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 Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 1:50 pm
AVALANCHER Living Quarters
Although much of this area has fallen into disuse and decay, the greater part of it has recently been cleaned out and refurbished to include the basic minimums of human comfort. These chambers are also built into the earth, tunneling deep into the unlevel ridges and rises of the canyon with much of their illumination being strictly faulty wiring and candlelight.
Though it is obvious that once upon a time the rooms were shared with more than one person, the smaller numbers now allow for one room per person.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 7:42 pm
“…so you’re leaving tonight?”
It had not been easy, broaching the subject to a son that had stayed by her side for so many years, always seeking out her kind touches and affections, wanting to help, doting on her and protecting her from herself as much as from anything else. The boy had grown to love her as one could only love their mother.
It was heartbreaking, therefore, to discover all of three years ago, when he was eleven, that the worldwide vestiges of the epidemic called Geostigma had taken hold of him, and ran ugly bruises over his chest and one knee of his leg. She took care of him in his weakest moments just as passionately as she always took care of him. And they had an inseparable bond with one another.
That’s why… this hurt so much.
“Bosso didn’t even tell me how long I’d be gone,” she seemed perturbed by the nameless time limit. But cheered herself up in the next moment. “Still! That means it may take less time than it seems. Though I’ll be getting there by dawn anyway. It’s a long trip.” She pursed her lips thoughtfully, pausing with a fork against her cheek, and the forgotten piece of goulash smearing her face with the spicy brown sauce several shades darker than her mocha complexion.
“Mom,” the boy sitting across the small table from her sighed. “You’re talking to yourself again. And how many times do I have to tell you not to play with your food, hmm?” He brandished a spoon in her general direction.
She started at his voice and grinned as his words dawned on her. “Ohee?” she breathed and plopped the piece of meat in her mouth before clanging her fork against his spoon in challenge. Her son rolled his eyes but as she quickly twisted her fork and tossed his spoon from his fingers and across the table, his jaw dropped and he picked up a butter knife—joining the joust with a playful battle cry.
Dinner was finished far later than it should have been, and in the end, mother and son packed up Rikk’s small pack together. She always traveled light, thank Gaia, so it wasn’t that big of an ordeal. Still, she lingered longer than perhaps she should in order to make sure that everything was in order, and that he would have enough food and money to keep himself well sustained for up to a week. Then she left with a tearful embrace and kiss atop his head.
She hiked until the moon was high in the night sky, and was a good distance from the AVALANCHE headquarters. There, in a secluded section of woods, a vehicle was waiting for her that would take her towards the shore in the next two hours. Then she would board a small plane that would land her in Junon by dawn.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 10:32 am
Damien sat quietly on his bed, his gaze was fixed upon an open closet before him. The multi-colored eyed man did not even seem to budge for the slightest thing. A moment passed, and a small vibration came from his pocket. His eyes broke away from the closet as he reached into one of his pant pockets, slidding the phone open and clicking the latest text message that had appeared. All it read was 'Costa', and just as simple as the message was, it was his new orders and it was time for the ex- SOLDIER to move out.
He stood from the bed, grabbing the few things that he needed from his night stand, and made his way towards his,closet. Damien reached inside, flicking a light switch on. As the light filled the tiny closet space, his eyes once more were caught in a dead lock. A SOLDIER hung rather neatly on a hanger, seemed to stare back at the man. There was a hitch in his breathing, as he gently ran his hand over the fine Shinra hand made suit. Even he could admit that Shinras uniforms had always amazed him.
They were always so Sharp and alluring to him. Ever since he was just a young adult and laid eyes on one, he knew that one day he would wear one proudly. The sweet memory lasted only a minute or two, and then it was back to reality. It was back to the bittersweet taste of life, and once more he grew hateful of Shinra. A company he blamed for taking his life away.
"Someday..." He muttered in reassurance to himself. Something that he had to do rather often for his own sake. Damien removed his hand and shut the closet door. Another day that he would lock his personal demons away and try to forget them. The man turned from the closet and grabbing the rest of his gear, he was out the door and on his way to Costa.
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