[When Aerith wakes up, it's in a field of lilies that stretch on as far as the eye can see in any direction. Her old wounds are gone, her hair's long and untangled, the tattoo from ShinRa is nowhere to be found. Her pink dress and red jacket look brand new, her braid held back by a crisp pink ribbon. She stands and stares at her hands, turning them ( Read more... )

[It had to happen sometime, no matter what. Even she couldn't live without sleep forever, just as she needed food even if she no longer noticed the hunger for what it was. But the scene that stretched out before her left her feeling something she'd almost forgotten ( Read more... )

Hurts. [Her hand is shaking, the palm blistered and scorched and she's glaring at it.]

Hurts. Won't go away. Why not. Why not. Should fix it but it won't.

[Huddled against the wall in her cabin, Aerith clutches her hair, desperately trying to listen for something.]

I can't...they're gone. Where are they?

[Once curfew is over, she's going to be out stalking the halls, looking for the people who are 'missing.' Aerith does not appreciate being cut off from her extrasensory abilities. Expect her to ( Read more... )

[Guided by the sparks of electricity that flow along the corridors, Aerith walks through the forests with ease, the holograms like a fog around her. Vampires hiss and scream, fleeing from her as if she were the plague. Unfazed by this, she keeps walking.]

Nothing there at all...

((ooc: Disregard the earlier version of this post! You didn't see ( Read more... )

[Aerith's sitting on her bed, her back to the wall as she hugs her knees. Her mess of hair hides her face, the heavy tangles falling around her shoulders like a bedraggled mantle. Her voice is rough and as damaged as always, but there's a sharp edge of hysteria buried in it.]

No. No no no no no. Where is it? Where is it? It's GONE. Can't feel it, ( Read more... )