Inter Somnium {Stavvy and Thor. collab} (Always Accepting)

[Stavvy]

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The sun rose on a dusty dawn. Lizards scurried from their various hiding spots as a truck drove down the dirt road. Some non-descript cd played at a noticeable volume, which Catherin unconsciously tuned out. She wondered how far this man would take her. He seemed a nice enough fellow, had offered her a ride, which she normally wouldn’t take, but he had no weapons visible, and at least no bodies readily apparent. At this point she felt like she could defend herself from one guy, and if she played tough, the man wouldn’t even touch her. She had her knife clearly readied, but her eyes told that she hadn’t killed a single thing, nor even gotten into a fight before. Hopefully this man wouldn’t pick up her fear, but it didn’t matter. What was done was done, and like she thought before, the man seems friendly enough.

“So where were you headed?” The man asks, looking over and the girl who sighed silently at the whipping wind.

“Town.” She said simply, implying she didn’t honestly know. The man had tried to speak a few times, to strike up some kind of conversation, but Catherin wanted none of it. Sure, she might as well have been using this man, but he’d return the favor to someone else anyway.

“Closest town is the next city, Wisten. That ok?”

She said nothing, the only approval was a shrug. She slid her head down to rest on an arm which rested on an open window. They didn’t speak again until they reached Wisten. He dropped her off at a train station, it seemed as logical as anywhere else. “Be careful, ok?” The man said, still showing interest oddly enough.

“Yeah. Thanks.” She said as she gave a half bow to the man. He drove off. She sighed again and checked the contents of her bag once more. Her belt, which held a medium sized knife and a revolver she picked up off a broken down gunstore, was secure. She started to scout out the town, instinctively looking for a place to eat.

 

[Shinra]

It was a sort of a hazy dawn as Renn and his bandmates awoke... The rolled up their Sleeping bags and placed them into the back of Renn's old and beaten SUV, along with all their band supplies, Amps, Guitars, Drumset, you all know the like... Then piled right into their seats, and Renn wearily jammed his key into the slot of the steering wheel which ignited the engine. With a few coughs of chalky black smoke, the Vehicle pulled onto the road. We gotta get to that rally in Wisten otherwise We won't have money for fuel or food. Renn's stomach grumbled, then followed by the other Growls of his Bandmates... John the bassman busted out a small plastic bag full of energy bars. He gave one each to his bandmates than one to himself... They all unwrapped then bit into the crunchy, choclatey bars, and their stomachs began buzzing at a low tone. "We need something real to eat." Renn said. It was a lone statement, no one responded.
The light of dawn was beginning to fade and Renn pulled his sunglasses flaps down.

 

[Thor.]

James tried to steady his breathing as he held his pistol at eye level with his fallen opponent. It was a bluff, the pistol didn't have a bullet to put in the man laying on the ground in front of him, but the steel pipe still lying next to the hand that James had placed his boot on was reason enough to be careful. Showing no expression on his own face James tried to read the man. There was definitely fear, but in these days that didn't mean much. Everyone was afraid now, everyone was sure they would be the next one to fall to the terrible disease that had wiped the face of the planet clean of society. James picked up the pipe and sighed. Whether the man really feared him or not was irrelevant. He had things James needed, and he had proven quite capable in a fight.

Wishing he had bullets James moved his foot from the man's hand to his throat. The man began to struggle but froze, the pistol was still trained on his forehead. James shook his head and drew the rusty pipe back for a powerful swing. He genuinely hoped this would be quick. The man didn't need to suffer. The thuds of metal splitting skin and colliding with bone echoed across the empty street. This town had once been a thriving nest of human activity, then it became a quarantine zone, immediately after that it became a ghost town. The signs still warned that infected lived there, still warded off anyone without a reason to visit. But James knew the signs by now. There had been no soldiers watching the perimeter, not so much as a quickly deputized citizen. He had hoped the town was empty. It might as well have been. James came to from his deep reverie as the man stopped twitching.

