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timeandtides_backupCharacters: Denzel, Tifa, Cloud, Shelke and Eiko
Progress: Complete
Summary: Making his way to Treno
Location: Between Midgar and Treno
Date: January 1804
Warnings: None; other than a little pain
Denzel stared down at his Skyphone for a long time after his switched it off. Treno? He knew what direction to go in, which was a good start; but he wasn’t sure how long the journey would take or what he would meet along the way. He crouched down, emptying out the contents of his pockets – a piece of string, a few marbles, 3 gil, half a chocolate bar and a bottle top. All the things an eight-year-old boy needed for an adventure, except, of course, for a weapon.
He stuffed his belongings back into his pocket, as well as a handful of pebbles. He then pushed himself to his feet and exited the remains of the church, looking around in the moss and rubble for anything of use. Eventually, he curled his hand around a long, rusted, metal rod, freeing it from the debris. It wasn’t much, but it would work.
Weapon in hand, he gave the fallen Midgar ruins one last solemn glance before heading out. “Right… Treno…” He let out a sigh, looking up at the darkened sky. “I’ll see you soon… Cloud.” He began to jog along the plains towards the ominously dark city in the distance. It was darker and more miserable looking than his own Midgar. Where was the sun? Maybe it was night already?
He stayed in the shadow of the surrounding mountains as much as he was able to, not wanting to run into any unknown fiends. However, his luck soon ran out when he stumbled – quite literally – upon a Mandragora. A surprised gasp escaped him and his grip of that metal rod tightened as he struck the oversized vegetable with teeth over the head. He pushed himself to his feet and began to run as fast as his legs would carry him.
He ran, and ran, not pausing until he was inside the gates of Treno. Once safe, he slid down the wall, chest heaving as he panted hard, trying to catching his breath. As he began to calm down he was gripped by a sudden pain from both his head and his arm, causing him to double over, whimpering through gritted teeth. Blackness dripped from his wounds, damping the cobble stones beneath him. He had never had an attack of his stigma this bad.
Progress: Complete
Summary: Making his way to Treno
Location: Between Midgar and Treno
Date: January 1804
Warnings: None; other than a little pain
Denzel stared down at his Skyphone for a long time after his switched it off. Treno? He knew what direction to go in, which was a good start; but he wasn’t sure how long the journey would take or what he would meet along the way. He crouched down, emptying out the contents of his pockets – a piece of string, a few marbles, 3 gil, half a chocolate bar and a bottle top. All the things an eight-year-old boy needed for an adventure, except, of course, for a weapon.
He stuffed his belongings back into his pocket, as well as a handful of pebbles. He then pushed himself to his feet and exited the remains of the church, looking around in the moss and rubble for anything of use. Eventually, he curled his hand around a long, rusted, metal rod, freeing it from the debris. It wasn’t much, but it would work.
Weapon in hand, he gave the fallen Midgar ruins one last solemn glance before heading out. “Right… Treno…” He let out a sigh, looking up at the darkened sky. “I’ll see you soon… Cloud.” He began to jog along the plains towards the ominously dark city in the distance. It was darker and more miserable looking than his own Midgar. Where was the sun? Maybe it was night already?
He stayed in the shadow of the surrounding mountains as much as he was able to, not wanting to run into any unknown fiends. However, his luck soon ran out when he stumbled – quite literally – upon a Mandragora. A surprised gasp escaped him and his grip of that metal rod tightened as he struck the oversized vegetable with teeth over the head. He pushed himself to his feet and began to run as fast as his legs would carry him.
He ran, and ran, not pausing until he was inside the gates of Treno. Once safe, he slid down the wall, chest heaving as he panted hard, trying to catching his breath. As he began to calm down he was gripped by a sudden pain from both his head and his arm, causing him to double over, whimpering through gritted teeth. Blackness dripped from his wounds, damping the cobble stones beneath him. He had never had an attack of his stigma this bad.
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Date: 2010-01-11 02:08 am (UTC)"Don't be mean to ladies, Denzel. She was playing," he muttered to his son, his eyes on the girl with the horn.
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Date: 2010-01-11 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-11 02:43 am (UTC)"So. Are we off now?"
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Date: 2010-01-11 03:04 am (UTC)"I don't think it worked," she said softly, probably not loud enough for anyone but Tifa to hear. She missed most of the antics between Eiko and Denzel, though by the time Eiko was tickling him, she had half-turned, a bit more sure of herself on her feet...though she's still grateful for Tifa's arms.
"It seems unnecessary to stay," she admitted reluctantly.
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Date: 2010-01-11 07:14 am (UTC)"Eidolons? What are they? I didn't mean to poke your special ear..." He curled an arm around Cloud, fully intent on staying right there in his arm, at least until that tickling started.
He wriggled out of the man's arm and ran ahead, trying to get away from those tickling fingers.
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Date: 2010-01-11 08:49 pm (UTC)He was stern. Perhaps harsher than he really needed to be but Cloud wanted to just have Denzel and Shelke well again. He wasn't going to wait around. Besides, he never was the best with children. More often than not, back home, it had seemed like Marlene was the adult and he was the child. Especially when she lectured him. Sometimes, Cloud could see both Aerith and Tifa in that little girl.
Stepping away, he looked to Shelke and Tifa. "Let's go. There's no point in waiting."
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Date: 2010-01-11 10:13 pm (UTC)The mention of leaving got her interest though. "You're going to the Iifa Tree?" She'd been paying close attention. "There's nothing there but Mist. And Guadosalam now, but that wasn't there before."
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Date: 2010-01-12 01:16 am (UTC)"That's not all there is, Eiko, at least according to Aerith. The Lifestream is supposed to be there. It's the only chance we have left."