Reno of the Turks (
raspberryturk) wrote2008-10-05 02:23 am
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Edge, Sunday, Early Afternoon
Reno |
Ah, Edge. Reno would say it was home sweet home, except for the fact that it was neither home, nor was it sweet. But at least it held some of the guts from the city he used to call home. The smell of rust and iron pervaded the air as Reno led the troops down to street level, and scrap metal constructs jutted out of the concrete ground, forming the skeleton of the new city. Home enough, Reno supposed, until the world managed to end. "Alright, crew," he said, briskly navigating the stairs down from where they'd left Rufus. New building, away from Healin, safe as they were going to get. Good enough. "Here's how we're gonna do this. Rude's gonna take half of you off to start questionin' peo-" Reno's brilliant tactical skills pulled a total about-face when they stepped out of the building into the daylight, and he looked up to see two silver-haired men at the Midgar Monument. And every freaking kid who ever caught the stigma standing in a neat little circle around it. Apparently, the Remnants had mastered the art of geometric shapes. Reno would give them a gold star or something. Personally. "-ple... New plan! Rikku, Doji, Romeo, you're on kid duty. Get them outta here. Rude, man, you're with me." They were going to be ground into street paste, weren't they? They were. |
Romeo |
Romeo's eyes narrowed slightly at the abruptness of the order, but he could see in Reno's face that this was no time to argue -- kid duty might be difficult with one weak arm, but anything else would be worse. "Got it," he said, as simply as he could manage, and started toward the mob of unmoving children. |
Dōjima |
Dōjima just nodded once and followed after Romeo, casting a wary eye at the at the two leather-challenged men. "That's who I think it is, isn't it?" she muttered quietly to the other two. "Fantastic." |
Rikku |
Rikku held her gaze on Reno a few seconds longer than necessary, talking herself out of bitching him out for chasing after those two psychos. He was in Turk mode; this was his turf and not hers. She didn't have to like it, though. Finally she nodded and fell in with Dōjima and Romeo. "Yup," she said sourly. "And we're on rescue detail while they get their asses kicked." |
Dōjima |
"Do we get to gloat later, when they're miserable from the ass-kicking?" Dōjima quipped. "Because we'll be prettier, and unbeaten, and we can make them buy us drinks." She wasn't going to look back at them, because it was a distraction they couldn't afford. "Okay, 'Rescuers R Us', let's be heroes." |
![]() Kadaj |
Well, well, well. His brothers were at the monument, with the children, so the Turks showed up in their annoying suits to pick a fight. Boring. Surely they wouldn't leave behind their sickly, crippled President? Unprotected, all alone in the world? I spy, with my little old eye ... There. An unfinished building, and a wheelchair parked on the scaffolding. A little conversation with the President sounded far more entertaining. |
Reno |
Reno wasn't looking back to make sure Rude was with him as he stepped up to the monument, all the cockiness that he hadn't felt in days throwing itself into his swagger. He was gonna die. The two Remnants were ... trying to topple the statue, or something stupid like that. Which suited Reno just fine. If they were poking at a scale model of Midgar, it meant they weren't on the trail of the friggin smelly stupid ugly half-rotted alien head. "And what are we up to?" He sounded as reprimanding as he possibly could. Which, if he threw enough sneer into his voice, was pretty damn reprimanding. |
![]() Yazoo |
As one, Loz and Yazoo stopped pulling on the chains that held the monument in place. Turks, in their boring black suits. Perhaps they would be allowed to kill these two, as well. "We know," Yazoo gloated, gesturing to the memorial behind them. "Mother is here." |
Rude |
Rude didn't smirk. He didn't normally display that kind of emotion. But if he were prone to smirking, he would have. Stupid Remnants. "Oh, yeah?" |
![]() Loz |
"Yeah, this, uh ... thing?" Loz hazarded. "Monument-thing? ShinRa made it." So Mother had to be there. Right? It made sense to him. |
Reno |
"Oh no," Reno said, putting a finger to his head and smirking. "You're just too clever." He was allowed to look as bloody smug as he did. If they figured the head was there, they were totally on the wrong track. Probably. Reno was pretty sure Rufus hadn't had the opportunity to just casually pop on by the Midgar Monument after he had passed the smelly friggin' head off to him back in Healin. |
Rude |
