Advent Children and my thirty seconds of screen time? Eat your heart out.
Setting: Traverse Town. YA RLY.
Character(s): Elena, et. all
Status: Open. I'm chill like that. Fo' sheezy.
---
( If someone mentions 'finny fun' one more time I will MURDER them. )
Character(s): Elena, et. all
Status: Open. I'm chill like that. Fo' sheezy.
---
( If someone mentions 'finny fun' one more time I will MURDER them. )
Tseng had enough to deal with without shadows popping up all the time and trying to eat the common citizens, but he'd been doing it long enough that it didn't come as a surprise to him. This world was infested with the creatures, much like the Planet had been, but this time he was capable of eliminating them. On the Planet, the shadows had been given no form, and as a result, was impossible to destroy.
What did come to more of a surprise to him was the young lady who was standing in the middle of the alley, puny gun cocked in a hand. It looked cheap, but his attention was not so much on the weapon as it was on her face. She looked like a much younger version of Rosalind, with messier hair. Tseng had given her up to the shadows only a few days before he had appeared here, and had grieved her loss as much as his life then had permitted it--which was very little. Too many people he had cared about had died and were turned into monsters for him to truly get a handle upon how he felt about their deaths. He had loved her, but it hadn't been given a chance to blossom in the heat of constant battle.
And now, it didn't matter.
She had never mentioned having a younger sister, unless this girl was a duplicate of her in another time and space. Tseng couldn't be sure as to how the process functioned.
"No, they don't," he said, simply, before he moved forward. He was surprised that she could use a gun, even though the way she held it was clumsy and obviously only recently learned. If he pretended to be ignorant, things would be much easier, and he would find out the information he needed anyway.
Reply
A rock fell down from the building just missing Tseng's shoulder. Upon looking up, one could see that these tall heartless were joined by more fearsome apparitions. Long clawed fingers gripped the tops of the building so tightly they crumbled. Black saliva tinged their dark jaws and they let out rumbling hisses.
Reply
She looked up at her would-be savior and gave him a grateful smile before doing a quick double-take. The man who had, ostensibly, saved her life from a black and blobby death was Tseng Wulong.
Tseng. Lindy's BOSS.
"Mr. Wulong...! uh...sir...Turk Leader...person..."
Fortunately, or unfortunately, Elena was spared any further chance to embarrass herself in front of her older sister's superior when more shadow creatures appeared en masse.
(Honestly. This was just getting...stupid.)
The faint thud of pebbles hitting the ground drew the girl's eyes upward to a truly horrifying sight. Hideous creatures who made their rather chubby counterparts--because it was fairly obvious that they were working together--look positively cute in comparison were stationed on the rooftops, flexing long, sinister-looking talons.
They were trapped.
Reply
His clothes were thoroughly soaked before he started walking along, jogging at a pace that caused his shoes to make gross squishy noises. Mickey was freezing, although he didn't think about it.
Matters at his castle were tended to for the day, he could resume his quest to figure out what was going on, this mystery that perplexed him.
A cry hit his large ears, causing them to twitch as he stopped running, skidding only briefly on the cobblestone path. He looked around momentarily, before he charged further once more, following the sound of the cry from where it echoed. He rounded a corner, and widened his eyes.
A bunch of the shadow things were surrounding two humans!
The mouse narrowed his eyes in determination, pulling out his sword from its holder and ran, slashing at some of the Heartless from the rear. "Take that! And that!"
Granted, he is only three feet tall, and his sword isn't very long.. But at least it's a possible distraction off the humans a little.
Reply
He had witnessed the injuries wrought by the creatures--within the past couple of days or so, some of the Heartless had transformed from harmless looking critters into venomous monsters [for a reason that he had yet to figure out], and more than one person had died as a result of the poisons.
His precise gunhandling skills popped off several of the creatures, but there were too many for just one person. When the mouse, huge and dressed in human clothing swept into his field of vision, he reloaded his semi-automatic and carefully took out a few others, slightly startled by the sight. However, he had seen ducks walking around in clothing and speaking like humans--and he wasn't so surprised, after becoming used to that idea.
Tseng had seen the Heartless on his way back from his apartment, but he had gotten used to carrying a loaded gun at his hip, and was always prepared to kill anything on sight. The rain poured down, and his hair was a slick mess upon his head--but he was undisturbed. This was his job.
Backing against the girl, he made sure she was close to him, ignoring her words--there were more important things to focus on, and the first priority was getting her out of this situation alive.
Reply
Elena was very confused. She did her best to ignore the mouse (it really wasn't any weirder than the baseball-capped ducklings who sold her this craptastic gun) and follow Tseng's lead, picking off the larger and more dangerous-looking creatures. However, the steady downpour obscured her vision, and the girl's little handgun naturally pulled to the left when it fired. In short, her aim was CRAP.
