Wandering (Rude, Open)

[darkunslint]

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Gael wandered. It's what he enjoyed doing. He had been to only a few worlds, both of which he liked. This place was a peculiar one. The large neon sign hung overhead reading "Third District" according to what he had heard this was the least populated area. Good Gael thought, maybe here he could set up a home, away from the populous that couldn't even begin to comprehend the means of his creation.

Gael's plain brown trench coat hung around him, in some parts the shapes of his extruding muscles could be seen. His large white and slightly scaled wing hung from his shoulder. His satyr feet scratched against the floor of the district, leaving small marks behind them. His claw like hands grasped out at the air " So quiet " he mumbled to himself. This place was apparently overrun with heartless and nobodies but it would make little difference to him. Whatever these creatures where they would soon learn to leave him alone.

Gael trampled onwards to a large square in the center, stairs elevated upwards at countless sides around him and houses with no lights stood silent and forgotten. This place was like a haunted house. Gael continued, he headed up some stairs, the edges of the crumbling after he stood on them, large claw marks being left behind and a sharp ear piecing screech as they did so.

He stopped... He wanted to stop; he wanted to relax the beautiful sky floated around above him. There where so many worlds out there, would there be a place where even a beast like him would fit? He pondered, standing there motionless... Where all these worlds really doomed like Gaia?

[sulcal]

Rude didn't do a lot of wandering by himself. There wasn't much around that could really bother him, truth be told. But lately... since the odd findings he'd come across with a bit of an odd ground, he'd been doing a few extra patrols around the area. Information filtered her eventually. That's something that didn't seem to change about Traverse Town. Heartless and Nobodies were of a low population here, seeing as it was such a quiet world, and despite the lack of looking it, it was that time of night that most people were sleeping.

Things were a jumbled mess as it was, anyways...

His patrolling into Third wasn't unfathomable. Rather, he'd almost been ready o head around in the circle that the districts left about, ready to head into Zero.

The guy was... familiar from the distance across the way, past the plaza. A noise that had caught Rude's attention-- screeching. Like fingernails down a blackboard. Hate that sound.

Until he found himself looking over the rim of his sunglasses at it, looking up-- it, right? Him?

...that... Damn, who the hell was that, and why were they familiar?

Frowning, hands in his pockets and sticking to a back street bast some buildings scrunched together, the bald Turk pressed a little closer. Who would be out this late? In all the time he'd spent here, so very few were. What made this guy different?

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[darkunslint]

Gael's peace was broken; a flicker in his peripheral vision had distracted him. Someone or something had bolted into an ally. Heartless? Nobody? No, why would they run, they would attack. Perhaps a simple person who was out on an evening stroll? No they would scream... Whoever this was they knew what they was doing.

" Is someone there? You don't need to hide from me" he said this in a normal voice, although the quite night amplified this and the various walls echoed the sound.

He waited several minutes, shortly he would find out if this were a friend or foe. If he was lucky and this was a long stretch, he would talk to Gael. Looking like he did he didn’t get much conversation. Gael pondered whether or not this person knew about what he was. If he did that would mean that he must be like him. Perhaps he was also a freak? Perhaps he was someone that turned him into a freak.

Gael turned around; his claws screeched again, not as loud this time but a screech none the less. He faced towards the ally where he had saw the figure dart to. Just what was someone doing out at this time of the night? Then again this person could ask him the exact same question.

" Don't fear, come out I won’t hurt you,” He said this half heartedly, the echoes still bouncing the sound. Now we would see what would become of this situation.

[alphabetta]

Memoira woke up. At first, everything was fuzzy, but then things started to clear up. She groaned, not wanting to get up but knowing that she'd have to. Standing up was hard enough, trying to find out where she was was a completely different thing. She looked around her, not really comprehending what she was taking in.

An alleyway? She was in an alleyway?

Memoira groaned again, then began walking. She didn't know where she was going, and she didn't know where she was. She didn't know how she got there and she didn't know how she ended up lying on the ground. Worse, it was night and she didn't know how late it was, plus there seemed to be something following her.

She quickened her pace, ending up running. She ran until she couldn't run anymore and had to bend over panting.

She needed to get into shape.

After catching her breath and still feeling like she was being followed, she gave up, throwing her hands in the air, rolling her eyes, and admitting defeat. So she walked on with her stalker stalking her, trying to ignore whoever it was. Then one of the most horrible noises struck her and she immediately covered her ears, but instead of leaving, she ran in the direction it came from.

