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Post by Violet Vayne on Jul 17, 2024 8:34:30 GMT -6
"Got a story for me?"
Violet was aware that she had stopped moving, and seemed to have been dumped somewhere. For a moment, there were no voices around, and she knew that this was her chance to escape. Like a real investigative journalist! Breaking free, sneaking around, finding information! It was exciting! It was thrilling! It was-
-impossible, she realised, as she struggled and tried to free herself, but was hopelessly tied up in the bag, and unable to move. Hm. How did intrepid journalists normally rescue themselves in these situations? She struggled and pulled, but only ended up wincing at the feel of ropes burning her soft, adventure-inexperienced skin.
But then she heard something. A rustling, and a voice. And before she knew it, she could see again, as the bag was cut open. Trying not to spit out too much burlap, and if she did, manage it in a dignified manner, Violet slowly struggled free of the now cut bag, to spot her would-be-rescuer.
Before she could answer, she just let out a small muffled yelp as the woman's cold hand covered her mouth, preventing her from talking. She waited, until she removed it, and then whispered back.
"Oh. Uh, hi. Thank you," she whispered, immediately fussing with her hair despite the other woman's warning. Violet found it was very very rare indeed that her hair was the least of her worries. Her hair was vitally important, and she even produced a small compact mirror to check herself, smoothing out her hair quickly, and becoming irritated when she saw a stray burlap strand had stuck to her lip gloss, which she had to remove delicately. Fortunately, the woman's hand over her mouth hadn't smudged her lip gloss too much. She doubted that she would let Violet stop to fix her make-up before they escaped...
"N-no, I'm not hurt," she insisted quietly. "Although I think they ruined my dress," she added in a quiet huff.
Post by Violet Vayne on Jun 11, 2024 6:50:49 GMT -6
"Got a story for me?"
Violet kicked and screamed and struggled, but she'd have lost a fight with a toddler, who could then have gone on to beat up four further Violets, let alone a hardened mercenary, and she couldn't do anything but kick her legs about as she was hoisted over the bandit's shoulder. Inside the burlap sack, she couldn't see anything, but trapped with the dark sack around her, even she found herself almost choking on her own perfume, and she was close to conceding that maybe, just maybe, people were right when they said she should wear just a teeny, tiny bit less. Maybe.
She kicked and screamed, but her keen journalistic instincts told her that they wouldn't have kidnapped her without gagging her if there was a chance anybody would be around to save her. So after a few shouts for help, she decided to try another tactic. "W-wait!" she begged. "Please! Listen, I don't have anything to steal! And this bag is ruining my hair!" she shrieked. And then she paused. "Listen! I just want to write about you! I can't write from inside a bag! Let me see!" she asked, but her cries went on deaf ears. They probably figured somebody dressed as fancily as Violet might not have money on her, but would easily be worth money to the right person.
She gave up with a huff, and resided herself to being carried. Well, getting kidnapped was a fine journalistic tradition, wasn't it? At least in the stories she had read as a kid. She just, wished it wasn't happening for real. She fidgeted and wished she still had a camera, before realising taking a photo of the inside of a burlap sack would have been worthless anyway. This stuff was itchy, and she was hoping it wasn't getting in her hair.
She resumed her struggling for a moment, but it was futile, so she gave up again with a pant and decided to wait, moodily.
Post by Violet Vayne on Jun 5, 2024 8:19:30 GMT -6
"Got a story for me?"
Violet Vayne was many things. A talented reporter? Most who read her articles would agree, at least in the sense that she had a certain flair and passion for the gossip columns; her strength. A fashionista? Anybody worth listening to (in Violet's mind) would definitely agree; she never went anywhere unless she looked absolutely perfect. Wearer of too much perfume? Literally anybody who had been in the same room as her would say so.
But the one thing absolutely nobody would ever say Violet was in a million years, the one thing that you could survey every single person on every single world and not a single one would suggest about her, is that she was an 'outdoors kind of girl'. Violet was the type of person who considered an open air market 'the great outdoors', walking across a manicured lawn 'rough terrain', and could count on one hand the times her elegant footwear had ever made contact with something that wasn't stone, concrete or steel.