Okay, Rude allowed himself to be a little smug, here. Stupid, STUPID remnants. "Except," he told them, "you're wrong." |
Reno |
Now was as good a time as any for Reno to have himself a good laugh. He might not ever get the opportunity to do so, and damn it would be a shame to not laugh at the stupid freaking remnants. "And wherever she is, we just don't know!" Smug. Smug like a smug thing, sharing the joke with his buddy, Rude. |
![]() Yazoo |
"Oh?" Yazoo was bemused. Bemused like a bemused remnant who would be killing all of them soon enough. "So the President doesn't trust his peons?" They were informed of all of Kadaj's plans. Poor little Turk. |
Reno |
Reno's mouth fell open, there. Wait a minute. That was. He just. No fair! Okay. Okay. Snappy comeback. He had to have one. Maybe he'd look at Rude for one? Someone had to have one, there, dammit. This had been going so well! ... Nope. Nothing coming directly to mind. Damn it! Damn them! Fine. Then he'd just launch himself at them and beat their faces in, instead. "Hryyyaah!" |
![]() Rufus |
Rufus Shinra was sitting in his wheelchair, idly watching the goings-on down in the street below. They'd deal with it. And if they didn't, they'd all die in the attempt. That was simply how the world was nowadays, it would seem. "Say, Kadaj," he said, as calmly as ever despite the chaos below, "I've got a question for you." |
![]() Kadaj |
"I've got an answer," Kadaj replied glibly. He might, he might not; it was such fun toying with the President. And if it got boring, he'd just shove the wheelchair off the edge and go join his brothers. They got to play with Turks today. |
![]() Rufus |
Ah yes. The Remnant's cooperation was... appreciated. For as much as it was worth, really. "You said you needed..." Rufus was torn, for a moment, over the possibility of making a snide comment about the head he'd been hiding, but decided against it. The cooperation wouldn't last at all, if he had. "... Jenova cells, in order to be whole again. What did you mean by that?" |
![]() Kadaj |
"Him," Kadaj said. His voice was almost pained in its reverence. There was no need to specify who He was, was there? "He's coming back." |
![]() Rufus |
Rufus felt a chill run through his body, and it took him a moment to sort out in his head that it was fear, as opposed to the geostigma that usually raked pain through him. In that moment, he was almost certain he preferred the disease. "Sephiroth." He hated the taste of that word on his tongue. "The nightmare." |
Rikku |
Rikku really didn't like just leaving Reno to throw down with those weird silver-haired guys, but there were little kids at stake. "Okay, c'mon, we're gonna get you ..." She blinked, and realized the boy wasn't even listening to her. Just staring off into space, blankly. "C'mon, kiddo, this isn't safe. We ..." She nudged his shoulder, lightly, and he didn't move. "Great," she announced, bending over to try to lift him deadweight. |
Romeo |
"He's frozen," Romeo announced, frustrated. "I can't carry them at all." He turned to one of the children. "I will give you anything you wish, if you just come where it's safe." |
Dōjima |
Dōjima looked up from the little girl she had been trying to coax away. "I don't think they can hear us!" she cried, trying to pick up the child. "We need a new plan!" |
Rikku |
"I think they got brain-zapped," Rikku said. She got her arms around the boy's knees, and lifted, finally tearing him from the ground. "Whoa. No more snacks for you." She turned to the other two. "I don't know how to break this, but we need to get them away. Before those two idiots do whatever the hell they're trying to do." Do not, do not, do not think about how they were over there, probably beating up on Reno. |
![]() Rufus |
Sephiroth. The nightmare. And Kadaj seemed convinced that they could end the world, and Rufus didn't entirely doubt that. But he was buying time. Stalling. Throwing words and goading the ego of the original silver-haired man forward, hoping that Kadaj was just as vain and desperate as the nightmare that he was a fragment of. Time. "The Lifestream courses through our planet, back and forth across the borders of life and death." A border he was walking all too closely, lately. "If that cycle is the very truth of life, then history, too, will inevitably repeat itself. So go on. Bring your Jenovas and your Sephiroths; it won't matter." He was full of so much bullshit, throwing words around in this little verbal dance they were sharing. "We'll do as life dictates and stop you every single time." |
![]() Kadaj |
