[Action post to Denzel and Avalanche]
[He remembers very little of the whole event. Instead, his mind retains burnt-out details selectively - small circles of fluorescent spacetime surrounded by an infinite sea of darkness. A burst of activity, as the plane began to descend. Auditory ability muted by sheer bombardment of the senses. The gaping, cerulean mouth of the yawning ocean below
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Wandering just out of range of the surf, Denzel picked up a shell only to toss it angrily into the distance. It hit a large rock and bounced off. A large rock with black hair that waved in the seabreeze. ...That wasn't a rock!]
Hey! HEY! [Denzel ran, tripping through the sand, over to the older man passed out in the surf. He knelt down, shaking a soggy shoulder.]Are you alive? Oh cr--you aren't ( ... )
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Do the dead dream of being alive?
His eyes open slowly, Sephiroth's voice still in his ears. A flicker of pale skin and brown hair present itself outside the scope of his dampened and defective vision. The blurred outline of a child, unfocused and colourless.]
Urgh...
No...
[ooc: Sorry I took so long to reply! I wanted to see where the thread with Sephy was going first. ^^]
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I don't have any water, but there's some on the truck I think. [The school in Edge didn't have any buses, couldn't afford one, so everyone had just piled into one of the teacher's old pick-up trucks.] Do you think you can walk there?
((OOC: No problem, no rush :) ))
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He registers, too, the tug of small hands on his shirt, trying to bring him to a sitting position. But even without the weight of his dead spirit, his body is barely strong enough to sustain the beat of his heart. The reflexive action of breathing. Right now, walking any distance seems as ridiculous a notion as flying to the stars.]
What...do you think you're doing...boy? [Hojo's voice is a mere whisper against the wind.] You don't know...what you're trying to achieve.
Leave me.
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I'm here to help. Let me go get one of the teachers and we'll take you back to Edge. You're going to be okay if I leave you alone, right? [It was a silly question to ask, but Denzel had had enough people slip away into death on him when he went to find an adult to assist. If the guy felt like he was going to kick it any minute, the least Denzel could do was stay by his side for it...]
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He remembers watching Kalm go up in flames. Uncontaminated ones like this boy ushered into vans, beaten into submission, dropped to their dooms. Their cries, then ignored and indeed hardly heard, now reverberating against his eardrums.
...why...? The fragility of life has never been any of his concern. Except now, when faced again with his own termination. Higher intellect and power or not... at the gate of Death no one is different.]
You're making a mistake...
[Vincent's words echo suddenly in his mind, as clearly as if the gunman is standing beside him. Rest in peace. Suffer in life.]
Go and get others if that's what you want... but it will be better for all... if you come back to find me dead.
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He looked down for a moment, hesitant. And then his back straightened, along with the steeling of his resolve.]
Don't talk like that. Once we get back to Edge and you see a doctor you'll feel a lot better. You can't give up hope just because things look bad now.
[He slipped off his hoodie and folded it up, slipping it under the stranger's head as a make-shift pillow before standing up.] Sides, you talk way too much to be a goner. I'll be right back.
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In the end, in the mercy of a child.]
[ooc: I think we can leave it here. If you wanna start another phone/action post with us in Edge and Denz calling Avanlache, that'd be swell! ^^]
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