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Post by mrcrazycakes on Apr 12, 2010 17:29:29 GMT -5
[avatar]http://i563.photobucket.com/albums/ss80/gaamariou/CloudAvatar1.jpg[/avatar] (Note; currently in the KH1 outfit (minus the wing))
Cloud exited the small home in the Boroughs empty-handed other than his sword. He had accepted Aerith's proposition to help her deliver flowers around town, and it was turning out fairly well; he mightn't have been talkative, but a delivery man didn't need to be, exactly. That was the last place he was supposed to deliver to that day, so he decided to wander around for a bit. After all, he might find something interesting around.
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Post by Rocket! on Apr 12, 2010 17:58:56 GMT -5
Light is a funny thing.
In it's wake, we revel or shy away, in the hopes for a bettering of the situation.
In it's absence, we feel depressed and sorrow, the night bringing on the wake of memories our shut lids would normally battle.
Take a shadow, for instance.
A swooning spat of shade flew above the macadam Cloud's shoes fell upon in the smooth motion of movement.
Should Cloud notice it, and remember a severe lack of clouds abroad today, and should he consider himself curious enough to investiage on the issue, his eyes might turn skyward to meet the fast falling figure shaded by her own cloak, her face marred with the horrified, dawning realization of just who she was about to slam into at Radiant Garden's equivelant of Mach 1 from a rooftop for reasons no one really knows about yet but oh heck now she's two feet away DUCK AND COVER CLOOOOOOUD!
Ahhh... this won't be good.
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Post by mrcrazycakes on Apr 12, 2010 18:02:47 GMT -5
[avatar]http://i563.photobucket.com/albums/ss80/gaamariou/CloudAvatar1.jpg[/avatar]
Cloud noticed the shadow coming just in time, and was able to jump back before being landed on. He didn't draw the Buster Sword, but he had put a hand on the hilt... when he saw the shadow had been a woman. he released the sword's hilt and shook his head. Cloud frowned.
"I've heard of 'dropping in for a visit', but this is rediculous. Can I help you with somethin'?" Cloud asked, not exactly impressed with almost being landed on top of.
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Post by Rocket! on Apr 14, 2010 18:43:57 GMT -5
[/i] as her posterior met the ground the hard way. But she was a woman on a mission. Already her long sleeved arm shot for the ground, pushing off of the white tile, and propelling herself upward towards the boy scout. I repeat-- boy scout. In the light, and up close, even despite the well meant hood, Cloud might just notice some smidgen of crusty blood along the right edge of her lip-- a sign of someone who's taken a serious beating. ... It's not crusty. Someone who's taking a serious beating real recently. Strong willed eyes looked almost down at the blond warrior. Determined... but desperate. She wasn't gonna wait for this beating to happen again. All too clear in that her feet were on the move again. And, though it might have been a slight passing wind as the strange woman whipped past Cloud, the faintest of words reverberated in the air as a whisper-- plain, simple, and needing. " Yes," she responded.[/ul][/size]
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Post by mrcrazycakes on Apr 14, 2010 18:49:49 GMT -5
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Cloud raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure whether to follow the woman or not. He decided to catch up, and did so fairly quickly; she hadn't gone that far yet. "Hey, wait! I'll help if I can, but I can't do that unless I know what you need help with."
Cloud groaned inwardly. He had that feeling, that creeping suspicion, that he was in for a long day. He was supposed to be heading back to Aerith's flower shop, but he couldn't just leave an injured person. "You're hurt..." He observed in his usual quiet monotone.
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Post by Rocket! on Apr 14, 2010 18:57:09 GMT -5
The woman glanced sideways at the chit of a boy now tagging along. Her eyes, though acknowledging relief in what seemed to be ready assistance in such a time of need, clearly thought Cloud's help to be too little, too late, to help her now.
But she was pleasantly surprised. She hadn't expected him to notice she was hurt.
Her feet continued to pound against the hard floor, her speed constant. Every few steps, she reached upwards to grab a fast falling brown hood so as to keep it from falling back in the energy of the moment.
They turned a corner.
Though groaning heavily, the woman barreled forward for the upward stairs-- something bound to slow her down to no small amount.
"There's a murderer after me," she muttered in a hushed tone. "Stopping for a quick potion isn't an option."
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Post by mrcrazycakes on Apr 14, 2010 19:01:53 GMT -5
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Cloud kept up with her fairly easily. He was used to this kind of thing, but he was surprised to hear there was a murderer after her, even though he almost missed it. He wished he knew a Cure spell to help out... but his sword would be plenty.
