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 Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 9:58 am
Midgar
Midgar is the main city in the world of Final Fantasy VII and its spinoffs. It's very technologically advanced, due to the Mako Reactors. It consists of an upper plate, or so-called "pizza" atop the eight sectors, which used to be respective cities, but now are mostly slums with decaying earth and no vegetation, due to the Mako Reactors draining the life force around Midgar. On top of the upper plate is the headquarters of Shin-Ra Electric Power Company that controls the whole city. The 'leader' of Midgar, although Shin-Ra introduced a figurehead mayor, was President Shinra, until his death, and then the position was taken by his son Rufus Shinra. The city is destroyed by the Lifestream, and is in ruins. Parts of the city's ruins are used to build the city of Edge off of the "edge" of the city in the movie Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. But Midgar was soon the site of great battles in both Advent Children and Dirge of Cerberus.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 8:19 am
It was nighttime in Midgar, and everything was relatively quiet around the area under the plate of Sector 5. Strangely enough, there were no people lingering about the streets like they usually did. The slums became quiet, the people restless. But that was because danger was fast coming their way, and they knew. They were hiding in fear for their lives, no doubt. These were monsters coming their way, and they had no way to defend themselves against them--the people above the plates never cared for them.
No, it was all just by luck that a blade-wielder happened to get lost in the old Church. It was a strange sight, that much was true, for a man in uniform to just stop by an old, degrading church to gaze tirelessly at a patch of flowers. But, then again, flowers were a rare sight in Midgar--practically luxury items. And this one was no man, not with the helm taken off.
Medea had been staring at the quaint little patches of color for quite some time now. At least before a loud, rude banging came from the wooden door behind her. Exasperated, she let out a shallow breath and replaced her helm. "One minute," her soto voce came out, turning around to meet a throng of Shinra troops with Shackle in hand, "just one, was that too much to ask?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 9:51 pm
Melody occupied the long hours of night by simply staring out into the sky. Her beautiful blue eyes would open in awe every now and then when they witnessed a gleaming star. There she was again, thinking about her brother and what missions he was accomplishing with his party. She had been living by herself for awhile now, and she could happily say that she was getting used to it. She was relatively known around the neighborhood so she would occassionallybe invited to dinner. Ever since her brother left Midgar not many people had hired her for an "odd" job. Though, she didn't blame them for not many people had ever seen her in battle. No, most people always assumed her brother did all the work.
She heard the whisper of the wind grow stronger, and she tightly wrapped her red coat around her body. The teenager was curled up into a ball on top of her bed, and her weapon lay leaning on the wall besides her. It was late, and it amazed her that she was still awake. That always meant one thing though, and that was that danger was lurking among the area. Melody had the odd ability to know when some kind of danger was around her, or like most called it- paranoia.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 9:48 pm
A dark form appeared, seemingly out of the night itself.
Syric glanced this way and that, noting the neighborhood he appeared in wasn't exactly well-off. He pulled his hood up over his head, obscuring most of his face behind the gray fabric and the shadow it cast. The large man noted a large 5 posted on a nearby sign before taking a seat at a bench underneath a flickering streetlamp.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 7:55 pm
Medea stepped down from the stairs, having finishing off another unit of the troops the company sent for her. She heaved a deep sigh, noting the fallen figures of the men she used to work with. Well, it wasn't like it was their fault, anyway--had they any choice? She didn't, not when she was one of them. "Nothing personal," she reminded herself, replacing the sword on her back. Besides, they wouldn't have recognized her if she hadn't put on her old uniform on. No one really knew what she looked like without the helm, after all.
Just when she thought everything was over, she turned to her right to see a bunch of Rajinchos blocking her way. The ex-SOLDIER sighed tiredly, deciding against using her sword this time. "Come on, come on," she mumbled, getting into stance, "gotta make this quick. Still have to get some chores done."
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 9:23 pm
After a few bolts here and there, another battle was quickly ended, and Medea couldn't be thankful enough that she had the Dark Thundaga materia equipped--always finished things quickly, that it did. But now she was out of energy to use any more. She had to get back to the city soon. There was little time left before the next squad of Shinra troops would find her, and yet again delay her appointment back at home.
There was a lesson to be learned here, and she wasn't going to fool around and put on the uniform for fun again. At least not before she was able to modify it.
Not wanting to waste any more time, the girl sped through the dark streets hurrying off to Sector 5. But not long after her first encounter, another set of monsters blocked her way. Shoot, was it her, or were those creatures beginning to have more time on their hands lately? One after the other, they came over and over. Things were beginning to get tiring, even for her.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 12:13 pm
Shortly after sitting down, Syric found himself nodding off into a drunken stupor. To make sure he didn't pass out in the street, as he had in the past, the large man stood and strolled off in no direction in particular.
Five blocks and two dozen philosophical musings later, the hooded man turned a corner to find a group of monsters ganging up on a single soldier.
