Just let me go just let me go or I'll burst in front of your eyes
Who: Vanille and YOU! Open
When: August 22, after sirens
Where: Sector 4
Summary: Vanille's caught out after dark without a weapon. OOPS.
Warnings: Ugly monster violence? Idk
((ooc: feel free to find her anywhere, I'm not really strict on continuity. Also don't mind the tl;dr, this was my app sample))
"I really have to insist," Vanille said in reasonable tones, hands planted matter-of-factly on her hips, "that you stop this right now. We've only just met and I don't think I'd like to become better acquainted."
The monster paid no attention, only continued advancing at its staggering gait, with a soft dragged-out moan that made the hairs on the nape of her neck stand on end. It reminded Vanille of a Cie'th, vaguely human in shape but mindless and twisted of limb, and obviously focused only on doing something to her that was sure to be horribly unpleasant. Yet she couldn't help wincing in sympathy as she looked at it; for all she knew it was a Cie'th, which was a rather sad reminder of the mark on her thigh of the Pulse Fal'Cie. After what Sazh had told her, she couldn't help but worry that her stay here might be a long one...long enough to possibly turn her into a Cie'th herself.
That was, of course, assuming her new friend didn't do her in first. "I'm sure you're a lovely person under all the slime," Vanille told it, edging back to put herself behind a trashcan on the street corner. If only she had her binding rod with her! "But I'm afraid I'm a little busy at the moment, so maybe you'd like to--" She cut off with a squeal as it swiped a clumsy forearm at her, skittering back out of its reach.
"I've really got to go! Good-bye!" Vanille took off in a mad dash down the dark street, not daring to see if it was giving chase.
When: August 22, after sirens
Where: Sector 4
Summary: Vanille's caught out after dark without a weapon. OOPS.
Warnings: Ugly monster violence? Idk
((ooc: feel free to find her anywhere, I'm not really strict on continuity. Also don't mind the tl;dr, this was my app sample))
"I really have to insist," Vanille said in reasonable tones, hands planted matter-of-factly on her hips, "that you stop this right now. We've only just met and I don't think I'd like to become better acquainted."
The monster paid no attention, only continued advancing at its staggering gait, with a soft dragged-out moan that made the hairs on the nape of her neck stand on end. It reminded Vanille of a Cie'th, vaguely human in shape but mindless and twisted of limb, and obviously focused only on doing something to her that was sure to be horribly unpleasant. Yet she couldn't help wincing in sympathy as she looked at it; for all she knew it was a Cie'th, which was a rather sad reminder of the mark on her thigh of the Pulse Fal'Cie. After what Sazh had told her, she couldn't help but worry that her stay here might be a long one...long enough to possibly turn her into a Cie'th herself.
That was, of course, assuming her new friend didn't do her in first. "I'm sure you're a lovely person under all the slime," Vanille told it, edging back to put herself behind a trashcan on the street corner. If only she had her binding rod with her! "But I'm afraid I'm a little busy at the moment, so maybe you'd like to--" She cut off with a squeal as it swiped a clumsy forearm at her, skittering back out of its reach.
"I've really got to go! Good-bye!" Vanille took off in a mad dash down the dark street, not daring to see if it was giving chase.