The Right Hand Path - Running
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skerenTitle: Running
Set: The Right Hand Path
Series: FF7
Note: … I do believed I’m doomed.
Part One
Part Two
From the point of the questioning session on, it seemed that some precedent had been set. He’d be armed if they were attacked, but otherwise Cloud ended up with charge over his blade. He himself was in left with the Restore, Heal, and Barrier that they’d come across in the last few months. Defense and healing alone while they both made sure to keep an eye on him, to watch him for signs of instability. The blond occasionally showed that growling glare of his when the whispers flared up.
At times they grew loud enough in his sleep that they woke him, bringing him alert and looking frantically around for the source of the dialogue even as he struggled not to move so quickly that he woke the other two. It almost always woke Cloud anyway, but he still tried.
It would do him no good to regain their trust simply to turn on them again.
If nothing else, if he were to listen again, he wanted to know that he’d bring them with him. He could see that as the largest flaw of the prior game that he’d been the piece for. He’d been alone. It had made him vulnerable and had doomed him even as he’d lit the first fire.
For now though, it was of no consequence.
They had kept on the move, something that had led to far too much thought since cities were something unsafe for them all. Conversations had started stilted, and had moved on to uneven, only to finally turn into Zack talking just to fill the heavy silence.
He’d shorn his hair short so he wouldn’t be recognized immediately by those who had seen him before.
Zack had been stunned, and he still wasn’t certain if he’d been touched over his foresight, angry that he’d dare do such a thing, or if it had been perhaps both, over his actions. He’d gone on at length about how that hadn’t been necessary. He’d stopped when Cloud had sided with the smallest of them, pointing out quietly that the banner of hair was known to be the Silver General’s.
Even with years behind them, they were still caught under the weight of his title. One lone city hadn’t been enough to crush the reputation. On finding evidence that a SOLDIER had destroyed it, there had been no concerned ear given to the survivors. No, they’d been written off as a city of rebels and Shinra had, in turn, tightened its grip on the world. Thus, most cities were lost to them.
That was why he was staring up at a starred sky, the night in the pitch black that only comes from the moonless dark. The trees had never looked more unfriendly.
He’d woken to the whispers again, this time not bringing the blond to alert. Either he was more deeply asleep than usual, or the She-voice had finally realized that a sneakier approach would be needed. In light of how quickly she’d quieted when he became fully alert, he’d vouch for the second of the options. Not that he had been asked.
He folded his hands in front of his bent legs, head tipped back so his short hair didn’t get in his way as he stared upwards. It was amazingly spiky. His bangs had apparently been some indication that only the weight of the mass kept it tame. It made him look more like the other two, and he wasn’t certain how to take that.
He wasn’t certain how to take anything, but he refused to let the She-voice make him go on alone again. No, this time if he started the game, he would have pieces of his own as well.
First though, he’d learn how to get their trust again.
Set: The Right Hand Path
Series: FF7
Note: … I do believed I’m doomed.
Part One
Part Two
From the point of the questioning session on, it seemed that some precedent had been set. He’d be armed if they were attacked, but otherwise Cloud ended up with charge over his blade. He himself was in left with the Restore, Heal, and Barrier that they’d come across in the last few months. Defense and healing alone while they both made sure to keep an eye on him, to watch him for signs of instability. The blond occasionally showed that growling glare of his when the whispers flared up.
At times they grew loud enough in his sleep that they woke him, bringing him alert and looking frantically around for the source of the dialogue even as he struggled not to move so quickly that he woke the other two. It almost always woke Cloud anyway, but he still tried.
It would do him no good to regain their trust simply to turn on them again.
If nothing else, if he were to listen again, he wanted to know that he’d bring them with him. He could see that as the largest flaw of the prior game that he’d been the piece for. He’d been alone. It had made him vulnerable and had doomed him even as he’d lit the first fire.
For now though, it was of no consequence.
They had kept on the move, something that had led to far too much thought since cities were something unsafe for them all. Conversations had started stilted, and had moved on to uneven, only to finally turn into Zack talking just to fill the heavy silence.
He’d shorn his hair short so he wouldn’t be recognized immediately by those who had seen him before.
Zack had been stunned, and he still wasn’t certain if he’d been touched over his foresight, angry that he’d dare do such a thing, or if it had been perhaps both, over his actions. He’d gone on at length about how that hadn’t been necessary. He’d stopped when Cloud had sided with the smallest of them, pointing out quietly that the banner of hair was known to be the Silver General’s.
Even with years behind them, they were still caught under the weight of his title. One lone city hadn’t been enough to crush the reputation. On finding evidence that a SOLDIER had destroyed it, there had been no concerned ear given to the survivors. No, they’d been written off as a city of rebels and Shinra had, in turn, tightened its grip on the world. Thus, most cities were lost to them.
That was why he was staring up at a starred sky, the night in the pitch black that only comes from the moonless dark. The trees had never looked more unfriendly.
He’d woken to the whispers again, this time not bringing the blond to alert. Either he was more deeply asleep than usual, or the She-voice had finally realized that a sneakier approach would be needed. In light of how quickly she’d quieted when he became fully alert, he’d vouch for the second of the options. Not that he had been asked.
He folded his hands in front of his bent legs, head tipped back so his short hair didn’t get in his way as he stared upwards. It was amazingly spiky. His bangs had apparently been some indication that only the weight of the mass kept it tame. It made him look more like the other two, and he wasn’t certain how to take that.
He wasn’t certain how to take anything, but he refused to let the She-voice make him go on alone again. No, this time if he started the game, he would have pieces of his own as well.
First though, he’d learn how to get their trust again.