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RESCUE THE NOOB

Dec 11, 2009 15:50

Who: Manuela, Vincent Valentine
What: Vincent comes to pick up a newcomer to the City.
Where: Western District
When: Backdated to December 8th
Warnings: Noneeee
( a zombie girl )

† vincent valentine, † manuela hidalgo

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optionalwangst December 12 2009, 16:48:48 UTC

He hadn't wanted to return to this distict for a long while, but there was a young girl in need of assistance, and knowing how the residents here were firsthand, he simply didn't have the will to leave her by herself.

Some things just never change.

A little boy, alone in Edge. Crying, wishing to avenge his parents. Surviving alone, in a deserted environment.

Innocent.

So he kept to the shadows, slowly and silently, hoping to avoid any familiar faces right then and there. It seemed to work so far, though luck always had a way of turning against him. The section of the city was oddly silent, but the time of day was impossible to determine amongst the crimson sky.

A small flash there, fire raining down from the skies. A rampage he could not quite recall. Screams of terror and destruction and...He shook it off, very much planning on keeping the repressed memory back. That was not something relevant to his mission. In and out to assist someone in need, and that was all. Still no sign of Megatron or anyone else who would hinder ( ... )

veronicaed December 13 2009, 06:40:31 UTC

Manuela seemed completely oblivious to his presence, even once he moved into her line of vision; her eyes were closed, and she was absorbed completely in the lullaby, near trance-like. However, at the sound of a voice, the song stopped, and her eyes blearily flicked open, taking a moment to center in on the figure who'd spoken. When she did, she gasped in fright, not expecting to have company. She pushed herself back just a few inches before recalling the situation.

"You are--" - Manuela's voice was wary - " -- Vincent?" She had to assume it was. Although, according to Rion, what she had said could be listened to by anyone, this man didn't seem to have any desire to harm her - the opportunity had been ripe enough, after all. A faint burning pain flared in her taped right arm and up her shoulder, and she gingerly placed her other hand on it for vague comfort.

"...My mother used to sing it to me."

optionalwangst December 15 2009, 16:44:39 UTC

He nodded once at the question, eyeing the taped up arm when her hand hovered over it. With a moment's hesitation, his own hand attempted to nudge hers away to gain a better view, wondering if the girl had been injured upon arrival and just hadn't said anything. It hadn't been long before he retracted the hand, allowing both the gloved and the gauntleted hands to hang over his knees as he remained crouched in her view ( ... )

veronicaed December 16 2009, 01:33:51 UTC

So it was him; she'd assumed as much. However, that doesn't keep her from recoiling when he tries to get a better look at her bandaged arm. Of course, it looked like an injury... maybe it was something like one, but it wasn't something she was quite willing to share. "It's -- it's nothing," she told him quickly ( ... )

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