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Squall stood across the street, staring down the front of a small building, crammed between two much larger ones. It was relatively tiny. Clearly only a single floor from the height of the building itself, a single entrance which he'd already confirmed by heading through the alleys behind it prior, and only one window; which faced the bustling street Squall subtly viewed it from. It was fairly large, a display window most likely, though very few things were actually on display in it. A few small trinkets of little value, wooden boxes, and other decorations. Nothing too valuable.
Squall crossed his arms in thought. His blue, discerning eyes scanned through the constant crowd shifting between himself and the shop. ("I guess it doesn't matter why the shop's a threat... I was paid to do a job, nothing more and nothing less.") Squall glanced about his surroundings, trying to ensure he wasn't being watched. He caught an eye or two, which made sense given his appearance and demeanor, so he elected to take off for a bit and avoid suspicion. Squall walked, tucking his hands into the pockets of his coat, and headed several blocks away, rounding a few corners, and then slowly made his way back around to the same storefront. He still had some time left... As the faint signs of night began to settle forth, warning the cityfolk of the coming darkness, Squall returned.
The flow of people had slowed substantially, which was much more to the lone wolf's liking. As he returned to the front, he concentrated. At the back of the building, when he'd investigated it, he set up a hidden bomb. Small, not particularly powerful; its main purpose was to spread burning oil, which would only affect the shop itself, which was made of wood, as opposed to the stone-walled buildings at its side. It was a rudimentary bomb, and obviously lacked a remote trigger. Putting it on a timer was also not an option, because it wouldn't be able to delay this long. Luckily Squall had learned a few tricks since waking up... His red orbs of energy used to dissipate after a few seconds if he didn't detonate them, but now he'd learned to hold one or two for a few hours before they did. That was the bomb's trigger.
As Squall seemingly walked by the shop again, innocent as anyone else there, his fingers snapped within his coat pockets, causing the small red orb of energy he left near the bomb in the back of the shop to explode, instantly breaking part of the shop's rear wall, and allowing a flow of burning oil in, which quickly began to burn up the old wood. A woman's scream erupted from inside, "Fire! Fire!" she yelled. Squall stopped, acting stunned for a moment as he glanced toward the shop.
("...Now's my chance.")
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Use your own eyes and see for yourself whose side I'm on!
Post by Celes Chere on Sept 27, 2017 8:17:25 GMT -6
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I've thrown Celes into a weird number of burning buildings...
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Celes didn’t think as she breathed the damp scent of evening dew and air pollution. She wasn’t alone, but the public space had cleared a little with the coming night. Street lamps buzzed to life above her. Far away, a lonely cricket chirped its solitude. If Celes closed her eyes, she thought of metal walkways and the distant grinding of experimental mechs.
Vector had never seemed to close and yet so very far away.
Zack wouldn’t understand. There was darkness inside of him, certainly. Some kind of secret that he’d never share and she’d never press, but he wasn’t like her. He was the kind of spring ahead without a thought in the world, eyes set on the future and living in the now. He didn’t wake up in the night wondering where he was and how any of it could even be real. He didn’t strike out without a word just so he wouldn’t feel the eyes of those who would never understand. He didn’t long for the worst times in his life just so he could be certain of something.
Vector had been a nightmare. An efficient, rigidly regimented nightmare of engine exhaust and sheet metal, but at least she’d known where she stood. Celes slowed her step, eyes trailing up until they dulled on a flurry of insects buzzing about a street light. What did she still have to do here? There was Zack, certainly, but what was even the point…?
The explosion came without warning. One moment, the street was almost silent but for the shuffling of feet. The next, there was fire. Celes froze at the wave of sound that met her. She saw it down the street – raging orange light and the bitter smell of ash. Her stomach churned. Her heart stopped. And then, from amidst the collapsing wood and crack of broken glass, there came a call.
”Fire! Fire!”
A voice. A woman. In the flames.
