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Who: Reeve, Lapiz WEAPON, Cloud, Tifa
Status: Closed
When: 12:30 AM
Where: Sector 4 border, Edge
What: A necessary trip home ends up getting a little complicated.
( can't see the trees for the forest )
Status: Closed
When: 12:30 AM
Where: Sector 4 border, Edge
What: A necessary trip home ends up getting a little complicated.
( can't see the trees for the forest )
After a moment to catch his breath, Reeve cautiously sat up to look at the creature who he had run upon. Long, scaly, intelligence flashing behind its eyes and... mako wounds? What kind of creature would have mako showing through the skin? "... you're the WEAPON, aren't you?" he murmured. "At least Yuffie'll be glad to know you're alive."
A second's pause, and the WRO president got to his feet- slowly, carefully, not making any sudden moves- and crouched in front of the WEAPON. Holding one hand out, he hoped the tiny beads of blood where he'd skinned his palm wouldn't deter the creature. "You probably don't understand a word I'm saying, but I'm not here to harm you," he began. "Yuffie and Cloud are worried about you. I only want to help."
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It could definitely smell the metallic scent of blood on the air past its heavy breathing, and even though it shook its head at the smell, the dragon began distinguishing the differences. There appeared to be no sign of the darkness within this one and their human cells also didn’t give the unnatural scent those other creation gave.
Whining at its confusing situation, the WEAPON began to pace side to side on the spot in indecision before it cautiously stretched out its neck towards the offered hand. Pressing its snout tentatively against the bleeding flesh, the dragon snorted as its nose was touched by the crimson liquid shortly before it yanked its face away and shook its head to rid itself of the blood.
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Ouch. Having the creature poke its nose into the scrapes didn't feel too good for Reeve either. It was almost comical, however, watching the WEAPON try to get the blood off its snout. "Bothers you, does it? Hmm...." Still moving slowly, he pulled an old, pastel flowered handkerchief from his pocket and shook it out to prove it was harmless before wiping his palm clean. One of his mum's old rags; it was so work it was threadbare, and not the one he usually kept with him, so getting it dirty wasn't as much of a worry. "It's nothing that will harm you. See? Gone now." Reeve shifted a bit to consider the situation. He was used to skittish animals; this was no different. At least, that was what he told himself. "I know it's scary. It's all right. Are you hurting? Can I help?"
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With its body paused in anticipation to the oncoming attack, its gleaming red eyes watched Reeve’s actions intensely as he wiped away the blood. Tilting its head to the side in confusion, the WEAPON gave a half hearted whine when it appeared that no attack was forthcoming. Pawing the ground in front of it, the dragon shook its tattered wings before folding them back against its body and taking a step towards Reeve.
Granted, one wing hung limply down along its side from the firecat’s previous attack, but the small WEAPON didn’t allow that problem to deter it as it reached out to sniff the handkerchief.
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Reeve paused and almost put the handkerchief back before letting the WEAPON sniff it. Silly to be protective over a piece of cloth, anyhow. He doubted it smelled very good- it had streaks of dirt and small rips from rose thorns where he'd used it to wipe his hands clean after tending his mother's grave- but he was no judge of what smelled good to animals. Especially considering what they usually preferred sniffing anyway. "If I'd known I was going to run into you out here," he said, more to himself than to the little dragon, "I'd have brought a first-aid kit."
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Grumbling lightly when nothing was found, the dragon sent the human an almost thoughtful glance before it turned itself around and began walking back down the street. Snorting softly, what strength its body gave it with the previous thought of a threat fled, and soon enough, the dragon began subtly limping its way down the sidewalk. Remaining any longer in this position would give the darkness time to locate it.
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"H-hey! Wait!" The WEAPON seemed to have similar thoughts, as it was limping away from the place. The thought of turning and going back to his apartment flitted through his mind, only to be dismissed. Even if he did go back, what would happen to the WEAPON? And what use would going back just to arm himself do, when he wasn't much of a fighter to begin with? And after Vincent and Cloud and Yuffie had risked so much to keep the creature safe... well, leaving it alone just didn't seem right.
