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paixaorpg2007-11-06 12:36 pm
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A Different Soldier on the Same Battlefield [Complete]
Character(s): Celes Chere
Content: A shaken Celes finds herself at Paixao's doorstep once again. Entrance stuff!!!
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Pre-dawn to dawn.
Warnings: None.
The steel claws of Maranda burned hot against the general's memory of the city called "Paixao". Reality had torn itself away before Celes' very eyes and left her standing in the shadow of a distant dream, a dream that should have been a dream, not a reality. Slowly, her eyes ran over the familiar architecture, taking in the familiar sounds of a world that was not her own. Her sight confirmed the familiarity of the architecture. The gate before her was not a gate of crystal ice. Upon either side stood two, massive giants with clubs crossed.
Celes stood slowly, having rolled the ground over after her falling from her previous position upon. The falchion, present within its sheath, remained where it was as she dusted herself off. The line ahead and the peculiar man she was likely to meet when she reached the front was the last thing upon her mind. Crystal-blue eyes fell to the ground, after which they closed for a long moment. If memory served her correctly, the gate called Joutenheim...but what did that matter, compared to the Hell created by her hand at Maranda? The Empire's hand....
Time seemed as nothing in that moment. Her thoughts were still racing, the adrenaline melting in the pot of confusion. Conflicting feelings, confused thoughts threatening to surface...the stench of smoke, blood, and death lingered upon her form, tainting her. She had been removed from the battlefield, but her body was slow to catch up to the present, given her sudden withdrawal from Maranda. Maranda, who saw fit to dig her claws deeper into the flesh of "The Invincible General".
Invincible...
'This isn't the time,' she thought at length, slowly turning her head in the direction of the gate which rose up like some great beacon against the growing light of the sky in the distance. A beacon of what? She did not know, just as she had not known at the time of her first seizure.
As Celes turned and began to walk towards the gate, there was no question. Everything was different; everything was the same. The situation had changed yet again. Regardless of Maranda, of the claws in her gut, she would have to adjust if she was to survive.
Content: A shaken Celes finds herself at Paixao's doorstep once again. Entrance stuff!!!
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Pre-dawn to dawn.
Warnings: None.
The steel claws of Maranda burned hot against the general's memory of the city called "Paixao". Reality had torn itself away before Celes' very eyes and left her standing in the shadow of a distant dream, a dream that should have been a dream, not a reality. Slowly, her eyes ran over the familiar architecture, taking in the familiar sounds of a world that was not her own. Her sight confirmed the familiarity of the architecture. The gate before her was not a gate of crystal ice. Upon either side stood two, massive giants with clubs crossed.
Celes stood slowly, having rolled the ground over after her falling from her previous position upon. The falchion, present within its sheath, remained where it was as she dusted herself off. The line ahead and the peculiar man she was likely to meet when she reached the front was the last thing upon her mind. Crystal-blue eyes fell to the ground, after which they closed for a long moment. If memory served her correctly, the gate called Joutenheim...but what did that matter, compared to the Hell created by her hand at Maranda? The Empire's hand....
Time seemed as nothing in that moment. Her thoughts were still racing, the adrenaline melting in the pot of confusion. Conflicting feelings, confused thoughts threatening to surface...the stench of smoke, blood, and death lingered upon her form, tainting her. She had been removed from the battlefield, but her body was slow to catch up to the present, given her sudden withdrawal from Maranda. Maranda, who saw fit to dig her claws deeper into the flesh of "The Invincible General".
Invincible...
'This isn't the time,' she thought at length, slowly turning her head in the direction of the gate which rose up like some great beacon against the growing light of the sky in the distance. A beacon of what? She did not know, just as she had not known at the time of her first seizure.
As Celes turned and began to walk towards the gate, there was no question. Everything was different; everything was the same. The situation had changed yet again. Regardless of Maranda, of the claws in her gut, she would have to adjust if she was to survive.