#strifeblade

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .  

“Ngh” a low grunt escapes Zack’s lips as he sits up, groggily blinking away the blurriness in his vision. What happened? Why goes he feel like he’s been hit by a large bolder ? As soon as a familiar environment came into focus, he looks around in confusion. Wait didn’t he  die?  Why is he waking up in Aerith’s church? Broken images fill his mind, but he manages to grasp that he was brought back to life for a reason. He just couldn’t  remember the reason, or how.   Well, Aerith isn’t here but something tells him he needs to  find Cloud first.  Some how he  knows he’s here in the slums somewhere  but not exactly where. He’ll ask around. Carefully,  he gets up and makes his way out of the church, not wanting to trample Aerith’s flowers, he knows how much she doesn’t like it.  After asking around he noticed people are weary of him, probably because of his uniform  so  he changed his approach and helped a few people  with different things  and  got  tidbits of information about someone of cloud’s description.  Eventually, he has a good lead.

There was a pulsating of energy; like a ripple of water that crackled and charged the air. Abruptly, a tear began to form and rip - as though a fissure were cutting open realities. Honestly, Sora didn’t quiite know specifics about this ability, other than he could cut any surface (not even solid, the air and water worked too!) and then a portal would just, open up.

Said massive jagged portal -- bright blue hues like the sky, soft pink hues as though the setting sun, melted together --, looking sort of like a jagged cut from a massive claw, about 6 feet high and a few feet wide, popped up, and Sora just, walked out of it. Well, he poked his head out first, to make sure he wasn’t botherin’ anything or anyone.

& then he hopped out, that portal closing up directly afterwards. He hummed, something about the air here felt familiar. His long jet black hair flowed in that wind, which held a particular sensation to it. It made him think back to Wakka, but this wasn’t Spira, so far’s Sora could tell anyhow...!!

“I wonder if I can get any directions...” chocolate brown eyes scanned the area, widened and open looking, gentle and inviting. Sora spotted someone walking nearby -- a blonde spikey haired dude! oh cool!! -- and grinned gently, waving towards him and rushing over, his sheathed katana on his left hip jostling and gently batting against his leg as he did,

Giant,

While you were never exiled from the kingdom, you left it with hardly any other choice. You’re a bit different from everyone around you. The lens you look through is softer, more contemplative. While those around you run about, you like to walk a little slower. Study the world. Lend a hand. You know you’re a bit odd. Maybe not how exactly, but you know. People can clam up around you and while you want to soothe their anxiety you also feel no pressure to change. After all, you’d never ask anyone else to. But with corruption spreading rampantly in a once seemingly just court and your oddball nature, the kingdom turns its back on you. Different is deemed dangerous. Those closest to you recommend you leave for your own safety even though you could easily defend yourself. But for their peace of mind, you do.

You enter the Enchanted Forest with a reverence for it. It’s so much more than the mere protection it provides for you. You hope to find a purpose here. To help others, to help yourself. With your quiet strength, keen observation, and warm nature, you navigate the forest with ease. It works with you, rather than questions you. Upon reaching the opposite side, you are introduced to the Giants, who recognize you as one of their own. A gentle people, they use their wisdom and strength to protect the forest.

Despite their imposing size, the Giants more often than not disarm intruders with their compassion and unique insight. Understanding becomes your greatest weapon as you help unite the peoples of both kingdoms once the corrupted kingdom is overthrown. After the war, you become a guide for the forest. Preserving its beauty and sharing it with all those who seek to explore it. You have found where you belong. Everywhere, just as you are.

tagged by: @universestreasures​ ( thank you rari!! )

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"Ow---Damn it, Cloud---It--stings okay?" She would wince as he was currently trying to treat a cut she got above her brow. Tifa also had another on her arm that needed treating, but right now she was busy probably being the biggest baby she could about the ointment he had to apply. Even if she knew Cloud was being delicate, pressure to the cut in question stung like hell. Tifa would pout slightly even as Cloud would give her his usual scolding expression. "You know you could be a little more sympthatic. I would be, if you got hurt you know. After I was done scolding about getting hurt." But then Tifa knew that no matter what, she didn't want Cloud to think she was ungrateful for his care either. So as he leans forward again, pressing his fingertips against her temple, she takes the moment to reach for his free palm and tangle her fingers through his own.