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  ânow look, iâm not saying âardynâ isnât a good name, because it is! itâs very nice. but itâd be better if you had something that struck more fear into your enemies. like...like the SCOURGE-INATOR! see, now doesnât that sound cool, huh? you can have it, i-i donât have the time to get through all the paperwork for another patent.â
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         // ➠RYE HATES HAPPINESS ⢠@aedagium
SHE IS BUT A SHADOW NOW  without the sun to shine upon her face, wandering through the dark like the rest of these poor wretches. it is not a comforting darkness. There is no solace to be found for her there. These years of tribulation had consumed her strength, wasting her away like sea against stone. sheâs vulnerable to the beasts that roam free across the land, to those around her that were stricken by this stygian poison.
      It was how she had found herself in such a predicament. traveling with a small band of hunters, theyâd been beset upon by daemons. and though they had won the battle, the war had only just begun. the wounds they had received had infected them, transforming them into that which they hunted. the young woman she had shared a tent with had turned as they slept, sinking sharp, oozing black claws into tender flesh. ezra had dragged herself from the chaos, leaving a trail of blood in her wake as she roamed. Â
    bloodstained feet drag her across the miles, through empty towns and finally to the desolate city. his city now... his chaos, his ruins, his blight. she isnât set upon by the scourge that lurk in every corner of this once beautiful place. she wouldnât care if she was. perhaps she HOPED she would be struck down where she stood as she hefts the doors open with her remaining strength. this was not the darkness she wanted ( and nor was it his )
    her eyes no longer shine like the moon. they are dull and hazel a stream with tears of black and of blood. she makes it only a few steps before her knees behind to buckle, swaying before his cursed form â i ââ i had nowhere else to go. . . â even in words unspoken does she stutter and tremble. she collapses under her own weight before she can offer him anything else, only able to fling a roiling mass of barely discernible thoughts and feelings at him across the narrow space between dimensions. anguish, fear, rage, pain. she hates her vulnerability almost as much as she hates kneeling before him. she hopes the weight of what she feels drives him to his hands and knees too.
     *ăťďžÂ @aedagium . STARTER CALL
    heâs a new face in the bar ; but then, he seems like a new face to edge in general. she offers a cursory glance , attention mostly on tending the few glasses she has left to dry. after a few moments pass , tifa clears her throat and offers a small smile, â dining in or looking for the delivery ?? â most people needing cloudâs courier service call , but tifaâs seen a couple come in on their first go so itâs not out of the realm of possibility. Â
ruffles his hair because yes.
   he shouldâve seen this coming. ardyn had that sneaky smile of his in place, the one that was usually followed by a tease! or a taunt! or anything to ( playfully ) get under his skin. so when those spikes of his his get ruffled, he has nobody to blame but himself. â heeey!  â itâs said like a whine, hands going up in a vain attempt in freeing his poor hair. â you better not be treating me like a kid!  â if it was anyone else, heâd be picking a fight! but ardyn didnât hold any bad intentions in the action. so, sora allows it. for now. â if you werenât wearing that funny looking hat, iâd ruffle your hair! see how you like it!  â
  she no longer wanted to hear his endless prattling. her alliance with his is over, she is completely cutting ties with him. already does her comrades know this & they have readied themselves for a possible fight. they are loyal to her, not the empire. â --itâs done, ardyn. iâm out. â
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Even above the noise and the chaos of Midgar street traffic, the serene and enduring hum of the PLANET was distinguished, at least to those who listened (and of those, there was only one left). And yet, from her spot on the corner, she heard a great CACOPHONY, ringing madly within ears clasped by gentle hands. The cry followed him past - a shadow slipping through the crowd, marked to Aerith only by the planetâs damnation.
It resisted the reactors. It had warned against the Turks. But it had never been so disturbed, so poisoned by one man.
Resolute, she followed quickly; striding on unsteady feet, trying to get out in front of him as if by happenstance. Maybe it was spurred by the cry for HELP buried within the discord that screamed in his wake - the ever-present instinct to do something, even if what that was wasnât apparent.
Or perhaps - and this was a thought both terrifying and curious, though more the former as she finally put herself back in his path - the planet was not calling after him, but rather calling to him.
âExcuse me....excuse me, sir - would you like a flower? Only a gil.â
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