Which was why she was having so much trouble on the outskirts of Torensten. There had been reports of bandit groups gathering nearby, and she thought it'd be a good news story. Oh, sure, she was making headway with all of her 'outsider interviews', but they were, in the eyes of most, essentially puff pieces. If she wanted to earn a reputation as a real reporter, she had to find some real news. (Of course, some might say, also not dressing in extremely pink, extremely frilly outfits every day, constantly spritzing perfume, and using all pink accessories including scented paper to turn in her assignments might have helped there too, but Violet wasn't willing to entertain such nonsense).
She stopped, breathless, fanning herself with a hand fan as she continued to look. Walking on sand was difficult, she was finding, although that might have been due to her insistence on doing it in high heels. Worse yet, she hadn't seen any signs of the bandits at all. And yes, she wasn't completely stupid, she was aware of the danger, but she had nothing of value on her, so she figured they wouldn't hurt her, even if they spotted her. Which they wouldn't, because she'd be stealthy! (Violet was unaware that being as pink as she was and wearing as much perfume as she was, as well as her constant grunts of 'eugh' and 'ew' at the sand meant that stealth was a pipe dream).
As if to emphasise, it was at that moment that Violet put her foot on a damp piece of sand, where some water had gathered. Her high heel perfectly slurped into it, causing her to let out a squeal of disgust. It took her a few tugs to pull her foot loose, and apparently, this squeal and delay was the perfect time for the ambush, because before she knew it, a burlap sack was thrown over her, and she was being hoisted onto somebody's shoulder.
She shrieked and kicked completely ineffectually. Apparently, she had failed to find the bandits, but they had not failed to find her...
Post by Violet Vayne on Jun 4, 2024 7:51:01 GMT -6
"Got a story for me?"
Violet's manicured hand bobbed and weaved as her pen made rapid fire notes on her pink scented paper. For someone who she hadn't been sure would be willing to talk, Clive was giving up plenty of information, it seemed. But as she listened, she understood even further the tragedy of his own existence. She realised in her own way, she had been blessed. Growing up under Shinra had been a stifling experience, and one that saw her lied to, time and time again, but she had been safe. She hadn't grown up in a constantly shifting warzone, like it sounded like Clive's had been.
"So, you were betrayed by your own mother, you lost your family, you were branded, and made into a slave of war?" Violet asked, confirming the details as she noted them down. "That... can't have been easy. And yet, you still saw to do the right thing, when given the chance?" Violet probed. "I don't think anybody would blame you for turning your back on a world that had treated you like that, and yet, instead, you did everything you could to save it? Some people would say that made you a hero," Violet pointed out, making a few further notes.
She noted the comment to the dog too, looking over at him. "And you were reunited with your dog? No wonder you didn't want to be separated from him..." Violet was more of a cat person herself, but a good dog could be adorable. She could appreciate that. And if you thought you lost your pet then found him again, of course you'd be attached.
"So, it sounds like, even in your homeworld, you were vilified for wanting to destroy these mothercrystals?" Violet searched, pen dancing over the paper again. "Why don't you tell me what it was like, for you, and for this Cid? I take it that not everybody was keen on Cid's ideas that mothercrystals had to be destroyed. Just as in my world... Well, destroying the reactors sounded insane," Violet smiled a little sadly. "Which, of course, would mean, if you discovered another one of these mothercrystals, and people tried to stop you destroying it, you wouldn't have been aware anything was wrong?" she ventured. Of course, setting him up to justify his actions. Because ultimately that was what she was after. A reason he had done what he had done that could be used to paint him in a better light. And she had a feeling she was finding it...
Post by Violet Vayne on Jun 3, 2024 9:41:51 GMT -6
"Got a story for me?"
Violet knew that the words 'self aware' were not often ones attributed to herself. In fact, during her time as a Shinra media personality, her ditzy, airhead, rich girl vibes had been an awful lot of what they had capatalised on, and even now, knowing what she knew, she knew she had a lot of work to do on herself. But she was trying. And she had enough self awareness to realise that Celes's repetition of her request was met with a level of disdain. Disdain that, although it was not directed at her, Violet felt. Because she was actually self aware enough these days to be aware that she was sat there, in her nice clothes, her perfect vest, her fancy scarf, the air thick with her perfume, the perfect coddled rich girl, and the people she was talking to? Less so.
