Not for points just thought I'd share.
Username: lumati
Class: White Mage
Title: Untitled
Summary: Rinoa drifting in space as told in first person. Done for an event at witchesreign back in September.
Characters/Pairings: Rinoa, kind of Squall/Rinoa if you squint
Word count: 1073
Rating/warnings: PG
[Remaining life support system 15 seconds.]
(Am I...gonna make it...?)
It was hard to believe really. I'd come all this way and for what? To die all alone without having accomplished anything?
(How?)
I can't believe that this could really be the end. It couldn't actually end like this could it? Everything I'd done just couldn't be in vain. Was this all there was? There had to be something more to life than this, didn't there?
(I can't do anything.)
Really, there was no point lying to myself now. I was out of fuel and soon I would be out of oxygen as well. I was at the end of my rope. There was nothing more that I, physically, could do.
(Drifting...endlessly.)
I stared out at the seemingly endless space around me. I'd heard so many things about the sky, but being here, up in the sky, everything seemed so different than it had been when my feet were planted firmly on the ground. Safe to say that if I made it out of this alive, as unlikely as that was, I'd never look at the sky the same way again.
(I'm helpless...)
Was this the end? It had to be didn't it? It's not like I could exactly go somewhere else. I was lost in space and that was going to be that.
[Remaining Life support 0]
(No...)
It couldn't end like this!
(I'm...)
I can't believe it! It just can't be true!
(That's it.)
Why lie to myself anymore? I might as well make peace with myself right?
(I'm gonna...)
Still it hurt to even think it, I didn't want to say it. That one word that would mean the end of my existence.
(I'm gonna...die.)
I didn't want to die. I didn't! I had so much left to accomplish! So much I hadn't told Squall!
There was no point in struggling though was there? I might as well go peacefully. Die with grace and all that, right?
[Life support has terminated.]
(Good bye.)
That was that then. No more air, no more fuel, no more life. Even my life support has realized that there's no point in continuing on.
I'm... I'm hopeless.
(Squall...)
Would he miss me? I certainly hoped so anyway. They say that people aren't truly gone until the people closest to them have forgotten about them. Would it take him long to forget about me and move on?
If only... oh well it was too late for regrets.
Squall: (Rinoa!!! No!!!)
Squall: (Don't give up!!!)
(......?)
Do people dream as they die? That had to be what was going on. It's not Squall was really there. He was far away and somewhere safe. At least I hoped he was safe anyway.
Squall: (Can you hear me?! It's Squall... Rinoa!!!)
You're not Squall, you're just a voice in my head. My conscious making one last feeble attempt to make sure I wasn't alone when I died.
Was there anything worse than dying alone? If there was no one there when you died, did it mean you were forgotten that much sooner?
Squall: (Rinoa!!!)
Goodbye voice in my head.
As the air supply dwindled to a close my breathing was harsh as I struggled to breathe when there was nothing left to fuel my lungs.
This was it. Alll my plans no longer mattered, all the good I'd wanted to do for the world. I'd simply be remembered as the girl who'd freed the sorceress and brought destruction to the world. What a legacy. I'm sure my father would be glad, finally, that I'd started using my mother's last name before this. At least his name would remain safe and untainted from all the things I'd done.
Squall: (Rinoa come on! Try to remember!)
Remember? Well they did say that your life was supposed to flash before your eyes before you died. Was this my time to reflect on everything I'd ever done?
No, it was too late for that even, wasn't it? I was out of time.
Squall: (Rinoa, I'm right there with you! Listen to me!)
Sorry Squall, my fighting days were over.
Though the more the voice talked to me, the more it sounded less like my imagination and more like he was really there talking to me. That couldn't be possible though could it?
There was a clinking sound and I opened my eyes, hands moving up in an unconscious gesture. My mother's ring was still safe on its chain, right next to Squall's. Would he be mad at me? After all here I was floating endlessly in space and it wasn't likely I, or it, would ever be found after all.
Then one thing dawned on me, despite what the lack of real oxygen had to be doing to my brain by now.
(I'm...still...)
How was this possible?
(......alive?)
Then that had to mean...
(Squall...?)
Was it really him? Of course it was. I had to have faith in him. Squall would never betray me, not him. He was the one thing I could count on no matter what. Even without orders it seemed, which was probably a good thing. Maybe he wasn't useless without orders after all.
My hand found the emergency life support button, or at least I think that's what it was. Why I hadn't pushed it before now was beyond me. Had I actually wanted to die?
I was still floating, but it wasn't the same anymore. The inky blackness around me wasn't as nearly threatening as it had been before and the stars seemed brighter somehow.