"A murderer, huh? I didn't think we had any of those here..." Cloud said, frowning. He didn't like where this was going...
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Post by Rocket! on Apr 25, 2010 9:49:12 GMT -5
[/i] She managed to muster out, her tongue failing her as her body attempted to coordinate its healing efforts elsewhere. "Find my better half. Tell her there wasn't--"A blaze of coughing again. This was not the time to be hanging around. This murderer, who ever he is, won't just keep hiding forever, and he clearly intends to keep a reputation with this one...[/size][/ul] [ A little rushed, but I think it does the job! ]
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Post by mrcrazycakes on May 27, 2010 20:47:22 GMT -5
Cloud had seen the general direction the fireball had come from, and drew the Buster Sword, taking a position between the woman and whoever her attacker was, wherever he or she was. He pushed her lightly into a corner where she could be defended more easily.
"Heal yourself; don't worry, I'll protect you," Cloud said reassuringly, hiding the doubt in his mind in his own ability to protect her. Regardless, he was involved now; he couldn't just let someone attack anyone without helping out, that would go against his moral standings. "Fighting in the shadows is for monsters and cowards, come out and fight for yourself!" He exclaimed to whoever the attacker was. No turning back now...
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Post by Rocket! on Dec 29, 2010 6:24:07 GMT -5
[Pretty sure this is my biggest necropost yet, heh.] The woman to Cloud's back gripped his shoulder, and dragged it back--
"No," she coughed into his ear. "Focus, boy. Make sure my better half--"
She stopped.
Her grip on Cloud's shoulder gave way into nothingness as her hand dissipated.
And the rest of her soon followed, in a gust of unseen wind, dragging away the woman's appearance to the sky.
She had been a magical construct-- a clone. Her clothes, mind, beating-- all gone now, and whatever message needed delivering was now dead. The murderer on the prowl had apparently... succeeded.
If it weren't for the brown sack left on the ground. One look, and it was clearly a munny sack.
It wasn't much, but it was something to go on.
The clone's "better half", the munny sack, and this... murderer.
What now?
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Post by mrcrazycakes on Jan 1, 2011 11:13:00 GMT -5
"...Great. Another mystery adventure. Like I haven't had enough of these..." Cloud sighed, examining the bag. No address, no card for identification, just a bag of Munny. He shook his head and picked it up, looking it over. There WAS a logo of some sort on it. Maybe someone else had seen it before... "Well, it's somethin' to go on. I guess I'll ask around," He said to himself, sticking it in the pocket opposite his own pouch of munny so he didn't get the two confused. With that, he started for the closest shop, returning the Buster Sword to his back but keeping a hand on it just in case.
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Post by Rocket! on Jan 1, 2011 21:33:36 GMT -5
A gloved hand gripped Cloud's shoulder.
The hand-- clad in black-- was as strong as steel. You could've met weaker stone walls than this grip. The glove's material strained as the man tightened his grip on Cloud's sole unarmed shoulder, bringing the Radiant Garden citizen to a stop... before the shop door.
An unfriendly voice echoed behind him.
"You have my most deepest, and sincerest, of apologies," the adult, male voice said, dripping with insincere kindness, "But I believe you have something of mine." [/size]
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Post by mrcrazycakes on Jan 1, 2011 21:42:17 GMT -5
"Doubt it," Cloud replied, shrugging the hand off and continuing to walk forward again. Another problem. "Unless you bought somethin' from Aerith's flower shop, I don't have anything of yours. Sorry," He finished. He knew better than to trust strange looking people that used those tones and put their hands on someone's shoulders from behind. Cloud made sure to keep a hand on the hilt of the Buster Sword, however, in the case the man decided to not give it up and attack him anyways.
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Post by Rocket! on Jan 1, 2011 22:00:05 GMT -5
The man in black laughed at Cloud's reply.
He raised his fist, swinging it for Cloud's head, in reply. [ Ready to tango? ]
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Post by mrcrazycakes on Jan 1, 2011 22:11:31 GMT -5
Cloud had suspected as much. He shifted his weight so that the Buster Sword came between the fist and the back of his head. Cloud turned around, looking a bit melancholy. "Please don't continue. I'm kind of in a hurry, and I don't want anybody to get hurt," he said, taking a few steps back and swinging the Buster Sword down to his side. He was ready to move and to fight if things came down to it, but he'd prefer not to.
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