Well, haven't I been gone since forever! Hi again, yep, I finally got back to writing. Since getting ePSXe and playing Final Fantasies VII-IX, I've been more inspired lately. So here you go.
And yeah, I don't own FF. Duh.
The gunman walked a few paces behind Cloud and his companions, quietly thinking, watching the party. A lot could be gleaned from simple things, like watching the way they walk. Vincent liked the simple things. He liked quiet.
He did not like the teenager who broke off from the rest of the group, falling into step beside him and shooting him occasional glances. Her apparent curiosity was a little uncomfortable. To stop himself from rolling his eyes, Vincent instead looked around at their surroundings. They had come into the main hall of the Shinra Mansion; Vincent was surprised how quickly the house had fallen into disrepair since he had last seen the interior. Sometimes he forgot how long he had actually slumbered for.
And the girl, Yuffie, was determined to know just how long, and everything about him, despite proclaiming he was boring ten minutes before. As politely as he could, Vincent brushed her off, asking her to wait a while longer. This seemed to quieten her.
Sat around a fire in the depths of Mount Nibel, Vincent took the time to inspect his comrades in more detail. Cloud, with his Mako eyes, blonde hair, and quiet demeanour. Vincent had taken a slight liking to him. The two women, Aeris and Tifa, in pink and black-and-white respectively, chatting amiably in the way only women could. Vincent had been told Aeris was a Cetra; the very word sent shivers down his spine as he remembered the horrific experiments of the Jenova Project. Barret, hulking and dark-skinned, an intimidating gatling gun grafted into his right arm where his hand should have been. Yuffie, absent-mindedly juggling Materia and singing under her breath in what looked like a rare moment of contentment.
Those were the humans. The other two that accompanied them certainly were not. A foot tall, stuffed moogle sat against a rock, with a black and white robotic cat at its feet; Vincent had been surprised to hear it speak with a heavy accent. Finally, a flame-red quadruped curled up closer to the fire than the rest of the party, and he appeared to be asleep, letting out soft grunting snores. His name was Nanaki, but during his confinement by Shinra, he had been christened Red XIII. The party just called him Red, and he didn't seem to mind.
I am to travel with an odd bunch, to say the least, thought Vincent, brushing his hair out of his blood-red eyes. However, I feel I will get answers this way. I have slept too long.