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Post by Shelke The Transparent on May 10, 2024 8:46:04 GMT -6
The people of Sonora, for the majority despised outworlders. For the entire time she had been here she only received dirty looks. Even the ones that hired her to do jobs made it clear they only did so to use her abilities as a weapon. Shelke was unsure how to feel about it. Perhaps she should have felt more angry, more sad, more offended... Something. But it was hard for her to express and process her emotions most of the time. From the way she saw things she was just completing an objective, trying to move forward. Find a solution to her problems, find Vincent. Find someone she was familiar with.
Well, there were some she didn't want to run into, and hoped wearnt even here-but she would cross that bridge if she got to it, though an absent minded rubbing if her neck reminded her of her last encounter with one of her old 'teammates' a wound that had long since healed, physically at least but persisted mentally even now.
She did not want to encounter Nero, she didn't want to encounter any of them. She'd sooner wish to hear they kept the fate they held in her own world. She looked up to blaring light filled sky, pondering to herself. If that were to be the case she would be the last Tsviet still walking. Perhaps not for much longer if she couldn't solve her issue but... She was for now. It was strange, she used her real name more these days, but she still took some pride in that title. Perhaps it was simply because it was part of who she was in the end. She was Shelke Rui, Shelke The Transparent, a Tsviet.
She knew also that this place, to her had the same feeling as Deepground. Selfish people caring only for themselves, people who used you... Controlled you. She knew that to most of the people here she was no better than the monsters or people she was sent after. She remembered spying on one before picking up her payment.
"And if they take each other out all the better! One less stay on this place"
It was this kind of situation that she knew she should have a stronger reaction to. Would Yuffie slap her here as well? No... Those situations were different enough she'd probably just be called one of her... Odd quips.
The only exceptions she had found in this town were Lunafreya, the woman who had lost her memories, and Lorenzo-the butler working for a woman she hasn't yet met. Her current employers, the people she was helping as a focus. Perhaps Lorenzo's boss was also a good person, but she could not say yet. Perhaps her definition of a good person wasn't the right on to begin with, who knew? She did know there company was nice, and that was enough for her, she liked having company like that.
Rain continued to fall around her. She saw other people go back into there homes, right, for most people it was a bother wasn't it? She found the drip nice. Sometimes she liked to try and count the drops she heard make impact. Perhaps a silly pass time, but it was enjoyable for her.
Right now both her new employers were resting, but she needed to go for a walk. Rain was nicer than most people thought, though maybe it just didn't affect her the way it did other people.
Drip, drip, drip.
She took a seat on a nearby bench, the rainfall having long sense flattened her head hair onto her neck. She stared up to the sky, even now, even with all this rain the lights penetrated through it all.
"A pure sky is .. a much better view"
She just needed to sort out her thoughts, and her goals. Perhaps someone would come along... Or perhaps they woudnt. Ether way.... She just needed to figure everything out. Figure it out before the last drop came.
He had already spent so much of that immortal life as an onlooker. From the moment he arrived on that world, he made himself busy trying to understand it. If there was escape from it’s clutches. When the initial hope of using that beast within to restore their worlds had faded, Instead he had begun to wander the world.
He could remember the last moment he had on his world. Of the clarity of mind that Shelke offered. Even now, the strength of that protomateria was failing him. Leaving him exposed to Chaos’ rage, but without the planet screaming out the need for that ultimate solution, it was becoming far more manageable. It stirred to protect its host and little more at the moment, other than affording him the power of the Galian Beast within. As it had long ago.
He was coming to terms with the world around him. At long last. As he told the WRO long before, he was done with whatever battles landed on his doorstep. Finished with anything that didn’t involve him directly. He had never joined AVALANCHE. He had come along with the group for a single reason: To see the end of what he had perceived as one of his greatest sins. Nobody told you how hard it was to pull the trigger on the son of the woman you once loved. That was a reason he was in Midgard as Cloud took care of Sephiroth.
He stopped beneath the droplets of rain. Raising his head to the sky. Closing his eyes and allowing the cold droplets of rain to drip down his face. Even his cloak seemed to still. Like it was in the epicenter of some hurricane. It was one of the few times his cloak didn’t ebb and flow of it’s own accord. Almost like he was allowing the waters to wash away his sins for the moment. Just a moment before those burning, magma-like eyes opened again.
