Mirai_Raine37
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- Posted: Wed, 30 Jan 2013 17:41:06 +0000
Artimis Rayne ¤
•Where?: Desert Valley
•Who?: No one
•Feeling?: Resigned
•What?: Driving in a Sand Storm...
urgh it will take weeks to wash all of the sand out...xD
•Inventory?: Ignis, cell phone, 5 Fire Materia, 1 summoning materia, 3 Healing Materia & 3 Elixirs,
Nice loot: Fenrir, Cloud's Fusion Blade
•Who?: No one
•Feeling?: Resigned
•What?: Driving in a Sand Storm...
urgh it will take weeks to wash all of the sand out...xD
•Inventory?: Ignis, cell phone, 5 Fire Materia, 1 summoning materia, 3 Healing Materia & 3 Elixirs,
Nice loot: Fenrir, Cloud's Fusion Blade
"What is love? What is compassion? Are they important to this conversation? Are they useful in life...? Are they useful for you?"
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The thrumming rumble of Fenrir's engine sounded like thunder rumbling in a cloudy sky. Artimis had set off away from her target of looting, having left behind her old bike and Zack. She did not know if that really is the guy's real name like that Cloaked figure said or not. 'Ange' hadn't been much of a help during her looting, he had the reflexes of a fighter but it is is like he doesn't know how he is doing some of them. Maybe she should have brought him along with her since he is suffering from some sort of Amnesiea. If that were the case she should have taken him with her to a hospital as a mental patient. But what is done is done. At least she left him with a means of transportation rather then abandoning him entirely. There had to be that much in it, He also has her contact number should he wish to call her for some reason. But hey whatever, she had a new bike and a lot of new and cool loot to sort out, sell and make money off of. She wasn't entirely sure what she is gonna do with this Fusion Blade. It had at least 6 or 7 blades that combine into one big heavy blade. Each blade had materia infused in it, which meant that each blade had its own powers. She would have to experiment to see what weapon does what. Until then she would eternally use her own weapon. Ignis has yet to fail her in any combat.
She drove through a waste land, cracked earth and dunes here and there with jutting rocks in this dry valley. Fenrir left a rising dust trail in its wake as she traveled freely. Midgar had to be another 30 minutes away, at least it is almost sun down. The heat is broiling in the desert. She had pulled her hood up over her head and wore her traveling gargles. Fenrir has good boosters on it as she had experimented with it's speed and capabilities. For a little while she had noticed a certain haze in the distance and at first she passed it off as heat waves but now she saw what it really was. A wall of sand, or at least best way to describe a low fast traveling cloud moving over the plains. A Sand storm, and no shelter in the immediate area to camp out the storm. She had tried to take an alternate rout to go around the storm but now it seems that she has no choise but to go through it. She gritted her teeth with resignation as she steered Fenrir to go into the storm, huddling down over the large bike and tightening her cloak around her for further protection against the sting of the harsh winds and sand that would soon pelt and overwhelming her. It is gonna take at least a week to wash all of the sand out of her hair, not to mention from places she never knew she had. It is difficult to see in the storm, all she could do is slow her speed and struggle against the blasting winds and try and avoid hitting rocks or going over any cliffs as she weathered the storm.
She drove through a waste land, cracked earth and dunes here and there with jutting rocks in this dry valley. Fenrir left a rising dust trail in its wake as she traveled freely. Midgar had to be another 30 minutes away, at least it is almost sun down. The heat is broiling in the desert. She had pulled her hood up over her head and wore her traveling gargles. Fenrir has good boosters on it as she had experimented with it's speed and capabilities. For a little while she had noticed a certain haze in the distance and at first she passed it off as heat waves but now she saw what it really was. A wall of sand, or at least best way to describe a low fast traveling cloud moving over the plains. A Sand storm, and no shelter in the immediate area to camp out the storm. She had tried to take an alternate rout to go around the storm but now it seems that she has no choise but to go through it. She gritted her teeth with resignation as she steered Fenrir to go into the storm, huddling down over the large bike and tightening her cloak around her for further protection against the sting of the harsh winds and sand that would soon pelt and overwhelming her. It is gonna take at least a week to wash all of the sand out of her hair, not to mention from places she never knew she had. It is difficult to see in the storm, all she could do is slow her speed and struggle against the blasting winds and try and avoid hitting rocks or going over any cliffs as she weathered the storm.
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".... Bored Now...I guess that means it's time to die..."