"Please, sir." Did the President know that he was full of shit? Maybe being President of ShinRa made you think that every babbling word you said about life and death and nonsense like that meant something. "Is that your excuse for going after Mother yourself? You don't seem all that sorry." Look, he was down to his last two Turks. For now. They wouldn't last long against his brothers. Today was a very good day. |
![]() Rufus |
"Sorry?" Rufus was lying through the skin of his teeth. Continuing to act like none of this was bothering him. As always. Nothing bothered Rufus Shinra, after all. On the outside, at least. "Why... I've never had this much fun." Taunt him. Goad him along. Stall. Buy more time. |
![]() Kadaj |
Kadaj caught the light playing against the materia stuck into his arm -- stupid humans needed equipment to wield materia, being a shinentai had no such restrictions -- and smiled. Fun? The President was having fun. He was delighted to hear it. "Good." Kadaj turned around, holding that arm up to the sky. "Then let's put an end to all this." His fingers clenched in a tight fist, feeling the power draw in. Building ... building ... |
![]() Rufus |
Rufus narrowed his eyes from under the blanket draped over him, his grasp on the armrest of his chair tightening somewhat. Casting. The Remnant was casting. There was a lurch in his chest, which settled nicely down in his guts along with the chill he'd felt earlier. Apparently, his stalling didn't work. |
![]() Kadaj |
When he had enough energy, he flung his arm out towards the sky, watching beams of crisp red shoot out into the clouds. He caught the edge of his prey through the ether, and pulled, focusing all his might on that one being. A Summon. Big Brother's materia had some friends inside. Kadaj thought perhaps they would like to come out and play. |
![]() Bahamut Sin |
'Come out and play' was certainly an interesting way of viewing it, though anyone who was paying attention to the sky as it twisted and writhed would possibly note that it seemed as though the summon was almost being pulled from it, instead of enticed to join the game. The dragon that barreled out of the heavens was certainly not interested in playing. He was large, he was hungry, and he was in no mood to serve anyone's orders, human or otherwise. Bahamut Sin was angry. |
Reno |
"Hryyyah!" Reno was going to bust their faces in, just as soon as he got to the monument. Just as soon as he- As he... Oh. Oh. That was a freaking huge dragon. Reno was now stopping in his tracks, arms flailing wildly so he wouldn't lose his balance, stun baton swinging out behind him. Ooooooh. |
Rude |
Rude was one step behind Reno, as always. Ready to bust some faces in, as always. And then Reno stopped, and Rude looked up to see... a stun baton flying at his face. So, he was on the ground, holding his busted nose, while a big nasty SOMETHING roared over him. It would have been really nice to be able to say that this was the first time something like this had happened. He staggered to his feet and got a good look at the thing on the monument. Oh. OH. He'd beat Reno's head in later. |
Reno |
"Oh boy..." Reno looked up. Waaaaay up. The dragon roared. And then the dragon took a bite out of the monument. Like maybe it would be a pleasant appetizer before a main course of Turk sushi. Gonna die gonna die gonna die. "Hell-o!" Gonna die! |
Rude |
Rude stared at the thing. Someone'd gotten their hands on a summon materia, and the result wasn't pretty. He was, in fact, so fucking suprised, and scared, and shocked that his jaw dropped, and that never happened. "Hello," Reno had just said, so "HELL no," Rude replied. |
Reno |
Reno was now turning around to run again, barely missing Rude with his stun baton as he spun on his heel. When had Rude gotten so close, anyhow? Big dragon gonna eat us big dragon gonna eat us big dra- KID. Freaking kid in the way and who the hell put that there anyhow? Reno was now backtracking! Backtracking to grab the stupid freaking kid! Who... promptly stuck his fingers up his nose. Thanks, kid. A quick glance to the side, fingers still in his nose, revealed that they were now being pursued by the remnants, and that the dragon was about to attack. They were double dead. And then some. Damn it! Running again! Rude was up ahead, and if he kinda slung the kid halfway over his shoulder then maybe they'd make it! Yeah. That was the ticket. Uh. Wasn't it? "Is it after us?!" |
Rude |
"I'm not looking." Rude had one kid under each arm and was running like hell. Don't look back. Don't look back. Don't look back. Of course Reno would just have to pass him. He was faster anyway, PLUS he was only carrying one kid. Lightweight. Rude would tell him so, after they got out of this alive. With a burst of speed, he pulled out in front again. |