From his distance outside the city, it wasn’t hard to pick up Shelke’s young form, imprisoned in it as he was, but for someone who was so adept at stealth that they had Shelke literally scouring the memories of the dead to find him, it was rather easy to remain out of sight. That was where he lurked: Just outside of where the eye was willing to look. Those places that illogically inspired fear just from approaching. That sense of dread that culminated when the shadow on the wall moved; the red-eyed demon who stared in your window as you slept finally blinked.
It was just as eerie how his steps seemed to make no sound unless he was alerting people to his presence. Of all the people he could have found in that world, it was Shelke. The one person in the world who had made him move on from his past. There was no question she held a special place in his heart. What she risked for him - her entire way of life was gone because she turned against her brothers in the Tsviets. A group he took apart one by one. Even striking terror into the great Nero and Weiss. However, he wasn’t aware that he had won against the lot of them.
It was a shot in the dark approaching her. Not knowing if she was friend or foe, but knowing what she could be, it was well worth the risk.
That cloak of his was pulled free from it’s place of rest on his shoulders. Without being in his possession, it seemed to grow devoid of life. Simply dangling in the air as he unfolded it. Bringing it softly to rest upon her shoulders. Before she could react and throw it off, he was already slipping past her to reveal himself. Circling around her before kneeling. Making sure the straps of the cloak were in place before that gauntlet-clad hand and his free, leather covered fingers softly draped it over her small form. It was more like some large blanket on her. Protecting her from the rain while leaving him exposed to the weather himself. It wasn’t that the rain bothered him, anyway. Every moment passed only matting more of his hair to his face. Least the ShinRa uniform was water-resistant. He wasn’t worried about the slight ringing made by the impact of rain upon the various metals he wore. It wasn’t like they were going to rust.
A moment was taken before anything was said. Eyes cast down in that short period before they elevated back to that face of hers. It was almost like the first thing he said was an intent to take another sin on his shoulders, revealing his first thought since arriving in that world, “... When you gave me the power to control Chaos, did I catch you?”
Of course, that first worry of his was if he had caught her when Chaos was trying to purge OMEGA. That moment she delivered that protomateria into his chest. The only reason he wasn’t devoid of his history was he hadn’t truly killed Hojo. His great failure. He hoped that the bastard made it into this world, but his focus was entirely on that girl in front of him. Noting the dull of color in her eyes and what that could have meant.
Post by Shelke The Transparent on Jun 3, 2024 9:25:31 GMT -6
It was hard for Shelke to express how she felt, both inside and out. That was just how she was, a result of her many years in DEEPGROUND. But if she were to try and express to someone how she felt upon seeing the man before her?
It would be ‘happy’
Indeed, it might not come off that way to any observer, but she was. For that man was the man she had wanted to find since coming here, at the least before her Mako ran out. There was a relief through her body as she sighed, looking up towards the rainy sky, the slightest hints of a smile on her face as she gave a chuckle that came off as more of an echo. She wasn't so good at laughing either, clearly. It was ironic, that so many things were on her mind, yet she was so bad at expressing them. Yet the first thing on his mind? Was a question, for her. Among the many things that could be asked he wanted to know “Did I catch you”
So naturally, rather than give her answer at first, the man would instead receive a scolding. Well, what a scolding could be called from Shelke, anyway, the tone certainly didn't come across that way.
”If you know how this place is, Vincent Valentine, you know that it's a risk to approach me so casually, it is difficult to believe you would not do your research on the matter. What if I still considered myself apart of DEEPGROUND, what if this was a trap to ensnare you? In an area like this? It's perfect for an ambush”
Another off key laugh, and she shook her head.
”But then, you woudnt be able to see me if I was out to get you, it would be far more effective to use stealth than something like this, moreover… I wouldn't know to, I suppose”
But then, Nero or Weiss could have made such a trap, but they were far… different in such methods.
She then looked to Vincent himself, finally opening her mouth to answer his question.
”You should stop trying to bring more sins upon yourself, you caught me, and I kept going after. All was well-the world kept going”
She then pushed herself up off the bench she was on, turning to face him once more.
