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Post by Oren McGinnis on Nov 15, 2024 22:27:36 GMT -6
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Oren took a few shaky breaths. He tried to steel himself to not just sit around sobbing. Perhaps he had been doing too good of a job burying his feelings underneath what he believed to be the cynical truth and a perceived meaninglessness to his second life... Back home, he buried his sorrows under some veneer of positivity and for a time he might've actually been happy back then... Ignorance is bliss after all. It wasn't meant to last. All he had to continue mustering up smiles for other people were memories... Fractured memories of his childhood, thoughts of some vague smile in the distance from... From... Her...? From there, he had the clearer memories of his time in SOLDIER and the people that made him feel like maybe he wasn't just some monster... That's all he was now, though. Hollow. Despite all of that, he still wanted to be human and help others. He thought about when he ran into Cloud... He had somehow been warped into being like a member of SOLDIER, was carrying the Buster Sword, and his own mind was clearly fractured by whatever he went through after he had disappeared after that 'incident'... Oren offered to help with little hesitation, an act that surprised even himself. What was he doing...? What did any of it mean? Would anything he does matter? It was hard to say... It still felt so... Dark.[break][break]
Oren lowered his hand from his face and glanced behind him at the angelic wing that spread out. Even in spite of the implications regarding that wing, it was a majestic sight to behold... A guardian trying to offer some sort of guidance as Oren felt increasingly confused about himself and everything. Oren wasn't even sure what to say. Obviously he didn't have to rush anywhere, but how slow was too slow for him to move forward? What if this was just his destiny for this world...? He still found himself struggling to believe any of Angeal's words. Yet... If he himself could be so willing to hold a hand out to others...[break][break]
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Oren sighed. He didn't know what to do anymore.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"It... Was a strange, unpleasant experience."
Oren felt almost at peace despite how horrific his death actually was... And then he woke back up with no idea where he was at. It was a pretty exciting prospect until he realized his presence in this world seemed to be pure chance rather than out of any sort of grander design. Oren's eyes looked around before glancing down at Lunaris as it rested on his lap. A sordid symbol of his past and his attempt to take back his future. Now as hollow as he was...
[attr="class","dialogue"]"There is something to consider in your words... I'm not entirely sure what, but... Well. There's something."
Perhaps Oren just had to create his own meaning out of the meaningless... That still left him at a complete loss as to what that meaning even was for someone like him in this world.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Thank you for humoring me... Angeal..."
If nothing else, Oren appreciated the sentiment. It did make him wonder what any others stuck in Zephon thought about all of this. Wherever they might be...
Post by Oren McGinnis on Nov 14, 2024 0:50:30 GMT -6
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Oren glanced to the side, his fingers drumming against his cheek. While it obviously wasn't intentional, Oren felt like he was being smacked by some of Cloud's words. Wasting energy, huh...? It described exactly what Oren had been doing since he found himself in Zephon. Losing the purpose he had back home and now stuck in a world that still felt completely alien to him despite his increasing time and experience spent in it. There were new and familiar faces alike Oren found himself forced to deal with, but nothing about Zephon itself felt like home... Let alone a home that desperately needed saving. Oren knew about Sonora, which was unnervingly similar to Midgar based on what he knew about it, but he hadn't been able to bring himself to step foot in that place yet. What would he do once he did? Oren wasn't sure if it'd even matter or not...[break][break]
Seeing how unoriginal existence as a whole apparently is certainly does a number on one's mentality too. It was perhaps the right thing to keep moving forward, but Oren didn't even know where he was going anymore. Oren scoffed when Cloud spoke on survival. Oren slowly turned to meet Cloud's face.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"It'll do you well to keep that mindset up here... None of us 'belong' here after all so it is always valid to stay vigilant. I understand it more than most realize..."
Even back home, Oren was constantly having to adapt for one reason or another. Dealing with his upbringing, dealing with the crises that occurred one after another during his time in SOLDIER, dealing with the consequences of him abandoning SOLDIER and joining AVALANCHE, dealing with how the Mako that still empowered him seemed to scramble parts of his mind... Survival was indeed a bitch.[break][break]
Oren was a bit surprised that Cloud actually offered some sort of agreement to Oren's offer. For the first time in who knows how long, he actually cracked a small smile... And nearly started laughing. While Cloud may not remember, it was a show of the kind of person Oren used to be during the time they were acquainted. More... Positive.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Heh... You cocky bastard. I should be saying that to you."
