Dreamscape : Vincent Valentine

[ff_red_turk]

Characters: Vincent Valentine (ff_red_turk), OPEN.
When: Dreamscape event.
Where: Vincent's mind
Rating:PG to R for gore and violence.
Summary: Inside the head of a modified ex-Turk.

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Tuesday night

[kin_slayer]

Itachi walks the barren hills, avoiding the hell-hounds just as they avoid him. He makes for the cave, the only visible location to head for. Entering, he wanders down into the depths, stopping at the pool, standing next to Vincent, silently

Tuesday night

[ff_red_turk]

The young Vincent is busy preparing a simple meal, lunch, it seems. He blinks at the stranger, but does not seem to perturbed, as if he is used to seeing strangers come and go in his house. The place is made of wood, simply furnished, but with everythin that is necessary, and he himself is wearing nice clothes, in a dark color. He is already tall for his age, maybe fifteen at most.

"If you're looking for my father, he was called back to Midgar two days ago. I don't know when he'll be back. He said he'd call."

His voice is still high, like that of a child, but breaking, figring the young man he is about to become. His red eyes meet those of the stranger with no fear, and only a bit of defiance, waiting for him to introduce himself.

Tuesday night

[kin_slayer]

"I was not looking for your father, Vincent-san." Itachi replies, stepping across the threshold uninvited. Movements quiet, un-hurried, no menace to them... Merely curiousity.

"I suppose one might say I was looking for you. But that is not quite true." He doesn't know why he's here. What he's looking for. But he'll accept whatever he finds.

"Would you tell me about your father?" He asks as he enters, watching the young man--so strange to see Vincent a few years younger than himself. He meets the red eyes with his own--here in the dream his eyes are black. He doesn't need Sharingan to see, here.

He remembers his manners.

"My name is Itachi."

Tuesday night

[ff_red_turk]

Vincent raises an eyebrow.

"Looking for me ? But I don't know you."

It is then that Itachi might notice that while Vincent's language is not exactly the same as his own, they are quite astonishingly similar, and they can understand each other perfectly.

He nods as Itachi introduces himself, then takes a second plate and glass out of the cupboard, as if deciding that the newcomer will stay for lunch.

"There's not much to say about my father. He's a Shinra scientist. I don't see much of him. He's usually in Midgar, or Nibelheim, or Junon, or wherever they want to send him. He just calls me when he comes back and that's it."

The young man's voice is not cold, and he seems to love his father very much, but he is not very concerned at not seeing much of him, it seems. Yet, the house does lack any kind of distinct feminine touch, implying that the boy is alone when his father is away.

OOC

[turn_a_blindeye]

Where: Unohana's mind <--- I think you mean Vincent's Mind, right?

OOC

[bunny_flower]

Damn, you're fast !

Yup ! I realized I'd forgotten to change it, but I need to change accoutns to edit. I'll finish my tagging with Uno before I go back here.

OOC

[turn_a_blindeye]

Lol. Ninja skills have to be good for something!

Well, your link is right at least, so that's good!

[loveless_cat]

Ritsuka opened his eyes to find himself in the middle of a barren land. Not knowing where he was, and not really asking himself, he started walking as though looking for something. He saw the cave, he knew he had to go there. It was a dreams, and dreams always took you somewhere -where they wanted to. Ritsuka didn't know, though, that this dream wasn't his.

"Vincent," he called when he saw the figure by the pool. Ritsuka sat by Vincent's side and looked at him, hoping to be noticed.

[ff_red_turk]

Vincent did not move. He did not even seem to be breathing. His face was half-hidden by the collar of the cape, his red eyes locked to the woman encase in the cristal pillar. He wasn't blinking.

After a while, over the noise of the water softly rushing towards the shore, a spectral voice was heard. A woman's voice, soft and faint, and full of sadness.

"... sorry ... Vincent ... I'm so sorry !"

[loveless_cat]

Ritsuka looked at the pond. The voice was sad and overwhelming, it was painful to listen to.

The boy shook Vincent's shoulder, trying to catch his attention in vain. "Who is it? Vincent, what happened?"

[ff_red_turk]

Tnere was no reaction, whether from the touch or from the words. Vincent's eyes remained fixed on the materia pillar, unblinking.

"I'm so sorry !"

A gust of wind rushed through the cave, directing attention to an incongruous door.

[ff_red_turk]

Vincent doesn't move, doesn't acknowledge the new presence at his side. Matt might as well just not be there. There are no sound but the water.

After a while, a soft whisper grows into full-fledged words, the voice female and spectral, coming from the pillar.

"...sorry ! I'm so sorry !"

[ff_red_turk]

The red eyes open all of a sudden, wild and not really human. The golden claw flexes, and then Vincent is out of the coffin in a flash and on the other side of the room, gun pointed straight at the intruder.

"What do you want ?"

Monday Night

[nimquesse]

She had woken up in a barren land, for a few moments she had just looked around and couldn’t shake of a slight feeling of familiarity, with a slight shook of her head she walked through the barren landscape searching for any where to go while avoiding the hellhounds that were roaming about the place, creatures that also seemed to be avoiding her

Monday Night

[ff_red_turk]

In the coffin, Vincent didn't move. He didn't even seem to be breathing. His face was obscured both by his hair and by the red cape.

The basement was totally silent, the air stale like the place hadn't been open in a very long time.

Monday Night

[nimquesse]

By all means necessary this really should be strange, here she was seeing Vincent in a coffin but she had been involved in a lot of stranger things as of late, what was bothering her more was that he actually looked dead because he was barely breathing.

Taking a deep breath, which turned to be a bad idea due to the stale air, she dared to approach more "...Vincent?"

Monday Night

[ff_red_turk]

There was still no movement at all from inside the coffin, and the door on the other side of the room suddenly slammed open as if urging the visitor out.