Sighing in mock-irritation, Reeve got to his feet again and began following the dragon. "It's not safe out here for little WEAPONs to go alone," he told it. It was much easier if he equivocated the dragon to, say, his cats. "Aren't you lucky I chaperone for free?"
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It navigated its way through the streets carefully as the WEAPON zipped in and out of alleyways to avoid detection. While it would have been difficult to gather at first, anyone with any knowledge of Seventh Heaven’s whereabouts would have gradually realised the small dragon’s destination.
The dragon remained quiet for the entire trip, and as the pair made their way towards the safety of the bar, the WEAPON’s limp was becoming more apparent with each step taken. It hadn’t entirely recovered from the harsh treatments and experiments the scientists had put it through in an attempt to withdraw the Black Materia from its body, and until it reached safety, its injuries were the last things on its mind.
Rounding the last corner, the distinct scent of alcohol from the bar could be smelt on the air, and after picking up on the scent a few streets away, the dragon couldn’t help but chortle contently when it appeared it had safely reached its destination. Foregoing its recovering body, it managed to gain a burst of strength as its pace picked up and it began a slow run towards the front doors.
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Seventh Heaven. Reeve hadn't been there in a few days- not since he'd gone to see Aerith, come to think of it. It was as safe a place as any to go. And it was comfortable; not a comfortable idea, exactly, given that there were children there, but in that Cloud, Tifa, and Barrett were. Honestly, he doubted he would have objected to anything at this point. His strength was flagging. When the WEAPON began trotting towards the bar, Reeve could only muster a halfhearted job behind it.
"Slow down, will you? I'm too old for babysitting, I swear...."
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When the beer was finished (much later than she expected), she walked back up to bar with a keg so she could hook it up to the tap and not have to worry about it whenever it was that she did reopen the bar and then go to bed. Putting the keg down in front of the refrigerator, she turned her head to the door where she heard a voice coming from outside.
Wiping her hands on her pants, she walked toward the door and unlocked it.
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"Dammit, stop!" Reeve shouted, trying to speed up to a run and failing. What did he think he was going to do, anyway, jump on it? Trying to ride the dragon would be worse than trying to ride a rabid chocobo. gritting his teeth, he only hoped the bar was closed down and nobody was there to get splattered. That would only lead to more headaches- and more bad press. "Stop! Bad WEAPON!"
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"What the hell!?" Was all that she could say before tripping over her own two feet as she backed up, landing rather hard on her rear end. "Ow!"
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Instantly turning itself around at the more feminine sound, the WEAPON cried out a warning snarl to human female that had fallen over. Spreading its tattered and broken wings out as far as possible, the creature attempted to make its body appear larger for a second time that night as it growled threateningly in the back of its throat.
The scent it picked up on the air was one it was unaware of, and until it knew if they were a threat or not, it wouldn’t turn its back to them.
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He glanced down, still trying to catch his breath; one hand reached out to Tifa, offering to help her up. "Are you OK?" he asked, managing a bit of a grin. "Sorry about this... but the little brat doesn't like to follow orders." He looked at the WEAPON, hoping it would understand that his being friendly with Tifa meant she wasn't an enemy.
"And stop that. You're going to hurt yourself worse," Reeve admonished. A potion or two would start the healing of the creature's wings, maybe. He'd have to get some from the WRO infirmary later. For now, though, Tifa was his concern. "I'll pay for any damages he causes. I just didn't think he'd go haywire when he got here."
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And now it was in her bar, not looking entirely happy with Tifa. She wasn't sure why though, it barged into HER house. It wasn't as if she forced it to come in there.
She didn't even realize that anyone else was with the creature until she heard the voice again asking questions. Trying not to make any sharp movements to startle the beast, she slowly turned toward the owner of the voice. "Reeve!"
Taking his hand and allowing him to help her up, she looked at the creature again. "I just hope that it knows I'm not going to hurt it." She heard Cloud talk about the WEAPON, but she had only seen it for a brief moment much earlier, but it made sense. "Is that the WEAPON?"
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