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Who: Vincent Valentine
Status: Open by phonecall.
When: 8:30 AM
Where: Lucrecia's Cave
What: Vincent searches for answers from someone who can't speak.
Pain coursed through every joint of his body, with every pulse of his blood. His arms trembled against the weight of his body as he pulled himself up onto the final ledge that led into the cave, gingerly bringing one leg up, then the other, to gain ground. He remained kneeling for a short time, sucking in a sharp breath as he moved to stand fully.
Shalua would have a field day with the report of the after effects, he was certain.
Human hand going briefly to his temple as he entered the chilled cave, Vincent held down the feeling of discomfort in his body. His mind needed to remain focused on what was at hand, not the pounding sensation running through it. The shadow of the cave envelopped him as he delved deeper, setting his bags aside and resting his eyes on the crystal nestled in the pool of water. There was a sense of relief, a doubt washed away in the back of his mind that with the ressurection of the others, perhaps Lucrecia would be set free. It was not something he wanted for her to go through, the sudden release and he not being here to guide her.
Light pooled around the crystal like a halo for the ground, the edges of which he sat upon, legs loosely drawn up and arms resting on top of his knees. He gazed up at her for a quiet moment, the sound of the water rippling gently coming to his ears.
"So," he murmured. "What does all of this mean?"
A murmur of sound as the water lapped up against the brilliant crystal that encased her, hands still clasped as tightly as before. Yet there was no answer she could really give him, had never given him, her presence only guiding him through his own thoughts.
Lifestream... Disturbance, Aerith and Zack returning - and Scarlet, according to Tseng. Yet, who else? There had to be others. It couldn't be so selective, could it? Perhaps, but he still felt that there was more he was not in sight of. He had so little information to go on. Aerith, Zack, disturbance of the Lifestream, WEAPON, Scarlet. Was the Planet gearing up once more? Against what? Humans? They had stopped all use of mako and materia, what else were they doing wrong?
What was he missing?
He closed his eyes against the headache that refused to disperse, lowering his head. He gave into his exhaustion and allowed himself to lightly drift off, listening to the way the water splashed in the cave, eachoed against the wall. It wasn't a peaceful sound, as in the past. Frantic, a sudden, unnatural feeling...
And it was almost as if she was calling to him, a sense of urgency that was not his own.
Status: Open by phonecall.
When: 8:30 AM
Where: Lucrecia's Cave
What: Vincent searches for answers from someone who can't speak.
Pain coursed through every joint of his body, with every pulse of his blood. His arms trembled against the weight of his body as he pulled himself up onto the final ledge that led into the cave, gingerly bringing one leg up, then the other, to gain ground. He remained kneeling for a short time, sucking in a sharp breath as he moved to stand fully.
Shalua would have a field day with the report of the after effects, he was certain.
Human hand going briefly to his temple as he entered the chilled cave, Vincent held down the feeling of discomfort in his body. His mind needed to remain focused on what was at hand, not the pounding sensation running through it. The shadow of the cave envelopped him as he delved deeper, setting his bags aside and resting his eyes on the crystal nestled in the pool of water. There was a sense of relief, a doubt washed away in the back of his mind that with the ressurection of the others, perhaps Lucrecia would be set free. It was not something he wanted for her to go through, the sudden release and he not being here to guide her.
Light pooled around the crystal like a halo for the ground, the edges of which he sat upon, legs loosely drawn up and arms resting on top of his knees. He gazed up at her for a quiet moment, the sound of the water rippling gently coming to his ears.
"So," he murmured. "What does all of this mean?"
A murmur of sound as the water lapped up against the brilliant crystal that encased her, hands still clasped as tightly as before. Yet there was no answer she could really give him, had never given him, her presence only guiding him through his own thoughts.
Lifestream... Disturbance, Aerith and Zack returning - and Scarlet, according to Tseng. Yet, who else? There had to be others. It couldn't be so selective, could it? Perhaps, but he still felt that there was more he was not in sight of. He had so little information to go on. Aerith, Zack, disturbance of the Lifestream, WEAPON, Scarlet. Was the Planet gearing up once more? Against what? Humans? They had stopped all use of mako and materia, what else were they doing wrong?
What was he missing?
He closed his eyes against the headache that refused to disperse, lowering his head. He gave into his exhaustion and allowed himself to lightly drift off, listening to the way the water splashed in the cave, eachoed against the wall. It wasn't a peaceful sound, as in the past. Frantic, a sudden, unnatural feeling...
And it was almost as if she was calling to him, a sense of urgency that was not his own.