[sulcal]

That voice... Yeah, he knew him, knew him all too well. And that was the frightening part. But that was the thing-- Angeal... Angeal was supposed to be dead. Six feet under. Offed by one Zack Fair, according to the guy's official report and the reports of two others.

And on top of it-- a girl.

Crap.

Rude didn't leave sight of her, stayed not too far behind, but indeed did stick to the darkness of the alleyways. He wasn't really to fond of skulking in the shadows around things, but since Reno wasn't around it gave sound opportunity for information gathering. He could see the male's face.


Angeal... What was he doing still alive?

Scowling, letting the girl provide distraction --surely the look-alike with the trench coat would think her the thing hiding, not him-- to better observe this new phenomenon within Traverse.

[darkunslint]

Gael looked onwards, a girl?

The girl was panicked by something, was it him? Had she seen straight through his guise? He stepped to turn to her, being careful not to let his giant Satyr claws scrape along the floor; he failed in this task, a large single screech was let out once more followed by Gael speaking up to the girl " Are you ok? You look a bit panicky." And with that Gael gave one leap and a few flaps of his wing to extend said leap over to the girl. He did so elegantly, but his landing caused a small dent into the impact site.

" Nothing is to fear, I will not hurt you." He noted the concern in her voice; the figure was merely this girl running from something, possibly him. He glanced at the ally now to his side. He was sure he could see something ... Then again; it was the third district, probably a mere heartless. /let it be/ Gael thought to himself.

Gael's sleeves to his cloak where concealing his hands, he was hoping that the only thing she could see where his Satyr feet and his wing... Anything else may of scared her even further. " So what are you doing in this dangerous part of town? There are many heartless here... My name is Angea... Datt.... Gaelna. And you are?"

He glared down at the girl, it was strange, he didn’t expect to meet anyone out here, at this time or even in this district, from what he had heard this place was basically derelict and yet here was this seemingly defenceless girl in the darkness of the night running from something. This was beginning to turn out into quite a story, one that Gael would like. He saw these small acts of kindness the key to becoming more human, if he could act as one, they may one day accept him through his kindness. Or maybe… he would turn out like Sephiroth, alone and manic; this all depended on who won the battle of the memories, Angeal … or Datto.

[alphabetta]

Now Memoira thought she was seeing things funny, that is, at first, but she decided to go along with the situation at hand. She stared for a while, thinking, thinking, thinking, then opened her mouth to speak but shut it and thought some more. You couldn't take a strangers word because they were a stranger therefore you can't trust a stranger solely for them being a stranger. She was confusing herself.

Obviously, the Gaelna dude was having identity issues. Or memory issues which she had, unfortunately.

He had mentioned heartless, she wondered if there were many there. It sure didn't seem like it. She wondered if a heartless was perhaps following her and she wondered if it had ran off. Maybe it was just waiting to jump out. Why was he glaring at her like that?

"I'm Memoira and what town is this?"

[fearonaris]

Fearon Inhaled as the light cleared from his vision, and suddenly he felt air pass by him. At first he thought some high wind was going through the area...then he looked down, the sloped edge of the roof of a building rushed to his feet, Fearon panicked grobing the air. He thought he heard a shout, but he couldn't tell. Falling trying to grab something anything. He felt his knees give way under him, as he landed on the roof, his face fell to the building top, he tasted blood. He then felt himself slide down Fearon tried to grab to anything that'd stop his fall, he ended up grabbing the side of the roof. He hung there his legs swinging, trying to find solid ground. Fearon felt his grip slip and he fell, hitting the ground no five seconds later,
He lied there, still tasting blood, not wanting to think about what had happened to his bones, he felt fine, except for his face, which stung. Fearon sat up, and looked up, to see the roof was just nine feet above the ground, which means Fearon only fell two feet. He smiled and laughed to himself at his stupididty. He looked down the alley to see two people standing, a girl, and he wondered if the other was even a person, he couldn't tell if they stared at him, though he imagined that they did, He had just appeared from a flash of light and fell maybe thirteen feet. He stood, and tested his bones, nothing seemed to be broke, he started to walk toward the couple, the copper taste leaving his mouth.

[sulcal]

Rude has since stopped following, realizing there was a fair amount of distraction. This felt oddly familiar, really. A situation would a couple of cloaked guys and a girl who was invisible... And Rude found himself doing now what he'd done then, keep himself in the dark, keep an eye out...