumstances or incidents and so there was no more to be done. The authorities, such as they were, would take care of it. Vincent was not going to stick around for those questions.
Although his presence would undoubtedly come up Vincent was not worried. Talk of a black haired man in a red cape with a metal claw was distinctive enough but Vincent was used to being unseen. He could go unnoticed, surprisingly, if he so wished. It was a skill he utilised the most often. And if people were looking for him he simply did not show his pale, half covered face. He had no wish to drag up whatever the police would drag up. He doubted they would discover he was a thirty year old Turk but he wasn’t about to take his chances. Shinra and the Turks were not well liked. Even the WRO had enemies. It was not common knowledge Vincent Valentine had been a part of either.
As he walked away Cloud’s old friend shouted to him. The other black haired man began walking with him which was fine. There was no law to say one man could not walk beside another. Vincent treally wasn’t bothered that much even if he had managed to shoot what looked like a sly glare his way. The necessity of being alone for Vincent was not often heeded by others. Over the years he had become accustomed to his wishes being ignored. They meant well, or at least Avalanche did so what exactly did he have to complain about? It had been a very long time since anyone felt it necessary to worry over his heart or body. He appreciated the uneeded but touching concern. It reminded him to be nice.
Vincent stopped altogether when Zack asked if he was the one in the coffin. Interesting. That meant Zack had once had the option and opportunity to wake him up but had chosen not to. Of all the people to have come across him it was this excitable, do good, speak first ex-soldier and he was the one not to say or do anything. The one with the mouth and he didn’t wake him up. Huh. Vincent decided it was probably a good idea to rearrange his opinion of Zack Fair. Not that he wasn’t giving the guy a chance. He was because he was allowing him to stick around despite having already irritated him twice. He was doing it because of Cloud. There had to be a good reason they were friends. Cloud tended not to get chummy with morons. ”Why didn’t you wake me up?” Vincent asked. It answered Zack’s question that yes, it was he who was asleep in the coffin and he wanted to know why. Was there not time to poke the bear with a stick? Or was it another reason? Because if you were doting around there with the coffins then you tended to have a bit of time on your hands. Well, it was easy to take a wrong turn, Vincent supposed. Shinra Mansion wasn’t the easiest of places to navigate.
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