Oren's cheeky tone made it obvious he meant no ill will by those words. He could tell Cloud wouldn't be an issue just by looking at him... Oren's brief show of cheer would quickly fade as his expression reverted to a more stoic one. So it seems they've both been around for a similar amount of time then... Cloud may not need as much aid as Oren originally thought. Still... At least there was someone.[break][break]
It was all... Something. Like one of the metaphorical bricks surrounding Oren finally fell off... Right? Oren awkwardly glanced away again.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Yeah... Can only hope... All else fails, still might make things a little easier here."
Oren wasn't entirely sure what treatment would work beyond them just... Being around each other? Regardless, Oren wasn't sure why he suddenly felt apprehensive about the eye contact and... And... Wait... Oren knew what it was... Of all the damn times for that fear to suddenly start hitting him. Oren took a deep breath to steady himself. Well. What did they do now...?
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.
Post by Oren McGinnis on Nov 8, 2024 22:10:18 GMT -6
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[attr="class","nikki109"]... As time passes, it really seems like the only 'original' thing Oren's old life had going for it was the existence of Mako. Even Halloween exists in this world... Not even a 'new' thing introduced by 'outsiders' like him either. It is a native part of this realm with its own festivities that were... Well. Exactly like he'd expect. Pumpkins, costumes, mazes meant to scare people, the whole experience. Oren wasn't sure if he should feel nostalgic or not. Regardless, he was still in Provo when all the festivities started so he guessed there was no harm in humoring them. He didn't look particularly festive as he roamed around in just his regular clothes rather than any sort of costume, but he didn't exactly have any time nor motivation to put together one.[break][break]
Oren wasn't sure where to really start here. He's been so lost and now was feeling increasingly confused over everything. He wasn't feeling particularly festive at the moment, but he wanted to try doing... Something here. He wasn't doing any jobs and now wasn't really the time to go looking for more unless an emergency happened. As he wandered around, he noticed a rather extravagantly decorated tent around the grounds. Oren quirked an eyebrow as he approached it and read the sign... 'Tarot Readings'. Oren tilted his head. He was pretty sure he had heard of this somewhere before...? Never put much stock in it, but considering the reality of magic was even more prominent in this world than even back home... Maybe this could give him some further guidance.[break][break]
Oren slowly approached the tent and would venture inside. The inside of the tent was rather strange, but sort of matched the vibe of its outside... The especially odd part was that it seemed to be much larger inside than it looked on the outside. A woman looking like a witch out of some storybook was startled by his arrival at the table she sat at. How long had she been waiting for someone to arrive if she was surprised by this...? She certainly seemed rather... Normal, though. Did she truly have any power of divination? Oren squinted.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Uh... Hi."
He was growing a little more skeptical, but it wasn't like he had anything to lose besides some time... Which didn't bother him that much.[break][break]
Oren glanced to the sides. Didn't seem like there was anyone else here.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"I guess I can humor you... I've heard of this sort of thing before."
Oren would pull out a chair and move to have a seat, taking the sheathed Lunaris off his back and resting it on his lap.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"If I recall, I just ask you a question and then you'll pull out three cards to deduce an answer... Okay then... What does my current future look like in this world?"
Per tradition, Oren felt like a madman constantly trying to seek answers for WHY he was in Zephon. He had given up entirely for a time, but recent events have renewed an interest in trying to find... Well. Anything. If this reading had any legitimacy, it might shine a light on the true purpose for why he was summoned to this realm.
Post by Oren McGinnis on Oct 16, 2024 19:27:17 GMT -6
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[attr="class","nikki109"]I am a monster... That is all I will ever be until the day I am met with my permanent demise... If such a day will ever arrive at all.[break][break]
That somewhat more logical sounding, yet morose thought echoed out in Oren's mind as he lost himself to the thrill of battle. A monster hunting down another monster for some gil. Rinse and repeat. While he did usually try to plan out strategies, a lot of the time they often weren't needed due to the sheer brute force Oren had at his disposal. However, it seemed his abilities weren't enough... Granted, a small part of his strategy was using the unexpected arrival of Caius and his curious companion to help finish off the creature... While he still could somewhat think, but the planet's darkness once more desired to submerge him... The plan almost worked, but the damned cretin managed to spew its Bad Breath before Caius's magic could leave it ready to kill.[break][break]
Oren clicked his teeth as he had continued running towards the Malboro, the murky swamp beneath him looking akin to solid ground at this point. Oren would need to goad it into another opening and then he could try his own firepower on it... Yes... This was truly getting interesting. He actually felt a bit of... Excitement.[break][break]
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Indeed, the Malboro had started swinging its tendrils around instead. Where had he seen that...? Almost right as Oren realized what was happening, Caius had called out to him to make a tactical retreat. The still somewhat crazed Oren pouted.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Oh, that's just no fun. No fun at all...!"
