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I made Angeal and was immediately mean to him, I'm so sorry Ang ksdfkd
Nostalgia was a funny thing.
Angeal Hewley had traveled quite a bit in life, yet still, there remained two places that definitely felt like home to him. Banora was a breath of fresh air, the smell of sweet flowers mixed with the saltiness of the nearby ocean. It was greens and whites and purples, it was smiles and hellos from fellow neighbors. It was warm rays from the sun, and quiet, whispering winds. It was memories from what seemed so long ago, climbing trees and running through forgotten fields.
That was no longer home, though, and it hadn’t been for many, many years. Home now was a sprawling metropolis, neon lights and crowds, the hustle and bustle of city life. It was the buzz of humanity at all hours of the day and night, the purposeful avoidance of eye contact, shop after shop with their own assortment of glitz and glam. It was anything you could ever need or want, a quick walk from your own front door. It was the clash of metal, the sweat and pain of workouts, the sear of magic across his skin.
Home was unnatural lights and chemical smells. Home was orders, men in leather and heavy duty cotton, others in white lab coats.
Sometimes, home was darkness under a metal sky, too much garbage piled up from one place to another. It was rotten smells and foul odors with no place to escape to. It was the incoherent, desperate screaming of people with nothing to gain and nothing to lose. It was fear in the eyes of those he wished to call neighbor. The never ending chorus of machines and lost hopes and dreams.
Angeal stirred from his jarred thoughts, nose immediately wrinkling to the familiar stench of garbage sitting out too long in the elements. A deep, rumbling cough shook his chest as he opened his eyes, blinking away the haze of an unwelcome sleep. It took a moment, perhaps two moments too long, for his mind to truly come to as he realized he was staring dumbly at a brick wall, cheek pressed hard against cold, unforgiving cement. Furrowing his brow, he immediately felt it.
Something … isn’t right.
The Soldier’s arms ached as he urged them up toward his head, placing his gloved hands against the frigid ground to push himself up. The world came to in an ugly swirl of color and smell -- bright, unnatural lights and putrid scents. Angeal grunted with effort as he came to his knees, squinting his blue eyes at his surroundings as the dizziness in his mind began to settle. There was a familiar buzz in the air … Civilization, and a lot of it. The splatter of color finally began to slow, a lit neon sign, the dusting of snowflakes, different colored boxes and crates and bags.
Angeal groaned and shoved the butt of his hand against his forehead, rubbing it between his eyes, grumbling, “I know SOLDIER isn’t well liked across the planet, but I have to take some offense to being dumped with the literal garbage.”
Dropping his hand, the man stared blankly at the dumpster next to him for a moment, trying to allow the gears in his mind to start turning. He, of course, remembered his training on concussions well enough, but it was much harder to execute when one was dizzy and still coming-to. Angeal forced himself to his feet, slowly, using the overflowing dumpster as a brace to balance himself. Again, he shoved the back of his gloved hand to his nose, eyes beginning to water as his enhanced senses caught up to him.
First things first -- who are you?
“I’m Angeal Hewley,” the Soldier mumbled the answer to himself, “SOLDIER 1st Class.”
Secondly, where are you?
Where? That was a good question. Considering the sounds and lights, it seemed like Midgar but … Something was off about it. The dazzling gleam of snowflakes glinted off a nearby sign he couldn’t quite understand, and ah -- ! When had it ever snowed in Midgar? There was a first time for everything, Angeal supposed, but snow that far south? It typically only rained in Midgar, and even then, not very often.
“I’m either in Midgar,” he sighed, “Or a city further north, despite the fact that I’m fairly certain there are no cities this large or advanced anywhere near the northern crater.”
Why are you here?
There was something he had no answer for. Angeal straightened himself up, eyes narrowed at the entry of the alleyway he was currently occupying. He briefly checked himself over for injuries, finding nothing but a couple of already-healing scrapes. He appeared to have most of his equipment as well; a few materia, two swords on his back, the typical supplies for any outing. The only thing that stuck out was a few white feathers in his pocket -- probably threw his pants in the dryer after Genesis used it to dry a gaudy coat or fluffy comforter.
