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Post by Helen Atalanta on Jul 29, 2009 15:01:15 GMT -5
The soft falling of snow seemed to echo throughout the mountains through which the Shanghai Pass wound. The sun filtered through the thick clouds into a dove white, and became blinding when the snow thinned in it's descent from the heavens. At the point in between, where the white that fell so softly and silently from the sky became scarce, and the flat, snow-covered peak became a well-worn trail surrounded by ledges and stones, a stark contrast of a figure rested. A dark, dark navy suit shielded little of the freezing cold from it's bearer, who was perched precariously on a ledge, high enough off the ground to see the town below.
It seemed that everywhere she went, she was bewildered by the difference between her own world and the others. Not that she had enough imagination to ever have imagined anything different, anyways. Perhaps her world was merely bland. It didn't really seem to matter anyways- she didn't think she would see her own world for a while to come.
There was a sort of battle raging between the two main forces in this universe- not unlike in her own world, where, as far as she knew, ShinRa was being put up against all the forces of the darker side of humanity. This new war, however, might prove to be a little more important than mere bickering between countries about beliefs as the Wutai war had been.
The young woman stirred as a particularly cold burst of wind stirred her dark hair from shielding her neck. Perhaps she should be moving- this place's temperature seemed even lower than that of the Icicle Inn, and even the youngest toddler knew to keep moving in a place of that sort. She leapt nimbly from her perch, stretched for a moment, and continued on her trek to the Wutaian-looking town.
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Post by loz on Jul 29, 2009 15:44:23 GMT -5
Loz walked through the snow, not bothering to step lighter so that the crunching sound wasn't as loud. He didn't have much of a sense of stealth unless one of his brothers told him to be quiet, and even then he had a hard time keeping silent. But the eldest of the Remnants tried his best to do whatever it was his brothers told him to do, though he felt a little lost when one off them wasn't around as a consequence.
Slowly Loz was beginning to get used to wondering around without his brothers, and was even having a little fun. Finding a lot of different people to play with was something Loz always enjoyed. It didn't help him when it came to finding mother, and even though he had asked most of the people he met if they knew where she was, and none of them had been able to tell him anything. The line of thought was beginning to depress Loz a little bit, would he ever be reunited with mother?
Loz suppressed the urge to shed a few tears, he needed to be strong for mother, and his brothers. He needed to learn how to keep himself calm without his brothers help, he wanted to make Kadaj and Yazoo proud of him. He opened and closed his gloved hand, the leather making sounds as it tightened. The area around him was cold, though Loz didn't notice that very much. He was a lot more resistant when it came to enduring the elements then normal people. He didn't know if it was because of the Mako in his blood, or the fact that he was a Remnant of Sephiroth, or even both. Either way, Loz didn't care all that much.
Loz sighed a little, he was beginning to get bored. Was there no one to play with around this place? Not even anyone to entertain him for at least a little bit? As he contemplated his boredom he heard the sounds of someone else walking through the snow, and after a few moments of following the sound he had managed to catch up with whoever it was because of his gigantic stride. He raised his eyebrow a little bit as he looked at the person, who was wearing the outfit that was typical of a Turk.
Of course Loz couldn't remember if he had met this Turk or not, but he what he did remember is that Turks could provide a good bit of fun. "Hey, you." Loz didn't bother to raise his voice because it practically boomed out as it was. "You look like a Turk." Loz's face began to form a grin, which showed his mounting excitement. "Wanna play?"
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Jul 29, 2009 17:37:05 GMT -5
The suddenly increasingly loud pattern of crunching footsteps in the thick snow eventually turned the woman's head. What she was was some sort of remarkable-a man, no younger than mid-twenties from her visual calculations, strode boldly up to her. However, it wasn't his boldness that was so surprising- it was his appearance. Short, slicked back silver hair- not blonde, not grey, but silver hair; mako-green catlike eyes, ivory skin- everything about him screamed "Sephiroth!" Everything but his clothes, and the size of the muscles on his arms, and his height. She remembered that Sephiroth was taller, thinner- more feline.
