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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.]

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[It isn't that she wants to cry. She hates that she cries so much but... she's in a lot of pain, she doesn't know how to deal with it any other way and she doesn't want to cause him more of it. She looks at him and she sees Grimoire. She looks at him and she sees her mistakes.

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.]

Edited 2012-11-19 21:44 (UTC)

[ No. Not this again. A span of a second or two passed, before his body started into action.

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.

[She backs up a few steps, unable to understand why he's doing this, why he's...

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.

[Her anger wasn't entirely a surprise. She had been angry with him before -- tried to push him away if he got too close. If anything, those moments in the past prepared him for this. Helped him know that his pushing forward could only aid their situation now.

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.

[She had her own reasons to run just as Vincent had his to try and make her stay. She didn't know about anything to do with after she'd been fragmented, not yet, anyway. She'd recall it over time, in this new body and new place... but nothing would happen immediately.]

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.]