”How long have you been here? This world, I mean. You should note to, this city in particularly isn't fond of people not from this world, they look at them with great disdain”
Dull eyes, but not fully so, she still had some with her after all. But how long would that last? In any case it was not a matter she wished to bother Vincent with as soon as she saw him again.
Those eyes were cast down. Though there was some joy taken from the sound of her laugh. Remaining all but crouched in front of her as that water began to cascade from raven strands. finding it’s chaotic path down the length of his uniform. The path of least resistance.As a former Deepground SOLDIER, she would have known that outfit in front of her. Predominantly worn by 1st Class SOLDIERs, it was all he could find in the mansion when he came to.
The weather itself seemed to bow to the whims of Vincent’s turmoil. A single bolt of lightning in the distance, accompanied by the roar of thunder that cracked and echoed through the atmosphere. It’s cackling rumbles sounded as she gave what was the most polite scolding he probably had ever heard. Perhaps she witnessed that fleeting moment when it became clear who he really was again.
For someone so old, even something as minor as rain became beautiful, made all the more magnificent as the sky danced in arrays of colors, Illuminating both of their bodies in precious hues of purples, red, yellow and blue. Each of those beautiful bolts of energy cast her tiny shadow on his larger form. A simple gaze at his shadow revealed the outline of the fiend within. Given shape to something else than Vincent. A winged figure that Shelke would know very well. He had been cursed since the day Chaos bonded with him. As the carrier of the Chaos gene, the horrific shade was always present. Mirroring the actions of Vincent as any true shadow would.
It couldn’t even be called a ruse. One couldn’t explain the massive wings of Chaos away as being just his cloak.
That head of his was slow to cant to the side and lift. Eyes locking upon her face. As before, those baleful winds and lightning showed him for what he was. What seemed like two gems plucked from the bowels of hell itself now grew feral gold. Absorbing and reflecting more light than his normal orange hues. Even his pupils became slits. Akin to a feline.
Every thought he harbored was facaded behind a vestige of his remaining humanity. When that failed, there was always stoicism. It was no different when Cloud asked him if he even cared about saving the planet. His was qiuick to inform him how it was just the way he was.
He longed to fade away after atoning for his sins, but his code prevented him from allowing innocent people to die. He met Cloud. Yuffie, Cid, Nanaki. Each of them pulling him out of this shell in their own ways. Or, rather, tried to, but he was a man of focus. He had not stopped Sephiroth and put the world at risk because of his inaction.
He was doing exactly what he said he was going to do when they met him: Atone for that final sin, only for new ones to be birthed in the quiet tomb that once held his heart. Though words were never spoken, his deeds screamed louder than any shout: He seen Cloud falling down the same path he had, and would never allow it to happen. Cid was a man he could speak about the cycle of years and how everything changed. He played Yuffie’s youthful games,
Almost all of his deeds was either to protect Cloud or his companions.
Shelke’s attempt to break his mind early on had fallen short to the point of doing the opposite. Revealing how terrible Lucrecia had been to him. Fuck, she got pregnant by Profressor Hojo - the only man that would always illict reaction - to make him jealous and say he loved her. A moment that shattered him as he placed his own happiness aside for her. Ensuring she wanted her son, Sephiroth, to be born. He had even been shot by Hojo trying to protecct her. His reward? Immortality, guilt and being the embodiment of the end of worlds.
That woman trapped in the body of a girl had saved him when he had always acted as the savior. It was not something she would hear verbalized, but ensuring her safety became a core motivation when he tore through the Tsviets. Collecting that data left behind by both his father and Hojo, he had come to understand the nature of the Tsviets all the more.
She was created to hunt him. That, in itself, was a sin. One that fell upon him. As long as the Protomateria and Chaos Gene remained inside of him, he was a threat. One that forced them to do horrific deeds to their own soldiers. To her.
Had he not done enough? Hadn’t he played a hand in the destiny of one planet already? He wanted nothing to do with the fate of that world. The sin of not stopping Sephiroth or Hojo now beyond his reach. Potentially forever. The failing of Lucrecia. More than he admitted to himself.
Even when the world had cast him as the pariah, He still carried his own code of conduct. His face said everything when those eyes remained locked on her own. He could barely afford himself the most basic of emotions - like delight - for a moment. Anything that fiend could feed off of to manifest.