"Hey, you," he started- and with a bewildered blink she realized he was speaking to her. This couldn't be the famed General- he had committed a sort of suicide in diving into a mako pit!
"Who are you?" A sense of some sort of Deja vu` snuck up on her and clamped down onto her. It wasn't as if she was afraid of a look-a-like. It was more fear for what power may have been hidden beneath the skin and appearance of the look-a-like.
"You look like a Turk. Wanna play?" He questioned almost childishly as a smirk of sorts thinned his lips.
"Play...?" the large man's childish terms sent her mind reeling for explanation. However, she caught a bit of what he meant, or so it seemed, and slid into a defensive position.
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Post by loz on Jul 29, 2009 21:36:00 GMT -5
Loz's smirk faded a little when the Turk asked him who he wasn't, didn't she know? He could forgive people that he met on other worlds, but people from Gaia had no excuse not knowing who he was. The least of the things that Loz felt was hurt, why hadn't she heard of him? Hadn't he and his brothers done enough to gain at least some coverage in the news or something?
"Don't know me?" He brought one of his hands up to smooth face, rubbing the side of it with his gloved fingers. He was still a little stumped that this Turk didn't know who he was, most of the people he met in Gaia knew who he was. He shrugged off the thoughts, the Turk would learn who he was soon enough, or she would learn that he was someone to respected at the very least.
His smirk came back when she repeated the words play, she looked a little confused. Loz was used to that, most people didn't understand what he meant when he said play, but they usually found out in the next minute. "Yeah, lets play." He stretched out a little, the cold was making him a bit stiff, but he knew the fight would help to warm him up. He looked down at his Dual Hound, strapped to his left arm. He grinned at himself, he hadn't given his favorite weapon a good fight in a while, and Turks were always fun. "Come on then, lets play." Loz dropped into his fighting stance, his smirk still on his face.
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Jul 29, 2009 21:52:55 GMT -5
She became mildly confused as the man's face fell- however slight it was.
"Don't know me?" She remained silent. What a loon... she held still, however, refraining from speech as he regained his smirk.
"Yeah, let's play," he repeated. Her eyes flashed to the metal pile bunker on his arm as it clicked. He wants a fight? "Come on then," he stated, moving fluidly into a fighting stance. She found herself disturbed again by the large man's similarities to the General, and tensed her raised arms, clenching her hands into fists and widening her stance. He wanted a fight- He'd get it. "Let's play."
"... Let's dance, then." she replied, a similar smirk to his brushing her eyes. He seemed too childish to be a real threat.
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Post by loz on Jul 29, 2009 22:06:41 GMT -5
His smirk turned into a grin as she said the magic words, let's dance. The Turk even had a smirk of her own on her face, would she enjoy this as much as he would? Loz was never worried about stuff when he fought. All the pain he felt from not being with mother, whatever he might be scared about, it all melted away when he got into a fighting stance and faced his next opponent. Next to finding mother and being with his brothers, Loz lived for fighting. He lived for the rush, and he lived to win.
He closed his hands into fists, the leather gloves tightening from the movement. His Dual Hound was activated, ready to be used to send a jolt of electricity through the Turk at a moments notice, but he didn't generally use all of his tricks at the beginning of a fight. He liked keeping some things hidden so they could be a surprise, one that usually gave him the advantage. He grinned at the Turk, she looked like she would be a good opponent, and she didn't seem to use any weapons either. But Loz knew better then to believe that was true, Turks liked keeping things for surprises too.
Loz exploded into motion, charging at the Turk with a burst of speed that most people could only dream of obtaining, though Loz found it more then easy to go as fast he was. In a moment he was on the Turk, jumping into the air and raising his fist to punch down at her. If the Turk didn't dodge then he would just punch her normally, if she dodged he would use the Dual Hound to create a shock wave in the ground that would surround him and knock the Turk back if she didn't jump back far enough.