The bastard had thought it his duty to protect the town, the homes of the people he used to live with. But canned goods and weapons were no good to the dead. And James had been low.

James dropped the bloody pipe and picked up his pack of looted goods. The nearest town would be Wisten. James hadn't slept for a day or so and he knew that the only way he'd be able to really rest was in the care of some of the bleeding hearts that still thought stationary living was a viable option. He smiled softly as his shoes crunched through the rubble. They were good people. Not smart. But good people.

Wisten wasn't much but it would do. All he wanted was a bed and a charitable person to 'uphold the law' as he slept. He walked along the sidewalk, seeing cars and foot traffic was a strange thing for a drifter like James. No matter how many times he found himself in polite society he would never get used to it. He offered a passing girl a winning smile what he got in return was lukewarm but not hostile. If a woman hadn't taken his leering as a threat then he could be fairly certain there was at least a small amount of order in Wisten. "Good" James said. Out loud, just to hear the sound of his voice. A loner learns to keep himself company.

 

[Lone]

A cool wind rustled the top of the tent. Gilbert lay on a small mattress under a tarp tent. The tent was hasteily put up with a bit of rope. The matress was already on the ground when Gilbert layed upon it. Obviously he checked it before getting on it. He opened his eyes to a cloudless sky with a cool breeze. Birds were twittering back and forth to each other. He was laying in a small clearing in the middle of a small forest. He was about three miles from the town of Wisten. Gilbert got up and began to break camp. He took down the tarp and folded it into a small square. He tied it up with the rope he had set it up with. A small fire pit was made and there where smoldering cinders within it.

Gilbert reached for his pack and stuffed the tarp inside. He had a normal size pack it had a few small compartments and two large compartments. Inside the first was the now folded tarp as well as some matches, lighter fluid, and a small frying pan with a set of silver wear and some cooking utensils. In the other compartment was some clothes a couple cans of food and a small envelope with about 600 dollars of cash in it. Inside the smaller pockets were bits and bobs like tooth paste and a brush, deoderant, a small bottle of shampoo, a book, a radio and a few other needed things.

Gilbert looked off to his left, a silver 10 speed bike stood up against a tree. It had a large basket on the back in which he set his pack. Gilbert loaded up and set to finding the road to the town. Upon finding it he hopped onto the bike and began to peddle. The bike had come from an old bike shop that had run down, that was also where he got the 600 dollars. The other things he had found in a cabin in the woods not far from his home town. He was getting low in supplies and he just needed a bed and bath to stay at for a few days. Ahead of him the town was coming into view over the top of a hill. "Well i'm almost there." he said looking glad.

 

[AxelYoYo]

Alicia stood on the top of the ruined Safeway, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. The day before, she had just ran out of food-and it was time to go get some more. She had set up camp in what was once a small country side town, its name unknown.

She set four bullets into her sniper and set it back on the hoslter on her belt. Then she stepped back a little a couple feet, then ran full speed and jumped off the building. Barely any wind flew past her before she landed on the ground below. She had landed in a crouch, emiting a small bit of pain in her ankle. She ignore it and got to her feet. She turned back to the Safeway, saddened that the whole store had already been looted. There were three more restraunts around and Alicia thought she had saw a 7-Eleven, but she wasn't sure. She fingered the trigger of her gun and ran through the town searching for food.

 

[Stavvy]

Catherin stifled a yawn as she sat down at a small coffee shop. She sipped her espresso and grimaced. Bitter. She needed the energy and she needed to be awake. She wasn’t sure how she’d pay for this nor was she really sure about what to do next, it didn’t matter. She watched for the waiter to go back to greet another customer and hopped over the tiny guardrail.

