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Who: Rosso the Crimson (ake_no_rosso), Sephiroth (sephiroth_san)
When: Day 51(?), 10:30 p.m.
Location: Small Refugee Camp, North of Cosmo Canyon
Rating: PG-13 for lots of implied violence.
Summary: Rosso's awake, and doing what she does best: kill people.
Who knew that coming back to life could feel so empty?
Of course, Rosso was currently quite unaware that she had even died to begin with. As far as the Crimson Terror knew, the operation to awaken Omega was still in effect, and Weiss was looking to them to liberate as many pure souls as possible in order to egg the Planet on. It only made sense. She was suited to no better task than the eradication of life.
It was still a curious thing that she had ended up in the middle of...well, wherever this was. She had never been this far from Midgar in her life, and the terrain and sky above was vast and unfamiliar. Red dirt shifted beneath her boots as she turned, scarlet eyes darting towards the heavens that opened out in every direction. It felt truly depthless, unlike the projections she remembered from Deepground's simulations of the outside world. It felt as though she might fall into it if she stared too long.
Her gaze quickly shifted to the rocky terrain that evened out into grassy plains further on to the north. Nothing looked at all familiar, no signs, nothing to indicate where in Gaia she could possibly be. No one else was around, neither target nor fellow Deepground member. She might have felt a flutter of panic, if only for a moment, a caged animal suddenly turned loose into the wild and uncertain of which direction to take.
Then, she heard the rustle and clamor of people nearby. Unarmed people. Innocent people.
Well, at least now she knew how she was going to start familiarizing herself with the local inhabitants. And that fire looked so enticing...perhaps she could afford to become a little more creative. After all, it was quite dark, and she couldn't properly see the fear in their eyes unless there was a little more light, all around.
When: Day 51(?), 10:30 p.m.
Location: Small Refugee Camp, North of Cosmo Canyon
Rating: PG-13 for lots of implied violence.
Summary: Rosso's awake, and doing what she does best: kill people.
Who knew that coming back to life could feel so empty?
Of course, Rosso was currently quite unaware that she had even died to begin with. As far as the Crimson Terror knew, the operation to awaken Omega was still in effect, and Weiss was looking to them to liberate as many pure souls as possible in order to egg the Planet on. It only made sense. She was suited to no better task than the eradication of life.
It was still a curious thing that she had ended up in the middle of...well, wherever this was. She had never been this far from Midgar in her life, and the terrain and sky above was vast and unfamiliar. Red dirt shifted beneath her boots as she turned, scarlet eyes darting towards the heavens that opened out in every direction. It felt truly depthless, unlike the projections she remembered from Deepground's simulations of the outside world. It felt as though she might fall into it if she stared too long.
Her gaze quickly shifted to the rocky terrain that evened out into grassy plains further on to the north. Nothing looked at all familiar, no signs, nothing to indicate where in Gaia she could possibly be. No one else was around, neither target nor fellow Deepground member. She might have felt a flutter of panic, if only for a moment, a caged animal suddenly turned loose into the wild and uncertain of which direction to take.
Then, she heard the rustle and clamor of people nearby. Unarmed people. Innocent people.
Well, at least now she knew how she was going to start familiarizing herself with the local inhabitants. And that fire looked so enticing...perhaps she could afford to become a little more creative. After all, it was quite dark, and she couldn't properly see the fear in their eyes unless there was a little more light, all around.