Celes, in particular. Because it seemed nothing in her life had ever been easy. And Violet, while she had faced challenges, such as her realisation of Shinra's awfulness, seeing the aftermath of the terrorist attack, or coming to Zephron all alone, the worse she had ever faced was watching tragedy, writing about tragedy, and then going home to her nice, comfortable, scented bed and settling down in soft, silk sheets.
She stared at the pink piece of paper she was making notes on, like everything else Violet owned, scented. And suddenly felt very self conscious of just how different they were. She looked back across at Celes. She paused, and for a moment, she put her pen down, looking back at her and giving her a slightly sad smile. "I... know what it's like, in a way," she admitted. "Not fighting, I mean. I mean, you say, as long as one person can lift a sword? Well, I'm not one of those people. Those things look heavy," she laughed, flexing her skinny arms and showing off her complete lack of muscle. "But... my world... had its own... evil Empire, I guess. They were called Shinra. They were a private corporation, but they owned everyone and everything. And I was raised in the middle of it. I used to be a journalist and presenter for them. I helped tell the entire world how great Shinra was, to cover up all their atrocities, without even realising what I was doing..." she paused, and gave Celes a sad smile. "Eventually I realised, like you did, what my 'evil empire' were like. I realised they were killing my world. For profit. I never got to rise up against them. I never got to do anything to stop them. And I think about all those years I supported them. I helped them. So.. I understand, the guilt, the shame, the need to do something better..."
"It's why, now I'm here, I only want to help people. I don't want to print trash that hurts people, or inflammatory stuff. I want my words to make people's lives better. I have my own guilt, and my own sins to atone for, and like, let's be real, I can't exactly be a Dragonblade. So, instead, I do this," she said, waving to her pen and paper as she picked it back up.
"So, instead of worrying about who you were, let's talk about who you are now," Violet said. "Now, all of us outsiders know how terrifying it is to arrive in Zephron, without a clue where you are, how you got there, where you're going to live, or what happened to your shoe collection," she paused, and gave what she hoped was a playful smile. "Maybe that last one was just me," she teased.
"So why don't you tell me how you went from that, to heading the most powerful and well respected mercenary operation in Zephron? Because, that journey is truly inspirational. You knew you had to do good, and you set out to do it. But what were those early days like? How did you form this place?" she asked.
Post by Violet Vayne on Apr 28, 2024 5:12:41 GMT -6
"Got a story for me?"
Violet was used to, by now, her opening question being a big question, but she hadn't quite expected the full torrent of information that began to come from Clive. She quickly scribbled it all down, as sensibly as she could. Some of it, she made educated guesses on. 'First Shield' clearly was some kind of bodyguard, right? Presumably, the head bodyguard, for his little brother, who was a Dominant (kinky word...) of an 'Eikon'. Which appeared to share a name with summon materia from her world. Did Clive's people worship materia?
As he went on and spoke about 'Bearers' (bearers and dominants? Whoever had named things in that world clearly had some pent up sexual frustration), she made appropriate sympathetic faces, but she felt like Clive had skipped over something, and she paused. "So you were the son of an archduke, and yet, even you were forced into slavery for being able to use magic?" she asked. A world where even royalty wasn't safe from slavery? That was interesting Of course, Gaia had no royalty, but myths of princes and princesses were still common even in Violet's world. Plus she supposed there was the whole Wutai situation. They had a kind of royalty, but they didn't use the same words. And it seemed like they could take over based on who was the best warrior or something? Violet had never quite understood the political situation in Wutai.
And then he spoke about the crystals. Drawing aether from the planet, and killing it. And she realised all of a sudden that Clive's circumstances weren't that different from that of her own world. Different words, different technology, but the same principal had remained.
