[Action post to Denzel and Avalanche]

[moralmisconduct]

[He remembers very little of the whole event. Instead, his mind retains burnt-out details selectively - small circles of fluorescent spacetime surrounded by an infinite sea of darkness. A burst of activity, as the plane began to descend. Auditory ability muted by sheer bombardment of the senses. The gaping, cerulean mouth of the yawning ocean below

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[shinra_orphan]

[The day was kind of overcast, which fit Denzel's mood pretty well. Cloud gone, Tifa not around. Just him and Marlene and he still had school even when the world seemed to be veering off towards Insanity with a capital I again. At least today was just the fieldtrip to the beach to study up on marine life. Looking for sand crabs and seaweed gave him an excuse to go off a bit on his own. Right now being surrounded by a bunch of kids who were more worried about getting A's in English than whether dead friends and family might reappear somewhere alone and cold without anyone to help grated on his nerves. An A in English wouldn't fix the world.

Wandering just out of range of the surf, Denzel picked up a shell only to toss it angrily into the distance. It hit a large rock and bounced off. A large rock with black hair that waved in the seabreeze. ...That wasn't a rock!]

Hey! HEY! [Denzel ran, tripping through the sand, over to the older man passed out in the surf. He knelt down, shaking a soggy shoulder.]Are you alive? Oh cr--you aren't

[moralmisconduct]

[The rocking motion of waves abate, jarred out of sync by a small hand at his shoulder, a small voice by his side.

Do the dead dream of being alive?

His eyes open slowly, Sephiroth's voice still in his ears. A flicker of pale skin and brown hair present itself outside the scope of his dampened and defective vision. The blurred outline of a child, unfocused and colourless.]

Urgh...

No...

[ooc: Sorry I took so long to reply! I wanted to see where the thread with Sephy was going first. ^^]

[shinra_orphan]

[He was alive, that was good! But he didn't sound like he was doing well. Rummaging in his pockets, Denzel pulled out a packet of crackers he'd brought incase he got hungry. Nothing special, just some eyeblindingly rainbow colored fish biscuits the size of buttons. He put the little bag in the guy's hand and tried to help him sit up.]

I don't have any water, but there's some on the truck I think. [The school in Edge didn't have any buses, couldn't afford one, so everyone had just piled into one of the teacher's old pick-up trucks.] Do you think you can walk there?

((OOC: No problem, no rush :) ))

[moralmisconduct]

[He feels plastic against his palm, but does not grasp. The bag slips and drifts along the waves beside the man and the child, forgotten and useless.

He registers, too, the tug of small hands on his shirt, trying to bring him to a sitting position. But even without the weight of his dead spirit, his body is barely strong enough to sustain the beat of his heart. The reflexive action of breathing. Right now, walking any distance seems as ridiculous a notion as flying to the stars.]

What...do you think you're doing...boy? [Hojo's voice is a mere whisper against the wind.] You don't know...what you're trying to achieve.

Leave me.