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revivalproject2022-03-13 05:09 pm
ziedrich_bearer) wrote in revivalproject2022-03-13 05:09 pm
[Open] Storms Rage For Us All
WHO: Gladio, Noctis, Anyone in Temba
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: The Energy Storm
WHEN: March 11th to 20th (I'm not picky)
WARNINGS: Apparitions, near injury
I. The Visions Come Upon The Unwary
There had been words about it, in the far back reaches of the messaging system, and in the orbs, and in the things people spoke of briefly in worried tones. A storm, one that made things bad. The one that kept their 'captors' away. The one that was supposed to make things difficult. Warnings. And yet all the ominous foretelling doesn't really make Gladio think this was weather to be worried with.
Clearly Gladio was wrong.
The fog rolls in and things feel... still. Quiet. Heavy. Like the deepest embrace of the Long Night back home. He felt alone, so very alone.
And then there was motion. A shadowy figure in the fog. Not alone in the moment then. So Gladio approaches, rushing after the person. Of course the road is broken and shattered, uneven and with plants growing, and that made his steps a bit less confident, a lot more stumbling. But still he chased. Chased not knowing the danger. Not the first time, not even the second time, not even the third.
The first time he finds himself shouting out when the form resolved into a young woman, his sister, and Gladio was chasing her, shouting Iris, please wait! When he chases her, he doesn't know she's leading him into a more precarious building, ready to tumble down.
The second he starts out running the moment he sees the figure. Because how could he not. His father, alive, walking right there. Gladio had to get there. Problem was that he was running full tilt over an impossibly retreating back, and... Well, there was a wall rapidly being approached that he was going to run right into.
The final time he had learned better, and stood back, clearly struggling to not chase not one, but two retreating forms.
"Please," he begged of the apparitions of two men clad just as he was in a black and silver uniform. "Please can't you just be real?"
There was desperate pain in his voice, longing and lonely, and there was fear to reach out. Which in this case was the best thing, given he stood on the edge of the lake, the water lapping at his boots.
II. Always Saving Your Ass [Closed to Noctis]
The storm is a danger. That much Gladio has become certain of, even if he's leery still over calling it a storm. Sure there's lightning flashing through the sky, sure the air felt almost charged in the fog. This whole thing was a lie, and Gladio was fucking tired of it. When the fuck was this storm system going to pass over?
It seemed impossibly long, but that's all he can do.
But some things could be real out here. He knew that. There was no way he was alone in the storm. And when he caught sight of movement, once more, he was certain it would just be another one of the lies.
No, though. This time it was different. This time...
"Noct!" he shouts, running toward the other. And of course since getting closer to Noctis would be a good thing, Gladio stripped over a tumbled rock in the street. Dammit.
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: The Energy Storm
WHEN: March 11th to 20th (I'm not picky)
WARNINGS: Apparitions, near injury
I. The Visions Come Upon The Unwary
There had been words about it, in the far back reaches of the messaging system, and in the orbs, and in the things people spoke of briefly in worried tones. A storm, one that made things bad. The one that kept their 'captors' away. The one that was supposed to make things difficult. Warnings. And yet all the ominous foretelling doesn't really make Gladio think this was weather to be worried with.
Clearly Gladio was wrong.
The fog rolls in and things feel... still. Quiet. Heavy. Like the deepest embrace of the Long Night back home. He felt alone, so very alone.
And then there was motion. A shadowy figure in the fog. Not alone in the moment then. So Gladio approaches, rushing after the person. Of course the road is broken and shattered, uneven and with plants growing, and that made his steps a bit less confident, a lot more stumbling. But still he chased. Chased not knowing the danger. Not the first time, not even the second time, not even the third.
The first time he finds himself shouting out when the form resolved into a young woman, his sister, and Gladio was chasing her, shouting Iris, please wait! When he chases her, he doesn't know she's leading him into a more precarious building, ready to tumble down.
The second he starts out running the moment he sees the figure. Because how could he not. His father, alive, walking right there. Gladio had to get there. Problem was that he was running full tilt over an impossibly retreating back, and... Well, there was a wall rapidly being approached that he was going to run right into.
The final time he had learned better, and stood back, clearly struggling to not chase not one, but two retreating forms.
"Please," he begged of the apparitions of two men clad just as he was in a black and silver uniform. "Please can't you just be real?"
There was desperate pain in his voice, longing and lonely, and there was fear to reach out. Which in this case was the best thing, given he stood on the edge of the lake, the water lapping at his boots.
II. Always Saving Your Ass [Closed to Noctis]
The storm is a danger. That much Gladio has become certain of, even if he's leery still over calling it a storm. Sure there's lightning flashing through the sky, sure the air felt almost charged in the fog. This whole thing was a lie, and Gladio was fucking tired of it. When the fuck was this storm system going to pass over?
It seemed impossibly long, but that's all he can do.
But some things could be real out here. He knew that. There was no way he was alone in the storm. And when he caught sight of movement, once more, he was certain it would just be another one of the lies.
No, though. This time it was different. This time...
"Noct!" he shouts, running toward the other. And of course since getting closer to Noctis would be a good thing, Gladio stripped over a tumbled rock in the street. Dammit.