Finale
Vincent sat hunched forwards, resting his blood red cape over the top of his golden arm. The terracotta walls around him were drenched in pulsating waves of green light. His breathe, hoarse and crippled, seeped through the pores of the cloth over his mouth, his red eyes stared blankly into the hole below. The low hum of the core of the planet had kept his attention for a while. Red XIII, as well, was lying on all fours, breathing deeply, seemingly asleep, but innately intuitive to the limbo below him. In fact, most of the members AVALANCHE were either asleep under blankets or sitting or resting in deep contemplation on the task at hand. To think, the fate of their world, if not others; the dead and the alive; the animals and the humans; everyone they knew and cared about ... their fate depending on whether or not these 8 people; well, 7 humans and one animal; could defeat a God. A god with no fear, no humility, no belief that he can be defeated in anyway, by anyone. A daunting prospect in mind, if not in deed.
A giant, obese Mog stood at one corner of the circular room, an insanely misappropriate smile plastered across his white face. A black cat, in a hat, with a funny megaphone, was perched upon its empty head. All it could do was sit there, merrily waiting until it was given an order from it's master: who was all the way back in Midgar at this time. Cid suddenly awoke from his thinking, swearing loudly and jumping about in frustration.
"For f*** sake!! Why the hell did this happen!!"
"Keep quiet Cid. Even if you can't rest, at least let the others do so." Reeve's muffled voice buzzed from the speakers on the Cait Sith. Cid stomped quietly over to the giant Mog, and stared with narrowed eyes into the camera on the cat.
"How the f*** can you be so calm? We don't know if we can f***ing win yet!"
The robot whirred gently, and the cat turned its head towards Cid. Reeve's voice echoed through the speaker.
"Of course I don't know if we can win. But I know that we can't lose either. We have crushed Shinra, we have defeated Jenova on more than one occasion, and we have even destroyed the WEAPONs. You can't honestly say that we are weak?"
A tentacle of energy erupted from the hole in the centre of the cave, heating the air around it, causing it to hiss loudly. This startled Cid, who dropped his cigarette into the tentacle, and it instantly vanished.
"Christ. That's f***ing crazy. I can't believe we have to go down there. The centre of the planet ... pretty f***ing scary." He turned to look at the big Mog again. "How are things going back in Midgar?"
"Pretty good. Some of the people in the slums helped me to get out of prison. When I'm not helping you lot, the Turks are helping me get people out of Midgar. Reno especially seems pretty eager. I guess now that Shinra is gone, that maybe he can repay his debt to society." Reeve's voice suddenly took a sadder tone. "I just hope that what we are doing here will stop Meteor ...
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His long, dirty trousers, suffocating under the soles of his shoes, were rubbing against the grubby floor beneath him, whilst his red hair was made even more outstanding by being bathed in the red light above. At the moment, he was barking orders at the residents of the slums to 'get their asses in gear'.
The huge, ominous ball of magic was barely a few kilometres away now, and every one of your senses could feel it's presence. A bald man, a tower of fortitude, gazed directly at the apocalyptic ultimatum, its hellish figure imprinting itself on the back of his eyes, hidden behind his dark glasses. No emotion riddled his face, and the screaming fanatics could leave no impact on him whatsoever. His time was near, he thought, so he had to stay strong till the end ... for the others around him. Elena walked up to him, her eyes damp with tears, and she sat down on a rock beside Rude. She stared with envious awe at Reno, who now seemed to be able to control the slum inhabitants. "I don't think the seriousness of the situation has hit him yet. Lucky sh*t!"
Rude mumbled in a bass tone: "Don't get angry. He's probably suffering more than you anyway. You know that your family is gonna be safe, at least when it hits, because they live in Junon. Our ... families, they lived here; Midgar isn't only the home to Shinra, it's the home to me and him as well"
"Then how come you two aren't showing it like I am!" she shrieked, visibly crying now. Rude made no effort to comfort her at first, but when she got worse, he sat down and put his arm around her.
"Women tend to get more emotional than men, even at little things. I think we are just deluding ourselves ... trying to stall the effects of our ... our ..." His voice suddenly sounded quite vulnerable, and he stood up quickly, walking off in a monotone rush to the edge of the city. "I'm going to Kalm," he said, just before walking out of the door," I'm gonna see how Reeve is doing".