With a slight sigh, because he really didn't want to get involved, the hooded man stalked forward. He closed his eyes, reaching out in the air and collecting the moisture in his hands. To anyone watching, a trio of icy blades seemed to just appear in his hands.
With aim as true as if he had been sober, Syric let fly at the monsters.
"Loud buggers..." Syric mumbled, then yelled, "Don't you know people are trying to sleep!?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 8:13 pm
"These guys have to learn to leave these people alone," the soldier found herself muttering, "it's not like I get paid for getting rid of them anymore." And still she had to wear the nostalgic uniform, deeming it unsafe to enter combat lest she be exposed, recognized because of her unique fighting style.
With a sigh, the warrior got back into stance. Prepared to leap into combat, the monsters before her suddenly fell to the ground--dead--before disappearing completely into the lifestream. Before she could utter another word, Medea caught sight of a stranger whose face she couldn't see. Then, the shout of a voice that was vaguely but incredibly familiar.
The ex-SOLDIER was about to give her gratitude for saving her the trouble, when she noticed--is this man drunk?
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 8:16 pm
Choosing to stay alert, Medea kept her eyes on the man. She had wasted enough time already, and she of all people should know how stubborn Shinra could be. This man knew how to deal in combat, and not every civilian in Midgar would do that. That was one enough reason for her to be wary. But this man hadn't seen her weapon yet, so there was still a way to go around this without conflict.
"You there," she began in her soto voce, keeping up her male SOLDIER facade, "state your name and business here, lest I take you into captivity." Then she mumbled, mocking a Shinra operative, "We don't want you hurting anyone in your current state now, do we?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 3:56 pm
"Get..Off...Of...Me!" a voice shouted from about 20 feet away from the ex-soldier and the drunken foreigner. There in the darkness lay a young teenage girl fending off one of the monsters that was clawing at her. The monster snapped at her face, but Melody had here sword neatly blocking the path of the monster's attacks. She was a fool to be taken off guard, and not to mention how it was already hard enough to see in the dark. The two of them exchanged glares, before the young girl had a chance to kick the monster off of her. As the beast flew in the air, Melody took her chance to practically throw her giant sword in it's gut.
"Serve you right!" she smiled in triumph before dusting off her vibrant red coat, and picking her sword back up.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 5:35 pm
The sudden sound was easily picked up by the ex-SOLDIER's enhanced senses, and at fear of finding a civilian in danger, Medea turned her attention to its direction. But with relief, it appeared that the conflict had been well taken care of. Being Shinra's experiment had its perks, because of all the operations she'd gone through, the distance didn't seem so far off with her sight. Besides, she still had the other stranger closer to her to take care of.
Still, Medea wanted to be sure. "You, over there!" she cried, "Are you alright?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 9:09 pm
Syric wavered lightly as he leveled an incredulous stare at the person he had just saved. His clouded mind rolled for moments, trying to figure out a way to flee this situation.
"Well..." Syric began, before the girl in the red's outburst.
Taking advantage of the distraction, the large man did what any drunk man would do.
He ran. In as straight a line as he could make.
"See ya!"
As he approached the young woman in red, Syric made an appreciative grunt. He could only imagine what he looked like to the teenager.
His massive frame wrapped in a gray leather trench coat, with his hood up obscuring his face, the ex-assassin-turned-pirate was a pretty intimidating force to behold.
"Thanks." He said as he passed, only to nearly fall on his face some paces past her. He recovered well, for someone in his condition, and kept on in a full sprint.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 9:23 pm
The uniformed figure watched the towering figure sprint for a second before finally snapping out of it. Muttering a curse under her breath, the girl immediately took off after him. She couldn't afford to let him get away when he could very well tell Shinra of her whereabouts. In reality, even if he had answered her a moment ago, she'd have found a way to take him into custody anyway.
It was high time that Medea found out how Shinra's troops always found her whenever she went out to rid the towns of a few monsters now and again.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 9:33 pm
Taking advantage of the knowledge over the man's being drunk, Medea took off from her spot. As expected from an ex-SOLDIER operative, she came close to her target in a reasonably short time. But surprisingly enough, to her it seemed that whatever she did, she couldn't actually come close to him. What was wrong with her?
Taken by a sudden, familiar sort of frustration, Medea drew Shackle from her back and cried out words before she even thought them. "You won't get away. Not again!"
It was late and she still hadn't realized--it was with her real voice this time. Merely the thought that her, of all people, could not catch a drunkard was more than enough to drive her mad. Darn helm was too heavy, she had to blame it on that!
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2008 5:17 pm
The large man was in the process of pulling himself up over the chainlink fence when something within his strong chest stirred.
The soldier, who Syric presumed to be a man, called out to him with a strikingly familiar feminine voice. He turned his head to confirm his suspicion, but in doing so his heavy boot slipped off the top rail of the fence. The drunk cursed under his breath as he swung down off the fence, losing his balance and sliding down into a sitting position against the fence.
"Huh..?" Was all that the ex-assassin could utter.
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