Here she was with the PERFECT chance to impress the freaking LEADER of the freaking TURKS, and Elena found herself barely able to hit the monsters.
Right now her skills were about on par with...Rosalind's. Yuck.
Reply
Mickey froze, after smacking a black shadow away with his shield, turning to blink in slight confusion at the guy who screamed at him to stop. Didn't they need help? He recalled the first time he came, he was unarmed and got swarmed with the Heartless. He was lucky he got away, and certainly didn't intend on coming back empty handed again.
He returned the sword to its holder but kept a tight grip on his shield, watching the two of them fire bullets at the shadows while trying to keep the large hulky Heartless in sight. Silently wishing he was an archer of some kind, he would only smack the heartless with his shield if they got too close to him, firmly intending on helping the two humans.
"Are ya guys alright?!" He called out over the chatter of shadow creatures and the downpouring rain.
Reply
The last of the tall heartless finally exploded into green orbs, taking Tseng's bullet in-between its large, yellow eyes.
The creatures at the rooftop had yet to attack; they hissed and flexed their long, sharp fingers. There was no fur to speak of aside from whiskers, and the creatures were sleekly black without a break for nails. It seemed that their very fingers were sharp and bladelike.
And they were fingers, hands that were simian, at the very least, if not human. They flexed their jaws at random intervals, blue tongues hissed out from sharp white teeth. Their eyes, like the less threatening creatures before them, were yellow; however they had hard arches to them, when combined with their flat heads and long necks, it gave the impression of a row of snakes heads attached to cat's bodies.
A shot rang out from Tseng's gun, sparking in-between the eyes of one of the creatures. It blinked when the white sparks lit up the alley at impact, but was otherwise unharmed. The bullet could be heard falling back to the floor. The thick, blue tongue licked the place, sliding along a yellow eye before the creature growled.
When Tseng fired again, the creature screamed, falling backwards, its companions didn't move. A moment later it flipped back to its feet, black blood dribbled down the side of its face from its now ruined eye.
Reply
If she were to get hurt...or worse...there would be no "restart" button.
The girl's face stood out stark white and absolutely terrified against the darkness of the streets. She aimed wildly at the larger creatures, and let out a sigh of relief when Tseng's bullet felled the last one.
The other creatures, on the other hand, were harder to contend with. They resisted normal attacks, and Elena was fairly certain that Materia--even if she had some--wouldn't work in this strange town.
Plus, she realized with a frightend squeak, she was out of bullets.
Reply
He wanted to help, but the two seemed like they were taking care of themselves rather nicely, especially because he didn't seem to have any bullets upon him, and they seemed to function better when they weren't paying attention to him. No matter. Mickey wasn't a quitter, and he certainly never gave up on anyone in need.
"Are ya two alright?!" He called out again, warily watching the bleeding monster. Eww.. that's rather disgusting. "Ya both aren't hurt, are ya?"
Reply
He watched the monsters get back up, something he had never quite seen before, for a split second before he turned to speak to the mouse. There was a time to retreat, and then there was a time continue the fight--and this was a time to retreat. "I don't think we can kill them with these," he motioned with the gun, "but if you want to try, go ahead. If you don't, come with me." The insides of buildings were relatively safe, and he had been planning to go back to the mansion prior to this anyway. And if he wanted to move, it would have to be fast--these heartless moved like fast shadows, and he wasn't sure how easily the newcomers would be able to catch up with them; the normal ones had an easy enough time of it.
He didn't have time to think about why the mouse spoke, even though it struck him as odd.
"This way." Grabbing the girl's wrist, he dragged her in the direction of the mansion, hopefully to safety.
Reply
Suddenly, something was tugging powerfully and painfully at her wrists. She wanted to fight the vice-like grip--had a monster gotten hold of her?--but then she was running and it finally occured to her that Tseng was saving her life.
Oh.
Elena let him drag her along, his long stride adding momentum to her rather short and stubby legs (stupid genetics). Houses--not unlike the ones in Kalm--flashed past in a rain-soaked blur, growing larger and grander as they went.
Where is he taking me?
Reply
Well.. it wasn't much, but it was much more effective than his little sword.
When Tseng spoke, his ears twitched, and Mickey returned his eyes to the one 'in charge' of the situation, before nodding. "Right!" Not wanting to be caught in a situation where he would obviously lose before he learned what he wanted to, he took off into a run after Tseng, moving his short legs quickly to try to keep up.
It seemed like the male human knew a lot, and Mickey intended on asking him some questions later. But now.. safety was rather good...
Reply
Leave a comment