#captainofthe26

Reading through people's posts/rants/whatever about replies and stuff has made me think a little.

I can't help but say that i totally 100% agree. I'm always paranoid that i've missed out replies and such, that's why i ask for you guys to let me know if i have, because i'm useless like that. If i do miss you out, don't be scared (Is that the right word?) to let me know, i'm really grateful if you do because i love RPing with every one of you! I gotta admit though, i do get paranoid if i'm annoying people, so i tend not to say anything myself. Hopefully i'll just get used to it, but for now, i'm a little sheepish. 

Also, to Cid Highwind, i'm so sorry i never replied to your birthday post! I planned on sending you an ask and everything but i've had so much to do lately, that i'm losing track of things. Now i feel terrible and stuff but I'll make it up to you somehow! <3

On another note, i am very busy lately, i've got so much school work to do for exams coming up in the next few weeks and i've got deadlines to meet. So i apologise in advance if i become stressed, depressed or something, because that's just what kind of person i am. I'll try my best to cope though and keep updated.

Today was warm, tropical, sunny; the typical Besaid weather. The Besaid Aurochs were doing their thing: intensively practicing blitzball, while Wakka giving some pointers here and there. "Datto try moving more to the left so you can aim better!" Wakka shouts.

Suddenly a large shadow darkens the beautiful scenery of Besaid's ocean. It looks like it's shooting right towards us, Wakka thought. He was right. A giant piece of metal of aircraft was heading toward the beach, at 60, no 90 miles per hour. Everyone on Besaid was panicking, running around, screaming. "Everyone, calm down!" Wakka shouts.

"Letty, quickly fetch me a large supply of chocobo feathers. Datto, calculate where this ship might possibly land. Jassu, find a large piece of cloth, or rope if we're lucky." All of the Aurochs qutomatically stopped what they were doing and followed their team captain's extremely insane orders. When everyone brought the materials, the ship is only 15 minutes from crash landing.

All of the islanders helped arrange the feathers onto the gigantic piece of cloth, where the place Datto calculated the ship might crash. 30, 29, 28 more seconds on the clock. Everyone hides away in the forest as the ship crashes onto the huge pillow. A sigh of relief, no one died. 

This day there was no such thing as a particular "battle to be fought" or anything like that. The W.R.O. gave Vincent the day off for normally being there and taking care of the different jobs he was given over there. From being a firearms instructor, a field agent, his skill set was an asset for the W.R.O. and him being a resourceful agent, Reeve thought Vincent was pushing himself too much. 

He walked outside his residence to take the new train to a familiar friend's home. He sat down on one of the chairs they had. He got a good look at the scenery all around him: Rusted cars, green hills, new cities that were being made, Midgar was prospering for the time being. His stop was right there, only two miles away from Cid's residence. He decided to walk over there since this was nothing to him. No fiends to fight, no warm day, just the streets ahead of him and just that.