Even though it was a sign that it saw them as the superior threat, it was still incredibly annoying. Alas, when he saw the spores start shooting out all over the designated battlefield, Oren would stop in his tracks and turn to start running away from the spores to make some distance. Oh, he was going to rip that damned thing apart when they got their opening to strike...[break][break]
For now, they either just had to bide their time or find a way to deal with these spores so they can put the pressure back on it. What to do, what to do...?
Post by Oren McGinnis on Sept 23, 2024 0:59:03 GMT -6
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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.
Post by Oren McGinnis on Sept 20, 2024 15:40:13 GMT -6
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Indeed, Nibelheim... An incident that Oren never learned the true details of considering Shinra's coverup in the immediate aftermath of it. He went to his death never learning the truth. Nothing beyond that Shinra was assuredly hiding something about what happened to Zack, Sephiroth, and Cloud... Maybe even Nibelheim itself for all he knew at the time. After all, even a regular SOLDIER was effectively a one man army... And Sephiroth was on a completely different level from even the other 1st Class SOLDIERs. Did they really think that nobody would find just announcing he died suspicious? For now, Oren would leave such questions swirling in his mind to the side. Much like his own cluttered thoughts, they weren't all that important now... Not unless he was ever forced to make them important.[break][break]
Ugh. Oren never thought he'd be doing this right now... But... Well... He was faced with someone in need... As Oren looked upon Cloud, something in his similarly cold expression seemed to soften slightly as he actually sat down across from Oren. There were no words, but even if he didn't recall, it seemed like he was willing to at least humor Oren's seemingly nonsensical babbling. Indeed, he noted that Oren's name did faintly remind him of something. Oren's own ability to express himself had broken down over the months he'd been in Zephon as he slowly lost himself to the despair of his situation here... Or rather his way of coping was a familiar one... Putting forth a stoic façade and keeping everyone at an arm's length.[break][break]
Oren took a deep breath. He himself was plagued by his own past... And now a realization that some parts of his own seemed to be fractured. Add on being put into a present he had no choice in being apart of. A second life that offered him little beyond the past and nothing in the way of a real future. Yet, it seemed there was someone before him who he could actually help in some regard...[break][break]
Oren laid his elbow on the table and then rested his chin in his hand.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Heh. Well, that's a start I suppose..."
Oren did remember the spiky blonde before him a lot better than Cloud remembered him so he couldn't deny some small remnant of joy over him... Being around? Of course, that did raise the question of what to do about Cloud's memories...? They weren't back home anymore so trying to figure this out might be more difficult than it'd normally be... Oren wasn't sure where else to start or if it'd even be a good idea to force Cloud to somehow remember?
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Hm... Maybe time will eventually bring more memories back to you. Considering you're lugging that beast of metal around now, I assume your swordplay has only gotten better since the testing..."
Said 'beast of metal' of course being the Buster Sword.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"If you've just recently appeared here, I might be able to help you a bit if you need it..."
Words that Oren thought he'd never say, but... Damn it. Much as he refused the help from others for his problems, he couldn't truly break out of that desire to help others himself.
