“The only one who knew Sephiroth, truly knew him, was Hojo. But the scientist was in the Red Lifestream, thus Tseng would have a tough time unravelling the laws that governed Sephiroth’s continued existence. And that was Sephiroth’s reason to gloat. The best service Hojo had provided in his old age was his own death. Planet-saving knowledge, lost forever. If only theyTurks had made a backup of the digital virus, the roles would’ve been reversed!”
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Clive threw the passenger’s seat door open, and jumped out. She opened the sliding door of the back of the van. “Get lost!”
Megara, who was still strangling the driver with the safety belt, let go and quickly moved to the opened door.
"Wait!” the driver called hoarsely over his shoulder. He pulled the safety belt away from his throat. “How many do we have?”
Clive blocked Megara’s escape way with her arm, and looked over Moogle Girl’s head to count the heads of the children.
“Thirteen!”
“Let her go. The machine can only handle 2 greens per time anyway. We now have an an even number."
What does that mean? Megara pushed past Clive, her mind spinning. Twenty greens? Green what? Are they talking about the children being green? The only green about them was their Lifestream. Are they going to put them in a machine? What machine? That doesn't sound like they are taking the kids to a brothel, or a house.
Megara got out, and began to run away. She looked over her shoulder to Clive, who looked after at her with a glare.
The Reaper-woman closed the door of the van, and now Megara could actually read the text: PLAN-ING meant, apparently,
Megara stared at them as Clive sat down in the front passenger’s seat of the van, and banged the door shut behind her.
How are they going to rebuild the planet? It makes no sense. The planet can only heal with more Green Lifestream. Where are they going to get it from? Megara thought. She walked backwards as the van slowly drove away. It picked up speed.
The machines can only handle 20 greens per time, the man had said.
Megara’s eyes widened.
The other kids are greens! They will be put into a machine and killed because their souls are made of Green Lifestream! That’s what they mean by ‘planet healing!’
The white van drove off, and left a big trail of dust behind.
Moogle girl stared at the van, and her eyes met the eyes of the wutaiian boy at the back of the van. He looked just as sad as before, and a little more scared now. She gripped the Moogle tightly into her arms.
“Oh no,” she said to her toy. “Oh no, we are not going to let them burn. They’re with us now.”
She watched the van disappear around a big pile of debris.
“I’m going to get them back!” she promised. She started running. Maybe if she was fast enough, she could unlock the back door and the other kids could hop out!
The car was was going faster and faster, passing the Sector Seven church in order to get to the on-plate main road.
She ran faster, but after a moment -did they spot her in the rear mirror?- the car sped up more.
She may not be able to get tired any more, but there was no way she could outrun them! Besides, even if she did jump onto the van, she would be no match for an adult. She had learnt that from fighting zackfair.exe earlier today. How was she going to fix this?
The car braked a little, in order to take the bend in the road without throwing the cargo in the back off balance.
The church!
Megara dashed up the stairs, three steps at the time. She grabbed the hinges of the big doors, and pulled the doors open without effort. She dashed inside, hopped over the boulders of broken stones and lunged for the sword.
She tightened her hands around the hilt, and pulled. It didn’t come out, not on the first try. Neither at the second pull. She huffed, and with the third pull it moved. She bit into the arm of her moogle so she could use all her strength, and with the plushie dangling from her mouth, she tried again.
“Come on!” she groaned. She had to save them!
Suddenly the sword got unstuck.
She fell back, the sword above her head.
“Yesss!”
She caught the moogle plushie falling from her mouth, and put the dull side of the sword on her shoulder. It felt like she was carrying a plank for a house, like a construction builder. Time to get out of here!
There was a big gap in the roof and side of the church, which she used to get out.
“What’s that?” Matthen pointed over the steering wheel at something.
Clive was turned around to pick up the shattered glass that had fallen behind the driver’s chair, and collected in a paper cup. She turned around to glance through the front window. “What is that girl doing on the middle of the road?”
“I don’t know. Maybe she wants back in?” Clive asked.
“What is she holding?”
“I can’t see it,” Matten said.
“A sword! She’s holding a fucking sword!” Clive said.
Matten put his foot on the gas. “I’m going to run her over.”
“You’re going to do what?”
“Run the little bitch over,” he said. He gritted his teeth.
The kids in the back of the van started screaming. Some started crying. The oldest yelled ‘no, no!’
The car roared.
“Shut up!” Clive yelled at them. She could see his point, the Moogle Girl had attempted to strangle him. A ‘green’ soul dying now, or it dying later in the machine… if the child would die, it didn’t really matter when it would die, did it? But still, the idea of hitting and running over a child left a bad taste in her mouth. The machine seemed.. cleaner. Less traces, too. But, yeah, she could see his point.
