Cat & Mouse
Characters: Aetas [NPC], Cloud Strife, Edea Kramer, & Sephiroth
Status: Complete
Location: Forgotten Capital - Altar
Date/Time: July 31st, 2498 - Mid-morning
Summary: Aetas is tracked and attacked by three Timeless... or is he?
Warnings: Violence and possible language
The Forgotten Capital was as it alway seemed to be, quiet but with so many memories. The quiet contemplative atmosphere was enjoyable, an easy get away from the stresses of plaining and pulling in the Timeless from other worlds. This place was untouchable, no real hint of human change here for hundreds of years. It was unlike the time he manipulated; this place didn't change, didn't age, didn't even show signs of weathering. Perhaps it was pure.
Aetas silently stared up at the day lit sky, watching little puffy clouds moving across the open spaces in the trees. There were birds chirping in the distance, and he even could hear the gentle swish of water on the large pillar that supported the great Altar of the Ancients. This was the best place to see the sky after all, to experience the full gravity of what the Ancients had really accomplished. He enjoyed it here. Yes, this was the spot he always came back to when he needed time alone.
One of his hands passed over the large gash in his side, a remnant of the backlash from Paradox. It was still healing, but it stood out angry and red on his person. The edges had closed and were folding over the healing muscle beneath, and he was thankful that he no longer had to push his organs back inside of his body. He could move freely but painfully.
He had sent his little minions to show some of the Timeless that it wasn't nice to resist and to hopefully flush out Sephiroth. After losing that sorceress, he knew that he had only a few options to get rid of that parasite. There would be no more interfering with his plans, so his WEAPONs would find a way to flush Sephiroth out and then kill the puppet of the planet. Meanwhile, he could rest his wound and plan.
[Posting order: Aetas -> Edea -> Cloud -> Sephiroth]
Status: Complete
Location: Forgotten Capital - Altar
Date/Time: July 31st, 2498 - Mid-morning
Summary: Aetas is tracked and attacked by three Timeless... or is he?
Warnings: Violence and possible language
The Forgotten Capital was as it alway seemed to be, quiet but with so many memories. The quiet contemplative atmosphere was enjoyable, an easy get away from the stresses of plaining and pulling in the Timeless from other worlds. This place was untouchable, no real hint of human change here for hundreds of years. It was unlike the time he manipulated; this place didn't change, didn't age, didn't even show signs of weathering. Perhaps it was pure.
Aetas silently stared up at the day lit sky, watching little puffy clouds moving across the open spaces in the trees. There were birds chirping in the distance, and he even could hear the gentle swish of water on the large pillar that supported the great Altar of the Ancients. This was the best place to see the sky after all, to experience the full gravity of what the Ancients had really accomplished. He enjoyed it here. Yes, this was the spot he always came back to when he needed time alone.
One of his hands passed over the large gash in his side, a remnant of the backlash from Paradox. It was still healing, but it stood out angry and red on his person. The edges had closed and were folding over the healing muscle beneath, and he was thankful that he no longer had to push his organs back inside of his body. He could move freely but painfully.
He had sent his little minions to show some of the Timeless that it wasn't nice to resist and to hopefully flush out Sephiroth. After losing that sorceress, he knew that he had only a few options to get rid of that parasite. There would be no more interfering with his plans, so his WEAPONs would find a way to flush Sephiroth out and then kill the puppet of the planet. Meanwhile, he could rest his wound and plan.
[Posting order: Aetas -> Edea -> Cloud -> Sephiroth]