I was really going to make it! This wasn't the end after all! So I could actually try and fix everything I'd just done (even if it hadn't been things I'd done willingly). Seems there's still hope for me in the end. Who knew?
Then I felt an unmistakable pair of arms around me. I'd know those arms anywhere even if there was a spacesuit in the way.
"Squall...thank you."
If it hadn't been for him, I would have just given up on life. I nearly had even with his voice. He really did mean the world to me. He'd changed my world, whether he'd realized it or not and now he'd saved my life (again). It might not have been the first time he'd saved my life, but it felt like there was a difference somehow.
"I heard your voice."
Username: lumati
Class: White Mage
Title: Untitled
Summary: What it's like to be possessed by Ultimecia. Told in 2nd person just because. Also done for an event at witchesreign back in September.
Characters/Pairings: Rinoa, kind of Squall/Rinoa in a sense
Word count: 390
Rating/warnings: PG
You weren't entirely sure how it happened, but the fact that you were outside your body watching as someone else moved you through the motions of walking was pretty apparent. No matter how much you tried to struggle against it there was no way to get back, each time you were forced away from you body, a silent witness to everything that was going on.
Then you hear his footsteps, they're pounding on the ground in a way that you know means he has to be running. Of course he'd be in a hurry though since there's so many sirens going off. Sirens that you caused, well not you exactly because you're a bystander here. Nothing that you can do but watch helplessly as the one person you care for more than anything hurries towards you. No not you, your body.
No! You want to yell. Stay away! I might hurt you. No, not me, but her! That thing that's currently in my body! Still, you can not control your mouth so there's no way to warn him that it's not really you. All you can do is watch in horror as her power repels him and his body goes flying.
Wham! He hits the ground pretty hard, but he's already back up and running at your body again. Squall! Stop. Please!
Bam! He goes flying again and your heart breaks a little. Or well, it feels like it does. It's kind of hard to have a heart when you're not even really in your body after all.
The thuds continue as he stubbornly tires to break through. Each time you try to warn him, to get him to stop before he hurts himself and each time you can only watch helpless as his exercise in futility continues.
Finally, he seems to realize that it's hopeless and follows your body at a safe distance. You continue to try and get him to hear your voice, but it never works. Was this how it was always going to be from now? Living while not really living at all? You certainly hope not. The feeling of her mind against yours is vile and tainted with a darkness that's far more bitter than any coffee could ever be. You want that thing out of your body, but right now you're so very helpless.
Class: White Mage
Title: Untitled
Summary: Rinoa drifting in space as told in first person. Done for an event at witchesreign back in September.
Characters/Pairings: Rinoa, kind of Squall/Rinoa if you squint
Word count: 1073
Rating/warnings: PG
[Remaining life support system 15 seconds.]
(Am I...gonna make it...?)
It was hard to believe really. I'd come all this way and for what? To die all alone without having accomplished anything?
(How?)
I can't believe that this could really be the end. It couldn't actually end like this could it? Everything I'd done just couldn't be in vain. Was this all there was? There had to be something more to life than this, didn't there?
(I can't do anything.)
Really, there was no point lying to myself now. I was out of fuel and soon I would be out of oxygen as well. I was at the end of my rope. There was nothing more that I, physically, could do.
(Drifting...endlessly.)
I stared out at the seemingly endless space around me. I'd heard so many things about the sky, but being here, up in the sky, everything seemed so different than it had been when my feet were planted firmly on the ground. Safe to say that if I made it out of this alive, as unlikely as that was, I'd never look at the sky the same way again.
(I'm helpless...)
Was this the end? It had to be didn't it? It's not like I could exactly go somewhere else. I was lost in space and that was going to be that.
[Remaining Life support 0]
(No...)
It couldn't end like this!
(I'm...)
I can't believe it! It just can't be true!
(That's it.)
Why lie to myself anymore? I might as well make peace with myself right?
(I'm gonna...)
Still it hurt to even think it, I didn't want to say it. That one word that would mean the end of my existence.
(I'm gonna...die.)
I didn't want to die. I didn't! I had so much left to accomplish! So much I hadn't told Squall!
There was no point in struggling though was there? I might as well go peacefully. Die with grace and all that, right?
[Life support has terminated.]
(Good bye.)
That was that then. No more air, no more fuel, no more life. Even my life support has realized that there's no point in continuing on.
I'm... I'm hopeless.
(Squall...)
Would he miss me? I certainly hoped so anyway. They say that people aren't truly gone until the people closest to them have forgotten about them. Would it take him long to forget about me and move on?
If only... oh well it was too late for regrets.
Squall: (Rinoa!!! No!!!)
Squall: (Don't give up!!!)
(......?)
Do people dream as they die? That had to be what was going on. It's not Squall was really there. He was far away and somewhere safe. At least I hoped he was safe anyway.