She buckled up, clicking her seat belt in the holder. She threw the cup of broken glass out of the side window. “Fuck! Matthen!” He needed to go faster!
The girl remained in the middle of the narrow road.
“Why wasn’t she moving!” Did she think she was invincible just because she had a big sword?
“I don’t know!” Matthen yelled.
The car sped closer and closer to the moogle girl, and right at her.
The Moogle Girl lift the plushe and bit into one of its tiny paws. She gritted her teeth.
There was only two car’s lengths between them, then only one. Clive screamed and grabbed the door. All the children in the back screamed, too. Matthen let out a beastial roar and he kicked the gas pedal against the floor of the car. Then the car roared, too.
The Moogle Girl lift the sword from her shoulder. She put the tip of the sword in the sand, twisted it only a little.
There was only two car’s lengths between them, then only one.
Moogle Girl wrapped her hands around the hilt of the sword and put her shoulder against it.
Collision.
The car hit the sword. The blade slid through the number plate, the bumper, and the slight twisted angle of the blade broke the two halves of the car apart: left and right parted in slow-motion, and the remaining space was broad enough for the Moogle Girl to stand in-between.
Her sword slid through the engine, and the roof of the car.
Clive was still screaming, but didn’t hear herself. She stared at the Moogle Girl as the dashboard was cut in the center, the front window cracked in halves, and the brown-haired girl appeared between Matthen and herself
She, the girl, slowly lift her little face up - her expression had an enraged determination Clive had never seen before. Their eyes met. Clives stared into Moogle Girl’s cat-like red eyes, and then time sped up again.
Megara ducked between the driver’s and the passenger’s chair, and held the blade of the sword above her.
The front wheels of the car lifted off the ground. The velocity of the vehicle gave it enough speed to use the sword as a ramp, and it flew into the air.
.
Moogle Girl ducked deeper, biting her plushie.
The shadow of the car passed over her body while the belly of the car passed over her head. Wind raged past her ears. Everyone inside the vehicle was weightless, screaming. It lasted for a second.
Then the van crashed.
As Megara rose to her feet. Because he shoulder hurt and her knees were weak, she didn’t immediately turn around. She didn’t see the vehicle roll, but she could hear it.
She looked over her shoulder, and there it was on the middle of the road, up-side-down like a dead bug.
For a second nothing happened, and there were only clouds of sand that billowed up from the wreckage.
Megara approached. The first three steps she had a limp, but then her body repaired itself and she could walk normally again. She was free of pain, too. Honestly, she felt fine. She felt good! She felt great!
She ran to the back of the van, and the wutaiian child was pounding his fist against the glass. She yanked open the doors at the back of the van open, and children spilled around her feet. It was a messy heap of tears and crying faces.
“It’s alright,” Megara said. She stuck the sword in the ground. She helped the girl that was changing teeth stand up, and slung an arm around her. “You’re with me now.”
The boy with the wooden toy phone helped up his little brother, and put his arms around him.
The other children helped each other up.
At the front of the car, Clive and Matthen opened the doors and let themselves fall out. The driver said: “Ouf.”
“The car’s busted,” Clive said. “What were you thinking?!”
“How could I’ve known?!” Matthen shouted back. “Shut up. We can’t continue. We’ll have to get rid of the greens and take the train back to Kalm. We’ll fight this out later.”
“Fine. Help me up, my back hurts.”
Megara didn’t hear it. She was helping up the wutaiian boy. Below him, was another person.
“Here, let me help you,” she said, and took his small hand. But instead of a child, she was helping up a person that was considerably bigger. A full-grown man with silver hair and black leather clothes shook children off his form. He kneeled, then looked up. His eyes were green. This could be-?
“You’re Sephiroth’s brother!” Moogle girl said.
“I’m my own person, alright,” he said. Silver hair fell over his eyes. He let her pull him up, and then stood tall amongst the children. “Previous time you were in the church, you met Loz. I’m the middle brother, Kadaj. When you see Yazoo, you’ll know that you’re close to reviving Him.”
“Sephiroth? How! Tell me how!”
Kadaj laughed with a shrug. “You should better collect your materia.”
A gun clicked behind her, and then another gun. Clive and Matthen had gotten out of the car, and were now aiming the barrels at Megara.
“Moogle girl, turn around,” Clive said.
Megara looked down to the materia in her Moogle, Fire and Lightning, and then up to Kadaj, but he had vanished. Had he been a dream, a sign?
“Turn around!” Clive fired the gun.
