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| The Beginning; Solo | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 6 2009, 09:26 PM (65 Views) | |
| [-Angeles-] | Aug 6 2009, 09:26 PM Post #1 |
Ex-Turk
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A woman stood alone on a small outcropping of rock overlooking the ocean. Midgar was not too far behind her. The city of sin. She closed her jade-green eyes and bowed her head as if in prayer. One hand was handing, her thumb hooked on a chain that spread from one side of her stomach to the other. There were three of these chains on her coat. They were simple decorations, along with the buttons and the fluer du lis clasps that graced the black cloth. Silver hair floated backwards on the sea-blown breeze, and she could smell the salt in the air. Sea spray fell lightly on her and she opened her eyes and looked up at a grey sky. She stood like this for a while before she inhaled and let the air out in a sigh. “You’ve really messed it up this time yo,” came a voice behind. She did not turn and look at the man, she knew who it was. She made no move to defend, or attack, or even to escape. “Going to take me in?” she asked calmly, listening to the man breathe behind her. A small inhale gave away when he was ready to speak and sure enough his cool relaxed voice floated over to her. “Nah, I’m off duty.” Reno came up to stand beside her and look out at the sea. She saw him in her peripheral vision; he was exactly as she remembered: unkempt red hair, matching tattoos under blue eyes, the Turk’s uniform worn loosely, and a devil-may-care attitude to match his exterior. However, now, he was not smiling. This was unusual, but Angeles could understand why. She had done some horrendous things against Shinra Company, as far as he was concerned, she was an enemy, though years of working together made it hard for him and all the other Turks to bury Angeles’ memory. “I understand that you guys are having problems of your own, not Shinra’s.” Reno did not answer at first, did not turn to look at her, almost didn’t even blink, before he turned to her with a casual smile and shrugged his shoulders, putting his hands into his pockets, “yeah, Avalanche is giving us a bunch of crap, Veld’s gone, Tseng don’t want to be in charge, and Shinra wants all of us dead or something like that.” “Why continue to work for him?” “Well, maybe it isn’t Shinra, I have my money on Scarlet, but someone in there wants us dead. But right now, continuing with Shinra in somewhat in our best interest, kind of gets us places we want to get to.” Angeles hummed in understanding and nodded her head slowly. “What about you?” Angeles swallowed slightly then began, “I’m going to kill Hojo and utterly destroy Jenova.” “We figured that much out,” said Reno, looking again at the sea. “Yeah,” sighed Angeles, “I think it will change something. Doing away with Hojo in itself will do great good to the world, destroying Jenova will do good for those whose lives Hojo has destroyed.” “That’s all?” “That’s pretty much it yeah.” Reno hummed in understanding and nodded slowly, exactly as she had. “You’re being tracked.” Reno sighed, “yeah, I’m off duty but the others aren’t, but I don’t think it’s of any matter to you. You can fly, and all we got are helicopters.” “You can do some damage with those.” “Yeah but, you’re you. Helicopters are shying away with their tails tucked between their propellers. That and no one really wants to bring you in. You’ve noticed that we always only shoot you in your arm or something.” “Yeah,” said Angeles, having dug Tseng’s bullet out of her shoulder only minutes before the meeting. The wound still stung, but she had been through worse. Much worse. “You know, it’s going to get even worse for you now, now that you gone off and attacked Hojo without killing him.” “Yeah, I’ll fix that soon.” “Bet you will.” Angeles finally turned and looked at Reno he looked at her and forced a smile. “I guess you’re going to go now huh?” “I better before someone shoots me in the shoulder again.” “See ya then.” Angeles remained still, looking at her old friend for a while before turning and taking steps towards the edge of the rocks, the then unhooked her hand and spread her wing, then she fell over the edge. She used the air current to rise into the clouds out of sight of the world below. Reno watched her for a moment before looking at his watch, “the night’s still young, maybe I can get some drinks in me before I head home,” he stopped speaking to himself and turned his hand and held it open, catching a small black feather in his palm. He looked at it, then leaned forward and blew it out of his hand. He watch it float away and put his hand in his pocket. He blinked and solemnly stared at the darkened waves before turning and heading back to Midgar. |
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