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chaoticreverie) wrote in starfishbucks2012-11-09 12:45 am
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Character: Vincent Valentine
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Player Name: Aine
[Bright. It was his first thought as Vincent squinted into the blue above. His boots filled with water and his gun in his hand, he must have been taken in the middle of a fight. Why am I wet? Sitting up with a muted groan, he checked himself for the rest of his things; Bullets, Materia...all here. The question was, where was here? The streets were moderately crowded and clean, the buildings orderly. It seemed peaceful enough. Too peaceful in fact, for the passersby all around him to not be startled by the sudden appearance of a stranger with a gun. Odd...was this a dream?
A quick featherlight brought him to a standing position, allowing him to fully appreciate how wet he was. This must be how a cat feels after a bath. Will power alone stayed his hand from ripping the headband he wore from his forehead and wringing it out. Cerberus looked as though it would not suffer any permanent damage, but a cleaning would be needed or rust would set in soon enough. Time to find some information. If he was going to figure out how he got here and why, he was going to need some answers. And a map.]
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Player Name: Aine
[Bright. It was his first thought as Vincent squinted into the blue above. His boots filled with water and his gun in his hand, he must have been taken in the middle of a fight. Why am I wet? Sitting up with a muted groan, he checked himself for the rest of his things; Bullets, Materia...all here. The question was, where was here? The streets were moderately crowded and clean, the buildings orderly. It seemed peaceful enough. Too peaceful in fact, for the passersby all around him to not be startled by the sudden appearance of a stranger with a gun. Odd...was this a dream?
A quick featherlight brought him to a standing position, allowing him to fully appreciate how wet he was. This must be how a cat feels after a bath. Will power alone stayed his hand from ripping the headband he wore from his forehead and wringing it out. Cerberus looked as though it would not suffer any permanent damage, but a cleaning would be needed or rust would set in soon enough. Time to find some information. If he was going to figure out how he got here and why, he was going to need some answers. And a map.]
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It was selfish, she knew that and she regretted it. But she couldn't act on her feelings back then, she couldn't save anyone, ShinRa had tied her hands behind her back and Hojo pinned her to a wall.
Vincent had been all that stood between her and him and when he was finally gone... there was nothing left. They took her child, they took her life and lastly... they took his. She manages to sit up slowly , dressed all in white, like some sort of strange goddess or greek statue come to life (which is a bit silly in itself). Though, these clothes... they were meant to be the ones she'd be buried in.
Almost like the wedding day she'd never had... except in reverse. Which why she manages to stand, gripping onto the side of a wall not far from him -- when she sees him she freezes. Her heart pounds, her mouth is dry, she can't think of anything to say (much less do) because of everything that happened.
What could she say now to possibly offer comfort? What could she do to make it better? Nothing. She'd destroyed him, destroyed everything she touched and now even though she could truly say she was sorry -- even then those words didn't want to come past her lips.]
Vincent.
[She manages that much, at least, but she doesn't run to embrace him and she's none too happy that she's actually alive.]
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Taking a single step towards her, he extends his right hand, eyes never leaving her face. She looked terrified, confused. Terrified of him?]
Lucrecia.
[ Her name stumbled out of him, choked on his emotion as he took another step -- shortening the distance between them. If she was here, the location was meaningless. If she was here, perhaps this was the Promised Land and somehow, they both had reached it. If she was here, then he had someone to protect. It didn't matter what she wanted of him, what things may have changed between them. That fact alone would stand.]
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Even fragmented, she'd dream but she can't recall any of them now. Especially not in this body.
He'd been unwise to not hate her, he had every right and every reason. She'd killed his father because of her carelessness, she might as well have pulled the trigger on him instead of Hojo and now... She watches him with wide frightened eyes. She's every reason to be terrified but it has nothing to do with what Vincent is.]
Where... are we?
[That's all she can stupidly think to ask.
I'm sorry Vincent, I'm so sorry, for everything... it's my fault... if you blamed me I'd accept that. I'd understand. Why are you looking at me with those kind of eyes? Don't...]
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[ Only a few feet from her, he lowered his hand. The expression in her eyes beat at his heart. Her question had been simple, but it pained him a bit to not even have that answer for her.]
I don't know.
[ Giving a brief glance to their surroundings, he took them in. The clean town, the unhurried, calm citizens passing around them as if their emotional spectacle was commonplace. Looking up, he studied the deep blue overhead. It didn't look like the sky he knew. The air had a heaviness to it that he was equally unfamiliar with. It looks like...water.
Shaking his head, he brought his attention back to the wet and shivering woman in front of him. The longing to touch her -- to make sure that she was real -- was almost too much to bear. Questions chased each other through his mind, each pushing it's way to the front, only to be shunted back by another.
It was too much. There was no way to properly convey how he felt, what he wanted to say in words right now. He would have to do what he could for now, and pray that later, she would be willing to listen to the rest.]
Lucrecia...I...
[ Her look of fear hadn't wavered. Swallowing his desire, he forced himself to give her a bit of time, to adjust. ]
I'm...so glad to see you.
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Wasn't that just being a coward too? It was. She knew it. And it hurt more than she could ever express. Tears were prickling her eyes and she wasn't willing to let them spill now. She couldn't. She wouldn't allow it.
She wanted to take his hand. Honestly, she did. But she... she doesn't deserve that. She's done too much to ever deserve that sort of kindness from anyone, especially from him, so she turns away and looks up as well. It's not the sky... though she thought it was at first, too. Water...?]