The bullet zapped past Megara’s face. She saw it move and tracked it with her eyes. Her fist closed around the Lightning materia.
She turned around and shoved the Moogle in the wutaiian boy’s hands. “Look after this.”
She looked up to Clive and Matthen, two Reapers, two bad people.
She decided never to trust adults any more except Sephiroth and his family. Thanks to His messenger, she had her fist tightly around a lightning materia. “I’m protecting everyone here.”
A crackle of electricity ran up her arm.
She looked up into the barrels of the guns, and when they fired the shots, she ducked. She assumed a boxing stance, and then threw out her punch. “LIGHTNING!”
The sphere of materia, tightly pressed against her hand palm, connected to her bloodstream. The rage and Rejoy in her system made her a very powerful conductor for the bolt. A tiny string of lightning grew as it circled around her heart, and grew more as it slung around her wrist like an angry white snake.
Lightning shot from her extended arm. The bolt hit both Clive and Matthen into the chest. They lifted off the ground, and all their limbs shook as the lightning crackled. The bolt stopped, and they fell onto the ground.
Moogle Girl felt bad when the two Reapers lay motionless on the sand road. But when their bodies faded and they became strings of red lifestream, she stabbed the air above her with her fist. “YES! Yiss! I defeated them!”
Nobody moved, and for a moment only Megara cheered.
She jumped around like a frog, and then did a silly dance with a jump at the end. “Yesss!”
The other children looked scared, worried.
“I saved you!” Megara said, and jumped up happily. She skipped to the boy, and took her moogle back. Then she cheered some more. “I did it!”
“You killed people.”
That made her stop. No one was cheering with her.
“They were going to shoot us dead,” the wutaiian boy said. He pointed at the place the pair of Reapers had lain. “I heard them.”
“I saved you!” Megara said, and grabbed the hands of the teenage boy.
“Thank you,” the tooth-changing girl said.
And suddenly everyone was cheering, and happy, and dancing, and the tiniest toddler boy was still munching on his fist but now he was munching happily.
Megara picked up her sword, and slung it onto her shoulder. She almost went through her knees, but then stood strong. She felt cool. She felt powerful, and it was the best feeling ever. She wasn’t useless any more, Sephiroth’s brother had appeared before her to help her out. Sephiroth was the best.
“Where are you going?” the boy with red hair asked.
Megara laughed over her shoulder. “Back to my spot. Someone’s gotta protect the Sector #2 reactor from Shin-... h-hey, why are you all following me?”
The entire group was following her. They looked a little lost.
“We need to go back to Sector 2, too,” the boy with the red hair said.
“Oh, okay,” said Megara. She continued to walk. And all night they walked, and they talked. Because it was night, there were some monsters on their path, but Megara then dashed forward. She slashed with her new sword, and defeated those with no effort.
“Wooow,” the red haired boy said.
“How did you get so strong?”
“Shh!” Something was off. Midgar’s Sector 2 was calm, so it was kind of like going home, but then something was wrong. She was being observed.
A pebble hit the road in front of her.
Around them was debris stacked as high as houses. At the top of it, stood a group of children. Some were younger, but most were her age or older. Some were even teenagers. They had a mean or playful expression on their faces.
“You’re a trespasser,” one voice of a kid on top of the debris said.
Megara looked at the boy with the red hair, and the wutaiian child. “Looks like you’re back home.”
The wutaiian kid shook his head. “No, I want to stay with you.”
The redhaired boy stuck out a finger. He looked at his friends from his gang, and then he pointed at her. “She’s strong!”
Now everyone was looking at her.
“N-now, wait a minute,” Moogle Girl said, crumbling under the attention. “This isn’t what I-.... I only walked with you to drop you off.”
“She’s got a sword, and earlier we had money, and she had candy,” he said.
“Really?” the boy with the wooden telephone asked.
“I’m staying with her,” the Wutaiian boy said. “She’ll protect us!”
“Hold on,” Moogle girl said, now slightly panicked. This wasn’t what she had intended! An easy drop-off mission was now putting her at the centre of everyone’s stares.
“I wanna stay with you too!” the girl with changing teeth said.
Wooden mobile-phone guy broke into an explanation on how Megara had saved them from certain death. He gestured with his hands. Others interrupted, filled in missing parts on his story.
“No, shush!” Megara said, but they didn’t listen.
“And then the lightning went ZAPPER-THE-ZAP, and the bad guys disappeared!”
“Wooow,” three kids said in chorus.
“I… I don’t believe you!” another kid said. She threw a stone a Megara’s feet.
“It really happened,” Megara said. She took a Fire materia from her moogle, and aimed her fist at the sky. “FIRE!”