Rikku |
Rikku had one kid, still stiff as a board, firmly tucked under her arm when she heard the odd noise. She glanced up in time to see the clouds above swirling into a vortex, and a huge creature barreling out of the center of it, still materializing, roaring. She knew that funnel-cloud, that shape, even though she'd never seen this creature before. Even though this had been a little boy, in her world, giving his soul over to Yuna. Hadn't Reno said that? They had Summons here, too. "Bahamut," Rikku said, unable to keep herself from staring. |
Dōjima |
"English, Rikku!" Dōjima yelled, backing away with her child clutched to her chest. "What in the name of all the kami is that thing?" |
Rikku |
"I think it's Bahamut," Rikku said, still too dazed to do more than stare. "He ... he was this guardian? Protector, summon-thing? He would come out and fight for us, against enemies. He's ... gone now." Her thoughts derailed abruptly as Bahamut landed on the monument and roared again. He flapped his wings, then took flight, zooming upwards. "I ... don't think he's on our side," she managed, eyes widening. Shit. Shit. Shit. |
Romeo |
Romeo saw a dragon. Romeo was not going to waste time. "He doesn't know it, if he does," he said, trying to tear his eyes away from the huge fucking dragon and you would think Rikku could have mentioned dragons were a possibility. "I say we run." He grabbed a child by the hand and proceeded to do exactly that. |
Rikku |
Bahamut leveled off and .... that was a glowing blue ball he was conjuring, right in front of his mouth. OH SHIT. Flare. Flare. Why else would Bahamut be here except to blow the shit out of something. "Run for it," Rikku echoed. "Now." |
![]() Bahamut Sin |
It was almost amusing, how humans thought that they could control Bahamut with those silly materia of theirs. Summon him, make him do their bidding, and send him off again. But this time, he was free. He launched himself into the air, mouth agape, and a blue ball of flame gathered within his jaws. It built steadily, as did his altitude. And then he let go, a massive attack of blue fire colliding with the monument, exploding, sending humans, or at least the ones who were lucky enough not to be burned away entirely, flying from the impact of the explosion. And then, in a display of rage and power and triumph, he threw back his head and he roared. |
Rikku |
Rikku tried to keep the unmoving kid shielded from the flames as the force of the explosion knocked her off her feet. Being on this side of Flare really sucked. |
Reno |
Really, really sucked. Reno was sent flying, twisting in the air with the deadweight kid he'd grabbed still in his arms. Reno was a bony little shit, but he made a decent enough pillow, apparently. The child got up and walked away. Reno worked on prying his face off of the concrete. |
Romeo |
Romeo landed on his bad shoulder and let out a howl of agony. The little girl he'd grabbed covered her ears as she rose to standing. "I'm all right," Romeo said, to reassure himself as much as anyone else. |
Dōjima |
It was official, Yurika hated Reno's world. She might even tell him that, at length, once her ears stopped ringing and she could stand up. Her charge, apparently shaken out of whatever spell those Witches had had her under, took off running like there were oni chasing her. And really, there might be. Yurika pushed herself off the pavement and winced. "Headcount!" she called out. "Anyone we care about dead?" |
Rikku |
Rikku got to her knees, taking a deep breath and glancing around for the other two. Okay, good. "I think if we were dead, it'd hurt less." |
Rude |
Lying on the ground. In pain. Next to Reno. Yup, the day was pretty normal, so far. Rude worked on sitting up and looked over at Reno. "We've got to stop... doing this." |
Reno |
Okay. It was clearly New Plan time again. Reno was now actually on his feet again, scanning the crowd of fleeing civilians for a familiar pair of green shorts, or something that indicated that his people were still alive. ... His people? His friends. Turk mind, taking over. Now, really, was as good a time for it as any. There, in the crowd, a familiar face. He nodded to Rude and then took off toward them. The kids were on their own now. There was a freaking member of the Bahamut strain flying around Edge. |
Rikku |
"You have a Bahamut?" Rikku asked, running up to Reno a little breathlessly. Trying not to wince, because ow, she'd smacked the ground hard. "How come it's on their side? Are you guys okay?!" Normal people might've put that one first. |
Romeo |
"I'm in one piece, at the least," Romeo said. "But I have no idea how to fight a dragon." ...sentences you never thought you would say pre-Fandom. |
