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Midgar
Aug 26, 2006 19:15:22 GMT -5
Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Aug 26, 2006 19:15:22 GMT -5
Great. He had to go and stick my name in there.
Riaan sighed and leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees. "I'm still here, Brieze." A glance towards Rayne. "And, for once, I seem to be the least pessimistic person here." Another sigh. "Hang on, buddy. If you kick the bucket, who'll be there when I try to bite it in a dark alley?"
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Midgar
Aug 28, 2006 13:13:08 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Aug 28, 2006 13:13:08 GMT -5
Rayne's words cut deep. He was no coward, he did not fear death, but he did not desire it. And who would be there for Riaan to make sure he doesn't get himself killed by bikers?
Strong focus on what I want. What do I want. An image flashed in his mind. It was of a beach, and there was a woman standing on it, facing the ocean in front of her. Her hair was short and dark, and her build slim and sturdy. She turned and smiled at him, but the sun was in his eyes, so he couldn't see much of her face, just the loving smile. Then he realized what he was wanting from this world. Someone to share it with. Someone to love and be loved with. He wanted the warmth and comfort of compainionship that comes with it. And he didn't want to be alone anymore.
Brieze closed his eyes, and fought the fuzziness out of his mind. It was slowing, but not retreating. He took a sip of the liquid on his lips, and it was terrible. He almost spit it uot, but he forced the burning drink down his throat. The stuff gave him some strenght, and the Fuzziness backed off some.
Cloud burst in with the box of Materia, and ran over to Brieze. He was on the floor, and Rayne was over him, giving him insults to make him fight harder. Now all he needed was a baby tear. He looked at Brieze's face, and thought about how he was created. Being cloned off of Jenova's cells would make him around... seven. Cloud brushed his glove across Brieze's face, and some moisture stuck to it. He put the Materia on his face, where the tears were the most, and gently pressed it in until it dissolved. Brieze's face relaxed.
"Did it work? How long does it take?"
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Midgar
Sept 1, 2006 13:22:03 GMT -5
Post by sithhunter on Sept 1, 2006 13:22:03 GMT -5
((Sorry i dident post for so long....i missed to dang much!!!)) Raptor landed and ran through the doors just as cloud cured breeze. He sgihed and said "I'm sorry breeze but that wont last...as long as you hope.It will stay cured for mabey a month...thats it, nothing will permanantly cure you short of a miricale....wait a sec...." Raptor smiled and pulled out his phone and dialed a few numbers. Its time to call an old freind.
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Midgar
Sept 1, 2006 13:37:12 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Sept 1, 2006 13:37:12 GMT -5
The pounding in Brieze's head cleared, and the fuzziness blasted away. He faintly heard Raptor saying this won't last long, maybe a few weeks, at best, is what he could make out. He sat up, and fell back, not with pain, but from pure exhaustion. Rayne's idea had worked, for now. Despite his positition, he couldn't help but smile. The Materia in his body had given him more control over 95, and he felt better than he had in years.
"So, what now?"
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Tifa and Cloud looked at each other, and nodded. Tifa walked back from the bar and kneeled next to Brieze's head. "You say this is not only a physical illness, but a mental one as well. I think you should go to Wutai, where there are learned mind healers, who might give you some more time. I have a friend there who could look after you. Just say Tifa sent you, and you'll be just fine. All your friends can come, I have a little pull over there, so they'll be ok."
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Brieze thought a minute, then nodded. It had been a while since his last vacation, and he should enjoy his last year on the planet. Annd Riaan needed to get out of his hole. Rayne also looked cooped up. Wasn't sure about Raptor, though.
"So, guys, ready for one last trip?"
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Midgar
Sept 1, 2006 13:45:26 GMT -5
Post by sithhunter on Sept 1, 2006 13:45:26 GMT -5
Raptor looked at breeze and said "I have a freind that will meet you at the village. You will know him by his big red hair and he's as strange as me." Raptor turned and walked to the door "I must leave for now i have questions...questions that need answering."With that raptor opened up a portal on the door and stepped thorugh.
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Midgar
Sept 1, 2006 13:51:21 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Sept 1, 2006 13:51:21 GMT -5
Well, so much for Raptor joining. Brieze couldn't help but wonder, what were the questions?
"Riaan? Rayne? How 'bout you guys?"
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Midgar
Sept 2, 2006 19:05:34 GMT -5
Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Sept 2, 2006 19:05:34 GMT -5
"Wutai? I dunno, man..." He ran a hand through his hair, momentarily forgetting it was tied back, and took an extra moment to extract it from the tangle and smooth everything back into a tail before continuing. "I'm kind've a city guy..."
One without much of a job.... enough money to pay for gas for my bike for a little while, at least... what could it hurt?"
"But someone's gotta watch your back while you're falling over, and since fly-boy just went poof through the door, I guess it'll have to be me."
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Midgar
Sept 3, 2006 10:41:50 GMT -5
Post by Padawan Yakhana Skie on Sept 3, 2006 10:41:50 GMT -5
"I don't care." Raynes voice was shallow and soft. She wanted to go home. Go back to her mother and her "friends". To the place she knew by heart. Zanarkand. But either, it's too far away or it's no longer there. This is a totally new world. She wouldn't be suprised if it was truly gone. "Go where you need to go Brieze. Follow your feelings. That should lead us to the right place."