I'm... [She does her best to keep her voice even and seems to fail a little, so speaks more softly and doesn't let him see her face.] I'm.... happy to see you, too.
[It's not a lie... but it's not the entire truth either -- if he really knew what was on her mind, then...
Why are you saying things like this? Do you still not understand, Vincent? You should despise me, you know what I've done, you know everything now... don't you?]
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[ Happy? Then why do you look so miserable...?
Lowering his eyes for a moment, he furrows his brows, considering the answers to himself. He understood now, why she had fragmented herself. He understood why he still lived, why Chaos lived within him. She had tried so hard to save him, help him, and blamed herself for how everything turned out. She had even left him notes and recordings to guide him. Answers to the nightmares. Did she still blame herself, even now? If so, then....
Moving his hand to gently touch her shoulder, he looked back into her face. She smelled like sea water.
It had been his mistake -- his sin -- to stand idle by. He would not do so this time -- He could not bear the pain of watching her suffer alone again. It Hojo was dead, this was a new place. Perhaps it was... A chance. To do this right. Even if he was unworthy of it. Even if a part of him wanted to hide from her -- to walk away and not trouble her any further with the burden of him.]
...You don't have to look like that. Let's find a quieter place, and then we can talk.
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She's forced to look at him now, surprised she's even been touched because... in all their dealings he'd never even accidentally brushed her shoulder in passing. She'd touched his hands when he'd been more human and he'd carried her to her bed when she'd collapsed... but that had been the extent of their physical contact.
She doesn't shy away even when she knows she should.]
It's not your fault. [She watches his face for a few fleeting seconds and then she's averting her eyes again. Her sin is greater than yours. You didn't create the monster that tried to destroy their world. You tried to stop it. Did you... manage to fully, though? ] A-ah... are you... sure that's a good idea? I...
I'm...
[Words are starting to fail her and she's blinking rapidly to try and hide the fact she's trying not to cry.]
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He recognizes the way her eyes flutter; The way the corners of them pinch in concentration as she fights to keep the tears at bay. Too many times has he seen her force herself not to cry -- or seen her fail the attempt and cry anyway, not to see what was coming. ]
No.., but I have my own share of things to apologize for.
[He nods once, keeping his eyes fixed on her, and then,]
I'm sure. The middle of the street isn't the best place...for any of this.
[Gently releasing her shoulder, he offers her his hand instead. We have a lot of things to talk about. And maybe...just maybe, we can find a way to try this again.
The building nearest to them appeared as though it housed a great deal of pamphlets, as well as a few chairs and tables. It was as good of a place to start as any.]
That building looks like it might be an information center.
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Why didn't I listen to you?
She looks up at him, her brows furrowed and then turns away abruptly. No, she can't do this, he'd never forgive her! She can't forgive herself! So, stubbornly, instead of taking his hand she shakes her head and moves away from him.]
I... I'll be fine on my own!
[She's saying this without even knowing anything, where she really is or everything that's happened. There's a dull ache behind her eyes from the stress of everything (from the light she hasn't adjusted to).]
But, thank you... Vincent. I'm... I'm sorry... I can't...
[She doesn't want to bolt but she feels it thrumming in her legs, she hitches up her skirt and tries to walk as calmly away as possible. It's not like he'll stop her and he couldn't stop her from doing anything she did in the first place; but, she knows she drove him away. Everything inside of her is twisted up into a million knots that can't be undone.
The cells would rot away at her core until there was nothing left. Or they should have, at least.]
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Walking swiftly ahead of her, his longer legs carrying him further -- faster -- than her's would, he turned to face her. A quick motion of his clawed hand pushed the red fabric of his cape aside. He wasn't backing down without a fight this time.]
Wait -- This place could be dangerous. I can't let you wander around by yourself.
[ Prepared to stop her if she tries to walk passed him, he gestures vaguely to their surroundings.]
Lucrecia...I...[ I...what? What can I say but the truth?]
...I don't want to lose you again.
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She's managed to not lose her composure yet but it's close. He's never done this before, he'd always watched and kept his head down. So why now? Her eyes are wide when she looks up briefly and then past him. She sets her lips in a thin line.]
I'll be fine.
[She tries to make her tone curt but she really... doesn't want to be alone. If she sounds angry enough then maybe he'll leave her be. Maybe she can punish herself better that way.]
Lose me...?
[You never had me to begin with... did you? I was the one that lost you.]
You're mistaken if you think that there's something of value here.
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What did surprise him, however, was to hear her say how little she valued herself. How much the wounds from the past cut her still. Did she not remember? It was all so clear to him...in fact, in the moment that he had left, he had been...about to save the world, huh?
If he was taken as Omega was leaving the planet...did that mean that everyone else was gone? Maybe Lucrecia -- in her fragmented state -- and he were the only ones left. If that's true then...no. It's best to focus on the present for now.
Taking a deep breath, he begins, his voice quiet.]
I don't think so. Even though our relationship was mostly through work...you were very important to me. I...liked to see you smile. Like you did when you spent time outside in the meadows.
[ Watching her face in the brief moments that she would show it, he asks for her trust with his eyes. Don't you see that I'm serious..?]
Let me stand beside you this time.
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Why? Why are you doing this?
[She doesn't want to look at him. She doesn't want to see his face. She bows her head and studies the ground before backing up again. She destroys everything she touches. Are you too blind to see that?]
I don't understand! How can you be so kind after everything I've done?! I...!
[Finally she's crying, she can't stop it this time and she draws her shoulders in, holding her arms around herself. It's not a relief to shed tears, everything hurts and she feels like she shouldn't even exist.]