Dōjima |
"Maybe I should have brought my Orbo," Yurika muttered. "That makes two of us, aijin. If it were a Witch, I could set a ward, but that is a bit, well, bigger than what I'm trained to deal with." |
Reno |
"A Bahamut? Reno raised an eyebrow at Rikku. "No, Rikku. It's a whole friggin' species." Reno craned his head to eye the Bahamut, a deep frown on his lips. He hadn't seen one quite like that, before. "They probably got their grubby mitts on a summon materia, zoto." It was executive decision time, again. "You three stick together. Rikku, you got experience with Bahamuts? Good. You're gonna lead the team. Rude, you're still with me. The Remnants are still out there." And, despite the fact that they were far smaller, they were still far more dangerous than the freaking dragon. Bahamut, after all, was most likely a distraction for something bigger. |
Rikku |
"Big things die just like anything else," Rikku said, nodding confidently to Dōjima and Romeo. "You slash at them and shoot at them and punch holes in them, and move really fast when they swipe at you. Everything dies eventually, if you hit it enough. Easy." Sin had been the size of an island. It just took longer. She raised an eyebrow at Reno. "You're gonna get your ass kicked." Not arguing. Just stating a fact. Namely, I don't like this. |
Rude |
Rude took a break from scanning the crowd and looking for the Remnants in order to look over at Rikku. "Yeah," he told her. "We do that a lot." |
Reno |
"Gotta be good at somethin'," Reno agreed, sparing a moment to look over the group. "Alright, you bunch'a turkeys. Get movin', yo." Before anyone could protest, Reno was already running back toward the silver-haired men. ... This was going to hurt. A lot. |
Cloud |
Cloud had lost the battle in the Forgotten Forest. He'd lost. If Vincent hadn't shown up when he did... And the visions of Aerith... what did they mean? Still. He'd rescued Marlene, and now he was back in Edge, racing through the city on his motorcycle, and there was a Bahamut attacking. No more dilly-dallying; it was time to be a hero again. And there was Tifa, right over there, and he needed to go to her. Would he ever be able to look at her without seeing Aerith? Did it matter, with a rampaging dragon on the loose? He pulled up next to Tifa. "Marlene is safe, I took her home," he told her. "...I feel lighter." |
Tifa |
A Bahamut was sweeping the sky, and Tifa was already pulling her gloves on. (You didn't need a weapon, if you were good enough with your fists.) No time to rescue the kids -- there was a Summon to deal with. She wasn't expecting Cloud, but there he was, right in time for the dramatic entrance. "Nice job," she said, breathing a sigh of relief. She'd been worried sick about the little girl, and besides, if anything happened to his daughter, Barret would kill someone. She hopped on the motorcycle behind him. "... Lighter?" |
Cloud |
It was good to feel her behind him, with him. Where she belonged. He was starting to regret having spent so much time alone lately. At any rate, the world needed them again, and they made a good team. Avalanche was on the job. "Maybe I lost some weight," he told her, with a hint of a smile. That's what he meant -- his heart was lighter. It didn't matter if his whole life was a lie; right here and now he was the person who had beaten Sephiroth, and the one who would defeat Kadaj and his gang. "All that dilly-dallying." He'd thought a lot about what she'd said. |
Tifa |
Tifa couldn't stop her own face from breaking out in a grin. She wrapped her arms around Cloud and squeezed, maybe tighter than was necessary, as the motorcycle took off. "About time," she said. Welcome back, Cloud. |
Reno |
Beaten, cranky, and pretty much positive that this wasn't going to end well in the least, Reno was once again leading the charge toward Loz and Yazoo. Or, more accurately, the somewhat grumpy march. Walk. Limp. Whatever. |
![]() Yazoo |
Yazoo couldn't help snickering. These stupid humans didn't know when they had lost. It would be fun, breaking more Turks. "Are we having fun yet?" |
Reno |
Jerk. Stupid freaking Sephiroth wannabe in bad leather and Reno wanted very much to just kick the dumb fuck's face in, right there. "The time of my life!" Really, kicking the dumb fuck's face in was what he was there to do. So he was going to take the opportunity to attempt to do just that. |
![]() Yazoo |
Yazoo took the kick, letting it knock him into a backflip. He thrusted and parried with his arms before aiming his own kick for the Turk's face. |
Reno |
