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Who: Rinoa (liberante), Shuuhei (shoohay), Vincent (tremefy)
What: Gotta save the sorceress that is losing control D: idk.
Where: On the edge of the forest.
When: Present time.
"It's not safe, it's not okay." The words were mumbled in repetition, dark eyes searching the screen of the communicator held so loosely in her hand. The other was buried in the dark fur of the dog laying beside her, feeling the heart beating in constant reminder that her best friend was okay, that she wasn't alone anymore. "Angelo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She didn't understand why she was still repeating herself, still mumbling words that didn't make sense, still seeing her between the trees. "Angelo, Angelo," she muttered, almost begging the animal to get up, to show her a sign of life other than the slow, steady breaths. Something else, anything else.
Another flash amongst the trees and Rinoa ducked down, the communicator clattering onto the ground as she covered her head. "Go away!" Her cry echoed back to her ears and Rinoa peeked up, fingers trembling as they lay across her lap. "... I don't... I don't want to hurt anyone. Don't come here, too. Please, don't make me," she pleaded with the forest, with what she was sure was in there. It was only in her head, or so she would have realized if she had been thinking rationally, but how could she?
A throbbing pain struck between her eyes and Rinoa flinched, a hand lifting to rest against her forehead with a hiss. It hurt, it hurt so much. A whisper ran across her cheek and she cringed away, falling back and scurrying to get away from the threat only she could see. "Stop, stop..." The word continued to pass between her lips, though getting quieter in each turn. Hadn't she gone through this already? She didn't want to do it again.
Finally, Rinoa dropped her hands to the ground, head tilting back as she shouted, "I don't want you!" There, again, a glimpse of the sorceress that just couldn't possibly be here. Rinoa shrank away, arms wrapping around herself as she shook. "Please, just leave me alone..." But it wouldn't. She would end up hurting people she cared about, hurting innocent people that had nothing to do with it. And why? What would it be for? She couldn't achieve time compression with a place like this, or so Rinoa was sure of.
That piercing feeling, as if somewhere were hitting her with a hammer repeatedly, never ceased and she was growing close to tears. Questions rolled in and out with no answers and for once Rinoa could admit to her feelings. She was lost, she was scared, she wasn't as strong as others seemed to be around here. She wanted to be like her new friends, able to fight through this. She wanted her old friends, here to support her. She wanted Squall to comfort her.
You always want.
There was no time left.
What: Gotta save the sorceress that is losing control D: idk.
Where: On the edge of the forest.
When: Present time.
"It's not safe, it's not okay." The words were mumbled in repetition, dark eyes searching the screen of the communicator held so loosely in her hand. The other was buried in the dark fur of the dog laying beside her, feeling the heart beating in constant reminder that her best friend was okay, that she wasn't alone anymore. "Angelo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She didn't understand why she was still repeating herself, still mumbling words that didn't make sense, still seeing her between the trees. "Angelo, Angelo," she muttered, almost begging the animal to get up, to show her a sign of life other than the slow, steady breaths. Something else, anything else.
Another flash amongst the trees and Rinoa ducked down, the communicator clattering onto the ground as she covered her head. "Go away!" Her cry echoed back to her ears and Rinoa peeked up, fingers trembling as they lay across her lap. "... I don't... I don't want to hurt anyone. Don't come here, too. Please, don't make me," she pleaded with the forest, with what she was sure was in there. It was only in her head, or so she would have realized if she had been thinking rationally, but how could she?
A throbbing pain struck between her eyes and Rinoa flinched, a hand lifting to rest against her forehead with a hiss. It hurt, it hurt so much. A whisper ran across her cheek and she cringed away, falling back and scurrying to get away from the threat only she could see. "Stop, stop..." The word continued to pass between her lips, though getting quieter in each turn. Hadn't she gone through this already? She didn't want to do it again.
Finally, Rinoa dropped her hands to the ground, head tilting back as she shouted, "I don't want you!" There, again, a glimpse of the sorceress that just couldn't possibly be here. Rinoa shrank away, arms wrapping around herself as she shook. "Please, just leave me alone..." But it wouldn't. She would end up hurting people she cared about, hurting innocent people that had nothing to do with it. And why? What would it be for? She couldn't achieve time compression with a place like this, or so Rinoa was sure of.
That piercing feeling, as if somewhere were hitting her with a hammer repeatedly, never ceased and she was growing close to tears. Questions rolled in and out with no answers and for once Rinoa could admit to her feelings. She was lost, she was scared, she wasn't as strong as others seemed to be around here. She wanted to be like her new friends, able to fight through this. She wanted her old friends, here to support her. She wanted Squall to comfort her.
You always want.
There was no time left.