That was strange. He couldn’t remember the last thing he had been doing before waking up face down in a disgusting alley. Had he been in a fight of some sort? Surely he’d have more injuries or torn clothing if that were the case. Besides, there weren’t many people or creatures out there that could take down a 1st Class SOLDIER easily. Yet, his standard issue Soldier sword barely seemed used, and the Buster Sword was in perfect condition, as always. If anything, it seemed like he’d simply walked out of the front door and suddenly collapsed down below the plate somehow.
Well, perhaps getting the lay of the land would help jog his memory. If he were unceremoniously dumped next to a dumpster, surely there were other Soldiers around as well? Angeal hardly ever took missions alone these days -- always paired with a younger Soldier for training purposes. There was no sense in answering to the rising panic swelling in his gut just yet. Some patience and information gathering were sometimes just the cure to any predicament, anyway.
Boots echoing against the brick walls, the Soldier confidently strode out of the alleyway and …
Stopped.
There were people around, walking down the street under the haze of the neons, but he -- he didn’t recognize what any of them were wearing. Angeal was no fashion aficionado, yet he was pretty familiar with the style of people in Midgar and around most of the planet. His eyes quickly turned to one of the flashing signs, and he realized he had no idea what kind of place it was even advertising. The baffled Soldier barely had time to read the letters before it changed in a stream of light, on to the next strange thing. The people moving around him gave him more than the usual barely-there glance he was accustomed to; instead staring, their eyes filling with confusion and … was that fear?
Angeal wasn’t usually one to be stunned, yet there he was, standing in the street with his mouth slightly hanging open in confusion, eyes darting around to find something familiar other than the hum of words he understood.
Post by Keimusho Onishi on Feb 16, 2020 23:02:28 GMT -6
Keimusho's journey to Sonora most definitely felt like a long one. The experience of meeting his world's Warrior of Light at The World Sight left him with much to think about. His conversation with Alexander made him think of what course of action to make if he returns to his world. He could've still have been lost in thought, if he wasn't aware of the city's less than ideal reputation. Upon entry the shinobi's usual vigilance returned instantly. It could easily turn dangerous here if you were caught in a vulnerable state of being. However, the danger's here were exactly why the ninja ventured here.
The ninja basically operated as a wandering vigilante of sorts. He traveled around in hopes to find someone in need. This approach bears much more fruit than one would expect it to. Perhaps it only works out this way because of the multitude of problems that occur on Serentestra, if not the entirety of Zephon. Whatever the case was Keimusho was certain that something would happen during his time here, especially he stayed during nightfall.
As the ninja walked through the streets of Serentestra, the Anima in his weapon would manifest its sprite-esque form. The anima yawns as if it awoke from slumber. "So what are we doing today boss?" it asked the ninja. "You seriously do not have the best timing do you?" Keimusho responded.
"It's fine. It's not like you are trying to be sneaky right now."
"If you are able to make that observation without manifesting this form, then why do you appear to have arisen from slumber?"
The ninja shifted his walk towards an alleyway. The Anima could easily be mistaken for a demon and Keimusho would prefer t not deal with that for multiple reasons. He didn't want normal civilians to start freaking out, he did not want to get attacked, and he did not want people to try to steal his kodachi if they somehow realized that the blade hosted this artificial soul. There was an individual standing next to a dumpster with a distraught look on his face. Keimusho would have typically just shifted over to another location, but from the looks on his face implied that he had to have some sort of problem. It was then that the Anima dissipated the form it used to communicate. Ignoring this Keimusho went over to him and said, "Hey are you alright? You appear as if you've seen a ghost." Keimusho cringed at those choice of words considering that he did have an encounter with a ghost in The Headstone Forest.
Hello thank you for being a ninja, now I get to also thrown in a little PTSD xD
Focus. Come on.
Angeal threw one arm out to steady himself against the closest surface -- the dumpster, of course. He closed his eyes for a moment, attempting to ground himself with a few calm breaths. Yet, all the knowledge in the world he had for staying sound of mind in a terrifying situation was practically thrown out of the window when everything around him was foreign. Strange. Was he having a stroke, or a fever dream, and simply seeing these visions in his head? He bit down on his tongue as he forced his eyes open once more, gazing out over the strange landscape.
