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· CALL ME OUT (SPRING) ·

call me out
· spring 2020 ·

They say it's the darkest before the dawn.
We've been in thie town for far too long, we're moving on.

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[ It's a nice idea... being apart of someone so wherever they go, you go too. It's a very romantic ideal--one that she can't help but smile about it. Not that she really expects much of anything to happen. Promises like that are nice, especially when you're a girl who is waiting on another hero to show up.

One hero that may never come back anyways.

She continues her work on her bar. Supporting local people. What else really can she do? ]

[Another long day, gone unmarked in the books. At some point, the individual days stop mattering to Nyx. As long as there's a sunrise and a sunset, he can continue doing what he's always done.

Some days, he misses the bar back home. Those days were different.

Now all he does is drift to bars when he feels the need to disconnect. A small handful aren't completely opposed to the Glaive, at least. A sad state of affairs that he has to accept such behaviors.

Nyx sighs lightly as he settles onto a bar stool. He's not in a hurry, so he waits for the bartender as he people watches.]

Drink for your thoughts?

[ Tifa has learned how to talk to people that come to Seventh Heaven. Either they want to forget everything and drink their sorrows (then inevitably talk about it anyways), or they want someone to listen as the drink lets their guard down. She hears plenty of stories either way.

She smiles and puts her hands on the counter. ]

What would you like?

[Nyx laughs softly.] Don't think they're worth all that much. Beer, please. Doesn't matter which.

[He's never been too picky, despite his former life. He can't afford to be picky either way. A soldier's stipend calls for pragmatism, not luxury.]

Hmmm.

[ She twirls an empty glass in her hand before turning to the tap. One.. two... three. She uses the third and then puts it down in front of him. Just enough foam, but not to the point where it is spilling over. ]

Thoughts are the secondary currency of a bar, you know.

Seems like a lot of places missed on that notice.

[He slides the glass closer to himself, nodding at her in thanks.]

Just a lot going on in the city, and I don't know where to start sometimes.

Or, they don't have excellent service like what you'll find here.

[ Tifa gives him a gentle smile. If anything, she can at least get him to lighten up a bit. He may not tell her the story, but, leaving the bar in higher spirits than when he came in? That will go far. ]

Most people start with the ones that run the city. Then they complain from there.

[He laughs softly. Slick, that one.]

Easy target, right? I wouldn't blame them either. A little bit of complaining sometimes gets the job done. But me? [He drinks from his glass. Good stuff.] I just get paid to solve the complaints.

( off they go again, departing from order's sanctuary and into the belly of the beast. beasts of course, being the seemingly endless droves of manikins that had been gathering lately. )

It seems... they haven't yet reached this plain. Should we take a moment to rest?

[ it's always something in these unending cycles... fight the forces of chaos. find someone that should be a friend who is no longer that way. win the war. repeat. even if she doesn't remember everything? the knowledge it happens is what unsettles her so. ]

It can't hurt. [ her hands go up and she stretches. ] Been awhile since we have rested, right?

( there's a small exhale of relief from the summoner, who was still processing all the missing faces at the sanctuary when they'd left. leaning down to brush at her robes, yuna forced a smile— trying to keep a light tone. )

It probably only feels like more than I remember last time, right?

( the amount of manikins, she means. there's a laugh to follow it up, but despite her effort, it's obvious that her heart isn't in it. )

There is that. [ tifa turned to look at her then. she rested one hand on her hip. ] Who really knows how long it's been. Especially with everything that probably happened.

(( a mysterious warrior (aerith) makes the scene with many of her memories in tact... but is she an agent of chaos? or simply someone who didn't make it to order's sanctuary with the others? or maybe... some kind of guiding force? y/n? lmk and i can change up whatever if it doesn't work! ))

( the fog began to clear on the battlefield, and with the fading mists, the figure in the distance finally seemed to take shape. as she stepped forward, the long ponytail slid in front of her shoulder as she tilted her head to the side.

between them, the lifeless forms of dozens of manikins, which she didn't seem to notice, or mind. )

You're looking for him— isn't that right?

(( YES LETS DO THESE. ))

Tifa is taken back by the sudden appearance of the woman. brown hair, pink bow she--she's familiar. does she know her? not from waves but .... it's something more. isn't it? she stares at her with her fists lowered slightly. bruises mark her arms and legs. ]

Yes... sorry. Do I... know you?

Hmm. I'm not sure.

( it's playful, the way she says it, at least. just as she raises a finger to press against her lips, hinting that such information might just be a secret. )

But I think the only thing you'll find this way are more manikins, rather than answers.

[ tifa's eyebrows knit together at that. it's familiar though... so, they must know one another. ]

You've been here before? So, that means you know the way.

More or less.

( she keeps a tight smile. )

Why don't I show you the way?

[ tifa wants to hesitate, but, something inside her is telling her to trust this woman. that maybe she should know her. she's familiar. so, the monk rolls her shoulders and nods. ]

Okay. Lead the way.

You got it. ( and with that, she gives a small wave, motioning to follow her. )

It's much easier to travel in groups, anyway. The manikins certainly aren't above doing that, am I right?

( there's an airy chuckle to back that up, as she claps her hands behind her back, walking on. )

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lmk if this works

I hope this works with it!

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dissidia shenans

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that's this, more dissidia shenanigans from cura???

AERITH FRIEND

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