Tifa Lockhart
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I'll keep smiling to hide the pain I feel inside. I don't think I'll ever be the same...
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 25, 2008 20:59:41 GMT -5
Tifa was about to laugh in his face about the whole 'lets get Tifa on the stage' thing when she felt the chill of the wind past by her. Tifa felt a shiver run down her spine as the wind flicked strands of her hair across her face. The door to the bar closed behind a rather odd looking man, not odd in the way of strange looking but more like he didn't fit in right.
Tifa took a step closer to Toren, her stance was defensive for she sensed that this man wasn't here for the drinks. She gently grabbed Toren's arm and pulled him behind her.
"The bar is closed...are you after anything?"
Tifa was unsure of this man, not to mention all the new people who came into her bar rencently. Strange things were happening and she wondered about Cloud.
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Taron
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Post by Taron on Jan 25, 2008 21:10:30 GMT -5
He put his arm around her, "You have nothing to fear Tifa im here." His hand went to his revolver right away. "Do I know you from somewhere?" He asked curiously, "Well it dosnt matter the bar is closed. So if you would please leave this place." His face went red for he had just noticed his arm went around her. "Are you ok Tifa?" He looked deep in her eyes as his ear faced the man, for he would be ready to shoot if anything bad happened. "Hey Tifa look into my eyes you have nothing to fear. Im here for you, his hand was lightly gripped around his gun as he was ready to draw. He smiled hoping it would give her confidence.
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Tifa Lockhart
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I'll keep smiling to hide the pain I feel inside. I don't think I'll ever be the same...
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 25, 2008 22:00:15 GMT -5
Tifa noted Taren's arm go around her followed by his reassurances, and to be honest a little switch went off in her head. His touch made her blood boil and her face go red for all the wrong reasons. He embarrassed her, made her look like she couldn't take care of herself. She wouldn't even look at him when he asked, she wasn't helpless and she wasn't fearful at all.
"I'm fine Taron and can take care of myself..."
She said this under her breath so only Taron would hear. She had to refrain herself from hitting him so all she could do was walk away. If he wanted to deal with that man fine but right now she wanted to 'deal' with him.
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Taron
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Post by Taron on Jan 25, 2008 22:05:25 GMT -5
"Look im sorry, I dont think that you can't take care of yourself, its just its instinct to protect those around me. Plus to be honest I really would not anything to happen to you. I know we just met but I like you a lot already. So I can't help it, If you want I can let go and leave if you dont like me at all. But I think that you would at least like me around to help with the bar and get to know one another more." He was serious in his tone. He moved her face to look him in the eyes, "I know that this might be embarrassing for you but hold on. I did not mean to embarrass you. I would never want to do that. I....I just wanted to help I guess. Please forgive me." He was very serious, and he couldn't lie to her. It was all in his eyes even the dumbest of people could see it.
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Tifa Lockhart
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I'll keep smiling to hide the pain I feel inside. I don't think I'll ever be the same...
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 25, 2008 22:18:56 GMT -5
Tifa felt her blood freeze and her senses go numb.
"Thats enough Taron..."
Tifa pulled away from him and nooded her head to the new man who entered in.
"Like he said we are closed if theres is nothing you want then please leave."
Tifa began to clean up, she did not look at Taron and if he was to come near her right now she'd punch him.
(short and sweet sorry)
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Taron
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Post by Taron on Jan 25, 2008 22:28:31 GMT -5
He sighed, he started to clean up as well. "Im sorry Tifa I did not mean to upset you." He was getting pissed now and he felt a hunger for blood coming on. "damn it" he whispered under his breath. At the same time his materia hunger arose as well. He quickly took out a bottle of red thick stuff and drank a bit of it. He then did not try to hide it took out some Materia and ate it. It was obvious he was just to hungry to hide it. He started to glow as his hunger went down and he felt good again, he now had the ability of Blizzard. He began to mop up some trash, he wondered if she would ask him about it. He began to hum ,a little bit. "I...really am sorry Tifa."
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Post by Four Fiends on Jan 25, 2008 22:29:54 GMT -5
Rubicante observed from under the cloak, watching as they reacted to his presence. Such reactions could be considered natural, perhaps expected. After all, one did not have to truly see him to know he was unnatural. As one of mixed origins, deriving from the planet but being laced with the material of Jenova, there was absolutely nothing natural about him. The initial response to his presence gave him something; the name of the woman. He now knew that she was Tifa, the owner of the building. Rubicante also noted that Taron went right for his firearm. While he understood the instinct behind it, he was almost offended at the idea of being killed by such a weapon. But then, maybe Taron could do it. He wasn’t entirely human either.
His observation over, Rubicante responded in turn. He allowed himself to laugh, as if he was amused by something unknown to the others. “Oh, I see. My apologies. I am not from around here, you see, and so I was not sure of such things.” He made a show of looking around, so that the hood swiveled from left to right in a scanning motion. “But if I am not mistaken, you are in dire need of aid.” He made a motion of stroking his chin, inadvertently revealing his red hand for a quick moment. His commanding voice rose a final time. “Might I be the one to give it?”
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Tifa Lockhart
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I'll keep smiling to hide the pain I feel inside. I don't think I'll ever be the same...
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 25, 2008 22:50:46 GMT -5
Tifa looked up as she heard the laughter, a deep chuckle that came from that mysterious man. This wasn't the only thing that caught her attention, Taron was glowing and she only just manage to glimpse that he had swallowed something as well. Shaking the thought her attention was once again on the strange man. She didn't like him yet she had no real reason too.