It gazed back into him. The neon signs colored strange shadows against his skin, the echoes of noises and talk swam in his ears. It reminded him of being in Midgar for the first time after being truly infused for the Soldier program; everything was so loud, so bright, it was practically unbearable for his heightened senses.
Heart racing, the Soldier attempted to focus on something. At least one thing that might help him figure out where he was. His eyes fell down the slope of a building to the street, tracing down to stomping shoes and cracked stone. A newspaper blew by, too quick for him to read anything on it.
"Hey are you alright? You appear as if you've seen a ghost."
If Angeal were a lesser man, he would have screamed. He still nearly did, of course, so lost in his own head -- the voice startled him. The large Soldier moved quickly, turning fully toward the sound of the voice, resisting the urge to throw his hand up toward the hilt of his sword. He was never one to resort to violence first, but here, dazed and confused, he felt like an animal cornered in a cage.
Instead, his gloved hand fell to his chest over his heart, as he slowly released a held breath.
However, concern seized the man’s body quickly as he studied the person who had noticed him. The other person appeared to be dressed in some sort of ancient-looking armor of sorts, face hidden behind a mask. While the color and style were something he hadn’t really seen before, it was reminiscent of …
The blood of beasts and men mingling among the grass, the distant sound of bombs and gunfire, the foreign screams.
Wutai.
Angeal tried to soften his expression, his glowing eyes likely more intense than necessary for a simple conversation. He loosened his clenched jaw, relaxing the hand on his chest. Surely, he could play off his sudden stiffness as nothing more than surprise at being spoken to. He wasn’t nearly as suave as Genesis, but truth be told, Angeal would avoid a fight any day if he could.
“... Not a ghost, I think,” the Soldier finally spoke, his tone strong even over the hum of the nearby people in the street, “I’d be lying if I said I was alright, though.”
Angeal glanced around the area again, the hairs on the back of his neck standing as he frowned deeply. He wasn’t sure if his feet were itching to run, or if he was more tempted to try and wake himself from whatever bizarre dream he surely must be in.
“Could you tell me -- Where we are? I don’t recognize this city.”
Post by Keimusho Onishi on Feb 26, 2020 22:00:33 GMT -6
It was obvious from the question that this man was not of Zephon. It was almost like a daily occurrence that you just stumble across someone who just got sent here. And it was always random. Keimusho wished that if individuals were being dragged here that there could at least be some consistency with the process. He found it surprising that some hasn't gotten killed from being transported in a random location, It's only a matter of time before someone gets transported into the middle of a battle or into the nest of a ravenous monster. Luckily this individual only got transported next to a dumpster, though this was not one of the most ideal cities to be in. "Someone else not of this world..." the ninja mutters.
"From the sounds of it you are from another world. I realize that this will be quite much to take in, but listen well and do your best to keep your composure. This is not the world that you know. Like many of us you have been transported here. Here we stand on a planet called Zephon. The country is Serentestra and this city is Sonora," he informs the individual.
It was not that long ago that he would be informed of this information himself. He was quite grateful to Caius for informing him and assisting by gifting him a map. As such he wanted to show this same courtesy to this new individual. He would reach in his bag to reach a slip of paper. He would motion it towards this black-haired individual.
"Here. This is a map of Serentestra. If you are looking to depart the main cities would be here, Torensten, and Provo. Sonora perhaps isn't the best option of the three. Crime runs rampant during nightfall here," he continues.
Angeal is the least accepting of this NEW WORLD THING than any of my characters lmao
It was hard to discern the other man’s expression, but if Angeal had to put a word to it, it was be; contemplative. It seemed his request had brought some sort of recognition to the ninja, something familiar. He didn’t look at the Soldier like he was a complete crazy person for asking such a question, at least, so that was a bit of a relief. Well, for a moment, anyway.
“Someone else not of this world..."
