When Sora met Tifa...
Who: Tifa (neverloveless) and Sora (fightswithkeys)
When: October 28th, early afternoon.
Where: Out on the city streets of Anatole.
Format: Prose, past tense.
What: Fighting monsters and getting to know each other.
Warnings: None.
To hear from someone - no matter who they may be - who had heard, and maybe even spoken to Cloud could only peak Tifa's interest. Ever since waking up in Anatole she had been wondering at the fates of her dear friends back home in Midgar. Reno was here after all, and even Zack Fair - someone who she thought had long since passed into the Lifestream. The possibilities were evidently endless, and especially with outsiders still arriving on a daily basis. On which day would her friends come? Which day might she reunite with her parents again? It was all she could think about.
Sora had even mentioned Aerith; mentioned her and Cloud in his world together. It was for this reason and more that Tifa felt that she should seek the boy out. He was out on the city streets defending himself from these snake-like things, and Tifa honestly should have been out there herself. There were so many young people willing to risk their lives to protect this unfamiliar city from the plague of evil. She didn't know whether it was their deep desire to return back home in one piece, or maybe just an inborn inclination. Maybe some of them had even declared Anatole to be their new home already. Whichever the case, Tifa wanted herself and others to remain safe, just for the sake of it.
Sora said that he was in a market setting and though Tifa wasn't entirely confident in her navigation of the city yet, she presumed that he was somewhere close. She’d follow the burn and the fire and the snakes. She didn’t know what he looked like at all but her mahogany eyes were peeled for a boy of sixteen, and judging by his voice, a young sixteen.
Preparing for the snakes wasn’t hard. She’d already been wearing her gloves. The first and only one she encountered on her destination trip she beat rushed eight times before somersaulting through the air and kicking a hard blow to the back of it’s head where it appeared to suffer some internal brain trauma.
She was off long before she had time to assert whether it was completely dead or not, but the injury alone left it clearly unable to fend for itself or to hurt anyone.
The boy named Sora, she was guessing, was one standing before her in a market nearly burned completely to ashes. He had spiky hair, not unlike Cloud's, and some strange, colorful attire flagged with chains. What was more-he was wielding what appeared to be a giant key. Now how such a thing could defend him against these monsters, Tifa didn’t know.
“Sora?” She called out to him uncertainly. There were many young men out on the streets, but not in this particular marketplace. It had to be him.
When: October 28th, early afternoon.
Where: Out on the city streets of Anatole.
Format: Prose, past tense.
What: Fighting monsters and getting to know each other.
Warnings: None.
To hear from someone - no matter who they may be - who had heard, and maybe even spoken to Cloud could only peak Tifa's interest. Ever since waking up in Anatole she had been wondering at the fates of her dear friends back home in Midgar. Reno was here after all, and even Zack Fair - someone who she thought had long since passed into the Lifestream. The possibilities were evidently endless, and especially with outsiders still arriving on a daily basis. On which day would her friends come? Which day might she reunite with her parents again? It was all she could think about.
Sora had even mentioned Aerith; mentioned her and Cloud in his world together. It was for this reason and more that Tifa felt that she should seek the boy out. He was out on the city streets defending himself from these snake-like things, and Tifa honestly should have been out there herself. There were so many young people willing to risk their lives to protect this unfamiliar city from the plague of evil. She didn't know whether it was their deep desire to return back home in one piece, or maybe just an inborn inclination. Maybe some of them had even declared Anatole to be their new home already. Whichever the case, Tifa wanted herself and others to remain safe, just for the sake of it.
Sora said that he was in a market setting and though Tifa wasn't entirely confident in her navigation of the city yet, she presumed that he was somewhere close. She’d follow the burn and the fire and the snakes. She didn’t know what he looked like at all but her mahogany eyes were peeled for a boy of sixteen, and judging by his voice, a young sixteen.
Preparing for the snakes wasn’t hard. She’d already been wearing her gloves. The first and only one she encountered on her destination trip she beat rushed eight times before somersaulting through the air and kicking a hard blow to the back of it’s head where it appeared to suffer some internal brain trauma.
She was off long before she had time to assert whether it was completely dead or not, but the injury alone left it clearly unable to fend for itself or to hurt anyone.
The boy named Sora, she was guessing, was one standing before her in a market nearly burned completely to ashes. He had spiky hair, not unlike Cloud's, and some strange, colorful attire flagged with chains. What was more-he was wielding what appeared to be a giant key. Now how such a thing could defend him against these monsters, Tifa didn’t know.
“Sora?” She called out to him uncertainly. There were many young men out on the streets, but not in this particular marketplace. It had to be him.