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Midgar
Sept 4, 2006 11:52:23 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Sept 4, 2006 11:52:23 GMT -5
((Your char's from Zanarkand? Cool! BlitzBall!))
"Thanks, guys. The only problem, is of course, money. Hmm."
Brize then got an idea.
Brieze flipped out his cell, and dialed his boss. WHen his secretary picked up, he could hear yelling in the background. He told her his idea.
"Boss is in a mood today, you sure you want to ask him? Fine, you were always one to run into the fire."
There was a click, a delay, then he heard the angry voice of the publisher of Midgar's Morning.
"What now, Brieze? I've got a load of work to do, and you're behind!"
"Sir, I have a scoop. You've heard of Wutai, and the disturbances there? I heard the Daily Word had sent thier best photogarpher to get the story. You want them to scoop you sir? Don't shout, please! I know you don't! Here's my idea, send me and my crew over there, and we'd get the scoop for the Morning. Yes, sir. Yes. I understand, sir. Yes, sir, that is a good idea you thought up. Very good, sir."
Brieze closed the call, and looked up at Rayne and Riaan. "We're being flown in by helicopter to Wutai to outscoop the Word. You guys are going to be my 'crew'."
A whirring of blades were heard from above the building.
"Guess boss really wants that scoop. Let's go."
With some difficulty, Brieze stood, and Tifa escorted him up the stiars to the roof.
"Remember what I said, once you get there, say Tifa sent you, and you'll do just fine."
Brieze nodded thanks, and walked into the copter and took a seat by the window at the far side.
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Midgar
Sept 6, 2006 20:24:35 GMT -5
Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Sept 6, 2006 20:24:35 GMT -5
It felt strange, for some reason, to have a purpose for doing anything.
Riaan followed silently behind Brieze and Tifa, occupied so completely with his own thoughts that he didn't realize they were at the helicopter until he'd nearly run into it.
The chopper itself was on the roof, which to Riaan was a bit of a revelation in itself. He didn't remember walking up any stairs.
Frankly, his own state of mind somewhat unnerved him. Paranoia pretty much sucked, big time. A person that lives his whole life glancing over his shoulder, always expecting the worst of everyone, doesn't have the luxury of being lost in thought. Of course, he does have the semi-convenient luxury of never being disappointed with life, since someone who expects the worst of everything can only ever be pleasantly surprised.
Though there is a bit of something to say for a happy-go-lucky kind of life...
He pulled himself up into an unoccupied seat, strapped himself in, and layed the shotgun he had picked up from his house earlier in the day across his knees. The rifle that he would have still hung on its rack by the door in his appartment, along with the extra ammo he knew he would need if anything extraordinary happened. He'd also left his bike, parked in a discreet place behind Tifa's bar. The feeling that he'd probably need both of them refused to leave, as much as he tried to forget it.
Which was disconcerting.
And added to all that, despite his reservations, his mind kept wandering. While he had been working, it had mostly served to pass the time. Work, not his mind. He had never made enough money to work for that reason. And he didn't love his job, by any means.
Nights he spent awake. Those long nights that sleep avoided him he spent thinking. A dangerous pastime, thinking. His thoughts nearly always tended to drift to the past - memories neither joyful, nor particularly sorrowful. Just purposeless. Riaan Bek had never had purpose. Never been going anywhere. Dead-end jobs, short-term relationships, and broken promises were all the legacy he had left behind.
Not much to be proud of, really.
So having something of a purpose seemed somehow awkward. Like walking after years spent bedridden. The shift changes everything. Suddenly everything is made more difficult. The ground is farther away. Your accomplishments are greater, but from such heights you have much, much farther to fall.
So ran Riaan's thoughts as he sat, staring out a small window at a grey sky, and a slightly less meager future than before.
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Midgar
Sept 7, 2006 5:36:21 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Sept 7, 2006 5:36:21 GMT -5
Brieze sat in the copter uncomfortably. He didn't mind a trip in it, it was he was terrified of hieghts. Standing on a chair freaked him out. Now he would be millions of chair lengths high. He shifted to allow Riaan more room as he sat, and noticed the shotgun.
Brieze hated guns, though he wouldn't say it aloud. Guns were a quick way to end life from a distance, and gave no honor to the victim. And it was a gun's bullet that killed...
Brieze shook his head to discontinue the line of thought. Riaan had a collection of guns to protect himself because he couldn't fight. He had perfect reason to have one, and Brieze was in no place to question that.
The pilot looked back, anxious to get off the ground, and Brieze signaled that one more person was coming. Hopefully.
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Midgar
Sept 12, 2006 4:30:03 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Sept 12, 2006 4:30:03 GMT -5
((Y, we are going to assume you have joined us, and we are taking off to Wutai.))
Brieze signaled to the pilot that all was aboard, and he took off. Brieze wrenched his gut to keep himself from throwing up with air sickness. He never was one for flying, hieghts, or anthing that involved being three feet above the ground.
The Helicopter banked and flew to Wutai, carrying two passengers, and a sick Brieze.
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