"You know, my world wasn't that different," Violet said. "On my world, there was... a company. Called Shinra. They built gigantic reactors, huge machines, that drained something we called 'Mako' from the planet. It provided everything for us. Electricity, power, warmth, homes, entertainment. But.... they covered up what it truly was. 'Mako' was being drained from something we called the 'Lifestream', a lot like your... 'aether'. It was the life blood of the planet, where your soul goes-" she paused, 'goes', more like, 'went', if there was no lifestream in Zephron, "...went, when you died. Most of us, me included, had no idea. I used to work for Shinra, in my teenage years, as a media personality. They made me famous, and I didn't ask questions..." she said, a little sadly. "Until a group of what Shinra branded terrorists blew up one of the reactors. I couldn't understand who would do that, or why. Who would cause so much misery and pain. But as I looked into it..." she paused. "I realised the truth. They had attacked the reactors to stop them draining the life blood of our planet. To save us all," she said.
"I think I'm beginning to see why you would try to destroy a crystal..." she admitted. "But please, go on," she gestured for him to continue.
Post by Violet Vayne on Mar 25, 2024 5:08:19 GMT -6
"Got a story for me?"
"Please, call me Violet," Violet said with a gentle wave of her manicured hand, before she smiled at his agreement to the interview. Okay. Well, that was a positive start. Now he had agreed, she just had to see where it went from there. Nodding, she began to follow him to the better spot he had picked. She had to admit, it was probably better than trying to get the story in the cramped quarters. It was interesting that he had such free reign in the headquarters; clearly Celes trusted him. But that was a positive sign, that he wasn't the monster the reports had made him out to be.
She took a seat opposite the fire, and she had to admit, she appreciated the warmth. Shinra might have had its problems, but she definitely missed their heating systems. She pulled out her pink scented paper and pens, and got ready to make notes. She smiled across at Clive. "Okay, so why don't we start with a little about yourself?" she asked. "Why don't you tell me a little about who you are, and the world you came from?"
This was the natural first question for Violet. She liked to ask about people's worlds. Her hope was to find a common thread or link between the people who came there, but if nothing else, she felt that building up a database of worlds people had come from couldn't hurt. After all, she already knew some people came from the same worlds, and she wanted to explore that. Not to mention if someone new turned up and could find one of her articles talking about the more familiar world, well, that could help them adjust too, and assure them that they weren't alone. All positive steps...
Post by Violet Vayne on Feb 22, 2024 11:28:28 GMT -6
"Got a story for me?"
Violet felt her stomach knot a little with guilt as Celes began to tell her how much she didn't like talking about her home. Violet's question hadn't intended any discomfort, but she supposed it made sense, some people would be so homesick it wouldn't be nice thinking about it. But before she could tell Celes it didn't matter, and persuade her to move on, Celes opened up.
And when she did, it seemed like a Dam had broken, because the information that flowed out was incredible. Immediately, Violet's pen started dancing over her pink scented paper as she made notes. The information that was coming out was both fascinating, and more than slightly terrifying. At first, her world didn't sound that different from Violet's own. A mighty Empire who ruled everything? Well, that wasn't that different from Shinra, was it? Okay, so maybe this Empire was more at the forefront about it.
But then she began to speak about the experiments, and Violet paled a little, if that was possible under her heavy, professional make-up. Again, she supposed it wasn't unlike some of the rumours she had heard about Shinra, with their SOLDIER program, but speaking to a survivor of such a thing was horrific. Especially to learn she was one of only three who could use magic in her world at all, and one had gone insane. It didn't sound entirely unlike Sephiroth, although of course, anybody with materia in Violet's world could use magic.
Violet just never wanted to. They were far too big and gaudy as jewellery went. She preferred smaller, more subtle jewels, and besides, what would she do with magic anyway?
The story turned darker. Celes described how she had been a young general. How she had led an invasion into a place named the 'free city'. Violet was no expert, but she guessed if you were the invaders of a place called the 'free city', you were the bad guys. But then again, she had been pro-Shinra most of her life. And she hadn't been tortured and forced. Just give her a comfortable life and a spotlight and she had jumped as high as Shinra wanted. So could she really fault Celes as she spoke?