She felt slightly on edge due in part from the new area as well as the caffeine, she shook her head and almost stumbled to the ground. Her breath was labored for a moment and her vision blurred then flashed to white. “uhg. . .Maybe that wasn’t the best of ideas. . .” She knew that there was a place she could go for at least a cold meal and maybe a bed. She kneeled for a few more seconds before standing. With a hand against a wall, she made her way to one of the shelters.

 

[Thor.]

James hummed to himself as he walked down the relatively crowded streets of the town. He had to admit that despite all of the problems that arise from living in large groups, he'd certainly missed having other human beings around. He looked over a few more of the passers by, they all seemed the same to him. Nothing new, nothing exciting. A few of the girls that he saw would be worth giving a smile or two, but they were cold at best. There had no doubt been trouble in the past with travelers who had not seen a healthy female in too long a time and he even understood, possibly sympathized, still it would be nice to talk to someone again. Normal human conversations were his weakness, he could live without the sex, without the protection and peace of mind that others bring to a traveler, but he missed talking. The art of speech was beginning to become a dead one in this cruel world. James sighed and walked on.

A girl was leaning against a wall ahead. He could tell she was tired, she probably needed the help of a kind stranger far more than he needed the company of one. So it would be more than a fair trade to bother this girl for a little human interaction as long as he kept her safe on the road to wherever she was going. Not that he was sure he would win any fight that might come along, James wasn't fond of relying on his useless firearm to bluff, and one never should fight a battle they aren't sure they can win. Still just standing next to her would probably keep anyone who would harass her at bay. Well anyone else in any case. James searched his mind for the best thing to say. As dirty and imposing as he knew he looked he would have to be pretty damn charming to get her to trust him. First impressions would be key, he needed her to be listening and not looking if he wanted this to work out. Or perhaps he was overthinking it

And who knew. She was pretty and he could be charming. You can never discount the possibility of a little chivalry getting you laid.

"You look like you could use a little assistance." James had decided that was nonthreatening. Not too strong or clingy, not too condescending. The perfect mixture of concern and appropriate social distance. He was definitely overthinking it.

 

[lionheart06]

"All I wanted was a shower and some fcuking sleep!" Max, fumed to himself as he reassembled the handgun that he had just taken. He didn't really need to check it, but he liked to be certain. It would suck if he actually needed it and it jammed on him. Then again, that old man wouldn't have tried to use it on him if it wasn't functional. The gun clicked as Max pushed the full magazine back into the Heckler & Koch USP, which was followed by a cocking noise. The gun was now ready to be put in it's holster, but not before activating the safety of course. Max was still a little miffed with what had transgressed a couple hours prior. He was one and a half ways through his list of desires before he was very rudely interrupted.

He grabbed a key off the counter as he walked toward the motorcycle that he had discovered. It was quite beautiful bike too, the build showing that it had definitely come form a time long past. It was custom, that was for sure. With the exception of the headlights, the bike was completely black. It was painted with a matte finish, the color reminded him of carbon, or coal. Max mounted the motorcycle and slid the key into the ignition. The fifty-something year old sports bike came to life, roaring as Max revved the throttle to test the engine. It was surprisingly well taken care of for such an old machine.

If that old man hadn't made an attempt at Max's life as he slept, he would have actually felt bad for beating the living daylights out of him...and stealing some of his supplies...and his bike. Call it karma. "He better be glad I'm considerate." Which is true, he could have killed him and taken everything that he could fit in his bag. Well he had already done the latter, the former wasn't necessary. Mr. Powers' backpack is definitely heavier than it was then the old man had let him into the house. "Well back on the road." Talking to himself was a habit he had developed over the last seven years that he had been on his own, not often that you find people to talk to nowadays. They wither want nothing to do with you, or they try to take your life. After adjusting his belongings one more time to ensure comfort, Max pulled the throttle, the bike roared yet again as he sped away from the house. Not at all dissimilar to many others before that. Although the bulk of his departures were more amicable than his most recent.

