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The Dark Looking Glass

Dec 09, 2009 19:07

Title: The Dark Looking Glass
Characters: Squall Leonhart (AU) transient_beast and Squall "Leon" Leonhart austering
When: The day after the invasion, after sunset
Where: Playground in Sector 5
Warnings: Unknown but you can expect some brain breaking.
Summary: So what happens when two versions of the same man meet but come from two very different universes?

( The fiends had left as mysteriously as they had arrived. )

kh: leon, dff: squall leonhart, *setting: midgar

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austering December 10 2009, 04:06:42 UTC

Stumbling into a place like this wasn't exactly Leon's idea of a good time, frankly. You take one ride on a ship and happen to crash the damn thing --which was no error of his, that was to be sure-- and get stuck. Gee. Fun.

Well, at least there weren't Heartless around. An idle sort of thought more than anything serious on the man's mind. Where the hell am I? happened to be the more prominent of the matter.

"Going to kill Cid," the man muttered, not only utterly lost, but having to climb down the whole damned Plate to begin with. Or, more accurately, somewhere in between the slums themselves and the plate.

Not that it went well.

As luck would have it, the cable Leon happened to have wrapped around his waist, using it to repel himself down, snapped.

The landing was a good thirty feet, and he was winded.

Right in the sandbox.

Never mind though, or oxygen for that matter. It was as if the whole world had reared itself up and back, jutted out a finger, and let out one huge "HA! at Leon's predicament. He was sputtering up sand, ( ... )

transient_beast December 10 2009, 04:55:43 UTC

So much for peace and quiet. His head jerked that the sound of someone falling, quite literally from the sky.

Immediately, his gold eyes searched out the source, finding a man in black leather lying face down in the sand of the playground. The one thing that caught his attention were the two red wings adorned on the back of the brunet's shirt. The design was exactly the same as Rinoa's but only red in color. His hair was long, shoulder-length but at the same time it was the same shade as his own.

His eyes narrowed. A hand fell to grip Revolver's hilt. His stance shifted slightly, disturbing his weight so he could attack immediately if this stranger turned out to be an enemy. Other than the slight scuffle of leather moving, he remained silent and calm.

austering December 10 2009, 05:42:30 UTC

A grunt, and Leon was pulling himself at least up to one knee, grumbling more to himself than anyone else.

Figures. Hmph. I don't think anything is broken... Not yet, it seemed. Leon rose carefully, brushing sand off of leather and rather displeased over the whole matter. Just a quick moment to grab Revolver out of the sand, where it'd come undone from the leather strap securing it to his waist. A single of belts. A shake of the head to get the rest out. Tch. This was just fantastic.

Turning around to get a good look was just even betterAt first, Leon was sure he was hallucinating. Just a kid, with an all-too familiar face. An all-too-familiar scar. He blinked, wondering if he was more winded than he really was, or if he'd hit his head. Opened them ( ... )

transient_beast December 10 2009, 06:12:19 UTC

The face was older, more worn. His, only with blue eyes still. There was the Griever emblem on the sleeves, only in red. The hair was wild, the scar the same. The other man's build was more muscular and toned but that didn't matter much to him. The face was the most striking feature.

His face. His (old) eyes, his voice. Only deeper and older but still mine.

"Should be asking you that," he replied in way of answering, relaxing the grip on Revolver. He shrugged a shoulder, keeping himself ready to strike but first answers must be had.

If he attacked now, without assessing this man's--this doppelganger's--strength, then he would be an idiot. He wasn't. Not anymore. He wasn't naive either. He knew better than to attack first. Plan, strategize, improvise. Wait until he makes the first move. He-- "Fell out of the sky and all."

Already inside him, the Sorcery he acquired from the Witch was becoming anxious and hungry. Hungry to attack, hungry to overpower, hungry to take over and level everything in sight. He was almost half-tempted to ( ... )

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