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Desert
Jul 27, 2006 17:32:48 GMT -5
Post by sithhunter on Jul 27, 2006 17:32:48 GMT -5
"She dident tell you bescase it would have made the pain worse....the lady wh shot at you....she never missed her...she was aiming for you...the only thing worse than a dead creta is a broken creta....she took that bullet for you."
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Jul 27, 2006 17:59:38 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Jul 27, 2006 17:59:38 GMT -5
"Well," he took deep breaths to try to let the memories of Marene flow out. "Why did she need a Gaurdian? Was she in trouble?"
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Desert
Jul 27, 2006 18:40:36 GMT -5
Post by sithhunter on Jul 27, 2006 18:40:36 GMT -5
"All creta are they are being hunted down by...who knows who?"
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Jul 31, 2006 10:52:05 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Jul 31, 2006 10:52:05 GMT -5
"So, what happens now? Almost all of the Creta are dead or killed, so what can I, or any one do?"
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Aug 1, 2006 12:15:33 GMT -5
Post by sithhunter on Aug 1, 2006 12:15:33 GMT -5
"Well you can resist your evil....or give into it either way they will come...."
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Desert
Aug 1, 2006 12:17:03 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Aug 1, 2006 12:17:03 GMT -5
"Who's 'they?'"
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Aug 1, 2006 12:20:11 GMT -5
Post by sithhunter on Aug 1, 2006 12:20:11 GMT -5
Raptor sat down and sighed "THEY." Raptor said with obvious venom in it...."The one's who gave into there darkness....each one of them had one creta gaurdian helping the good side...in each person....and thats how they were killed...and i am helping your good side from your evil.....and i dont know who will win."
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Desert
Aug 1, 2006 12:21:30 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Aug 1, 2006 12:21:30 GMT -5
"You mean, this is more than just... 95-XE getting loose?"
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Aug 1, 2006 12:23:12 GMT -5
Post by sithhunter on Aug 1, 2006 12:23:12 GMT -5
"A hell of a lot more...if he gets lose and defeats you and takes your body over....he will join the other 11 and complet the circle of the twelve in darkness....even i may not be able to stop them...at all."
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Aug 1, 2006 12:30:21 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Aug 1, 2006 12:30:21 GMT -5
"He's been getting stronger every time we meet, while I've been getting weaker, and he knows this. He thinks it's inevitable. I hate to admit it, but it looks like it."
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Desert
Aug 1, 2006 13:08:20 GMT -5
Post by sithhunter on Aug 1, 2006 13:08:20 GMT -5
"Well then if ya cant beat him...tame him."
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Desert
Aug 2, 2006 17:21:00 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Aug 2, 2006 17:21:00 GMT -5
"Tame? He's got more strenght in mind and body than an ancient Forgotten City tree. How do you tame that?"
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Aug 2, 2006 17:24:20 GMT -5
Post by sithhunter on Aug 2, 2006 17:24:20 GMT -5
"You get him to see your side of things.....or well....you'll know when you need to." Raptor stood up and walked away.
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Aug 3, 2006 10:39:32 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Aug 3, 2006 10:39:32 GMT -5
Brieze sat in the dirt for a second, thinking.
I knew I had issues, but I'd be able to cause or prevent the end of everything? This is deep. Gotta talk to Tifa about this.
He stood, brushed himself off and walked over to Riaan.
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Aug 3, 2006 22:47:04 GMT -5
Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Aug 3, 2006 22:47:04 GMT -5
Who was currently drawing pictures in the dusty ground with his boot. He was a fidgety sort of guy, so that sort of thing worked for him. Plus, he really had absolutely no idea what was going on. Something about some sort of weirdo in Brieze's head. And people think I have issues. Pff. He'd totally lost himself in the conversation, so he was making the best of his time standing around and drawing circles in the dirt.
Good times.
He looked up from his art as Brieze approached, and scuffed the circles out. He was perfectly happy being a weirdo in private.
"I hate to ask," Riaan began, with that tone that totally betrays the lack of truth to the statement, "but can somebody please tell me what in the hell is going on?" Well, he thought. Nothing better than a little subtlety. Heh.
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Aug 7, 2006 9:13:40 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Aug 7, 2006 9:13:40 GMT -5
Brieze tried to sum it all up.
"Shin-ra wants me dead at any cost, Raptor's some sort of uber-guardian to some sort of race of almost-extinct females, and my alter-ego, 95, is trying to control my body to end the world. in other words, we're all screwed."
Brieze looked at the freshly distubed dirt, but didn't comment on it.
"I took a picture of the Bahamut, so I can publish a story against Shin-Ra tomorrow. I need to unwind, so who's up for some drinks?"
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Aug 8, 2006 10:34:20 GMT -5
Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Aug 8, 2006 10:34:20 GMT -5
Drinks... "Huh."
It all seemed on the slightly awkward side of dramatic. But wasn't that how all of these things went, anyway? Nothing was ever clean-cut and simple. The tempting thing to do was to pat Brieze on the back (which seemed like a strange idea, anyway), tell him to have a nice time of it, and walk back to his bike and take off. Funny thing about how the world works is that nice, clean-cut solutions like that never actually seem to turn out quite how you planned...
Riaan shrugged his jacket off and folded it under his arm, mostly just for something to do with his hands, and shook his head. "Well, since I'm probably not going to be going back to work, today... I want to see your pictures of the beastie that ruined my next chance for a paycheck."
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Aug 9, 2006 10:16:39 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Aug 9, 2006 10:16:39 GMT -5
"I can use the bathroom in the bar as a darkroom while we're waiting for our drinks. I'll probably be done before they arrive, by the way service is nowadays. Go to the Seventh Heaven in sector 4, I'll be working on the film there."
Breize tucked away his camera and entered his "realm." He began at a brisk trot, and ended up in an all out run. It felt good to run, just to flush out the worries, and focus on lifting and pushing down his legs.
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Aug 11, 2006 18:48:17 GMT -5
Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Aug 11, 2006 18:48:17 GMT -5
Riaan watched Brieze take off, or whatever it was he was doing, and blinked a couple times for effect. "Neat trick," he muttered to no one in particular, and then glanced down at the coat in his hands. He had no idea what it was doing there.
So he cleared his throat, scuffed the rest of his dust-art to oblivion, and walked slowly to his bike. Since it was only about ten feet away, it seemed a waste of energy to hurry. He slid back into his jacket, grabbed the pair of riding glasses from where he'd left them hanging from the handgrips, and kicked the bike into gear. It rumbled to life with a satisfying growl, and Riaan didn't look back as he took off across the sandy expanse toward Midgar.
«to Midgar goes I...«
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Aug 23, 2006 17:52:46 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Aug 23, 2006 17:52:46 GMT -5
Cloud looks at the Buster on the ground a moment before taking it by the handle, and pulling it out. The rust had covered it all over, and dirt had cacked on the tip. He swung it around, listening to the air whistling, and set it back in the ground. His best friend gave his life here to save him, and he wasn't about to forget it. Then something caught his attention. A spec of dust in the air. Moving fast, very fast. It began to grow, and it became a human with fire brimming no its tips.
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