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Post by Oren McGinnis on Sept 1, 2024 23:35:27 GMT -6
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JUST KILLING TIME...
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[attr="class","nikki101"]I BELIEVE THAT NONE OF THIS TRULY MATTERS...
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[attr="class","nikki102"]WELL, THAT'S WHAT I TELL MYSELF ANYWAYS...
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Oren looked down at a couple wanted posters for some classic monster hunts... That was as easy as he expected it to be. Oren had decided to make another trip to Provo after some frustrations back in Torensten. While he was mainly here to look for extra jobs so he could stop thinking about his problems, there was a part of him that wanted to pay Angeal a visit since he apparently lived in the area... Even if he wouldn't openly admit it. He'd also likely run into two faces with far more... Complicated feelings attached to them should he get the nerve to go find Angeal. Oren wasn't sure if he was ready for that yet, though...[break][break]
Oren looked around the streets of Provo. He was trying to formulate some sort of strategies for dealing with the monsters so the other thoughts would leave him be for the time being... It really wasn't working. After a reunion with a certain spiky haired blonde, Oren now felt like... He himself had been forgetting something... Or... Someone...? It was something that especially began to bother him when Cloud couldn't remember who he was. Sure, they might not have been besties like him and Zack were, but Oren had still been someone he KNEW... Considering his own mind got a little scrambled up following his 'official' bath in Mako, it made him wonder if his own memories were not all there either... When he tried to force himself to think of a past he desperately wanted to forget, it was as if that bath of mako clouded the details of certain events... Or warped them...[break][break]
Oren had a friend growing up in the Sector 5 slums... The abandoned church... He spent a lot of time there too... Was it with that friend...? He remembered that much... Who... Who was she again, though? It was on the tip of his... Brain? He could almost make out her visage through that blinding light of Mako that shrouded clearer memories of her... Oren wasn't always alone in that abandoned church, though... He knew that for certain. Oren was feeling a little concerned for the first time in awhile. If this was something he was having issues remembering... Were there other memories in his mind that weren't fully correct? Was he overthinking it? Angeal remembered him and Oren's memories of him didn't seem distorted in any way... Ugh. Oren was giving himself another headache trying to think this over. However, a short distance away, he suddenly noticed a woman who did not seem to 'fit in' here... Someone who... Looked... Familiar...[break][break]
Oren's eyes widened. It was as if he suddenly emerged from that metaphorical sea of Mako that blinded him from certain memories of his past. It was all coming back to him... He just froze in place staring at the woman. Was that... Was that actually her? Maybe his mind was just playing tricks on him... No... He should just... He had work to do now... Yet... Move he did not. He seemed to be petrified in place. It was likely a little concerning to others just passing back.[break][break]
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Ever since coming to Provo, she had found it easy to adjust, if "easy" meant finding herself back in her familiar patterns, peddling flowers, but not making much off of them. Aerith was grateful she had made friends with the innkeeper, because what money she was bringing in wasn't nearly enough to cover a room! But selling flowers on the cobblestone street was what she wanted to do, and she wouldn't give up. Getting a second chance... She'd have to take it. For the ones that didn't have a second chance. For the one who pushed her to do this in the first place.[break][break]
Among her traditional white lilies were mixed local flora that she picked from the fields in the outskirts of town. Her next mission would be to find a suitable place to start a garden, but for now this would do. Aerith smiled as she would hold different blooms out for passersby. "Here, would you like this white lily? No? What about a sunset daisy? I've never seen one like this before!" Many would scoff, or ignore her. She even had a conversation where someone challenged her reasoning for selling a flower they could get for free. Maybe they just didn't get it. Aerith dropped the flower into her basket with a slight huff. "It's not about the money..."[break][break]
When it seemed like this spot was not working out, Aerith spun on her heel to wander away to another section of the town, when she heard a faint whisper of ... her name? Turning again, her brunette plait flopping from shoulder to shoulder, she searched for the source. Who would recognize her out here? Only a handful of people cared to know her by name, and it didn't sound like any of them...[break][break]
"Ah... Oren?" she blinked, a smile forming. "Oren... Is that you?" Both of them had grown up in Sector 5, but she admittedly had not seen him in... well, a very long time. She bounced over to him, smiling brighter, hoping to ease the confusion on his face. "Fancy seeing you here. Did all of Midgar get whisked away?" Aerith held out the sunset-orange bloom that she had previously tried peddling, and giggled. "I think this was meant for you."
Post by Oren McGinnis on Sept 23, 2024 0:59:03 GMT -6
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[attr="class","nikki102"]WELL, THAT'S WHAT I TELL MYSELF ANYWAYS...
