Aerith Lives!
A transparent attempt at getting 100 reviews.
Disclaimer: I no own, you know sue.
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It had been three nights since the incident at the Forgotten capital of the Ancients. Sephiroth's trail of destruction had got a lot more personal with the rest of the group. It had lead them to what was quite literally the edge of the known world, no airships had ever been this far north before. At the foot of Gaea cliff, beyond which was Sephiroth and god knows what else.
It was times like this where it is important to know how to climb cliffs at sub zero temperatures that Aerith really wished she had more than a pink dress and small jacket. How the hell did Tifa deal with it? She only had a tank top and a leather mini skirt, those nipples should be visible for a 1 mile radius if it wasn't for the blizzard! Perhaps it was some martial arts technique passed down through the generations. Maybe she should ask.
"Hey Tifa?" She asked softly.
"Hey Yuffie did you just hear a noise just now?"
"Probably the wind, or my teeth. Leviathan this place is cold."
"Um, hello? Can you two hear me?" The flower girl tried again.
"There it is again!"
"Maybe your just imagining things Tifa. Old age." Yuffie commented.
"I am not old! I'm only four years older than you!"
"Relax! No need to go kung-fu crazy on me, I was only joking!" The shinobi said backing away.
"Hello! Can you two hear me?" Aerith shouted.
"There it is again."
"I herd it too that time." Yuffie replied thoroughly spooked, its as though this place was haunted by something or someone.
"AAAAAAH!" They both screamed when Aerith jabbed them both in the sides, trying to get them to acknowledge her presence.
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Meanwhile Sephiroth was trying to maintain his lead over the heroes by scaling the cliff before they did, he didn't need any potions so nothing was holding him down, he could probably make it up there and into position in a few hours, he lost a lot of time cleaning the blood off his sword, Centra apparently leave quite the stain.
At least it was quiet.
"AAAAAAH!" The scream from down below shook the ice directly above his head causing the inevitable chain reaction of being trapped in an avalanche i.e. a large drop while being crushed by tonnes of frozen water.
Sometimes I'm beginning to think that my narrative may be the slightest bit jinxed here. Whenever I say something is going smoothly it always goes wrong. Maybe it's just me.
"Remind me to kill the people responsible, directly or otherwise for that scream."
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Do you have any idea how hard it was NOT to make an "I see dead people" joke here? Any idea at all?