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Pink Friday on Gaia: Prologue
Aug. 24th, 2012 08:10 pmA/N: cheated! This single came from an Australian release: Girls Fall like Dominos.
“I don’t... believe this.” Elfe stood on a pile of rubble, watching Chaos tear up the Costan coastline. In her hand was a field report on Emerald Weapon, sighted mere hours ago by a WRO platoon. Uniforms ran past her in hasty, scattered retreat. Ghosts walking. Big, bad ghosts.
“It’s... unreal.” Vincent walked up behind her, footfalls no heavier than smoke. Even from her elevated position, her head wasn’t much over his.
“Yeah. He’s supposed to be asleep.” Her bad hand itched as the monster stepped closer. She scratched it on the hilt of her katana, a weapon noticeably out of place against the tailored business suit of the reformed ShinRa’s vice president, but something she would never let go of.
“And... within me...” Vincent growled dramatically.
Elfe simply nodded and frowned. “This is a little bigger than an ‘incident.’ And it’s not Jenova. It’s almost like, you know, the planet itself is going crazy.”
“Maybe it is. Maybe it’s had it with us. But who would know? And what do we do about it? Do you have a materia whisperer up your sleeve?”
Materia whisperer. He was trying to be funny again, Elfe guessed. The corner of her mouth twitched in a smile. But he had a point: they had no Cetra, and the known human WEAPON hybrids had only tenuous connections to the Lifestream.
Materia whisperer. Elfe seemed obtuse and clumsy with details, but in reality, she was keenly observant, but with a warrior’s focus. Extraneous information was filed away for the proper moment. ‘I swear, this woman must have been made of materia the way she talks about it.’ Shelke’s words sprung into Elfe’s head. Maybe...
Her cocked eyebrow caught Vincent’s attention. “Did you think of something?”
“Yeah.” A plan was definitely forming now. And, knowing the history involved here, the players, she knew just who to ask for help.
“What do you need?”
I’mma need sixty-nine real bad girls for my tour bus.
“I don’t... believe this.” Elfe stood on a pile of rubble, watching Chaos tear up the Costan coastline. In her hand was a field report on Emerald Weapon, sighted mere hours ago by a WRO platoon. Uniforms ran past her in hasty, scattered retreat. Ghosts walking. Big, bad ghosts.
“It’s... unreal.” Vincent walked up behind her, footfalls no heavier than smoke. Even from her elevated position, her head wasn’t much over his.
“Yeah. He’s supposed to be asleep.” Her bad hand itched as the monster stepped closer. She scratched it on the hilt of her katana, a weapon noticeably out of place against the tailored business suit of the reformed ShinRa’s vice president, but something she would never let go of.
“And... within me...” Vincent growled dramatically.
Elfe simply nodded and frowned. “This is a little bigger than an ‘incident.’ And it’s not Jenova. It’s almost like, you know, the planet itself is going crazy.”
“Maybe it is. Maybe it’s had it with us. But who would know? And what do we do about it? Do you have a materia whisperer up your sleeve?”
Materia whisperer. He was trying to be funny again, Elfe guessed. The corner of her mouth twitched in a smile. But he had a point: they had no Cetra, and the known human WEAPON hybrids had only tenuous connections to the Lifestream.
Materia whisperer. Elfe seemed obtuse and clumsy with details, but in reality, she was keenly observant, but with a warrior’s focus. Extraneous information was filed away for the proper moment. ‘I swear, this woman must have been made of materia the way she talks about it.’ Shelke’s words sprung into Elfe’s head. Maybe...
Her cocked eyebrow caught Vincent’s attention. “Did you think of something?”
“Yeah.” A plan was definitely forming now. And, knowing the history involved here, the players, she knew just who to ask for help.
“What do you need?”
I’mma need sixty-nine real bad girls for my tour bus.