The ninja had muttered the words softly into the wind, but Angeal’s enhanced hearing had picked them up clear as day -- or the neon sign flashing just above their heads. His lips parted for a moment as he very nearly scoffed, before snapping his jaw shut and turning his bewildered gaze to his boots. He didn’t have long to think over the bizarre set of words he’d just heard, before the man continued. At the sound of his voice, the Soldier looked back up, his glowing eyes growing ever concerned, yet rapt with attention.
"From the sounds of it you are from another world. I realize that this will be quite much to take in, but listen well and do your best to keep your composure. This is not the world that you know. Like many of us you have been transported here. Here we stand on a planet called Zephon. The country is Serentestra and this city is Sonora.”
Maybe in another time, Angeal would have reacted better to this strange news. It was only out of forced politeness and not wishing to make a scene that he didn’t immediately scoff and walk away, or remove his glove and check the man for a fever. Another world? That certainly wasn’t … No, that sounded like the story of some cheap fiction book he’d bought to read on the way to a mission. People couldn’t just be transported to other worlds, right? Angeal was a simple man with simple beliefs, but even he would call such a thing a stretch.
Those names didn’t sound familiar, though. Zephon. Serentestra. Sonora. If this was some sort of guilt laden fever dream, it wasn’t anything he remembered reading before.
Angeal’s lips drew into a thin line as the other man shifted and began reaching for something in his bag. Half of the Soldier’s instincts screamed to grab his sword, while the other half were ready to accept fate at this point. Maybe he’d get hit over the head, and suddenly everything would make sense. However, the ninja didn’t pull out a weapon, but rather a piece of paper that he carefully unfolded.
"Here. This is a map of Serentestra. If you are looking to depart the main cities would be here, Torensten, and Provo. Sonora perhaps isn't the best option of the three. Crime runs rampant during nightfall here."
Well, at least something is familiar, the large Soldier thought bitterly, knowing well the crime statistics in Midgar. When he was still nothing but a 3rd class, Angeal was sent out into the seedier parts of the city to try and control the rampant crime. Desperation was nothing to shake one’s head at.
Angeal took the map carefully, his eyes glancing over it for a moment. It took only half a second for him to realize; nothing on the paper made sense to him. Not the names, not the topography, nothing. He sighed in irritation, gloved fingers crinkling the edges of the map as he tried to control his frustration, “This is a lot to take in. And it’s very, very difficult to believe.”
The supposed crime in the area was the least of his worries. Right now, the Soldier was much more focused on the growing nausea in his stomach and the whirlwind of questions in his mind. Where was he, really? Was he dreaming? Dead? Hallucinating? For some reason, the confusion was frustrating him more than he figured it should. The unending questions made his gut clench and his heart fill with unease.
And if he was here … Wherever here was … where were Genesis and Sephiroth? Zack? HIs mother?
“If … If what you’re saying is true,” Angeal attempted to ground himself, pinching the space between his eyes as he felt the rising tension headache coming on, “And I’m in another world, what about my friends? Everyone I know?”
The question was more to himself of course, but … What if his friends were here as well? Were they alright? Likely yes, Genesis and Sephiroth were more than capable of taking care of themselves for the most part but, were they lost and confused as well? And Zack, too young and trusting, if he was around, how much trouble had he gotten himself into?
“Have you seen anyone like me?” Angeal asked the ninja suddenly, the question falling before he could stop himself, “With an outfit like this, or a big sword? Maybe a long red coat, or a long black one?”
Post by Keimusho Onishi on Mar 13, 2020 18:45:41 GMT -6
"It's possible, but I wouldn't bet on it," the ninja responded. It was only understandable that he'd wish to know if those he were acquainted with were transported here as well. "Though even if you manage to encounter someone you knew, chances are they are not the same as you last met them... To elaborate that individual could come from a different point in time as you. In my case I recently met someone from the same world as I, except that they come from a further point in time. However, I wasn't fortunate enough to meet someone I knew personally." The thought of losing his homeland as soon at it was reclaim greatly irked the ninja despite the fact that he mostly accepted this reality. To complicate the matter further that individual had also perished in Keimusho's time so was it even fair to compare the two timelines? The ninja did not wish to confuse the individual even further so he omitted that small detail.