Celes feet were moving before the thought hit. Her boots pounded against slick asphalt as she hurtled herself towards the fire. People were gathering in a frightened semi-circle around the site. Celes pushed her way through, shoving so hard that she heard bodies hit the ground but she didn’t stop to look at them. The front of the shop was still standing, though the windows had shattered. Celes cursed her own incompetence. Why had she gone anywhere in civilian clothes? Why had she left her sword behind? Celes reached for the door – too hot – before thrusting her hands together and spurring the magic in her blood. A few muttered spells and the walls were coated in frost. Celes threw open the door and ducked inside, hand raised against the flames that were far, far too close.
(OOC: Sorry again for bad response time, I hope to do better but for now I'll do the best I can. Hopefully you can understand why from the discord messages I sent you.)
Squall stood, feigning shock, but it seemed he waited just a bit too long. People immediately closed in on the shop despite common sense, and almost surrounded him, Squall at the front. That was enough of a complication on its own, right up until a sharp prod from behind him and a forceful push nearly pushed him off balance. A blonde woman rushed in, and right off the bat, the mercenary could tell she was trouble even in the clothing of a civilian. People don't move into a dangerous area like that unless they've been paid to, they have a death wish, or they're naive and haven't seen the cost of being a hero yet. Sometimes even a mix of two or three of those.
She headed forward and with a twinkle of magical energy, cast a spell of ice over the storefront, freezing it almost instantly. ("A mage? How lucky am I...") Squall thought to himself, and with a talent all his own, his mental voice was wreathed in dry, unamused sarcasm. The complications were spiralling out of control rapidly. He needed to move. Now. Squall darted off toward the storefront, which wasn't terribly far. With his athleticism he built up a great amount of speed in a very short distance though, and with a strong kick off from the ground, went barreling through the broken front window, which a thin pane of ice had formed over thanks to the meddling hero. With a midair turn of his body, Squall's shoulder and back broke through the ice with a loud shatter, and he rolled across an as-yet unburned section of the shop. Thanks to his surveillance and excellent planning, it was very likely that this section and a small path inward from it wouldn't catch fire too quickly. That was how he planned to get in anyway...
Through the break in the flames, maybe 15 feet left of him, Squall could see the would-be hero with her arms up. People responded to her call, "In the back!" A woman shouted. Squall easily recognized her shouting as the same voice who called out the fire. Squall rose to his feet and called out to the blonde heroine. "Hey, you head in the back to get her! I'll look around and see if anyone was knocked out or injured by the blast!" He shouted. Admittedly, he just needed her out of this central area so he could find what he was looking for, but something felt natural about giving an order, though it left a bitter and sour taste in his mouth after doing so.
Squall advanced slowly, battling the flames away where he could. He could have used magic to help in this situation, but the goal was to be as inconspicuous as possible, so that would be very counter-productive and Squall never failed a mission. He stepped carefully through the burning building, eyes darting every which way to ensure both his safety and to discover the location of the item he came for. Suddenly a loud crack boomed from above as a wooden support beam snapped, burning through the middle. It plummeted quickly, forcing Squall to sidestep out of pure instinct. Cinders and red hot ash rained over him even as he moved aside, burning his face and arms just a touch. "Damn!" Squall cursed, brushing them away from his eyes. It was spreading quicker than he expected. He picked up the pace to match.
He reached some of the shelves which housed myriad baubles and knick-knacks, some in glass cases and some not. He managed to spot what he was looking for in a thick glass case; a little chocobo molded from pure gold and embroidered with diamonds, emeralds, and sapphires. Supposedly it was made by some incredibly famous person native to this world, but Squall didn't care much. He raised his arm and bashed the glass with his coat-covered elbow, shattering it loudly. Hopefully the roar of fire would help disguise that. Quickly he scooped it up and pocketed it before heading into the flames, toward the back to the check on the women. "Are you alright?" Squall shouted as he slowly moved toward the door at the back of the shop, where the woman's scream had originated from.
Why do I have so many "Celes in a fire" threads? Odd...