That bareness of spirit, to wear life within and to be his own soul’s sepulcher had taken such a toll on him over the years.
“You know what would happen if it had been a trap. You’ve seen what I’ve done first-hand. Hm. I seem to recall you needing a full legion to flush me out of Kalm. There is no fear left in me. It is my fatallity to live. To see all I care for grow old and die. When this world comes to an end, I will still be here."
Alone.That was the tragedy of it all. Nanaki was he first to point out that Nanaki and Vincent would live longer than their comrades-in-arms. At the time, Nanaki assumed he simply aged slower than man. Not that he was everlasting.
His gauntlet-clad hand reached forward, rising to help her off that branch. That cold metal could rip a man apart, but he had such practice that those pointed tips over his fingers was barely felt.
“You’re deprived of Mako. The materia that came with us isn’t helping, is it? They never told you. Do you know why Tsviets are different than normal SOLDIERs? Why they harbor supernatural abilities?”
He mentioned nothing of her comment about taking on more sins.Such a comment was akin to telling him not to breathe. He stood at his full height again, offering his leather gloved hand, palm up. He knew someone had to pay for man’s ignorance and abuse of the planets they were given, along with all precious gifts. It was his burden to bare. After all, Chaos was an eternal entity, but he was not some broken, ‘woe is me’ immortal. He had just grown so jaded from fighting for so long. Even then, if something had to be dealt with, he did it without hesitation.
Likewise,he knew the prison of being trapped in your own body. He didn’t talk down to her like she was a child. He treated her as her actual age. She had saved him from himself. How could he not could not see her for what she really was?
“I am a necessary function. I won’t hide frow that duty. And I don't require the affection of the denizens within this city. I’m used to being the outcast. And this city has something I need. Our priority is you, first. I need to you to take me to the inn, first. We’ll find a solution.”
Post by Shelke The Transparent on Jul 28, 2024 19:03:52 GMT -6
Indeed she had seen what he could do, both in combat and outside of it. She had seen the man’s abilities first hand. He had after all gotten past her and the others, despite what had been thrown at him. It was as he said, his fair to be eternal. A fate they shared-if she still had access to her Mako anyway. Still she had no intention of revealing that but yet. Not the effect it had already had upon her. ”As will I, never changing… always the same, in the mirror… every day”
But even despite that she still knew that loneliness well, she was more than familiar with it. Even as part of DEEPGROUND she never really had anyone, not really. She was just a weapon to be used, to be pointed at what needed to be dealt with. It wasn’t until Vincent and her sister got her out of all that that she met Vincent’s friends and was able to see again what it was like., until she was brought here anyway.
Though… it seemed that despite her wanting to hide her condition, at least for their reunion such a want was not meant to be. He did notice, of course he did. With a sigh she took the man’s offered hand to pull her up from the beach, looking off to the side as the rain continued it's constant fall, she crossed her arms across her chest, remaining silent a moment as she didn't really want to say it aloud. But eventually she would, it couldn't be avoided forever.
”I am, yes…. Quite deprived, actually… It's a problem that's only getting worse. I came here with a supply but… Makos not in this world like it is ours. I only have what I brought with me, or what I might get off other people from our world if they came…. It's… not that it's not working, it's that I'm beginning to run really low on what I have left, I'm having to ration it just to get by. Hence…. The way I am now”
Her eyes, of course, her abilities some.. but thankfully not to a degree to hamper her… yet.
”Of course I know Vincent… I'm not ignorant. It has been the majority of my life to be a Tsviet, there experiments… everything, they took from me the ability to grow, my life… freedom… even the ability to sustain myself like a normal human. Once I run out of Mako….”
She trailed off, not really wanting to voice that thought-aloud or in her mind. It was thanks to her interactions with Vincent and the others that she had grown to care about living again. She couldn't express it, but she did feel it inside-facing that truth was difficult for her after all that. It hurt.
I'm ways it made her wish she had not gotten that will once more, but then she wouldn't have experienced what she had so far if she hadn't. Met the new people she had, she wouldn't have seen Vincent again, all bad things in her eyes. He continued speaking and she listened closely, without interruption as he spoke. She had expected him to not care about people not liking him, but it was a thing to be advised of none the less, for planning if nothing else.