The individual would go on to ask Keimusho if he seen anyone like him. The ninja scratched his head as he made an effort the remember such a individual, but alas he has not. "Apologies, but I haven't... Though I won't be the one to say that you won't ever find them. Who knows? There could be a chance that you could. More individuals are being sent here on a near-daily basis." Keimusho realized that the statement could have been overly optimistic,something that the ninja never tries to be. But in actuality he actually did think there was a chance, albeit a slim one, that he could meet someone he was acquainted with.
"I've rambled on this subject for so long that I've neglected to introduce myself. I go by Mu, what name would you like for me to call you?" he asked the individual.
Can't process this other world shit, MOVING ON xDD
To detail how ungrounded Angeal felt would have been impossible. The more the mysterious, yet helpful stranger spoke, the more he felt like his feet were coming off of the ground. Like he was no longer gripped by reality. How did, how could any of this make sense? Attempting to grasp what the man meant felt like grabbing at bubbles -- physically they were there, there could be some truth to it … but they burst, just as soon as he wrapped his fist around them.
That individual could come from a different point in time as you
The Soldier tried to focus on taking the information one logical step at a time. He was in a different world. He’d been brought here, just like the man before him. Not only that, but people were being dropped off in the world left and right, potentially from … the future? Or the past? Angeal closed his eyes and took a deep breath, crossing his arms tightly over his chest as his eyebrows furrowed. However, no matter what he did to attempt to focus on the supposed facts being stated to him, it all slipped away. It was too hard to believe.
The ninja replied that he hadn’t seen anyone like Angeal, and to his credit, the man at least seemed sincere in his words. That little bit of humanity was likely the only thing keeping the dutiful Soldier from simply letting the confusing despair drop the ground from beneath his feet.
Was this man telling the truth? He’d have to verify it with others, but … the map felt real, at the very least, and it wasn’t like there was an entire city hidden that he’d never known about. Besides, for a city to be this technologically far along, it would have to be connected to ShinRa.
The white haired man introduced himself politely. Mu, it was an interesting name. That sense of normalcy pulled Angeal from his further cynical thoughts, helping him to find something stable to focus on. Introductions. Anything other than this … other world talk.
The Soldier cleared his throat, “I’m Angeal. Sorry, I didn’t mean to bombard you with so many questions.” He held his tongue from stating just how wild and unbelievable the entire story was, of course. Instead, he let the previous part of their conversation replay in his head.
Angeal glanced about the street. Strangers met his gaze for only a moment before looking away, going about their business, bathed in the neon lights and mutters covered up by the sounds of the night. He looked back to Mu, lowering his voice, “You said there’s a lot of crime here at night. Anything we should be concerned about?”
Post by Keimusho Onishi on May 2, 2020 21:13:48 GMT -6
"It is a pleasure Angeal," Keimusho responds. "Fret not, tis' is only natural to have questions when you are suddenly brought to a place unfamiliar to you. I personally regret not asking more questions when I first was brought here." Keimusho still had question pertaining to this world alongside a curiosity of the world of the other individuals brought here.
Angeal would then inquire about the crime in this city. Keimusho responds, "Well I wouldn't be able to point out anything specific. From what I heard the city is riddled gang wars and black markets. That is of course alongside the expected robbery and assault. The reason it's like this is because the guard have their attention focused on dragons up north, or so I heard. A land in my homeworld had an issue with dragons once before so I have no reason to doubt such a claim." Not to mention that Keimusho did have an encounter with members of a dragon-worshiping cult just a few days ago. He wondered if the two had any sort of correlation.
Still, I wish I could tell you more. However, I've personally only been in this city once before so I wouldn't be able to go into great detail of the extent of the crime in this city," the ninja responded.
The Anima weapon manifested itself next to Keimusho's head once again. "Perhaps it would be better if you showed him," the oni-esque creature suggested to Keimusho. Annoyed that the Anima randomly decided to show itself once more, the ninja sighed. "I pray that you don't mind them," he says to Angeal. "Interruptions aside, that is a fair point. My limited knowledge of this city would not suffice. It would perhaps be more fruitful to tour the city for the time being. Besides I trust that lingering around the vicinity of this dumpster would not be ideal for you?"
