Somewhere outside of Traverse Town
Setting: Abandoned Area a few hours walk outside of Traverse Town
Character(s): Veld Dragoon (volenteonolente)and Cid Highwind (drinkyourtea)
Status: [Completed]
Summary: Veld wakes up in a lab and takes a walk. Cid, also walking, meets up with Veld and old man bonding begins.
Veld growled, pushing himself up off the ground. The floor was slimy, and he was sticky. The attempt to stand was completely thwarted and he flopped down to his backside with a hiss at his sore muscles. His hair fell into his eyes; the white fleck caught his attention.
I'm not that old.
No, the patch of white was a birthmark… he knew that. What else?
I did it again, I'm covered in blood.
But no one was in the room with him, but he never remembered the details. Lifting his left hand, Veld touched his cheek, still the scar, however he'd gotten it… things were jumbled up in his head. His hand was cold…
It's a prosthetic.
Oh, that made sense then. It was a good fake limb. He flexed the fingers with a faint smile that drew the scar on his cheek tight.
Having assessed that he was alive, not that old, and missing his old arm, Veld continued to try to put himself together. This was a lab, but it was a total mess. There was nothing of value. So, he left.
The area seemed removed from society, but a sign down by the road told him "Traverse Town" and was fashioned into something resembling an arrow. Veld took about fifteen minutes before things started to slide back into his memory.
He recalled working for ShinRa, he recalled getting too mixed up in things, he recalled looking for Vincent. Well, that was a start. Veld Dragoon, the ex-Turk, probably still a little less than sane, and probably still quite sociopathic, was going to find Vincent Valentine.
Because that was the one person that he simply could not forget.
Character(s): Veld Dragoon (volenteonolente)and Cid Highwind (drinkyourtea)
Status: [Completed]
Summary: Veld wakes up in a lab and takes a walk. Cid, also walking, meets up with Veld and old man bonding begins.
Veld growled, pushing himself up off the ground. The floor was slimy, and he was sticky. The attempt to stand was completely thwarted and he flopped down to his backside with a hiss at his sore muscles. His hair fell into his eyes; the white fleck caught his attention.
I'm not that old.
No, the patch of white was a birthmark… he knew that. What else?
I did it again, I'm covered in blood.
But no one was in the room with him, but he never remembered the details. Lifting his left hand, Veld touched his cheek, still the scar, however he'd gotten it… things were jumbled up in his head. His hand was cold…
It's a prosthetic.
Oh, that made sense then. It was a good fake limb. He flexed the fingers with a faint smile that drew the scar on his cheek tight.
Having assessed that he was alive, not that old, and missing his old arm, Veld continued to try to put himself together. This was a lab, but it was a total mess. There was nothing of value. So, he left.
The area seemed removed from society, but a sign down by the road told him "Traverse Town" and was fashioned into something resembling an arrow. Veld took about fifteen minutes before things started to slide back into his memory.
He recalled working for ShinRa, he recalled getting too mixed up in things, he recalled looking for Vincent. Well, that was a start. Veld Dragoon, the ex-Turk, probably still a little less than sane, and probably still quite sociopathic, was going to find Vincent Valentine.
Because that was the one person that he simply could not forget.