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Jul 29, 2009 22:15:14 GMT -5
She pondered for a moment if this idea of hers was so smart as the seemingly innocent pile bunker on the man's arm charged with electricity. Chk.... Should've expected a bit of a trick up his sleeve.
However, when she thought she was ready, he proved her wrong by bursting forward at an inhuman speed, fist drawn back, and pile bunker charging. With a slight curse- something about one summon or another- she leapt back, away from the expected attack, kicking up at his chin as she did so. It seemed this fight would be of mostly defensive action for her.
Bloody Ifrit- this guy's probably loaded down with materia... but he seems more upper-bodied in his strength... She had a trick or two up her sleeve.
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Post by loz on Jul 29, 2009 22:43:21 GMT -5
The first thing Loz noticed about the Turk was that she was fast. Maybe not as fast as Loz could be if he really tried, but she was quick on her feet. She jumped away from Loz's fist and even managed to aim a kick at his chin, which he blocked with his right arm. He slammed his fist into the ground as he landed, causing a shock wave to ripple the ground around him. Snow flew up into the air and sprinkled back down onto Loz and the Turk.
Since the Turk was in the air, the shock wave passed harmlessly under her, not that Loz much cared about it though. The fight was only beginning, and winning this soon was just no fun at all. He looked up at the Turk, flashing her a wicked grin. "This will be fun." Loz dashed towards the Turk, aiming a powerful kick towards her gut and a left-handed punch that was aimed for her head.
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Jul 29, 2009 22:54:55 GMT -5
As the martial artist landed with the lightest of thuds, she took note of the snow that fell down thicker around them than anywhere else. Maybe if he pulls that shockwave thing again....
"This will be fun." Stated the sincerely inhuman man, flashing a wicked sort of grin. As he lunged at her again, aiming a kick and punch at the same time for her abdomen and head, respectively, she leapt to the side- it did seem that this being fought with a very earth-based gravity. Perhaps if she could get him off his feet...
"Nice try- but your aim's too narrow," she stated with a sly smirk. As she hit the ground she rounded back towards him and kicked off the loose ground towards him, aiming both feet at his chest. She might have made a fool of herself in another's eyes by reenacting the fault she saw in her opponent's style, but she wasn't aiming for finesse- merely power.
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Post by loz on Jul 30, 2009 0:36:47 GMT -5
Loz liked that the Turk was dodging his attacks, the less she got hit the longer the game lasted. Though Loz generally got tired of playing if it lasted too long, then he would simply attempt to end the competition with him generally being the victor. Loz wasn't used to losing, and it hardly ever happened to him. Of course he hadn't ever really fought anyone that outclassed him in power, he had a hard time finding people who even came close to being his equal in combat.
His grin faded away again and he raised his eyebrow as the Turk spoke, telling him his aim was too narrow. He didn't like being criticized, it annoyed him when people thought they knew how to do something better then he did. Unless it was his brothers of course, his brothers always knew better. He was about to reply when the Turk jumped into a kick with both of her legs, aiming the attack at his chest. Loz grinned as he brought his hands up, catching the Turks legs in mid-kick. "Got'cha." Using his unnatural strength, Loz threw the Turk to the side, intending her landing to be anything then pleasant.
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Jul 30, 2009 0:52:31 GMT -5
The woman's short mental victory of irritating the silver-haired man was short lived as he caught hold of her legs the moment before she would have landed the attack. Her eyes widened shortly at this new display of speed.
"Got'cha." She knew this predicament wouldn't end well, and was ever so slightly surprised by the force he used in successfully throwing her- like a rag-doll, she noted.