She was the focus? That was an odd feeling. She wasn't entirely sure how that felt to her. Certainly it should feel nice to lost, but then she wasn't most. Her emotions and how she expressed them were largely muted-it was difficult to truly express them well. Still… she was pretty sure Vincent caring about her well being was…. A nice thing. A thing she liked. Yeah she was sure of it.
”Thanks Vincent… I'm not sure, what way that could be, but.. I would like to find something. There's an Inn nearby here, I don't know for sure if they'll opt to serve us, but we'll be able to discuss things there if nothing else, as you wish to- this way”
She motioned with her hand, leading her partner down the street and, soon into the Inn. It wasn't a long way, just a short way down the road. The thing was when they entered it would be just as Shelke said, glares, stares, clear mumbling… Looking to Shelke one would see how used to it she was. It didn't phase her at this point, well it hardly did to begin with-she hadn't much cared what people outside of a small group thought about her for a long time.
The Bartender was just as unwelcoming as the others, but they would be allowed in, a drink to if they pressed it-but Shelke wouldn't she had the person here she cared for and that was enough.
”Right… you want to focus on me, but … what is it you want from this city Vincent? You know I'm not going to just leave you alone on it, even if it's done later”
SPOILER: THIS INCLUDES A SPOILER FOR THE QEEN'S BLOOD MINIGAME!
There were few things that eluded Vincent’s notice. The man literally seen the flow of time in a different manner than even a SOLDIER. As it was revealed in the Geostigma incident, the missiles shot right into the Kalm Inn windows at near point blank range. He was able to keep up with Bahamut SIN like he was a snail. Nevermind taking on all three Spirits of Sephiroth without so much as trying.
Their relationship with the temporal was strained. Though their bodies never again aged, they would eventually fall to the very source of that power that had been unwillingly forced upon the both of them. Chaos would eventually free himself entirely, and she would no longer have the Mako that held her body together.
It only took her starting to diminish for him to notice. There was little doubt he was capable of fantastic and terrible feats that came from the divine genetics within, but when he set his mind to it, he was capable of taking out an entire legion of ShinRa SOLDIERs of any tier. A man of absolute will, and he had made a promise; an affirmation of conviction in his task.
He didn’t offer idle words. Everything he said had intent. Even those enigmatic and cynical claims. It just took someone to look beyond the meaning for words that normally would fall silently upon deaf ears - forgotten as quickly as heard.
He took her hand softly in his own. Not the slightest sting to her flesh as he pulled her to her feet. He had e to admit, the massive cloak she had on - given her body’s age - was precious in its own right. He reached up as they started walking. She looked like a misguided cosplayer from Wutai. That emotion was quick to be swallowed down.
"Hm. Even Weiss knew nothing of it. Your ability to Dive made you his best asset.” He mentioned the Restrictor after all that time. The Restrictor was the real leader of DG. Able to control the other Tsviets though psionic means. Eventually, Weiss and Nero found a newbie cadet of a Tsviet who was able to resist the Restrictor and eventually kill him, dying in the process.
Thanks to all that happened, he knew not to treat her as a simple child. She wasn’t allowed to live as a preteen or woman. His hand reached up, grabbing the buckle on his neck and unclasping it. Say what you would about him being cold of blood, a mantled cloak over black ShinRa leathers was hot.
When she spoke, he hung on her every word. Walking with her towards the city in the process. Minutes passed without a word before stopping at the inn. Dingy place, wasn’t it? A few tables for Queen’s bood players, sticky boothes, things you didn’t know were on the bottom of your shoe. He motioned with his gauntlet-clad hand to one of the QB’s tables, taking a look at each and every person present. Slowly. Ensuring he left lingering eye contact. Almost daring them to try something.
His power may have been derived from the most vile of evils, but it subjugated to the psyche of a man with a profound sense of duty and justice. You didn’t pass out for three decades if you had a clear head.
The soft sound of metal upon metal was heard, emulating spurs as he walked to the bar with a slow, methodical stride. The room immediately shifted from them leering to a palpable fear. His right hand grabbed Cerberus and planted it on the bartop. It was a power move without a single word required. The other men and women at the bat let out a small gasp among whispers. “I suspect my money is as good as anyone’s. Your best wine and two cups. I’m sitting with the girl. You and your patrons are not to pester us.”
