Only Thing Left [Incomplete]
Who: Tifa, Kadaj, and Cloud. Anyone else who might be able to find a way in, too?
What: Tifa had gone out searching for her family, and finds familiar faces.
When: After her arrival, about dusk.
Where: Around the borders of forest and huts.
Summary: After waking up and learning how to use her journal, Tifa can't stay put any longer and goes out to try to find Cloud, and Denzel and Marlene. Cloud finds her, along with Kadaj.
Rating: Panic alert.
The flowers were the only things keeping her relatively calm. Flowers never grew like this. As strange, even somewhat unsettling as it was, for now, they could dim the sense of realism in the place she had found herself in. At the back of her mind, they reminded her of the church. A sanctuary that she could clearly recall with an associated peace that she found herself grasping for. Perhaps in that same image, there was also a sense of hope she needed. No one would have ever believed that flowers could grow in the slums back then.
"Denzel!" She was calling out loud, her dark garnet eyes scanning the fringe of the darkening forest. It was familiar and not the first time. This searching, this heightened sense of worry and an pang of fear which she had to suppress and control for the sake of those she was seeking. If they weren't here, there was nothing she could do, maybe. But if they were...
"Marlene!" Before dark. She had to find them before the sun had set completely. They were intelligent and capable children, but they were still children. What if they were playing in the forest, picking flowers and making the wreathes Marlene so loved to take home and place upon everyone's head? They could have gotten lost. And who knew what sorts of creatures, or even monsters, lurked in that grove?
She called their names, one after the other, pausing between each note as it faded to wait and listen before trying again. If he was here, he might have even found them already. But for now no answers, little girls with pink ribbons, little boys or big ones, came. She was just far enough into the forest to see more of it but not enough to lose sight of the huts behind her. She could feel the wings aching, along with the rest of her body and whatever had been done to it. She braced herself against a tree to stay up, its trunk covered with yellow zinnias, and tried once last time.
"Cloud!"
What: Tifa had gone out searching for her family, and finds familiar faces.
When: After her arrival, about dusk.
Where: Around the borders of forest and huts.
Summary: After waking up and learning how to use her journal, Tifa can't stay put any longer and goes out to try to find Cloud, and Denzel and Marlene. Cloud finds her, along with Kadaj.
Rating: Panic alert.
The flowers were the only things keeping her relatively calm. Flowers never grew like this. As strange, even somewhat unsettling as it was, for now, they could dim the sense of realism in the place she had found herself in. At the back of her mind, they reminded her of the church. A sanctuary that she could clearly recall with an associated peace that she found herself grasping for. Perhaps in that same image, there was also a sense of hope she needed. No one would have ever believed that flowers could grow in the slums back then.
"Denzel!" She was calling out loud, her dark garnet eyes scanning the fringe of the darkening forest. It was familiar and not the first time. This searching, this heightened sense of worry and an pang of fear which she had to suppress and control for the sake of those she was seeking. If they weren't here, there was nothing she could do, maybe. But if they were...
"Marlene!" Before dark. She had to find them before the sun had set completely. They were intelligent and capable children, but they were still children. What if they were playing in the forest, picking flowers and making the wreathes Marlene so loved to take home and place upon everyone's head? They could have gotten lost. And who knew what sorts of creatures, or even monsters, lurked in that grove?
She called their names, one after the other, pausing between each note as it faded to wait and listen before trying again. If he was here, he might have even found them already. But for now no answers, little girls with pink ribbons, little boys or big ones, came. She was just far enough into the forest to see more of it but not enough to lose sight of the huts behind her. She could feel the wings aching, along with the rest of her body and whatever had been done to it. She braced herself against a tree to stay up, its trunk covered with yellow zinnias, and tried once last time.
"Cloud!"