Post by Oren McGinnis on Sept 19, 2024 22:58:43 GMT -6
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Oren just sat there. There was a silence that felt like it lasted an eternity. It was apparent the questions he started just throwing out were giving Angeal pause. It wasn't a surprise. Oren was constantly being tormented by them and he really wasn't expecting most people to have any real answers to them. Angeal was perhaps the one exception he could think of now knowing that he was here, but even that was a shot in the dark... Especially considering he wasn't exactly in the most positive headspace himself. Oren slowly turned away and stared off into the distance... The gray, gray distance. He almost wanted to just instinctively say sorry again. Maybe it was a bad idea to bother Angeal... Maybe he should have committed to keeping everyone at a distance even if he knew them... Granted, he had already been failing at that task. It was as if some invisible strings were forcing him to face... Something. His past? Who the hell knows anymore...[break][break]
Maybe there was no escaping this epiphany... Maybe there really was no point to even caring anymore... His last attempt at giving himself a reason for living literally crashed and burned around him. Oren just wanted to matter in a life where his own damned parents scorned his very birth. Yet every time things seemed to look up in his life, it all went to shit before long... Him becoming a SOLDIER warped his mind in some unclear way, he now realized he was forgetting something from his past, he kept losing people he grew to care about in some regard, then HE HIMSELF DIED and he was forcibly revived in some alien world that would be perfectly fine without his presence... That then also raised the question if he truly mattered even back home...? He had yet to figure out what exactly transpired after he died... Or what exactly happened to Zack, Cloud, and Sephiroth in the past... Eventually, Angeal would speak up and note his understanding of how Oren felt. Considering what had happened to Angeal, Oren knew they weren't just empty words... That being said, Angeal would admit to what Oren already knew deep down... He did not have any clear answers to the questions. Oren just sat there seemingly unbothered by the growing breeze. He just slowly looked up at the dreary sky above them in silence as he allowed Angeal to continue speaking. His long, fiery locks blew back in the breeze almost akin to some cheesy film from the more 'modern' realms like their own.[break][break]
Some of those words did hurt a little to openly hear... Angeal had confirmed it that he spoke from personal experience regarding such thoughts. Oren's eyes began to waver from their focus on the gray above. It looked so dead here, but nature was actually still thriving in some regard.
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Oren remained silent even as Angeal began to offer some more proper comfort through words and even a hand on his shoulder. Oren's lip quivered slightly. It was almost like some cheesy speech a hero would give... Granted, that is what Angeal always strived to be, wasn't he? And he said such an incredibly simple phrase that gave Oren himself pause.[break][break]
Oren gritted his teeth. They were just empty platitudes... It didn't change anything... It didn't... Oren's eyes began to water as he covered his face with one of his hands.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... You know what I mentioned about my 'little story'...? I... I died, Angeal... All my life... I don't think I ever heard anyone say that to me... Even coming from you, I'm not sure if my heart wants to believe it... I don't know if I am ready..."
It was quite the bombshell to drop about his final fate that tied into his own appearance in Zephon. The actual story of what led to that event being a tragic, sordid tale just like the rest of his life had been. Despite Oren's own words, was he himself actually capable of accepting help from others again...? Did he even want to or was he fully prepared to lose himself to how meaningless it all felt? What use was there for a monster like him in Zephon? Was being a mercenary until he dropped dead again all that awaited him? He... He didn't know anymore. Maybe... Maybe there was... Something, though...
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Oren yawned. Maybe he was more tired than he realized. Even with that in mind, sitting around doing nothing was not something he usually did. At least not anymore. His usual existence here was actually a little TOO exciting despite how mundane it felt to him. However, as he just stared at the fountain trying to figure out some sort of plan of action, something felt... Off in the air. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, though... Indeed, it seemed the bad feeling he was getting ended up being vindicated before long as an ominous figure slowly loomed into his peripheral vision...[break][break]
... Only for said figure to actually just be some... Teenaged girl? Wait... Something about her seemed a bit familiar to Oren. Was she from... Wutai? Granted, it was entirely possible she was some ninja from a different world... It turns out they did exist in the other universes that got dragged into Zephon too... Because of course they did. Nothing was unique anymore.[break][break]
Oren just looked at Yuffie with a completely blank expression regarding her... Energetic introduction. He did not at all appear surprised at her sudden appearance. Those iconic glowing eyes of a SOLDIER, former or otherwise, looked like they could stare right into her very soul. Oren just sighed and would cross his arms. Last time he was given a supposedly 'lucky day', he ended up biting the dust years down the line. Granted, he was rather certain an overly cocky teenager wasn't going to somehow be the second death of him... Probably. He supposed he'd humor whatever she had to say to him. If it was stupid, he could just go about his business. If it was actually something worthwhile, he'd have something to work on today.[break][break]
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Uh. Hi...? How exactly is my day going to be lucky now?"
Yep. Oren did not bother introducing himself at the moment. He also was not going to beat around the bush either.
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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]
