And time is running out now, they're coming down the hills from behind. [Closed]
Characters: Hiyori Sarugaki, Larxene Fulmine and Badou Nails.
Content: Sum Cactuar killinz.
Setting: Bydan, backdated to during the Cactuar attack, right after this.
Time: Not too long after Alfred is struck down by their spiky green attackers.
Warnings: Larxene, Hiyori and a violent situation. Nuff said. =|
Hiyori’s swift footfalls thudded on the ground as she ran, her breathing coming in rapid, panting gasps. She skidded to a halt, cut down yet another Cactuar and flipped open her journal. An urgent, apologetic reply from Matthew crackled through over the speaker and she stayed in place, catching her breath before replying.
"S'bad everywhere! I'm cutting these little annoyin' things down at every turn and there still seems t'be more of them!" She paused, swallowing to ease the ache in her dry throat. "Is Alfred okay? Like, will he live!?"
She listened to the answer and seemed relieved, not that anybody could see it. So, he was needled and down, but otherwise alright. That was a relief. Still, she had to find them if possible and lend a hand, or rather, a blade. She didn’t see fit to reply to that, satisfied with what she heard. As such, she snapped her journal shut and took off again, hoping to run into the brothers.
She didn't know her way around town, which made it difficult. She barely stopped to decide which way to go, but her hasty decision led her around the wrong corner and down the wrong road. Well, how was she supposed to know where the damned saloon was?
Content: Sum Cactuar killinz.
Setting: Bydan, backdated to during the Cactuar attack, right after this.
Time: Not too long after Alfred is struck down by their spiky green attackers.
Warnings: Larxene, Hiyori and a violent situation. Nuff said. =|
Hiyori’s swift footfalls thudded on the ground as she ran, her breathing coming in rapid, panting gasps. She skidded to a halt, cut down yet another Cactuar and flipped open her journal. An urgent, apologetic reply from Matthew crackled through over the speaker and she stayed in place, catching her breath before replying.
"S'bad everywhere! I'm cutting these little annoyin' things down at every turn and there still seems t'be more of them!" She paused, swallowing to ease the ache in her dry throat. "Is Alfred okay? Like, will he live!?"
She listened to the answer and seemed relieved, not that anybody could see it. So, he was needled and down, but otherwise alright. That was a relief. Still, she had to find them if possible and lend a hand, or rather, a blade. She didn’t see fit to reply to that, satisfied with what she heard. As such, she snapped her journal shut and took off again, hoping to run into the brothers.
She didn't know her way around town, which made it difficult. She barely stopped to decide which way to go, but her hasty decision led her around the wrong corner and down the wrong road. Well, how was she supposed to know where the damned saloon was?