After about an hour of riding, Max finally made it to Winsten. He passed by a coffee shop. A girl about his age, rather cute actually, had hopped over the handrail and headed down the street. He laughed a bit as he figured that she had just skipped her check. This was confirmed by the waiter that had walked to the table that was once occupied. Max shook his head and laughed a little bit more as the confusion on that man's face turned to anger. Sure it was messed up, but it felt good to laugh, it was definitely something that needed to happen more often. Everyone was so morose and gloomy nowadays. Now, he simply needed to find a roof so that he could regain some of that sleep that he lost from the night before.

 

[Aliahya]

Lillian Ricks, watched quaintly as the city passed itself by, she had made it to Wisten. Her feet were utterly sore and her face appeared red and bruised. She looked over the bridge onto the pasty city around her… “Here to home” she said in nothing more then a whisper.

She began to walk…each step become slightly more heavy…she needed a place to stay…hell she needed something to eat. Akwardly she dug deep into her pockets only to find a few pieces of tin metal and salt packet… “Better then nothing” she ripped it open and swallowed hard, the tiny crystals made their way further down her throat, drying up every last inch of water.

Releasing a sigh, she continued her walk. Her eyes becoming more and more weary as she moved. Scuffing her feet along the deadened ground she arrived at a long street. Out of no where a motocycle raced past her. The dust blew past her as she rolled her eyes. Her walked continued, when she saw a café. But a slight commotion was going down. Her hand on her gun, she watched, a girl slightly older then her, jumped the railing and bolted down the road. Following her she noticed a man also quicken his pace. Keeping her silence she watched as the girl leant up against the wall. The dirty looking man, stood a distance from her, yet from a first glance this was not exactly a considerate place…or world even.

“You look like you could use a little assistance” Lillian became slightly apprehensive of the stranger…

“I don’t think rape was on her agenda” she walked out towards him, glaring, with a swift movement of her hand she produced one of her hand guns. Looking back at the girl she directed her question "Are you alright?" with added fearfulness...

What was she doing, she had no clue. It only took her a few minutes to realise that she would probably be shot in the next minute or so...

She breathed in deeply...at least she did one noble thing before she died she bargined with herself

 

[Mistearea]

TK stands on top of what used to be a fairly quick train that always held some type of cargo. There was barely anything left, and what was left had already spoiled. He sighs at his luck as he pulls out the last can of meat from a pocket on his cargo pants. He quickly pries the lid off and looks at what is called "Potted Meat". He smiles at the delicacy that is to be his and scoops a small amount of it into his mouth. The flavor of mixed beef, chicken and pork by-products fills his mouth and causes him to salivate until he hears the crashing of metal off to his side. He quickly slides the can into a smaller pocket and runs towards the noise with his hand on the blade that he managed to rip from some lawnmower. His steps echo through the metal and causes the sounds to stop just as he jumps and lands on the car with the sound.

He stares down into the opening and blinks when he sees only a small cardboard box out of place from where he threw it. He sighs as he drops down into the compartment where a nearly inaudible yelp sounds. Judging by the pitch of the sound and the size of the box, TK puts the blade back into his belt and picks up the box. His blue eyes quickly fall onto what appears to be a set of identical twins around the age of thirteen. The sight of the two girls brings a slight ping to his heart even as one stands up as if to defend the other. TK looks to the one still on the floor and notices a gash running down the side of her left leg and what looks to be the early signs of an infection, not something one would want to see while eating potted meat. Still, this forced TK to spring into action by falling to a knee and reaching into another pocket. From this one he pulls out a bottle of water that he managed to find in some random store a while back and a ripped shirt that he used to wear.

"Be still for a second. I'll help with that gash a little bit."

With that he empties half of the bottle on the wound, rubbing at random times with the shirt to get some of the stuff out of it, and then ties off the leg just above the infection. He tells the girl to prepare herself for a little pain and grips the blade from his side. He pushes down on it and watches as a mixture of blood and some other substance starts to pour out. He presses down, ignoring the cries of pain from the girl, and manages to get the rest of the gunk out of the wound before dousing it with a little more water and tying the shirt around it to make some sort of bandage. He smiles at his work as he puts the blade away and pulls out his last bottle of water. He hands this one to what appears to be the older and more protective sister and tells her to share it with the other girl as they walk.

