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by aenaku_kaosu (aenaku_kaosu)
at November 16th, 2006 (03:10 pm)
accomplished

current mood: accomplished

When: Mid-day (RIGHT NOW)
Where: City of Edge (It's under construction D:)
Who: EVERYONE! YES YOU!
Notes: :D This is the first post in which EVERYONE can reply to! >3 Have fun! If you're playing a dead character they will be reformed near or exactly where they died. <3!

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Loud clanks from metal pegs being hinged as iron hammers came down on them could be heard down in the street below, drills and other various equipment produced a low hum from a distance. It was not in the slightest bit pleasant to hear. Especially when you were waking up to a sight you'd never seen before.

Those trying to make a life for themselves here found it increasingly difficult. The population had been drastically reduced and what was more troubling was that more people were slowly dying off from the stigma or other means.

Even while the townspeople rubbed sleep from their eyes the work continued on endlessly. It was going to leave even more quickly today.

It seemed like a perfectly ordinary day. The sun was filtering down through the midmorning haze and casting shadows across the dusty roads, buildings and debris. The sky was a vivid blue overhead with a few lingering clouds and there was a slight warmth in the air despite the chill that accompanied it telling those in Edge spring was near even though nothing grew there.

The day stretched on blearily. All those who lived here trudged through the daily ritual of looking for work, looking for food, caring for what was left of their family. Somewhere a dog could be heard yapping, a cat could be heard hissing and overturning a garbage bin, it was nothing they weren't used to.

These people had learned to deal with loss. The loss of parents, the loss of children, wives, husbands, friends...but nothing was like this. Cloud had never seen anything like this.

It was one thing when they pulled bodies from the rubble. It was another when they came from the rubble. They weren't dead and that was what sent the entire city in shock. They were living, breathing, human beings.

Quite suddenly this day had become more than an average day.

Edge was thrown into chaos but he wasn't quite sure what kind it was yet. It was a strange acceptable kind of chaos that sent your mind reeling , your heart would stop beating, all at once you would feel nothing and everything. All he could do was stare blankly.

At least thirty people had come out from the ruins today, he'd read it in the paper, it was on the televisions in the bar and shop windows.

Thirty of them. No one lived there. No one could survive there. Fiends inhabited what was left and would usually kill off or attack lone travelers. Some people had claimed they were parts of their family. Dead mothers or fathers, some had none, some were hopelessly dazed and confused as to who they were.

He had never seen this before and regardless of if he felt it was right or not it was happening.

He had to do something. He had to find out what was going on.

Who, honestly, could he ask though? It wasn't like anyone else really knew what was going on. He'd been out of contact with the others until recently but after weighing it in his mind he decided it couldn't hurt to see if similar things were happening where they lived as well.

Or maybe they would just call him? He sighed softly and looked up ahead, searching the road ahead, he would have to rely on that unless he could find them. They were all terrible about answering their PHS's. Either way. He wanted to know if it was some hoax someone was pulling or if it really was happening...he tried to draw strength from a presence he couldn't feel at the moment and found it futile.

Where are you...? he wondered to himself.

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Posted by: Zax Strife (saintsoldier)
Posted at: November 17th, 2006 04:58 am (UTC)

What...?

There had been a different light amonst all that was the darkness and the green. And how he was back here.

The ground was just the same as it had always been, dusty, dry and traced with cracks in the soil, much different from the chilly, muddy night that he'd last set foot there. Very slowly, Zax rose from his position sprawled out across the ground. His joints were stiff and he winced a little, climbing up to his feet and near-automatically stretching to try and loosen his limbs. Dust and dirt cling to his bare arms and SOLDIER uniform, the fron of his pullover torn, ripped, bloodstained, yet he bore no wounds.

What happened...? glaincg around, it didn't take him too long to remember where he was. The cliff and the mere sight of his old buster sword stabbed majestically into the gorund was enough to spark his most vivid memories from life.

Life...

"Well, fuck," a slightly amused smile tose to his lips, and he closed his eyes a moment, drawing in a deep breath. Air near Midgar wasn't the cleanest thing to take a great big lungful out of... but it was air. Real air. He was breathing it.

Zax had no idea what was going on, but hell, he liked it already.

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