Saffire
Tifa appeared on the threshhold of the bar a couple of hours later. "I'm going to Wall Market for the usual," she told Marlene. "Watch the bar." Like always, the little girl was eager to prove herself worthy in Tifa's eyes.
The woman meant to take the path through Sector 7 to get to the Wall Market, but found her route blocked by two guards. When she asked them about what they were doing there, they cited recent activity by AVALANCHE made them tighten security. Looked like she was taking the train today...
(OOC: When do you wanna enter, Tearin?)
OOC: I'll probably do that right now, actually.
He culd still hear the gunshots. The crying agony. Did that man cry? He did not know. Than what was it that he heard? Perhaps his own cries?
A heavy sword weighed the young warrior down. With it, he drug his form through countless people, littered streets, and crooked muggers to simple street light. Sanity was a word unknown to this senseless doll of a man. This mindless soul wandering through blank space.
So, he fell to the ground, cradling his sword as if it were the only plank of wood in an entire ocean of water. The light, flickering over his head, teasing him with its suttle 'zips' and 'zaps.'
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