"Walk? What do you mean, 'walk'? We're not leaving this place. We still might find some food!"
"Trust me. I already checked every car. There is no food here, just what I have with me."

With those words he pulls out the can of meat and hands it to the standing girl as well as he shifts the injured one onto his back for easy hoisting. With the girl on his back he grabs the nearly empty bottle of water and takes a small gulp from it before sliding it back into his pocket. Wisten wasn't too far out from where he was heading, but the girl on his back needed medical attention badly and a town like Wisten was sure to have what she needed, and possibly a place for him to replenish supplies. He finally jumps from the car and lands hard but sturdily and turns to help the other girl only to watch her leap gracefully down. TK smiles at this and begins to walk with the girl at her side.

"Say, what's your name, Mister?"
"Not sure. I can't remember anything past a certain point. I think there was someone important though, not really sure. What about you?"
"Alex. The one sleeping on your back is my sister Sam. Where are we going?"
"There's a town not too far away from here called Wisten. Sam here needs to get her leg looked at and I need more supplies."
"Alright, TK. I guess this means that we're sticking with you for a while. You seem nice enough and really want to help."
"TK? Is that my name?"
"Nope, I don't think so. But that's what it says on your hat so that's what I'll call you."

TK smiles at the fact that he once more has a name and shifts the sleeping girl into a more comfortable spot on his back. Evidently the girls have been near others until recently because most would have run or attacked when he would try to help the way that he did. Still, the two needed to be some place safe and the towns were considered to be the safest places around. He smiles at the irony in his mind about how he forsakes safety and just drifts around, looking for any clue as to who he is. His concentration is broken abruptly though the instant the girl asks why he wears the mask over his face. He hesitates for only a second before lowering the fabric to reveal the scar that takes up a large degree of his face. The gasp tells him that the girl notices it so he slides the mask back into place and tells her that not many people would accept a person with a scar these days because it could stand for something bad.

 

[Stavvy]

The white overcame her vision for a few more moments, she heard voices that felt distant despite being close. She thought she heard two, and tried to raise her heard to look at the originators. She shook her head and breathed deeply before finally seeing the two; a largely built man in a long coat and a girl dressed pretty much in all black. “I. . . I’m ok.” She said as she stood slowly. “Thanks though, both of you.” With a slight bow, she sort of brushed past the two, a little embarrassed with how the situation had panned out. The man was merely trying to help, as was the woman, but she could manage on her own. Just a few more blocks to where she had heard a shelter was.

The building looked more like an old motel than a place of recovery. Possibly because it was an old motel before becoming a shelter. A bed is a bed she thought with another sigh, her joints still hurt from the car ride but after a bit of waiting, a woman lead her to a bed in one of the rooms. The room had no door from the hallway, and was supposed to only have two smaller beds in it. Instead, the floor of the room had blankets strewn around and a few pillows. But hey, it’s better than the ground, if only by a bit. She thanked the woman and laid down, trying to get a bit of sleep.

 

[Thor.]

"Well, now you've gone and scared her off." James shook his head and laughed. The girl standing in front of him was certainly interesting. Interesting was good, it meant less of the same old brutal, boring, life. He looked her up and down. Pretty, tough and even more interstingly noble. She hardly looked ready for the hell of a fight he would give her if he felt threatened. James frowned as he thought back to his life. Had he ever been that foolish? That kind? Or had he been born the heartless bastard he had become, and was the disaster the struck the world just an excuse for his true nature?