Angeal is really startled. By everything right now LMAO
Well, on the upside, at least Mu hadn’t been terribly bothered by the amount of questions he’d suddenly launched off. The ninja had been nothing but calm, patient, and helpful to Angeal from the very moment he’d spotted him, and for that, the Soldier would be forever grateful. It would have been just as easy for the man to keep walking and ignore him, just as many of the other souls on the street had while the two conversed.
Wherever he was, there was at least one kind soul. That was reassuring enough to still his fast beating heart.
Mu went on to explain what he knew about the crime in the city they were in. It didn’t sound like anything they would need to immediately worry about, which had been Angeal’s concern. In fact, it sounded eerily familiar to Midgar’s type of crime, aside from the military being preoccupied with dragons. The Soldier took a moment to process that that’s what the ninja had indeed said. Dragons. Well, that was something they certainly didn’t commonly have issues with … The only dragons Angeal was aware of lived in the mountains, near in the middle of nowhere. Once in a blue moon a few Soldiers would be dispatched to handle one.
The ninja explained that he couldn’t really tell him much more and Angeal shook his head in response, giving a quiet, muttered, “No, that’s fine.” The Soldier readjusted the sword on his back, to give his hands something to do rather than itch due to inaction. A nervous habit, maybe.
However, as Angeal was forming the next question he could think of, something happened next to Mu. Or, on him? A creature had suddenly appeared next to the ninja’s head -- demonic in appearance, it opened its mouth and spoke, rather directly at that. Angeal felt his jaw loosen in temporary shock, but clicked it back in place as Mu asked him not to mind the intrusion.
Okay. Alright. They were just going to ignore the floating, demon thing that appeared out of nowhere and talked to Mu. He was fine with that. This definitely wouldn’t be difficult.
“N-no, I don’t need to stay around this dumpster,” Angeal stuttered, forcing his eyes off of the ninja and his companion, “You’re right, we should go. It’ll at least help me get my bearings.”
Hewley put boots to stone, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked a few paces in silence, his jaw locked in a concerned confusion. As if he didn’t have enough questions swirling in his head, more seemed to jump on the pile with each passing moment.
“Sorry,” he sighed, turning his head to look at Mu before they’d gotten too terribly far from their starting point, “What appeared on your shoulder out of nowhere and started talking? That’s --- That’s not something that happens where I come from.”
Post by Keimusho Onishi on May 25, 2020 15:03:09 GMT -6
Keimusho realized that it was a tad bit unreasonable to expect Angeal to ignore the Anima, It did have an appearance that was extremely difficult to ignore. Keimusho didn't find too much of an issue with this so he responds to the question by saying, "They're just a companion of mine. Their appearance can be rather intimidating for most so I'd prefer if they would not appear on a whim. Despite how he appears he quite literally cannot touch you or anyone for that matter. He couldn't harm a fly." Well that last part wasn't entirely true, the Anima weapon couldn't harm anyone as long as Keimusho wasn't swinging it. Keimusho omitted the part of it being an artificial soul inside of a weapon. He did not want to complicate matters for Angeal further. That was not to mention that Keimusho didn't have a complete understanding as to how it exactly worked and it wasn't like he could ask because the creator of the weapon was in his world.
The pair walked throughout the city blocks of Sonora, only seeing a handful of the city's guard along the way. Their walk gradually saw the appearance of less and less individuals going about their day. Eventually there were no people to be seen. The two made way to a seemingly abandoned park. That or at least it had no since of management as indicated by the absurd amounts of litter. The surrounding area was rather quiet, perhaps too quiet for the liking of the average individual. The silence soon breaks with an abrupt and thundering cry. "No, please!" were the contents of the bawling of what could be inferred to come from a female voice.
"I trust that I need not ask whether or not you heard that." Keimusho states. Keimusho tiptoes towards the sound, ensuring that he would not be detected. He peers behind a tree to witness two individuals: A bulky man wielding a musket in his left hand and a blond-haired woman.The former cornered the latter behind another tree. Keimusho signals Angeal to follow suit.