Reno had actually lasted longer than he figured he would, there, kicking and punching and totally oblivious as to where Rude had gotten off to with that other one for all of about four seconds. And then he was sent sprawling to the ground from a kick to the face, sliding a good few meters before hauling himself to his feet and running at the long-haired remnant again. "When're you gonna call it a day?" |
![]() Yazoo |
Yazoo neatly avoided the silly Turk's attack, leaping effortlessly backward to land and perch atop a nearby building. He smirked down at the silly, silly human. The answer was obvious, wasn't it? "As soon as you give back Mother, that will be the end of everything." |
Reno |
... Okay. Reno really didn't like that guy. Jumping up onto a freaking building like it was something anyone could do? That just pissed him the fuck off. And so, after a moment of silently standing on the ground and fuming, Reno did the only thing he really could do, in that situation. He ran up the side of the fucking building, launching himself over the top edge to swing his EMR down in another attempt to beat the pretty boy's face right off. |
Rude |
While Reno was off doing his flashy kicky thing, Rude and the muscle were off in a much more traditional fistfight. "Punks!" he grunted, as Loz caught one of his fists, and then the other, and tried to overpower him. "What do you need Jenova's... HEAD for?" On "head", he used his, knocking Loz back and gaining the advantage for all of a second or two. Then the punk -- STILL holding his hands tightly, dammit -- kicked him in the stomach and jumped over him, leaving Rude bent over backwards in a frikking awkward position. And then the bastard threw him. Well, I've always liked flying, he thought, as he sailed down the block towards certain pain. |
Rikku |
"Okay," Rikku said, cocking her gun and readying her Godhand. "What we have here is a Bahamut. We're gonna shoot some holes in him until he falls over. And I'm gonna get close-up and see if I can steal anything good. It's okay, I do that a lot. If he gets near you, jump, run, dodge, do not let him hit you. If he does hit you, drink one of these." Potions, to each of them. "Oh. That reminds me." More digging, and this time she held out small flat gemstones. "Bombs. Mostly grenades. Toss them at him, try not to hit anybody else. Some of these have a good kick to them. Last thing." She shook the final two items together and threw them onto the ground -- there was a faint hiss and a transparent wall shimmered in front of them, then disappeared again. "Just a little protective spell, nothing to worry about. Means you can take a hit without falling over entirely. Um. You guys ready for this?" |
Romeo |
"We don't have a choice," Romeo grimaced, looking way, way up at the dragon. "We shoot where he's soft?" |
Dōjima |
"Soft, right," Yurika snorted, quickly reloading her gun. "Any suggestions on where he's soft? Otherwise I'm just going to aim for his face." |
Rikku |
"Face is good, so is belly," she nodded. "Wings probably have armor. If he's too armored up, we'll have to break it, but that's doable. For now, shoot, dodge, and --" A motorcycle pulled up, with that blonde guy Reno had been yelling at yesterday, and Tifa. "And it looks like we're gonna have help." Considering the huge swords Cloud was pulling out of his bike, a lot of help. Awesome. |
![]() Vincent |
There was a flutter of red velvet, and then tall, dark and creepy was standing beside them, gun drawn and firing at the beast. "I've been told I need a phone," he said, as if it was the most natural conversation topic in the world. "Anyone know where I can buy one?" |
Dōjima |
He was shooting at the dragon, so Yurika wasn't going to shoot tall-dark-and-emo for startling her. He that shoots the BFD is thy friend. "Haven't had a chance to hit the shopping districts around here yet," she replied, bringing her Walther up to follow his trajectory. "Maybe we can get one of the locals to give us directions later, ne?" |
Romeo |
Romeo only halfway heard the banter. Most of his attention was on the dragon, who was on the monument and leaning over, almost delicately, for a snack. "After we kill him," he nodded, raising his gun. He fired at the dragon's eye. |
Cloud |
Bahamut reared up, hissing at them, and flew higher, circling the block before settling on one of the nearby unfinished buildings. Good. Less bystanders to get hurt. Cloud followed at a run. |
Rikku |
Okay, this was dangerous, and Bahamut was huge, and Reno was off getting the crap beat out of him, so now was not the time to decide that she'd really missed taking down huge scary fiends. Except she kinda had. Rikku took off after Cloud, jumping up onto one of the rafters closest to the ground, and waiting. Hmmm. Maybe if she threw things at him, Bahamut would come closer? She had grenades. Really, it was worth a shot. |
