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Post by Dietfried Hans on May 16, 2010 18:03:46 GMT -5
 . . "I'm not ready to die just yet, this is not yet the time."
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A lone man walked through the wastelands of Midgar; a dusty air that smelled like iron filled his lungs as his long hair danced along the dry wind. There was no life here other than the ruined city that was there before him. From what he had heard outside of Cocoon was Grand Pulse, but this was nothing like what had heard. Many of his former comrades told him it was a hell on earth, but perhaps this was something like it. How did he end up here? Even the man started to question that himself. Low on food and water with lack of sleep due to being attacked by large group of beasts every now and then wore him out. No destination, no objective…. He just walked on towards the place where there may be signs of civilization.
So far from home, he started to think coming all the way out here was a terrible idea. Well, obviously it was a terrible idea coming all the way out here without being prepared. The man continued his long hard walk towards the Midgar as the wind started to pick up. The dust storm brewed up, blocking the line of sight of his objective before him. Unable to see where he was going, the man continued to wonder in circles within the storm. No destination, low on food, and water the Mother Nature screamed back at him with violent dusts slashing against his face as if she was telling him to turn back.
He was too far out to turn back now. His mind told him to stop, but his body kept on walking restlessly even if the city was nowhere in sight. Perhaps it was wise for him to stop and take a break until the sandstorm died down, but the constant growl of the hungry beasts made him uneasy. Also, he was vulnerable without being able to see what his targets were, if he fired a bullet now they will know that he was here, but if they were that close why didn’t they attack him? They were waiting for him to stop, obviously.
From what he had learned many of the military ambush techniques were often studied from the way the creatures act to catch their prey. Of course he knew, after all he was an ex. PSICOM soldier that held the rank of a captain he was known to crawl up to such high rank within exact two years and that man was Hans Dietfried. Hans kept walking, but at a slower pace, waiting for the beasts to ambush him as he slowly drew out his bladed weapon. Of course, he would like to use his firearm, but last thing he needed was having more hungry bastards coming at him.
The cold steel sang, and that’s when the creatures started to jump at him all at once. Hans managed to put first one, the second and then the third into their death beds; however, some of their claws actually managed to wound him. From what he knew he wasn’t at any condition to fight, so he retreated trying to lose them within the dust storm. His vision began to blur, oh great he was dehydrated… just in time too. He fell on his knee, panting as he took in the dry dust into his mouth, coughing. Then he fell on the ground, unconscious. It was then the beasts slowly gathered around him.
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Notes;; Ehh.... :U
Outfit;; Clicky
BGM;; Eh, can't think of any.
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Post by Fran on May 17, 2010 21:48:20 GMT -5
It seemed as if she would never figure out where she was, almost as if she was walking around in pointless circles. It was still unclear to the viera on how she managed to wind up in this place, her mind still spinning with questions that would probably never be answered. All she could remember was that she was enjoying some leisure time with Balthier, and then the next minute there was screaming and panic. All of a sudden everything went dark, and it had been in this place she woke up. Her partner nowhere in sight, but Fran knew better then to panic. She was certain her partner was well, and he would find her soon enough. So for now she could just wander, and possibly find out what this place was called.
It seemed odd that there was no hint of mist, not a single trace of it. You would think all places had mist, but this place did not. Perhaps she should be thankful for that, Vaan and them have seen what she gets like when the mist hits her nose. She goes beserk and into a rage of fury, that was only if there was a large amount of it. Her senses could not pick up any, even if there was a little bit it would not make her lose control. It was then she stopped, Fran could hear the faint clang of metal. The sound seemed to echo abit through the ruined buildings, but that was not what made her stop. She could sense trouble, and whomever was on the other end of this blade needed help.
She did not know what she was expecting to see, but she was not so heartless as to leave someone in distress. The only problem was that she seemed to have lost her bows and arrows, a weapon that would come in handy right now. She listened for a few minutes, concentrating on where the sound was coming from. Her knee still injured quite abit she pressed on, till she got closer and closer until she had to shield her face. What was this, a dust storm. It was then she had realized she somehow left that ruined city behind, perhaps when she was lost in her own thoughts she wandered out into the open.
Slowly lowering her arms, her crimson eyes tryed to adjust to the swirling dust that was around her. Blinking she could see the blurred images of the beasts circling around something, it seemed to be a person unconcious on the ground. Narrowing her eyes and letting out a yell, the viera ignored her pain and ran right for the beasts using her good leg to kick one out of the way. Standing in front of the unconcious person, she took on a defensive stance narrowing her eyes upon the beasts. [/size] |
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Post by Lightning on May 18, 2010 17:32:04 GMT -5
All this wandering seemed pointless. So why had she ended up here? She could not truly answer that as she travelled through this ruined city. Maybe it was her curiosity that caused her to go this far, as there was certainly something up. Everything seemed...different somehow. The atmosphere was no longer the same; getting worse the further she went. All this confusion was giving her a migraine, her head trying to focus on the path ahead. Her gloved hand rose to her forehead, trying but failing to dull the pain of over concentrating. Her feet carried on through the wasteland, not wanted to give up. She had to find someone or something that could tell her was what coming on, she just had to.
It was strange to say that this silence of walking alone was oddly comforting. It was in such contrast since her last adventure, with such a diverse group of people. Lightning wouldn’t say she got on well in such instances, as going alone suited her a bit better. The only thing that nagged her was that here, no one could distract her from the thoughts of impending danger that rang through her mind. She had to be cautious, on alert if anything odd was to come her way.
Luckily, there wasn’t a time when she was not on the ball. Maybe when she was a bit fatigued but that was it. Those few years of training in the Guardian corps had certainly toughened her up and made her rather vigilant. It was hard for her to regret her time spent there, although she did wish she hadn’t worked so many hours. Of course, the young woman had missed alot, spending time with her sister being one thing. Although she did not have any other choice, she needed to be strong.
Otherwise, life would have been alot harder. She couldn’t be vulnerable, that was not good at all. Without all that training she would have been weak and more importantly, useless. For so long, fighting was all she knew. It kept her going, as she hoped the best for her sister and her home city. In time, she did come to realize there was more to live for than just surviving, it was a lesson she couldn’t. She tried to lighten up a bit more, but only just. It had been so long, it was rather difficult to get out of her usual habit.
For now, she had to keep her eyes open, for anything out of the ordinary, which was strange as nothing was ever normal anymore. As she paced through a pretty wild sandstorm, shielding her eyes during the process, she could sense some other signs of life in the distance. Bracing herself for any enemy attack, her hand rested on her gun blade, ready to retaliate. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of the snarling creatures that stood before her, and the unconscious man that they were circling.
Gritting her teeth, Lightning did not hesitate to attack the remaining few with her blade, hoping to scare them off as she glanced up at the strange taller creature before her. It almost looked human like, its body in particular although the woman’s face was not human like. She wasn’t well educated in other races other than the ones she was used to back home. She didn’t flinch as her blade thrust into one of the animals, causing it hit the ground with a thud. Her eyes adverted to the man lying on the ground, with the viera standing between him and the beats. “I’ve got this, no need to worry.” Lightning uttered quietly as she lifted her gun blade in front of her to ward off the creatures. |
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