He shrugged the internal conflict off and smiled at the pretty woman in front of him. "You did a very fine thing there. Considering how quickly I could kill you." He stepped closer to the girl moving the gun aside with his hand. "But I didn't mean to hurt anyone, not even anyone who threatened me with a gun so..." He turned and began to walk away. She was interesting, but would no doubt react poorly to him trying to strike up a conversation with her. He shook his head. A shame too. He found himself wondering what kind of life the girl had lived that she thought she could make it in this world protecting everyone.

 

[AxelYoYo]

Jumping off her last looted building, Alicia made her way back to the Safeway. She remembered seeing a couple maps on he floor near the entrance. Or maybe some rat had come and took it for it's bed. Deciding to check again, Alicia went back inside the store, happy to find the maps where she had last saw them. She picked up all of them, flipping through and examining them.

She was in a small town called "Coheo", several miles from L.A. The nearest town was a place called Wisten. She smirked, the closest to a smile. Alicia put her gun back in it's holster and slid the map on to her belt loop. It crinkled a little, giving off an old-like smell. She made sure that she had everything.

"Oh!" A golden locket fell out of her pocket. Alicia bent down to pick it up. She held the locket tightly in her hand, staring at it and remembering the "golden days". A.K.A, the days and months and years before Cita. Her family, her friends, her life, her fiance',Greg, and her brother, Marik. Her dear, dear brother. His picture, along with her father and mother in one, was inside the tiny compartment. She held the locket to her lips and kissed it.

"Marik, I hope.... You're out there," she looked out at the blank desert, her eyes illed with longing."I hope you're alive."

 

[Aliahya]

“Well now you’ve gone and scared her off” the strange man with the trench coat said…He was joking, it was strange to see someone make a joke let alone laugh at the time on hand. Her eyes remained focused as he looked her up and down. “You did a very fine thing there. Considering how quickly I could kill you”

He stepped closer and moved the gun away. “But I didn’t mean to hurt anyone, not even anyone who threatened me with a gun so…” The man turned and started to walk away. But Lillian wanted to stop him, she had been alone for a long time, perhaps a companion would not go afar.

“I’m sorry” she tucked the gun in the belt. “I acted on impulse…I apologise” she waited to see if he replied to her or not. She thought it best to say one more thing “My name is Lillian…”

 

[Thor.]

James heard the woman's voice call out to him as he walked down the street away from her. He smiled. Well at least he would get a conversation out of that mess. He stopped and turned around after she offered her name. He walked the few steps that he had walked away from her and smiled back at her. "There's no reason to apologize. I know the world can be a dangerous place. And I am sure I do look very threatening." He offered his hand out to shake.

"My name is James. It is very nice to meet you." He grinned.

 

[Mistearea]

All of a sudden TK sneezes hard and threatens to drop the girl on his back. He quickly catches her and slides her back into place only to have her wake up and look at the man. She smiles at the fact that she no longer has to walk on her own and looks to her sister walking next to the man. As anyone that was polite he told the man the most basic of phrases after one sneezes and looks around the area again. Evidently the place that the girls were at before was long behind them, granted you could still see the train, and getting further away. The man that held onto her was evidently fast despite the weight of his gear and her own weight.

"I'm glad to see that you're okay. Does your leg still hurt?"
"A little, but not nearly as much as before. Thank you for your help, Mister."
"Your sister here gave me the name 'TK', so just call me that."

The girl looks at the one walking confused so TK tells what he knows of himself to the girl on his back, just as he has done to the girl walking. His spirits suddenly rise as something appears over the horizon that makes him think of new supplies. As a result he picks the other girl up and begins to run as fast and as hard as he can. As one would expect he quickly tires himself out but he does manage to get to the store where several windows are broken and trash litters the area. He smiles at the sight and walks into the building only to see that a large amount of stuff has already been taken and a few beds litter the grounds near the walls. He thinks things through really fast before setting the girl down on one of the beds and tells her to take a nap before telling the other girl to try and find some water or something. Once the girls start doing what they are asked he walks to the main door and takes out his own blade as if in preparation to defend the area.