Squall: (Can you hear me?! It's Squall... Rinoa!!!)
You're not Squall, you're just a voice in my head. My conscious making one last feeble attempt to make sure I wasn't alone when I died.
Was there anything worse than dying alone? If there was no one there when you died, did it mean you were forgotten that much sooner?
Squall: (Rinoa!!!)
Goodbye voice in my head.
As the air supply dwindled to a close my breathing was harsh as I struggled to breathe when there was nothing left to fuel my lungs.
This was it. Alll my plans no longer mattered, all the good I'd wanted to do for the world. I'd simply be remembered as the girl who'd freed the sorceress and brought destruction to the world. What a legacy. I'm sure my father would be glad, finally, that I'd started using my mother's last name before this. At least his name would remain safe and untainted from all the things I'd done.
Squall: (Rinoa come on! Try to remember!)
Remember? Well they did say that your life was supposed to flash before your eyes before you died. Was this my time to reflect on everything I'd ever done?
No, it was too late for that even, wasn't it? I was out of time.
Squall: (Rinoa, I'm right there with you! Listen to me!)
Sorry Squall, my fighting days were over.
Though the more the voice talked to me, the more it sounded less like my imagination and more like he was really there talking to me. That couldn't be possible though could it?
There was a clinking sound and I opened my eyes, hands moving up in an unconscious gesture. My mother's ring was still safe on its chain, right next to Squall's. Would he be mad at me? After all here I was floating endlessly in space and it wasn't likely I, or it, would ever be found after all.
Then one thing dawned on me, despite what the lack of real oxygen had to be doing to my brain by now.
(I'm...still...)
How was this possible?
(......alive?)
Then that had to mean...
(Squall...?)
Was it really him? Of course it was. I had to have faith in him. Squall would never betray me, not him. He was the one thing I could count on no matter what. Even without orders it seemed, which was probably a good thing. Maybe he wasn't useless without orders after all.
My hand found the emergency life support button, or at least I think that's what it was. Why I hadn't pushed it before now was beyond me. Had I actually wanted to die?
I was still floating, but it wasn't the same anymore. The inky blackness around me wasn't as nearly threatening as it had been before and the stars seemed brighter somehow.
I was really going to make it! This wasn't the end after all! So I could actually try and fix everything I'd just done (even if it hadn't been things I'd done willingly). Seems there's still hope for me in the end. Who knew?
Then I felt an unmistakable pair of arms around me. I'd know those arms anywhere even if there was a spacesuit in the way.
"Squall...thank you."
If it hadn't been for him, I would have just given up on life. I nearly had even with his voice. He really did mean the world to me. He'd changed my world, whether he'd realized it or not and now he'd saved my life (again). It might not have been the first time he'd saved my life, but it felt like there was a difference somehow.
"I heard your voice."
Username: lumati
Class: White Mage
Title: Untitled
Summary: What it's like to be possessed by Ultimecia. Told in 2nd person just because. Also done for an event at witchesreign back in September.
Characters/Pairings: Rinoa, kind of Squall/Rinoa in a sense
Word count: 390
Rating/warnings: PG
You weren't entirely sure how it happened, but the fact that you were outside your body watching as someone else moved you through the motions of walking was pretty apparent. No matter how much you tried to struggle against it there was no way to get back, each time you were forced away from you body, a silent witness to everything that was going on.
Then you hear his footsteps, they're pounding on the ground in a way that you know means he has to be running. Of course he'd be in a hurry though since there's so many sirens going off. Sirens that you caused, well not you exactly because you're a bystander here. Nothing that you can do but watch helplessly as the one person you care for more than anything hurries towards you. No not you, your body.
No! You want to yell. Stay away! I might hurt you. No, not me, but her! That thing that's currently in my body! Still, you can not control your mouth so there's no way to warn him that it's not really you. All you can do is watch in horror as her power repels him and his body goes flying.
Wham! He hits the ground pretty hard, but he's already back up and running at your body again. Squall! Stop. Please!
Bam! He goes flying again and your heart breaks a little. Or well, it feels like it does. It's kind of hard to have a heart when you're not even really in your body after all.
The thuds continue as he stubbornly tires to break through. Each time you try to warn him, to get him to stop before he hurts himself and each time you can only watch helpless as his exercise in futility continues.
Finally, he seems to realize that it's hopeless and follows your body at a safe distance. You continue to try and get him to hear your voice, but it never works. Was this how it was always going to be from now? Living while not really living at all? You certainly hope not. The feeling of her mind against yours is vile and tainted with a darkness that's far more bitter than any coffee could ever be. You want that thing out of your body, but right now you're so very helpless.