And suddenly a big tree of a flame appeared above their heads, and all the kids stared at her in awe. Then she realized, Materia is power. Just like Kadaj had said, you should better collect your materia. If she could teach every of these kids how to use materia, she would have her own private army!
“It really happened,” Megara repeated, breathless. “So if you want my protection and shelter and warmth, you must follow me. You must be prepared to help me. I’m the boss. Then I will teach you how to fight… to beat anything! I’ve already beaten over a hundred, over a thousand monsters!”
“Cool!” a kid said.
Some kids nodded.
“Why do we have to fight?” another asked.
“To defend yourselves-... ” She felt like she was talking to a crowd, and she didn’t know where to look, so she just looked at all of them, turning her head to a new face at every word she spoke. “-because this world is rotten. Gaia is dying and no one is going to help us. Everyone hates us. When Reapers get you, you never come back. So we need to fight for ourselves and eventually... we get back at The Company.”
There was a murmur among them. Defeating Shin-Ra, yes, that sounded good.
“Together we will bring Shin-Ra on their knees,” Moogle Girl said, and her voice gained a lower tone, as if two people were speaking the same words at the same time: “...and we will make them beg for forgiveness.”
Some of my favourite tensions in roleplay interactions:
When a mun uses narration to describe a trait of their co-writer's muse in a complimenting way.
Bonus 1: the muse's action/inner world describes the co-writer's muse.
Bonus 2: the muse has a strong emotional reaction to the co-writer's muse's Character-Defining Trait or Action.
Bonus 3: when NPC’s do it too.
Super bonus: when the co-writer actively does it BACK.
Ahhh <3 It makes the world, the characters, and the bonds between them so vivid. Roleplay is amazing. I gladly engage in the above, and the length of a paragraph is often too short.
“I am looking for a soldier,” Master Aqua had said to Hercules. “I promised him a date”,
And Hercules had brought her to Sephiroth, who was a soldier indeed. He had been S.O.L.D.I.E.R. 1rst Class, no less, and he had been General.
“Sweet cheeks, he’s bad news,” Phil said, with a long look on Aqua’s cheeks. Those cheeks were not on her face, because Phil had the perfect height for her other sort of cheeks. He cast a long look on those.
Sephiroth had been objectified from a young age, always doing photoshoots for Shin-Ra’s calender, always doing commercials as poster-child for the Wutai War, glorifying sex and products simply because he looked good.
So when Phill added: “Come with me, I’ll give you some personal training.”
…Sephiroth folded one wing around the girl, and then another. “No,” he said, “That training won’t be necessary. I will treat her well.”
“I was actually looking for Zack.”
“Zack Fair is dead.”
“Dead?!” She looked shocked.
“I will tell you all about it at the top of Mount Olympus, where the other gods reside. Dionysus serves good wine.”
“I’m too young to drink.”
“Then you’re too young to hear what became of our friend Zack.”
“I must know!”
“Then you’ll drink with me, on his honour as S.O.L.D.I.E.R.”
Daily wordcount: Bloodlines. I end this day having written 4775 words. I am proud. I had not worked on this story since November 1rst, and I love it so much. It is nice to know I can still write according to the spreadsheet that holds my novel outline. I thought the detailed outline would suffocate my creativity, and it does, but everything changes when I start looking at it as a guideline instead of notes to myself that I have to transcribe to scenes. I look at the plot-point, begin with a telling voice. It guides me past the empty page. Then my creativity begins to rebel against the rigid structure and I begin to write as I should, by going wild on the best parts. I am ready to fall love with this story and with my character Lord Carden again. My thesis should come first though.
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Lyra's comments on my fanfic The Unpromised Land really spur me on to continue writing! Thank you very much. You're right 'general audience' fics of minor characters tend to get underappreciated. Thank you for teling me I deserve more readers!
Roleplaying with Dya helped to find my Moogle Girl muse. I found a song for Kunsel, (Battleship - by Plumb) so I have found a way to slip into his character mindset too.
The scene I was struggling to write is finally slipping into an agreeable form at the fourth try! I am six chapters ahead that I have not uploaded yet, because these tie intimately together. I want to do them well. This reception office bench is windy and 25 degrees, I will return to writing now I have cooled off.
(Lyra,thank you for the compliments and for sending in starter sentences!)
I have not written for my fanfiction The Unpromised Land in many months, and I have forgotten the character’s voices. The next scene I must write is a quarrel/romantic one… and it’s just too hard! I need practise.
I reblogged some “Sentence starter memes”. Feel free to send one in!
I will write short or medium-length drabbles.
Most likely pairing: MoogleGirl x Kunsel, other pairings on request.