 

[lionheart06]

Max let out a breath as he gently twisted the throttle of his bike again. He looked around as he rode slowly down the streets, passing by the buildings and the few people walking the streets. He turned his head straight and into his sight popped that same girl from the coffee shop, but she had company this time. A tall man in a brown trench coat had approached her. Max could tell from the way the jacket hung that he was of a more lanky build.

The man in the trench coat had asked her something, but it was inaudible from this distance. Luckily for Max, one of the many things that his father had taught him was how to read lips. "Trenchcoat" had asked the girl if she needed help. The look on his face did tell, however, that he had ulterior motives. Although, that wasn't really any of his concern, so long as he hadn't done anything particularly brash while he was passing anyways.

Apparently, it wouldn't be necessary for him to do anything anyways. Another girl had provided the tall man an answer, followed by the threat of a bullet in the face. It seemed as though she was protecting the tired girl from her new friend, actually, suitor would be more appropriate. Regardless, this new girl's actions were quite admirable in this day and age.

Max slowed his bike to a stop and watched form afar. While he couldn't hear anything, he would like to see how this exchange would play out. He assessed the three of them with no particular goal in mind, though it would be entertaining to see the outcome. Would the leather clad gunslinger girl give the tall guy a new hole to breathe out of? Or would the tall man manage to get out of this pickle that he has put himself into? What about the coffee thief? Better yet, where did she go?

It didn't really matter as she had probably headed for the shelter down the street. Max then returned his attention to the tall drifter and the femme fatale. The man in the coat had pushed the handgun out of his face. It seems that the lady in the leather wasn't quite as trigger happy as she appeared. Max was surprised, he would never pull a weapon on someone that he hadn't intended on putting a serious hurt on. Actions like that could get you killed. Not smart on the girl's part. Luckily for her, the man in the coat wasn't in a violent mood. Strangely enough, he attempted to strike up a conversation with her before walking away. However, he was brought back by the girl's response. "Aww, they made friends." Max had said to himself, his expression was topped with a pinch of sarcasm. He wondered how long it would take for them to notice they were being watched.

 

[Stavvy]

A single rectangle of light filtered through the darkness. A womanlike shade stood in front of the light. Her back was straight and her chin held high, she carried an air of authority and power that she had been accustomed to for years. It was apparent that she was higher up in whatever chain of control she belonged to. She brought her hand out, her arm fully extended. For a second, her fingertips glowed and at once a slew of rectangles of light appeared to her right. The boxes showed graphs, lists, video feeds as well as a few other things. She moved through these boxes with ease, brushing some aside, moving some to the foreground and some back, dismissing others. With a gesture, she dismissed all of the screens and spoke. “S5 confirmed; begin.”

 

[Aliahya]

"There's no reason to apologize. I know the world can be a dangerous place. And I am sure I do look very threatening."

“Quite” she joked with him… “The trenchcoat, says it all” she smiled, but her voice remained seemingly cold and hardened

“My name is James. It is very nice to meet you”

“Your awfully polite for this day and age…” she stated still wary of the stranger, now known apparently as James… Lillian’s eyes flickered towards the eavesdropper whom was hiding in the shadow…

“Well…I guess I will see you around” she gave him a dead smile… with a raise of eyebrows in the direction of the eavesdropper …

 

[Shinra]

Renn and his bandmates soon arrived in the city... Many surrounded them because they liiked the music they played... because it reminded them of the age of reason...Where people reached for their dreams and it was Renn's Dedication That he brought these pieces from the past because he had a philosophy of figuring out the past to pave the way for the future... The fans had clogged their way to the stage... atleast there was a clear path to the stage for the real celebrities in the past... un barricaded fans usually ended up with accidents. Renn finally rolled down his window and yelled: "Hey! If you want us to play for you guys Move out of the way so that we can get to the stage!"
Soon the madened fans moved out of the way...
Renn closed the window, and continued toward the stage.