Vincent sat hunched forwards, resting his blood red cape over the top of his golden arm. The terracotta walls around him were drenched in pulsating waves of green light. His breathe, hoarse and crippled, seeped through the pores of the cloth over his mouth, his red eyes stared blankly into the hole below. The low hum of the core of the planet had kept his attention for a while. Red XIII, as well, was lying on all fours, breathing deeply, seemingly asleep, but innately intuitive to the limbo below him. In fact, most of the members AVALANCHE were either asleep under blankets or sitting or resting in deep contemplation on the task at hand. To think, the fate of their world, if not others; the dead and the alive; the animals and the humans; everyone they knew and cared about ... their fate depending on whether or not these 8 people; well, 7 humans and one animal; could defeat a God. A god with no fear, no humility, no belief that he can be defeated in anyway, by anyone. A daunting prospect in mind, if not in deed.
A giant, obese Mog stood at one corner of the circular room, an insanely misappropriate smile plastered across his white face. A black cat, in a hat, with a funny megaphone, was perched upon its empty head. All it could do was sit there, merrily waiting until it was given an order from it's master: who was all the way back in Midgar at this time. Cid suddenly awoke from his thinking, swearing loudly and jumping about in frustration.
"For f*** sake!! Why the hell did this happen!!"
"Keep quiet Cid. Even if you can't rest, at least let the others do so." Reeve's muffled voice buzzed from the speakers on the Cait Sith. Cid stomped quietly over to the giant Mog, and stared with narrowed eyes into the camera on the cat.
"How the f*** can you be so calm? We don't know if we can f***ing win yet!"
The robot whirred gently, and the cat turned its head towards Cid. Reeve's voice echoed through the speaker.
"Of course I don't know if we can win. But I know that we can't lose either. We have crushed Shinra, we have defeated Jenova on more than one occasion, and we have even destroyed the WEAPONs. You can't honestly say that we are weak?"
A tentacle of energy erupted from the hole in the centre of the cave, heating the air around it, causing it to hiss loudly. This startled Cid, who dropped his cigarette into the tentacle, and it instantly vanished.
"Christ. That's f***ing crazy. I can't believe we have to go down there. The centre of the planet ... pretty f***ing scary." He turned to look at the big Mog again. "How are things going back in Midgar?"
"Pretty good. Some of the people in the slums helped me to get out of prison. When I'm not helping you lot, the Turks are helping me get people out of Midgar. Reno especially seems pretty eager. I guess now that Shinra is gone, that maybe he can repay his debt to society." Reeve's voice suddenly took a sadder tone. "I just hope that what we are doing here will stop Meteor ...
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His long, dirty trousers, suffocating under the soles of his shoes, were rubbing against the grubby floor beneath him, whilst his red hair was made even more outstanding by being bathed in the red light above. At the moment, he was barking orders at the residents of the slums to 'get their asses in gear'.
The huge, ominous ball of magic was barely a few kilometres away now, and every one of your senses could feel it's presence. A bald man, a tower of fortitude, gazed directly at the apocalyptic ultimatum, its hellish figure imprinting itself on the back of his eyes, hidden behind his dark glasses. No emotion riddled his face, and the screaming fanatics could leave no impact on him whatsoever. His time was near, he thought, so he had to stay strong till the end ... for the others around him. Elena walked up to him, her eyes damp with tears, and she sat down on a rock beside Rude. She stared with envious awe at Reno, who now seemed to be able to control the slum inhabitants. "I don't think the seriousness of the situation has hit him yet. Lucky sh*t!"
Rude mumbled in a bass tone: "Don't get angry. He's probably suffering more than you anyway. You know that your family is gonna be safe, at least when it hits, because they live in Junon. Our ... families, they lived here; Midgar isn't only the home to Shinra, it's the home to me and him as well"
"Then how come you two aren't showing it like I am!" she shrieked, visibly crying now. Rude made no effort to comfort her at first, but when she got worse, he sat down and put his arm around her.
"Women tend to get more emotional than men, even at little things. I think we are just deluding ourselves ... trying to stall the effects of our ... our ..." His voice suddenly sounded quite vulnerable, and he stood up quickly, walking off in a monotone rush to the edge of the city. "I'm going to Kalm," he said, just before walking out of the door," I'm gonna see how Reeve is doing".
