Post by squall on Jul 8, 2011 18:05:18 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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" I feel the chaos around me -
a thing I don't try to deny,
I'd better learn to accept that,
there are things in my life that I can't control.
They say love ain't nothing but a sore -
I don't even know what love is.
Too many tears have had to fall,
don't you know I'm so tired of it all?
I have known terror dizzy spells;
finding out the secrets words won't tell,
whatever it is it can't be named -
there's a part of my world that's in the way. "[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"... Squall Leonhart."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"23 August. Seventeen. Balamb. ..... (Why is he interviewing me?)"
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"..... (This is ridiculous. (Unknown.))"
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"... Physical combat."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"...... (Does he expect me to answer?)"
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"5’8. Why."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
".... (Three inches taller? Is that supposed to be a response? And what is he after? (Lithe and muscled.))"
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
“The SeeD uniform when necessary. This for everything else."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Squall Leonhart. (This guy seems a little off.)"
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"...." -pinches the bridge of his nose-
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"... (I suppose it can’t hurt.) I don’t like leading, the Sorceress power, or being a banner to rally behind. I can stand... my friends... my father, with patience... and..... (... There’s something there. I can feel it. But why can’t I remember?)”
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
".... This isn’t relevant. (He must be a magazine reporter. (A habit of periodically closing up, and a secret love of flowers.))"
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"..... (There’s nothing really to describe. I’m a SeeD... that’s who I am... but I can’t remember anything besides my cadet years, my friends, my father, and this warm feeling. Did a Guardian Force do this?... What is a Guardian Force?) -pinches the bridge of his nose- (My head hurts...)”
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"...."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"No."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"My father is the president of Esthar. (I don’t remember anything else...)”
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"... No. (He must be desperate.)"
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"I became a SeeD. (If anything else happened... I don’t know. Something’s wrong. What’s going on? ... And why am I here?)"
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"... -gets up and leaves- (None of that was helpful. I didn’t even get to ask him a question.)"
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Light, tangas, luvidays, whatever works.
age. fifteen, brah.
rp experience. siiiix years.
rules. he might have a few thundaga stocked.
rp sample.Lightning's vision narrowed, and the peculiar feeling of being pushed backwards through the tunnel forming in front of her gripped her limbs. Then everything she saw dissolved into a series of blinking colors, the last of which - the alternate blues and reds of Fang's blood-stained sari - fading into the encroaching darkness.
Thus, time both slowed to a crawl and sped to a breakneck pace, the soldier's instincts dragging her along for the ride as she countered two steps to the left, drawing herself as far out of the attack radius as possible - nevertheless, her own speed did not quite match Fang's speed in Ragnarok form, and the attack caught her lengthwise, sawing a huge blow down her right leg. Blood dripped to the ground, dust catching in the wound, but she didn't feel... anything.
An orange glow obscured her sight when it returned, and Lightning raised her left arm to defend - but Fang - her form returning, and Ragnarok disappearing - spoke.
"Y...Y'know.. I'm glad it was you.."
To throw the soldier off more, her eyesight took that moment to obtain ridiculous clarity - every drop of sweat and blood was accented, and the expression in Fang's tired eyes acute and sharp.
"I'm gonna miss you, Hope ya know.. you should smile more often, you're so damn beautiful when ya do. Damn near stopped my heart when ya smiled once.."
Lightning then understood what the huntress was saying. "Fang-" she tried to cut in, about to pass on comforting words, truthful or not.
The other fell, and Lightning made to catch her - but not fast enough, it seemed, as the huntress landed on her knees. She almost exuded a pure kind of happiness, and Claire's chest tightened.
"Claire Farron, you.. you were the best I ever had. Ya taught me to live again.."
It seemed she couldn't decide whether to smile or cry, but the soldier admonished the huntress gently. "Don't make me hit you. I said I'd get us both out of this. You'll make it. All right?"
And there was the first tear, falling to the ground with a wet thump. The screams and cries of the bloodthirsty crowd around them faded to a dull hum, and Lightning's vision swam, as the soldier wept silently.
But she was still smiling, and her heart tore in two as she grasped Fang's hand as well in return. The dust caked her own knees as she knelt beside the fallen huntress, weapons scattered behind her and cape matted with dirt.
"Light.. I lov-"
Unable to finish the statement, Fang instead pulled Claire down to her level, and expended her remaining strength to kiss the soldier.
Lightning would swear, if she ever had the guts to admit it, that her heart stopped beating at that. With the realisation that Fang was well and truly...
"Night night Sunshine."
Her eyes closed, and her breathing stilled.
One last tear dropped to Fang's forehead as Lightning leaned over the huntress, taking hold of her other hand and folding them delicately over her chest.
"Good night, Fang."
Standing to replace her gunblade in its sheath, and to retrieve Fang's spear, Lightning took the woman's body up in her arms along with her weapon. It was a clumsy maneuver, but she was not to leave the huntress' body here, not in this ring.
Enough fighting. She knew that woman, the one who was in charge, was sitting farther up in the stands. Not deigning to spare her a glance, the soldier hefted Fang's body and took the exit that the guards held open for her, silently, as was her right for being the victor.
The crowds may as well have no voices, for all that she heard them.
Lightning simply left, bruised and bloodied and dusty, drying streaks on her cheeks and her lips still turned up at the corners, eyes dim but sparkling with yet unshed tears.