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Post by Vincent Valentine on May 2, 2024 16:10:19 GMT -6
~Introduction post~
Sixty years spent on Gaia, half of which had been spent dealing with the avatar of destruction; the Chaos that lurked inside of him. He spent the other half of that time trying to make amends for the horrors he allowed to slip into this world. It seemed as much as he tried, he would never be free of it. So long as that unbeating heart held the Protomateria. He fought, yes, but the battles weren’t difficult. Without knowledge that he even wielded the Primal Materia, he was able to maintain that calculating psyche of his.
Created by Gaia as one of the first three Materia spheres, that Materia assured that Vincent remained in control of Chaos. When Gaia grew too corrupt or tainted; when the world was beyond redemption, Chaos was beckoned forth from a realm that lingered between realms. A place known only as the Edge of Madness.
A barren, violent realm known as the Edge of Madness was ruled by that of Darkness Manifest, an opposing counterpart to the Gaia’s protectors. Even in war eternal, both sides had their champions. Warriors of light blessed by the Goddess, and a singular agent of destruction had always engaged in war with Order; what one would refer to as ‘life’ and ‘holy’’ Any name you could throw at something most people would only ever perceive as a concept that was debated upon.
While a divine war played out, it became clear that Chaos served a function to the universe. A balancing act to save the populace of the world rather than the planet itself. Chaos was meant to destroy the world when Omega woke.Ensuring the Lifrestream held the collective sum of that planet.
It took ages to do so. Only chance was behind Vincent’s father stumbling across the Crystalline Cave. A type of Mako coalescing and being warped with Chaotic bioplasm. Attuning itself with the planet’s lifestream before it’s energy acted like a selective virus. Seeking out impurities and destroying them from within.
Leave it to Hojo to break a Cetra prophecy. Chaos was a beast born from human phenomenon. It was in their nature to consume. In so doing, moving the planet closer to it’s demise. Requiring ‘The world’s fear’ with that of unfathomable despair. In any form. When those two criteria were met, the altered mako born from Chaos’ bioplasm would present itself much like an Arbiter of Fate would - more like a demon or wraith than anything physical. Making their way past the small gap between realities until it crossed through the Edge of Despair. From a realm of aetheric nature to the physical world.
When Vincent was shot so long ago, coincidence became providence. Tortuous experiments done on the body of the former TURK became the reason he was alive to that day. Endowing every physical trait of the man with that bioplasm, the act would make Vincent stronger than any man. Strong enough that when introduced to Chaos, his body wasn’t torn asunder from the destroyer's power - one of only two able to contain Chaos’ within, across any reality.
The machinations of Shinra, and even the one he loved betraying him; everything he had given up in his trauma. All his failures. And with Jenova’s presence growing more terrible with the birth of her son, the world was deemed tainted and the constant guilt that bore down on his shoulders created an anomaly to this cycle, as Chaos was drawn from the minute gap between the physical and ethereal - The divine path between the beatified realm it came from and the domain of man. The instrument of destruction was emitting more and more of its energy as it sought a host.
Neither Vincent nor Chaos had any say in the matter. Hojo had made him that.. thing when he introduced the Chaos altered mako into Vincent’s system, causing him to stir. Lucrecia, however, pushed it even further. Had he not been so blinded by love at the time, he would have seen Lucrecia for what she really was. She wanted to play pretend. Toyed with his heart and abandoned him over some misplaced disdain over the fact that she worked with his father. At least, it was something he assumed.
When he awoke, he did so alone. Or as alone as one could be when they were merging psyches with a being as divine as the Weapons itself. To combat Chaos from emerging too early, Gaia crafted the Protomateria in so the host body could retain control of the ruinous predator. The world itself keeping the host ignorant to Chaos’ function for as long as possible. If one didn’t know they purpose, how would they fulfill it?
In Vincent, he found the manifestation of despair; of sorrow. Shrouded behind a stoic facade. He had accepted his fate long ago. Only he needed to shoulder his burdens, but Vincent - forever a man of action - would take it upon himself to ensure his brothers and sisters-in arms did not share in his pain; suffer as he did. Even if it meant death. There was no deathwish. Rather, he knew his new strength.
He had lost too much to see he people he cared for hurt. That was why when he acted, he did so with absolute conviction and often, without thinking of his own personal safety. He leapt after Shelke into Nero’s void without hesitation, Ignorant to the power of Nero’s void. He had stepped between threats and Yuffie to make sure he would take the brunt of that damage. A step further and the Squire of Omega had literally been shot four times for Cloud. Had it not been for Chaos, Vincent would have died in the very mansion they experimented on him in.
Not that he would ever share such stories. Vincent, of course, spoke little of his past. He hadn’t simply lost his loved ones. He had failed them entirely. A pain that struck more keenly than any sword.
The very same guilt fueled that territorial nature now acting as… security to those who couldn’t protect themselves. After all, he had taken on the traits of his others. Even Galian beast. The need to protect those he deemed as being close forever present. Cloud had asked him once why he had been so cold. Vincent’s response was birthed from ignorance - an inability to show emotions lest he risk Chaos’ gaining some ground in their internal battle. Truthfully, he did care, to be sure, but he had no need for long winded conversations. Only, a few still got to see that side of him in private. Nanaki, who, like him, was nearly ageless. The notion that they wouldn’t be alone when the world stopped was comforting, in some sad, tragic way.
