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Mar 08, 2010 21:34

characters: transient_lion; open
location: (near) City Gates
time: Night, I suppose
rating: PG, subject to change
open/closed: open
summary: Gone Talking to a Wall. Sort of.

( No time for regrets. )

squall leonhart, mokona 'soel' modoki

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gunpowdern_lead March 9 2010, 07:03:21 UTC

Riza was literally falling apart at the seams. First her arm had fallen off when she had tried to sling her rifle on her shoulder and then her eye had fallen out when she went to look around. She didn't know what was going on in this place, but she didn't like it at all. At least she could put herself back together once something fell off.

What little bit of skin was still attached was tinted a nice shade of blue and she wondered just how long this was going to last. She had noticed the gate and looked over at it for a moment before she noticed someone else there as well.

"Hello."

solidbarrels March 9 2010, 19:23:42 UTC

The first response was to back away, to put distance between her and himself but he restrained himself. Squall forced himself to stay in his place. Even though he felt revulsed by her, he didn't show it on his face or in his posture. That didn't mean his hand didn't drop to where Revolver used to be when it was sheathed at his waist. (He still hadn't been able to find it. It was irritating but he was more or less on the trail of whoever stole it from him--only a matter of time ( ... )

gunpowdern_lead March 10 2010, 03:30:33 UTC

She wasn't much of a rag doll, more like a skeleton falling apart at the joints. She didn't know why she had turned blue nor did she know why every once and a while some random limb would fall off. Even her clothes looked rotten and tattered. A couple of ribs could be seen in her side and one pant leg was practically torn off.

She gave a slight nod to Squall and then turned to the gate. She wanted to try and push it open, but she didn't know if her body would be able to handle it. The smallest of things would cause a limb to fall off. She sighed a bit and looked around again.

solidbarrels March 29 2010, 05:53:34 UTC

Squall watched her, noticing that she was unsuccessful. It wasn't hard to guess what she wanted. To leave, probably, or at least what else is out there. He sighed lightly, wondering if he should or just walk away. Even if he should be disgusted by the sight of her, he wasn't. Nor was he repulsed enough to leave her to her own devices.

And what harm would it be to just open the gate for her? Other than her turning around and attacking his back--unlikely as that seemed to be.

It's a do, or a don't, he rolled his eyes and walked over to the gate doors. He'll take his chances.

"Trying to leave this place," he asked with a shrug, reaching out to test how much force he needed to push the doors open.

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omg I am so sorry for what is about to transpire mekkyoing March 9 2010, 09:02:29 UTC

Singing and dancing, that was what the little fluff ball loved to do, and that was exactly what it was doing right now, just because it felt like doing so. It was dark, and very much nighttime, but didn't that make the song even better and even more romantic? Never mind that it didn't know where to start looking for its one true love-- love would always bring them closer! That was a given fact ( ... )

so friggin' late. orz solidbarrels March 29 2010, 06:07:48 UTC

He stared at the singing thing. It looked like a monster but it wasn't something he was familiar with. It also spoke the same language as him but that wasn't something too strange. Moombas were able to speak his father's name after all (if only that).

It was the fact it was singing that surprised him. Not that he showed it on his face. He just stared blankly at the thing.

...Right. I don't want to know. Squall turned and started off for the other direction.

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solidbarrels March 29 2010, 06:05:04 UTC

Squall almost stumbled forward, managing to keep standing just barely. Shoulders strained, he glared over his shoulder at the person who dared to pounce him from behind.

"Zidane. Off," he grunted immediately at the weight on his back. He almost growled at the blond but it was the sheer fact that he knew who this person was that he didn't. Zidane was a friend and he was glad to finally see him again. Not that didn't mean he wasn't miffed about not expecting the assault before it happened.

Must be slipping. Usually better than this. He was supposed to know what his surroundings were like at all times. He was conditioned for it because of his training. It was a skill that he took full advantage of during the Conflict. Much better than this.But that wasn't something he should be concerning himself with. Especially when he finally found one of the few people he recognized as an Ally and it had been a month (his fault) since he last spoke to Zidane ( ... )