And besides, it was easy to see the guilt dancing across her face. The shame. Celes wasn't proud of this. She had been a child soldier. So of course she wasn't. She was ashamed, and she was upset, and Violet looked at her, her heart breaking slightly for this poor woman who had been through so much. She paused, and gave a small smile.
"Of course, take your time," she instructed. Then she looked down at her notes thoughtfully, pausing.
She took a moment, and tore the page free, crumpling it up.
"Look, don't worry. I can see how painful that was, and I'm not here to spread those stories or hurt you," she said. "People don't need to know about that. We can just... carry on from what happened afterwards," she explained. She hoped the story got better. Or at least, something Celes felt that she could share. Maybe she wasn't doing her journalistic due diligence doing that, but she wasn't sure that it mattered. Who here could judge her anyway? And besides, protecting the source was always important, right?
"When you're ready, we can skip to something easier," she said gently.
Post by Violet Vayne on Jan 14, 2024 12:22:33 GMT -6
"Got a story for me?"
Violet wasn't really sure what she had expected, from the information she had gathered, perhaps some kind of blood covered muscle bound barbarian in a leather thong or something, but she certainly didn't expect the polite, charming and well spoken man who opened the door. And while Violet prided herself on being a good judge of character, she was too caught up in the charm, rugged good looks and polite way he spoke to catch any of his discomfort.
Plus the idea that anybody would be uncomfortable about her was largely unthinkable.
She put on her best journalistic smile, the one that had gotten her on TV back in her Shinra days, and decided to present her case. "Well, Clive - I can call you that, right?" she asked, and then continued. "I'm writing articles on people who have come from other worlds. Like yourself. But I'm trying to present us in... a new light. A better light," she explained. And then she took a deep breath.
"Look, I don't need to tell you, right now, you're the poster boy for the 'these off-worlders are bad news' brigade, right?" she said with a slightly sympathetic smile. "Well, I'm hoping, if you answer some of my questions, we can change that. I'm sure you didn't just randomly show up wanting to cut up the city. I'm sure there was a reason for it. And getting people to understand that reason will hopefully change things for the better. For you, and for all of us off-worlders," she finished.
And then she smiled.
"Soooo, what do you say? Interview?" she asked chirpily, hoping her sales pitch won him over.
Post by Violet Vayne on Jan 1, 2024 16:35:49 GMT -6
"Got a story for me?"
Violet had many flaws. Even she knew that. She was prissy, she could be snobby, she was vain, she was physically weak and incapable, she had the combat skills of a wet paper bag, and she thought 'tactics' were something to come up with when a store had a sale on and you just had to get to the cut price purses first. But, if there was one thing she was pretty good at, even at her young age, it was reading people's emotions. And so, she saw in Celes the blind terror that came with her being a reporter.
She wasn't going to lie, there was the teensiest tiniest thrill to it. Celes was, after all, the head of a super tough mercenary team, and here she was, acting like she was scared of Violet! Oh, sure, she knew it wasn't physically scared, and Celes could crush her with her pinkie in a fight, but there was still something a little exciting about it.
It was a feeling she squashed down under her professionalism, and she offered Celes a gentle smile. She had noticed the rough hands. So very, very unlike her own. Maybe she could recommend Celes some moisturiser when this was all over.
She looked at the available seats. A broken sofa. A dirty chair. She opted for the chair, doing her best to maintain professionalism and not make a face as she sat down, trying not to wince at the possibly dog hair currently sticking itself to her skirt. It wasn't that she didn't like animals; it was just that she thought animals should be admired from afar. Where they couldn't get fur or slobber on you. Still, she did her best to make it look like she wasn't TOO uncomfortable with the seat. But she was held in a very poised position, clearly not sitting back.
"Honestly, these things take as long as you want. You can tell me as little, or as much, as you feel comfortable. Like I said, there's no pressure. It's not an interrogation. It's just a chat. And if you mention anything you don't want me to print, you just tell me, yeah?" she smiled her sweetest smile.
"Well, why don't we start off with a little about where you're from. What your homeworld was like and what you did there. Were you always a mercenary? What was it like? More or less advanced than Torensten? We have a real mix here. My world was a lot more advanced, and by the Ancients do I miss cellphones..." Violet sighed longingly.