After working with the WRO in a limited capacity following Sephiroth’s attempts at destroying the world a second time. He couldn’t pull the triggger on the song of Lucrecia then. And even if it had been Sephiroth reborn, history would repeat and the man simple would not fire the shot.
Post by Vincent Valentine on May 4, 2024 11:54:36 GMT -6
~Scene Start~
The last thing he recalled was Shelke falling and being caught in his embrace. Wings wrapping around them both as that devil fell from the skies. Shelke was shielded, Vincent took the full brunt of the impact. When vision focused only to blur again. A process readily repeated until he felt the sensation of floating. That disease ridden swamp was not going to make him sick due to his biology.
He awoke to the feel of Chaos trying to feed off another world’s energy, only to fail as violet orbs fled from him again. The strength of Chaos waned ever so slightly.Enough that assuming the form of Chaos was almost impossible. He would have to rely on weaker abilities gifted by C-Bioplasm. It was rare for him to assume the form of Chaos, anyway. Doing so was taxing, and now, beyond his reach. For now.
Moisture soaking his hair and his sides. The cruel satan felt like it was speaking directly into what was left of his soul, Words were echoed in his head, with every syllable growing more demonic. Such a short sentence was enough to scare most, but not him. He knew what it was as it spoke. “You can never be free of me.”
Finally, he stood. Knee deep in the waters with grieves sinking into the mud. The dense fog was seen when he began to stand up. Pushing down on the mud with that metal gauntlet. Both his hair and a Spec Ops ShinRa issued BDU calmost clung to his form. His frame was defined, amazingly so - another perk of being that.. thing only to the point where agility was something sought after more than strength. Both were with merit, however.
Finding the roots of a nearby tree, he used them at a foothold. Launching off the ground with relative ease. Catching a low branch and using that momentum to carry him well above that thick branch. When he came back down, he landed in a crouch. Taking his rather iconic pose while observing what he could. Those Scorched orange eyes seemed to illuminate the fog in a lava-like hue ever so slightly. Like looking into the heart of a black volcano, or the event horizon of a black hole. They were as gorgeous as they were frightening.
In that moment, it was not awakening beneath a foreign sky, weakened that caused any distress. Chaos was powerful enough to provide Vincent enough dark bioplasm to assume his other forms and maintain the powers he harbored in that physical form. No, it was those flames in the distance that hardly broke through the fog. Malakaj.
His clothing was still dripping with water, but didn’t retain any of it. The fabric had a runoff treatment for moisture. His cloak would flutter as though it were alive and disgusted by being so dirty. The rest of his clothing would need to be cleaned.
What alerted him was the impossibly thin silhouette. As far as he knew, he still held the highest accuracy rating within the ranks of Shinra. Experiments only made that vision of his to make out shapes in near darkness. With Cerberus pulled from holster, along with metallic clanks heard as his left, armored gauntlet pulled the stock, scope and barrel of the Hydra rifle from it’s place in a unique compartment on the back of his belt.
They didn’t even seem to notice the creaking sounds of bones growing closer. A small regiment ready to take out that village. With the Revolver frame attachments placed where the Hydra parts once were: behind of him. They were too close to innocents to risk wasting more time on aiming properly.
A crack was heard. One loud enough to be mistaken for lightning that struck only a few feet from where you stood. The kick of the weapon from the recoil would cause it to swing upwards in the hands of even the strongest of men. It barely moved. After the trigger was pulled, a high pitched release of trapped pressure escaped the barrel alongside the AP round. The large round was ejected from the rifle. Thankfully, there was only a quiet sound of metal against metal as the break along the barrel was open and it’s rounds exposed.
The spent AP round moved slower than most rounds due to it’s size, accounting for the noise. It broke Mach 1, but only by so much. Sounding akin to when a child swung a plastic baseball bat hard enough that it displaced the air. The caliber of that sniper rifle had a unique cry. The fear of that noise, for any who heard it, was enough. Only for it to strike the ground only inches in front of the first wave of skeletons. A hollow thump heard as the AP round made it past a few feet of marshlands. One of the three heads on the Cerberus relief was illuminated red, but it began to dull as he slipped another round into the Hydra. This time, it was a simple green shell. What most would know as an impact grenade if they seen it thrown. Whatever it hit, the moment it hit, an impact grenade exploded with the ferocity of a standard grenade.
He looked up from the explosive frag grenade just in time to see the AP Round explode as the undead passed over it. Taking five of them out with a single shot. The AP round worked perfectly. Burrowing beneath the sand only for the synthetic use of that materia to alter the round. Unlike his team, any elemental magic he used was from those devices. Able to augment any bullet with one of three effects. The glowing red eye of the chain proved it was fire and that it seemed like it made the round a combustible that was capable of exploding like a thermal grenade - napalm in a bullet.. A little trick to kill even in the fog when visibility was shit. Something only assassins really used. Even if a variant of it since he was using a gun rather than some makeshift explosive.
In the midst of He spoke softly, to himself. “.. Be silent.” In a few moments, the flames illuminated bright enough to reveal silhouettes even in the fog. When one crossed in front of the flames from the first shot - as it was impossible to see the origin of said shot - an exhale. Steadying himself. Another shot fired. The body of that undead thing fell with it’s head exploding and sending ivory shrapnel in every direction.
It became a waiting game, but there were dozens of those skeletons. He took his shot when he could. but some had already made it into the vilage. Out of his line of sight