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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.
( our nightmares come to life )
What: Gotta save the sorceress that is losing control D: idk.
Where: On the edge of the forest.
When: Present time.
( our nightmares come to life )
He was still wounded, of course, still not entirely on his game, and moving was something of a difficult task, but. He managed, regardless, managed to make his way across the city until he was as close to the forest as he really wanted to get, before stopping completely. The pressure was horrible here, was crushing on his lungs and shoulders until he could barely breathe, and vaguely, he wondered why the hell she would have even come here, why she'd be pulled to this particular location when it was already so bad, when it was so terrible and gut-wrenching. Wondered, and then he took a step forward, and it built some more, brushed down his back and pressed against his spine.
Worse than horrible, then. It was something out of a goddamn nightmare. Luckily for him, the area was flat, easy to see over, and as he took another strangled step forward, a gasp leaking from between his lips, he could spot the dark head of hair and the small, lithe form covered in blue resting only yards away from him. She was holding something against her chest, and Vincent stopped again, squinted as his fingers slipped over the metal of his gun before he was sliding it into the holster at his waist.
Another step, and then another, and the oxygen was practically becoming solid, was thick as he tried to suck it into his lungs. It clawed down him, again and again, pressing into his wounds, pressing into the veins at his temples, and yeah. He got it now, understood why no one would ever be able to find an exit, because. This was unbearable, wasn't it, and he wasn't sure how long Rinoa had been there, wasn't she if she would even be okay once he got her out of there, but.
Had to focus. Had to ignore it. He'd been through worse than this, and the pain wasn't that bad, wasn't that goddamn terrible, if he didn't think about it. All in his head, right, and it was just another fucking mind game, and he could deal with this.
"Rinoa," and her name felt strange coming from his lips, was too soft on the flat of his tongue, and he fell to one knee beside her, gloved fingers drifting over her side as he curled an arm around her to draw her close to his chest.
"Rinoa," he said it again, firmly this time, as his free hand curved across the line of her jaw to draw her chin up so that she was looking at him, so that red eyes were focusing on that face. "Hold onto the dog, all right?"
Vincent knew that there was another, too, somewhere in the distance from where Rinoa was actually situated. He'd collapsed not far from where she actually was, and as soon as he dealt with Rinoa, as soon as he had her secured away in his grasp, he'd make his way over to him.
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He was strong. He could get through this, injuries or no. Balling his hands into a fist, he staggered backwards before catching himself. Maybe helping out was a bad idea, if he couldn't even hold his own. Maybe he should have stayed back, so he wouldn't be such a burden on anyone else. Maybe--
Maybe this wasn't the time to lose focus.
As Vincent called for Rinoa, Shuuhei slowly walked their way, stopping just short of the man before squatting down a bit. It helped him focus, seeing his target in front of him. Looking even worse than his usual self, he lowered his head thinking of a way to make her feel more at ease. Kidou? Not possible, given the circumstance. The dog. She'd kill someone if they couldn't salvage the dog from this place. "I'll take the dog," he replied, "You take the girl."
Figures he'd end up carrying the dog. Shuuhei never really had any luck when it came down to these circumstances. And for some reason, the dog reminded him of a certain captain that he hadn't seen since the captain and lieutenant meeting back home. Was that really a month ago?
No, he could take care of himself. And hell if he was going to let Vincent help him, because Shuuhei still had his pride to take care of. No matter how many times it was trampled on by everyone for the past month. He wasn't going to be useless, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let this unbearable pressure get to him. He still had a job to do that he was hell bent on finishing.
"Is that all right with you?"
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Squall was supposed to be there, he made a promise too. She winced against the memory and one hand freed from the dog to tightly grip the shoulder of her support. "You promised, you promised," she murmured, though she trailed off to heavy breaths. It was too hard to speak, too hard to think or to move or to breathe. The pressure she could feel was unbearable, but she couldn't find the source, she couldn't push it away.
There, another recognizable voice. More that could be in danger if she let go, if she failed. "Angelo? Don't hurt her. Don't take her away. She's mine."
Mine.
The thought wasn't her own, and it wasn't referring to her dog. Rinoa released her possessive grip on Angelo, nursing the same hand against her chest as if she'd been burned. "Need to stay away from me," she whimpered, almost an immediate contradiction to her earlier worries. "I'll hurt them, but it isn't me," she argued with herself, and repeated, "it isn't me."
Ultimecia had gone silent at this point and Rinoa's eyes closed again, focusing on keeping steady breaths. Was she gone? Maybe she finally gave up. No, this monster from the future didn't just give up. She would come back, pushing for control and power. All Rinoa could wonder now was what had triggered her in the first place, made her so angry and discontent, and if there was anything she could do to stop the sorceress from hurting anyone else.
"Don't.. leave me alone, please," she murmured to both men, straining against the pounding in her head and the ache in her chest. "She'll come, and I don't want to be alone, but..." she could end up hurting them. It was hard to decide between the choices. "I'm scared..." Squall... Maybe it would have been better to remain locked away.
"... Just scared..."
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