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
At first, there was only the dark crackling of flames. And then there came the same, desperate voice behind the door to her left. ”In the back!” Celes let out a short breath in relief and started towards it before another voice stopped her. One behind her.
”Hey, you head in the back to get her!” Celes spun around to face the man, but couldn’t see much through the distorted light and smoke. He stood on the opposite side of the shopfront, a little taller than her, with messy dark hair and clad in leather. ”I’ll look around and see if anyone was knocked out or injured by the blast!”
”What?” Celes stared at him. ”It’s too dangerous! We don’t even know if anyone else is here! Come help me if you’re here, don’t just-!” But he was already gone, edging carefully around the flames and through the opposite door. Celes out a short breath. If someone with more guts than brains was willing to throw himself into a fire for nothing then that wasn’t her problem. Above her, there was a terrible crash that spurned the fire on, aching in her throat and against her raised arms. She needed to move, and quickly.
Celes edged towards the door – too hot to touch – and held out her threaded hands like a talisman. Her magic pulsed cold through her blood, and erupted from her with a few muttered words. It did its best to suck the heat from the air around her, but there was just too much of it for the surface to ice over like usual. Still, it was enough to keep the flames at bay, and she approached the door carefully, kicking in the weakened wood with her heel before ducking inside.
This was not the first time Celes had rushed headlong into a burning building, and she doubted it would be the last. From the devastation of Kefka’s Light of Judgment (a crack of thunder, searing light, smouldering ashes – no, don’t think about that, not now) to the fires of Torensten, Celes was no stranger to the rush of smoke that enveloped her. She tried to hold her breath (not again, not again!) before edging forward unsteadily. The fire burned so bright that her eyes ached to look at it. The heat was nearly unbearable, even with the magic she kept around her like a charm. Keep moving. One step forward. If you don’t do it, then who will…?
Above her, the fire roared its fury. There was the crack of weakened wood, the shattering of glass from the heat, but she kept moving forward, throat closed, eyes squinted, arms raised and coated in magic. She kicked open another door into a back room, and she heard a cry of alarm. Smoke flooded in with her – too dark and too thick to see the woman as anything more than a huddled figure beneath the store shelves. Celes didn’t say anything – that would mean releasing her breath – and instead grabbed the woman’s hand, forced her close enough for the magic to shield them both, and dragged her back into the flames.
The woman coughed heavily. ”To the left-! The door-! The back door-!” The words came pained and wheezing, but Celes nodded and dashed towards it, parting the fire before her like ocean waves before kicking in the door at its end. The room here was almost untouched except for the smoke pouring in from behind her, and Celes took the opportunity to finally, desperately breathe. The fire burned hotter, but it was only the one – not like Torensten with its entire neighborhoods bathed in flames. Not like Tzen with its buildings on the edge of collapse. Celes would have a cough for a while, but she’d be alright. She’d live, and so would the woman she’d saved, though she needed clean air now. Celes was half-dragging her towards the back door when she heard a familiar voice.
”Are you alright?” Once again, his voice came from behind her – this time from a side hallway on the other end of the stairs. Celes shot him a look deadlier than any fire before pushing onwards.
”I have her.” Her voice rasped against the smoke, painful. She cleared it before trying again. ”No thanks to you. Help me, won’t you?” She had only a few more feet until the back door – troublingly closed when she already had her arms full with a woman who was quickly becoming dead weight. Help at this point wouldn’t do much, but it was something when time was limited.
As Squall drew closer to the door, just nearing the frame, he heard a response to his question. ("They're alive, huh? I suppose I'll have to keep the cover.") And speaking of cover Squall actually peered off, entirely by chance, to his right side. "Huh." He huffed as his keen eyes spotted an interesting sight not far off. There was some degree of genuine surprise--almost disbelief--in the experienced mercenary, something he hadn't felt in a long time. Across the wooden floor, laying on the ground with a fallen hunk of wood laying over top of him was an elderly man. The wood, another support beam, was burned at both ends and the fire savagely roared above. A call for help from the blonde woman went briefly unheeded as Squall peeked inside the room, "One moment," he spoke, ducking back out of view quickly.