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Of course, when he almost brokenly uttered that name, he heard the woman in the distance start calling out and approaching him. It really was her... Gainsborough. Oren almost instinctively wanted to just turn away or walk away or... Anything. He felt like a damned statue...! She was one of the last people he wanted to see here... Not because she had wronged him in years past or because he disliked her... It was quite the opposite... No, it was because he didn't want her to see him as he now was... A monster struggling to find some meager purpose in this seemingly pointless second existence... His own mind swirled with memories of her that were suddenly flooding back in and it was giving him a headache...[break][break]
When Oren was around 7, she abruptly appeared one day as if by magic. The story was that Elmyra Gainsborough had taken in the daughter of some supposed relative. Oren was too young at the time to really know there was FAR more to that story so that's all there was to it for him. Regardless, Oren ended up running into her one day and they wound up becoming... Friends? Oren was pretty sure they had been friends. The time they spent together were some of the only times he had actually been somewhat happy growing up... Then he ran away to go play SOLDIER like everyone wanted to...[break][break]
Eventually, there she was standing in front of him... They had both been around the same age and it looked like that remained the case here. Unlike him, Aerith still seemed just as he remembered her... Like the sun itself. In that moment, Oren finally seemed to snap out of the daze that overcame him through that flood of information. He silently just gazed at her, those eerie glowing eyes a clear sign of that he had indeed succeeded in being warped into a SOLDIER... They were eyes that screamed pain in contrast to his stoic face. Eventually, he would speak.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... Hi, Aerith... It's... The one and only... You have no idea how far that 'whisking' really goes..."
Smooth. Very smooth... Oren slowly reached over and took the bloom that Aerith offered him. He didn't even know what to say to her... It had been awhile since he found himself stumbling like this. Oren sheepishly glanced down at the flower and twirled it around in his fingers.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... Meant for me, huh? Pssh... Cause of the hair?"
Oren quipped regarding the color of the bloom.[break][break]
The smallest ghost of a smile started to creep onto Oren's face. He almost would forget the potential implications of Aerith being here... Of course, not everyone here came here the same way he did, but the mere possibility was enough...
[attr="class","dialogue"]"So... Uh..."
The words got caught in Oren's throat. Where exactly could he even start? There was... So much he could say... If he even had the nerve.
She supposed it would be a little bit of a shock to see her here, not because of any sort of incident that happened to her in the past, oh no, but simply the fact that it was somewhat of a strange coincidence that they'd wind up together again, here in a completely different world. It really only gave her more hope that more of her friends were here! How funny it'd be if all of Midgar really did come here.[break][break]
As he stood in a daze, Aerith looked him over with a little smile on her face, her emerald eyes soaking in the details of her friend, now older than the last time she had seen him. Older, and ... his eyes. Her smile lessened, just a smidge, for those eyes were something she was familiar with. And sometimes familiar was not good.[break][break]
Aerith smiled empathetically, and stood back to her normal stance after she found she was leaning a little bit closer to him after he finally snapped out of it. The joke he returned made her smile cheekily, and she shrugged. "Mm, maybe~"[break][break]
Her smile softened again as he seemed to struggle to find words to say. Well, Aerith always had the opposite problem. She continued on, as if ignoring any sort of awkward silence all together. "So, how long have you been here?" She'd bombard him with questions if she could, but maybe for once she'd take it somewhat slow because he did seem quite nervous.
Post by Oren McGinnis on Nov 12, 2024 23:38:46 GMT -6
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Oren slowly looked away towards the ground after scoffing at Aerith's cheeky response about the color of the bloom... It was not wise to stare at the sun after all. Thinking it over a bit, it certainly did seem like everyone he once knew was here. And then some... Oren was not sure he liked the implications of any of that. Did he even have a right to...? Each time he felt some long buried remnant of joy try to escape... There was a reason why he kept to himself outside of his mercenary work. He knew well what happened when he tried to be happy... Tried to have control... And yet...
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Heh... Very funny."
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Silly as it might look and in sharp contrast to how he had carried himself since arriving in Zephon, Oren would reach up and slide the bloom into the band of his hat. Might look like a right dandy, but not like he cared that much about such opinions. Especially considering who gave it to him. Even with the kind gesture, he found it harder to keep looking at Aerith. A pang of guilt started to hit him now that the memories of her were clearer in his mind. She seemed to hold no ill will against him, though... How had her life gone after he left the slums behind...? He felt compelled to ask so many questions, but he kept finding himself at a loss of where to start. Still stunned by thoughts if any of it would matter in the end...? Despite that, he still wanted to anyways. He managed it with Angeal even if the talk went to some rather sordid places... Yet it had forced him to start thinking. Much as he didn't want to admit that to himself.[break][break]
Sure enough, Aerith would move to ask the most logical first question for anyone who was now trapped in the limbo that was Zephon. Oren tried to think of how long it had actually been since he arrived here... Time itself started to blur for him so he wasn't entirely sure of the exact answer to her question. It wasn't too late to act like none of this happened... Oren did not budge from where he stood.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"If I had to guess, it's been a couple of months now since I... Appeared here."
'Appeared'... Quite the careful choice of words to avoid having to mention his final fate again. Oren then slowly turned to actually look at Aerith again.