As the grip of Cerberus was grasped and again lifted, Vincent began walking towards Shelke. holstering the weapon as the other sat down a moment later. His gauntlet-clad hand pulled out one chair at one of the QB’s tables, opposite of her.
Again, he returned, they were promptly approached by the help. This time bringing with them red wine. Which was his favorite. The vintage he was drinking when Kalm came under attack was dated 60 years. Did Deepground not know the value of good wine!? They deserved to be – Vincent collected himself from the apparently spirits loving Chaos.
He took the bottle of wine down along with two chalices. Never treading her with kids gloves, he poured a drink for both of them. Extending her glass to her and planting the wine bottle at the side of the table as most people would as a chess tournament.
Taking a drink of that wine and opening a utility pouch upon his belt with his other hand; he spoke: “If you were like Sephiroth or Genesis, you would have been infused with Jenova-tainted Mako.” Finally, a large boxed deck of cards was pulled from his belt. The box they were in was black save for a single black rose. The deck was dumped into his waiting hand where he expertly folded them with a single hand. “I made a promise that I would protect you. Nothing will keep me from that. I will save you, but the first part is only a temporary solution.”
Having the memories of Lucrecia, she alone knew how many times he made an actual promise. Almost as often as when a volcano erupted because some final form of some new brand of evil thought using their power on a volcano was smart. They might as well have thrown spears at the moon to kill it before he made promises.
He didn’t respond. Instead, he split the deck and gave her half of it. Looking down at his first hand of cards like he was ignoring her comment about death. Maybe he was trying to avoid it.
He placed his first card in Row 3, line 3. A defensive strategy meant to get as many points as possible to bully the game. It almost seemed like the card vibrated or hummed for a moment when he put it on the table. “Playing magic pot and ending the turn.” As she looked through her cards, if she did, he spoke again. Much more quietly: “I’m not calling you ignorant to the truth, Shelke. Your mind was the only reason Deepground got as far as it did. You alone were able to track me down, but you were born to die because of the genes that run through my veins. I expected the Restrictor to keep such a truth a secret. Chaos Mako is much more rare than Jenova's."
He paused, studying her face, "Hojo may have done the experiments, but it was my power that he used. You are my greatest sin.”
He leaned back when she played her card. As if thinking. “Just as you were the one to show me the path to my salvation. I seen the memories from the Protomateria.” Knowing she literally took on the emotions of who she was copying, he could understand why she was still so stoic. “Taking on Lucrecia’s emotions - I understand why you tried to keep your emotions in check for so long. The fear of death and memories of intense emotions that aren’t even yours.” Vincent truly cared for her and knew how that felt. Gaining his sanity after Chaos went into a rampage. Mental warfare at it's finest.. She saved him from himself. He knew she went to a length never before when she dived into the memories of Lucrecia that no doubt left some lingering mark.
Occasionally glancing at the barkeep for treating Shelke as he did. Not giving a damn as to what was said about him only to look back down at the game. “These cards hold essences from our world. Almost like a prison. And the essence of a creature in the card is released to join the lifestream. There is no lifestream here. Nor Jenova genetics.”
He glanced up at her, grabbing an empty materia orb from when he used it on Gaia befoe planting it over the Cactuar card. From the top, wisps of black, purple and red escaped Vincent’s hand as the Chaos Gene poured it’s bioplasm into the orb from above. “I forfeit the game”
With that said, the trapped essence within the card filled only a portion of it. Not enough to do magic with, but to keep her alive. When I was done, he plucked the orb up and turned his hand, offering it to her with his palm up. A faint green glow emitting from it. “This is nothing like the Materia you are used to. I am not Gaia or OMEGA; I cannot command the Mako any further. It affords you no traits beyond escaping death. Nothing like the lifestream is here. So, I have to improvise It may act like a drug since none of the Tsviets have had the purity of Chaos’ bioplasm. We have to keep an eye out for addiction, but I refuse to stand by anymore. I won't lose you, or anyone, again.”
The orb continued to be held out. “We’ll discuss my purpose when we meet up with the rest of the group. We’re going to Provo.”