He stepped carefully over to the fallen man, who was bleeding slightly from his head, now that Squall was close enough to see him clearly. Thankfully the wood that had fallen was fairly small and likely only knocked him because it hit him straight on the head. No pinning here. Squall reached out and quickly pulled the wood off of him, then hoisted the frail man up onto his right shoulder. "Sorry old man, but we're in a hurry here." The fires were beginning to take a toll even on Squall, whose lungs started to burn from the smoke and the heat. He moved more hastily back to the door, having stepped away for only a minute at most, and moved inside.
Without any hesitation, Squall rushed over to the woman who had screamed for help and reached for her, hoisting her up onto his other shoulder. "I assume you can walk on your own, heroine," Squall said to the blonde with a quick nod, "if not I'll be back for you in a minute." Thankfully neither of these two were very heavy, so Squall strained very little holding the two of them. The woman heaved heavily, barely even seeming conscious at this point. The smoke was working fast on everyone else it seemed. Squall rushed back into the fire, and thankfully it was a straight shot out from there. Not much in the way directly, and thanks to how thoroughly Squall had scoped the place out, he knew exactly how to find the door again even without being able to see it through the flames and smoke.
It was a quick trip for the mercenary at least. He emerged from the burning building with a victim on each shoulder to a host of faces all flashing relief. People started moving in with water, finally. Squall set the two down and turned to watch as people moved with buckets of water toward the shop; good samaritans it seemed. Squall took this moment to pass a glance around to see if the blonde woman had made it out as well.
("Don't make me actually go back in for you... I've already accomplished my mission here.")
Final Fantasy VI
22
YEARS
Female
Complicated
Heterosexual
429 POSTS
Fin
Use your own eyes and see for yourself whose side I'm on!
Post by Celes Chere on Dec 15, 2017 10:45:41 GMT -6
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LOOK OUT. CELES IS PISSED.
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
The man came to help, but not without an unwelcome addition. ”I assume you can walk on your own, heroine,” he muttered as the woman’s weight lifted from Celes’ shoulder. Celes recoiled as though she’d been slapped.
”Excuse me?” She shot the man a sharp and deadly look, but he’d already nodded and started ahead of her – the woman and someone else (an old man? It was hard to tell) on his back.
”If not, I’ll be back for you in a minute,” he added before charging back into the fire.
Celes stared after him in disbelief. ”Wait, where are you-?” she started, but he was already gone. Celes looked at the back door again, so close in front of her. Still closed. Presumably not leading to anything else dangerous. She’d only wanted him to hold open the door. And he’d grabbed the unconscious victim of smoke inhalation and dragged her right back into the flames.
Celes’ lips pursed. What on earth was he thinking?
Rather than follow him, Celes clutched her hands together, called on her magic, and threw open the locked backdoor with a well-placed spell. The gust of fresh air was like healing water on her lungs, but she didn’t stop to enjoy it. Instead, she bolted out the door, into the street, past a partially burning alley, and came back around to the front of the store. She’d thought that the front entrance might be a better vantage point to reach him if he got himself stuck in the flames. Instead, she found the man standing in the middle of a circle of bystanders, all praising him for his heroics, all gleaming with relief. Celes’ lips pursed. Oh, they had to be kidding!
Celes marched forward with daggers in her eyes, lips pursed, fists clenched. She pushed aside one of the man’s new adoring admirers and glared up at him challengingly. ”What was that?” The words came sharp even with her roughened voice. She cleared her throat of the smoke’s damage before grabbing at where her sword should have been (touching instead at her hip) and giving him the kind of look that would have wilted unruly soldiers in Vector. ”Were you thinking at all? Or were you too caught up in ridiculing me?” Her lips straightened into a thin line as she tossed her loose hair behind her ear. ”In a situation like that, you find your allies and work with them. You could have died! Or worse, let them die. Maybe you think you’re above working with anyone, but you're not.” Her eyes narrowed. ”You're just reckless.”
