[Everything hurtGenesis couldn't believe that even here, in her dreams, her body hurt. She remembered, fully, what had happened before she lost consciousness and fell into her dreams. For how long, she didn't know. She also didn't know if she would ever wake up this time
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That's the problem. Everyone is walking by, as if this person on the ground doesn't even mean anything at all. As if the people can't even see her. As if they're taking her existence so much for granted that they've shut her out completely.
It doesn't sit right with Mercury. She makes her way over to Genesis, and stands tall over the curled-up woman on the ground for a long moment before doing anything. Then, she takes out a small phial of water.]
This has certain healing properties. And, it can dull that pain. [Her voice is even, her face carefully dispassionate. This is just something she's decided to do.]
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Since when does water have the same properties as a potion?
[She can't help but wonder what this woman wants, if she wants anything. Why offer her this? Beatings like this were, sadly, common place in Midgar, it's why no one was helping her. Then again, they also didn't know she was a SOLDIER, like this.]
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Since it's mine. However, if you're not interested, it can stay with me just as easily.
[The truth is, it had been a gift, from a woman who still believed Mercury could do good, and heal instead of harm; from a woman who knew her bond with the Water.]
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Because saying who owns the phial clearly tells me all I need to know.
[She takes it, regardless, but that doesn't stop her tone. She takes a look at the phial, her hand shaking as she held it. It really did look just like water. Crystal clear and nothing more. And yet, it was suppose to heal a bit and dull the pain.
For all she knew, it could be poison.]
How much will it heal?
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that would imply being able to be hurt
No. He's here because Midgar is where the money is - and where the ugly is - and he's able to find work when a place is that way.
that and... he's looking... and he doesn't know what for...What he doesn't care about is the bedraggled figure curled up in the corner. He can smell the blood on them and his eyes, glowing in the dimness, focus and then move on. Not his problem ( ... )
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Then again, this was just a dream, so who knew if this was the Cloud she had been talking to. This whole dream thing was just so annoying at times.
She shivered and curled in farther. "That depends on what you're help would be."
She had gotten a few other offers for help, but they had asked for payment in return and they were not of anything favorable.
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"Help would be hauling you somewhere helpful and throwing a potion on you or two if you could pay for it. You want any other kind of help - it'll cost a lot more than a potion."
His face looks too young to be aware of other forms of 'help'... but he is in Midgar. His eyes certainly don't show any innocence left to be stolen.
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"I would rather not be hauled around, thank you. Just a potion would do," She sad softly, reaching up to wipe from blood from her lips. "Exactly what other help do you believe I need?"
He does look too young to be aware of that sort of thing, but her curiosity was peaked and she decided she may as well keep this up for now.
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Not until he catches sight of the bleeding woman on the corner. In the past, such a sight wouldn't have moved him. In fact, it likely would have inspired his scorn. But now--he feels compassion, a warm and slightly troublesome emotion. So he pauses, looking down at her. He's clearly out of place in this modern setting, baroque and aesthetic as he is. He stands out sharply, but he doesn't seem to mind. He approaches and smiles down at her.]
Ah, look at you, my dear. What a state you're in. So cold and lonely, your hair ragged and your clothing torn. [He reaches out a hand, though it doesn't seem to be with the intention of helping to pull her to her feet. He's standing slightly too far away for that.] Will you allow me to help you?
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Well, aren't you a bright one.
[Why was he stating the obvious and then offering help? Or rather, asking if she would allow it? She would, if it meant actual help. But in this city, even with a stranger, whatever they were asking tended to have ulterior motives.]
I would allow it. Depending on what you would ask for in return.
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He only laughs at her answer.]
Bright indeed, but I can shine far brighter.
[His fingers glow with magic at this, the pale light gloving his hand.]
Please, I doubt there's anything you could offer me.
[He doesn't need her permission, so he casts Curaga on her.] And now my help is yours--at no cost.
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[She closes her eyes when the Curaga washes over her, knitting her skin together, mending the broken bones in her chest.]
No cost at all? Why do I find that hard to believe?
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