She would have yelped as she landed, as her inertia was at a high enough range to make just about anything painful, but it was cut off as the breath was knocked out of her. She let out a short cough, scrambling to get back to her feet. She clenched a fist, and thrust forward her left arm, activating a fire materia on the bangle round her wrist. It was merely a diversion for her to regain her breath, but she hoped scornfully that the flame hit it's mark.
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Post by loz on Jul 30, 2009 0:59:52 GMT -5
Loz watched in amusement as the Turk was flung through the air, landing with a loud thud. She quickly regained her foot though, and even put up a distraction so that Loz couldn't be right on top of her again. He dashed to the side as the fire Materia flew at him, not really afraid of the magic so much, but burnt leather was pretty annoying. He watched as the Turk straightened herself out, thinking that the game had been pretty fun so far.
"Looks like you got some Materia, well, I can use those too." Loz grinned again, he didn't much care for using a lot of magic, he much preferred fighting with his fists, but it was always fun to add new things to the mix. He raised his right arm, which held a Quake Materia, activating it. The Quake Materia caused the ground under the Turk to rumble, warning her that something was about to happen. In the next moment a large spike of rock and dirt would shoot out from the ground, impaling her if she didn't move.
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Jul 30, 2009 1:21:29 GMT -5
The martial artist took a deep breath, and glanced back just in time to see the man dodge her attack.
"Looks like you got some Materia," he started, that ever-persistent smirk back on his face. "Well, I can use those too." She watched him warily as he pulled out a small orb- at least, it looked small in his hand.
When the ground beneath her began to shake, the young woman lost her footing and fell backwards. With a jolt, she rolled away from the magical attack as it forged a spear-like protrusion to rise from the earth, then collapse.
"Someone seems to be having... fun." she stated, in a deadpan tone. Perhaps this would have been a taste of what it would have been like fighting the General in a playful spat- back when he wasn't crazy. Then again- she doubted she wouldn't have been killed already if he were the one fighting her now.
At least one of us is- I doubt my pride could take the hit if I dropped out. When she was certain she'd regained her bearings, the Turk ran at the General look-alike and aimed a faux kick for his side as she swung a fist for his neck.
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Post by loz on Jul 30, 2009 9:28:19 GMT -5
Loz chuckled, which sounded more like a deep rumble coming from him. The Turk seemed to understand how fights worked for him, how this was his favorite past time. Was it maybe hers too? He doubted it, she wasn't smiling and laughing like he was, she was thinking too much about something. Maybe thinking about what she would do next? Loz didn't think about that kind of thing, he just went with the flow, he thought that was a lot more fun.
Loz stood there as the Turk charged at him, aiming a kick at him. He grinned as he blocked the kick, just about to grab her and throw her again when she punched him in the neck. He let go of her leg and stumbled back, coughing a little from the hit. The punch didn't effect him as much as it would a normal person, but it certainly did some damage. He rubbed his neck and looked up at the Turk, flashing her a more devious grin this time.
Loz closed the gap between him and the Turk once again, starting with a kick aimed towards her shin, a right-handed punch towards her face, and then a left-handed one towards her gut. He activated the Dual Hound, which would shock her if the left-hand punch even grazed her.
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Jul 30, 2009 14:04:32 GMT -5
The Turk smirked as her leg was caught in mid- "kick," and her punch ignored. Of course, the large man seemed to brush the hit off, but her mind was on the fact that she'd FINALLY landed a hit. She'd found a sort of weakness. His defense was singled out for most of her hits, and his attacks were usually frontal.
As he charged at her (obviously planning a punch and more than likely a hit with the weapon on his arm) she leapt to the side, and aimed a heel-kick at his back- specifically at his lower spine. If it landed, it would hurt, at least a little, so she hoped.
At this point, she'd had her tactics listed neatly- fake a hit one way, to distract him, and pack the real deal where he wouldn't notice; and to avoid that pile bunker. She wouldn't doubt that he would get right back onto her if she faltered for long- and the electricity sparking along that thing would prove to be just the thing to do that.
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