Dōjima |
Yurika yelped as she dodged decapitation-by-dragon-tail as it turned towards Rikku, seeking the source of the explosions. "Watch it!" she yelled at it, taking the moment to throw a grenade at it and reload her gun while it focused its attentions elsewhere. |
Romeo |
Romeo rolled behind a partial wall, then tossed a fire bomb at the dragon. "Nice," he muttered, watching it burst in air inches from the dragon's scaly neck. Bahamut writhed and screamed, red blisters rising from his neck. |
Reno |
Reno flew into the billboard, and he flew into it hard, feeling supports and bolts snap with the impact. The fight wasn't going so well. He got hung up on something- his eyes weren't open and he wasn't paying the greatest attention as to what- on the way down, but he slid free of even that, and braced himself for impact as he fell, expecting a hard landing, shortly behind the sign he'd destroyed moments before. ... Surprisingly, his landing was much softer than he'd anticipated. He grunted and pulled himself to his feet, ignoring the crunch under his boot. Ow. |
Rude |
Rude stared, open-mouthed, at what used to be his shades, and then looked up at Reno. Red-haired punk was seriously getting a beat-down, if they survived this. Maybe after they got drunk together. Right now, though, it was time to stand up and dust himself off. |
Reno |
"Mother, schmother," Reno grunted, standing up and working on brushing some particularly stubborn dirt from his sleeve before looking up at the Remnants again. "It's Jenova's friggin' head." Well. It was. And it stank like rotten ass, too. Reno was going to straighten his clothes some more. Even while the stupid Remnants got ticked off. |
![]() Yazoo |
Something in Yazoo's gut wrenched, and he balled his hands into fists. Jenova's friggin' head. As though his mother was nothing more than a chunk of scientific research for those pathetic humans to pick apart. "I will not have you refer to mother that way," he protested. |
![]() Loz |
His brother, Loz, was all too willing to agree. "You meanie," he whined, and Yazoo had to wonder for a moment if he was going to start to cry. Again. |
Rude |
Rude pulled out another pair of shades -- he always had a spare -- and put them on. The stupid remnant was about to cry, wasn't he? Almost made Rude feel bad. "Our apologies." |
Reno |
Aw, jeez. Reno had made the freaking freak get all... sniffly, and shit. He dusted off his jacket once more for good measure. "Your ma's cool," he relented, by way of apology. ... Wait. No. Jenova was not cool. Jenova smelled like ass and wanted to destroy all life on Gaia. What the hell? "What the hell am I saying!?" He'd been hit in the head too many times! He was gonna have to fix that by lunging at the stupid Remnants again, dammit. |
Tseng |
Things, Tseng noted as he walked down the streets of Edge, did not seem to be going very smoothly at all. A stop in Healin had turned up no more than an empty building, which meant that, provided Rude, Reno, and The President were all still alive, they'd gone and relocated to Edge. It wasn't difficult, of course, to notice the excitement happening at the monument. Turks, Remnants, and even a few strangers whose faces Tseng knew only from files on Reno's time at Fandom, all fighting tooth and nail for their lives. And up above the streets... Tseng turned to look at Elena, then nodded upward, where the President and one of the Remnants were both watching the fighting below them. |
![]() Elena |
Elena was so less sure of herself than she had been, two days ago. She'd been calling herself a Turk, and only now did she realize she'd been playing. As soon as she stole a quiet moment, she was going to resign. Maybe Turks got to resign, if they were unqualified. There wouldn't be a quiet moment any time soon. Edge was filled with chaos. Reno and Rude -- her stomach gave a lurch; they were okay, thank Shiva -- fighting two of the Remnants, who made her stomach twist in a very different sort of way. A Bahamut summon, roaring above the city, and Cloud leading the charge. And the President, near the edge of a sheer drop, with the third Remnant taunting him. Their decision was made for them. Cloud could beat a Summon easily. Reno and Rude might be outmatched, but the President was in danger. She fell into position, net gun at the ready, and hoped her timing wouldn't miss. |
Tifa |
Tifa ran up an available wall, then jumped off to another, and another, finding handholds, footholds, or just jumping off sheer walls, until she was at Bahamut's level. Her last jump took her sailing over the dragon's head in a cartwheel, and she rained punches down on it as she went by. |