"Well...welcome to 7th heaven, whats left of it...So you want to help..."
She looked over to Taron and wondered for a moment, who were these two really? Why come now and offer help? What did they really want?
"Whats you name?"
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Taron
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Post by Taron on Jan 25, 2008 22:54:53 GMT -5
Taron smiled, and wondered what the answer of the man would be. He looked familiar to him. He started to clean up again his hand still near his revolver. He slowly released his hand and was ready to grab it in less than a second. "Yea, who are you? Have we met before, I just feel like I know you? Am I right or am I wrong." He did not care he just wanted to figure a way to get Tifa to like him again. He was not smiling right now he was sad, but quickly put a smile on his face.
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Post by Four Fiends on Jan 25, 2008 23:27:01 GMT -5
When asked for a name, Rubicante felt no reason not to comply with something. It would not be the truth, of course, but it would certainly be something to ease the mind. Placing a hand to his chest, he gave a deep bow. “You may call me Virgil.” He returned to his upright position without further hesitation. “Please pardon my lack of manners. I seem to have left them back home.” He gave a low chuckle at this, still managing to keep the line apologetic. “But of course, I would be more than willing to help. No man with any semblance of a conscience would allow a young woman such as yourself to fix this entirely on your own, prior help or otherwise.”
The Fiend of Fire was ready to begin whatever was needed when Taron spoke up. The man had at least withdrawn from his weapon, but seemed to be tense. Even more discomforting was the fact that he had recalled him so easily without a face. Granted, it had only been three years, but with someone like Rubicante the voice was the least remarkable aspect.
“I cannot say for certain.” Rubicante crossed his cloaked arms. “I am a bit of a traveler by nature, so it is not entirely impossible.” He moved closer, bending down to lift a particularly large piece of wood. Nobody seemed to mind his maintaining the cloak, so he did not bring it up. Better to stay away from that topic.
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Tifa Lockhart
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I'll keep smiling to hide the pain I feel inside. I don't think I'll ever be the same...
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 26, 2008 23:18:43 GMT -5
Tifa eyed 'Virgil' blankly, was that a lie? she followed him moments as he began to clean up with her and explain himself. She just kept quite with all that was happening, these two new people just happened to be here...she found that hard to believe now. Though didn't seem much a threat yet this man did.
It was the way he held himself that had her worried, he came here with a purpose and it wasn't to clean up her bar. So as she moved around the room she watched him, trying to find any sign of who he really was. Then she saw it, a flash of red...skin.
Tifa kept it to herself but made a mental note of it.
"So Virgil what do you do for a living?"
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Taron
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Post by Taron on Jan 26, 2008 23:25:08 GMT -5
Taron kept cleaning up, he noticed that Tifa saw something about him. He wondered what, there was something remarkably reminding of him. He found another whole bottle and secured the bottle. He made sure that they were safe, then he began to actually fix the two broken halves of the bar. He was doing an amazing job, soon it looked good as new. He was still ready for anything. He began to think of who the man could be, he pondered. Then he got Tifa in his head, he couldn't get her out and he did not know why. Maybe he was really falling for her, but he did not think so since they had just met. Of course he had never experienced this kinda thing so he did not know.
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Post by Four Fiends on Jan 26, 2008 23:35:31 GMT -5
Rubicante felt the tension in the room remain as steady as it had, but did his best not to react to it. After all, he was the traveling figure Virgil for now. Why would such a man, with nothing to hide, show signs of guilt? He wouldn’t. While working though, the Fiend eyed Taron from the brim of his hood. The man looked as he had three years ago, but at the same time he was changed. That Taron had been confused; lost to the affliction piled on him by modern science. But now he was cool and restrained. It seemed that his time with him had done some good after all.
With a start, but failing to be surprised, Rubicante found that he was still being scrutinized. It was a fairly natural question to ask, as it seeked background without being too personal. He could work with that. “As I said, I travel quite a bit. As I do so I take note of my surroundings, making sure not to miss a single detail. I am writing a book, you see.” He stood, a pile of wreckage under one arm. “With the world the way it is, few people have the desire to get out and see all there is to see. My book will provide detail on the wonders that still stand, so as to show them that there are still sights to be seen.”
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Tifa Lockhart
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I'll keep smiling to hide the pain I feel inside. I don't think I'll ever be the same...
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 26, 2008 23:42:32 GMT -5
Tifa listened to his answer and smiled, a book, she thought as she picked up a broken chair. The thought of a book about the many different places would be a nice one to own. Though she was still unsure of him she only had one other thing to do before she would let him just get on with what he was doing.
"You know we do have a cloak room...why don't you hand me your jacket? It will be much easier to move and clean up if you were free of it."
Tifa smiled sweetly at him and she straightened up a fallen bar stool and then held her hand out for him.
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Taron
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Post by Taron on Jan 26, 2008 23:49:14 GMT -5
"Yea, hell Ill even take your coat Virgil. That thing must way you down some, come relax. Let me take that coat of yours off. Come have a drink." He poured a glass of alcohol, it was a random bottle the tag was torn off. It was alcohol though, it looked to be like a Jack Daniels. He was trying to figure out who he was, he had a clue but would not react to it yet. He was very calm and collected, no matter how you looked at it there was no bs in his answer.
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