Cloud |
Cloud whirled his sword over his head before diving down from a high rafter to clash, furiously, with Bahamut's right wing. Slash, cross, back, and one deep slice cutting deep into its midsection before Cloud pushed away again, executing a perfect backflip to land on the low rafter beneath. He felt powerful again. How had he forgotten this? It was as natural as drawing breath. |
Rikku |
Now Bahamut was close enough. Rikku jumped up, bounced off one of the side rafters, and lunged for him, aiming for the center of his torso. She punched, hard, with her Godhand, while she searched for goodies. Ha. A small gem, and she'd examine it later. For now, she leaped down again, punching and kicking on the way. |
![]() Vincent |
On her way down, she passed Vincent, who was standing calmly on a convenient ledge, his cloak billowing dramatically around him. As soon as she was clear, he raised his gun and fired again. |
Dōjima |
Yurika was doing her best to ignore how her friend was jumping off rafters and punching dragons. It made her head hurt. She looked at the giant slash Cloud had cut in the thing, the beginnings of an idea forming. "Aim at the stomach!" she yelled to Romeo as she tried to find a better position. "Where he cut it open!" |
Romeo |
Romeo had tried an experimental leap into the air and learned he was still firmly bound by the law of gravity, thank you. Not that he regretted this as he nodded to Yurika and opened fire, pulling his trigger as fast and accurately as he could. |
Rikku |
Rikku waved a quick thumbs-up to Dōjima. She still had her glock, but the bombs felt more natural to her. She crouched and pulled out a heavy gem, weighing it for a second before letting it fly. Aiming at that same gash. |
Cloud |
Bahamut was reeling badly. It was time to finish this. Lucky for him, Cloud had never been bound by the law of gravity. He jumped high, separating his two swords and letting out a firm yell as he carved both into Bahamut's wingspan. When he pulled them out again, Bahamut fell to the ground, lifeless, and Cloud flipped cleanly over his back onto the nearest ledge. He surveyed their work proudly. Victory tasted sweet. |
![]() Yazoo |
His brothers were playing with the Turks, and Bahamut was knocking over buildings with their Big Brother and all of his friends. And they had only just started! He had so much more of Big Brother's materia left. "This is too fun, sir," he smiled, walking along the edge and peering down with glee. "Any requests for the next act?" |
![]() Rufus |
Rufus's lips twitched upward slightly, in a bit of a smirk. It wasn't time that they needed anymore. It was action. A far better sort of distraction. He just so happened to have one on hand. He'd been carrying it for quite some time, now, in a little black box, hand-delivered by one of his Turks. And so he stood and allowed the blanket that had been covering both him and the head of the calamity fall away. And he smirked, holding it up slightly to make certain that Kadaj got for himself a damn good look. |
![]() Kadaj |
Rufus. Standing. He'd been bluffing. Kadaj hadn't broken any of his pretty little fingers because he'd been in that wheelchair, faking. No. Not faking. He had the Stigma. He had -- He had a small black box in his hands. Just the sight of it made every cell in Kadaj's body cry out. "Mother," Kadaj gasped. His pupils flashed into slits. Mother. Mother. She was there. Right there, he could reach out and feel her. Mother. |
![]() Rufus |
There was a definite hint of satisfied smugness in Rufus's voice as he inclined his head slightly, then. "A good son would have known." And that was when he threw Jenova's head off the side of the building. |
![]() Kadaj |
A good son a good son she wanted Sephiroth, not him, he was never good enough he was not the one she wanted he was never going to find her Mother Mother Mother and the scream that came from his throat was rage and agony and despair as he hurled a fireball towards Rufus's face. |
![]() Rufus |
The next moment was a slow sort of blur. Screaming, and fire flying at him so closely that it tore the bandages clean from his face, and Rufus stepping to the side to avoid it. The side. The side. The side was right over the edge of the building, and Rufus didn't breathe as gravity took control, pulling him downward. "Hmn." He was dying anyhow. He reached into his coat. And he pulled out his gun. If he was going to die now, then he might as well do some damage on the way down, firing off a few parting shots at Kadaj while he tumbled toward the ground, smirking all the while. |
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