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Jordan sat by the entrance to the Fort condor reactor. Guard duty wasn't a bad job for a new SOLDIER and it was his first. The Youth knew he had to do a good job here to impress the higher ups in Shinra. If he didn't there was no way he was going to be trusted with anything, never mind being able to protect people he wouldn't be trusted to wield a sword. Or at least so he told himself.
Jordan was beginning to relax a bit, nothing was happening and it seemed unlikely to do so from the looks of things. The nice weather was nice but wasn't helping Jordan keep his mind on the mission. The sun beat down and a slight cooling breeze was blowing, perfect.
The young SOLDIER looked up at the sky, he still wasn't used to the huge expanse of blue. He had the strange feeling of being pulled up. After a few seconds of looking up Jordan's head dropped, as he began feeling queasy. The sky aside Jordan loved being out from the slums, the world was so beautiful.
With a sigh Jordan dropped that line of thought and got up, he had to focus on the job at hand, just in case.
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Post by FF:JE Manager on Jul 23, 2012 16:34:03 GMT
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"On your feet recruit! Stand up straight and show pride you work for Shin-ra!"
The thunderous voice bellowed around the area. Stood before you was a SOLDIER first class, he had his hands on his hips as he stood over you. His uniform fit snugly over his chest and arms, he was of quite a big build but nothing compared to body builders. His hair was short and brown almost like a skin head.
"As you may or may not know, since the incident involving a high ranking member of SOLDIER we are down by serious numbers. Do a good job here and you may just find yourself on the path to promotion. The job is simple. Protect the reactor at all costs and I mean all costs! No excuses. No failure. Another recruit will take over in six hours time."
His voice dropped while speaking and he saluted you at the end before turning on his heels and walking off. At least you had a time frame now, hopefully there wouldn't be any disturbances or events that would make this simple guard duty more than it needed to be. [/style][style=width: 420px; padding: 5px; font-family: verdana; background-color: #9d89a0; border: 1px dotted #6b586f; border-top: 0px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #584d5a;]words ☆XXX tags ☆ muse ☆ notes ☆
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Jordan began to hum, his back slouched and his mind began to almost itch for action. it was so boring. Then a voice hollered across at him, yelling instructions. It was a First class SOLDIER, the highest that could be attained, they were heroes, one and all. Surprised at the appearance of such and esteemed warrior Jordan's back straightened as he jumped to his feet.
"Yes sir, my apologies." Jordan said unflinching, he would show his abilities. nothing would get by him without dire need of a new body. Then he looked at the 1st class as he explained the outline of the job and why SOLDIER was low on numbers, he had wondered.
"Yes, sir. Thank you sir." Jordan smiled saluting. happy to know it was only 6 hours, He Had half been expecting an all-night job, it was good to know it wasn't so. Then Jordan dropped his arms as the 1st class left, his arms returning to his sides. He had to go a good job here, he wasn't going to give up this reactor for anything. He needed to prove he was worthy of the title SOLDIER, he would become a hero.
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Post by FF:JE Manager on Jul 25, 2012 15:49:08 GMT
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"Oh look a low ranking recruit. This should be easy."
The male's voice bellowed as he began to laugh, the other thinner male chuckled a little before pulling out a rifle. It seemed there were ready to make their starting moves but did this have to end in violence?
[Trigger Event! Make the choice of trying to take Avalanche out of bombing the reactor or engaging them in battle.]
credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style][style=color: #c1c291; font-family: georgia; font-size: 26px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 10px; ]Which Side Will You Choose?[/style]
Taking a slightly relaxed attitude to guard duty in a lonely place such as Fort condor was natural, not much really happened here. There was nothing to stop boredom from creeping in, and as such after the 20 or so minutes Jordan was waiting it began to. Jordan eventually out of boredom began to play "I spy" with himself. The final round was won with "three people coming this way" followed buy a few seconds pause and Jordan straightening up at high speed.
Then his eyes narrowed. This wasn't right, why would the three even be here? Were they the AVALANCHE troops that the Report had mentioned? It was certainly a large chance. It was also a chance he could not ignore. As the three began to get ready for a fight Jordan looked between them. They had both the advantage of numbers and they looked ready to fight, what they said was also true, he was only a new recruit. but the SOLDIER stood his ground.
Perhaps they would be willing to talk though. "I apologize, but this area is under the Shin-Ra companies control. I must ask that you leave. Civilians are not allowed near the reactor. I'm sorry for any inconvenience caused but I'm just doing my job." The SOLDIER said, Jordan was really bad with people but he wouldn't attack without reason. Until these civilians showed any intention of violence or trying to force their way into the reactor he would not threaten them. Probably not the wisest choice but the most honorable.
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Post by FF:JE Manager on Jul 26, 2012 17:01:05 GMT
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"Guess they haven't worn him down yet. Barrett get him out of the way so we can do this." The male was now identified and boy did his name fit the persona.
"Sure thing Tifa. Come on little guy."
Both on first name terms which suggested non military and if they had a dislike for Shin-ra it must mean they are part of some resistance group. Barrett pulled up his arm which had a firearm attached to it, he looked to you and began to move towards you whilst Tifa yanked the younger male and began to search in his backpack for something.
Barrett towered over you as he reached over to grab you with his free hand.
[Trigger Event! Let Barrett man handle you or try to push him back. This option will begin a battle.]
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The large man and the woman spoke. One thing struck Jordan "they haven't Worn him down yet" as if they had expected him to have lost something. But fortunately Jordan wasn't that easily confused by words. Then the "Barrett" simply tried to move him.
Jordan was never one to start a fight and in fact often shrunk from a confrontation, hating to hit because of a lack of trust in himself. so moving him would have been easy.Jordan stopped in his tracks and was simply moved by Barrett. Jordan simply went limp and dropped his head. he didn't even try to reach for his sword. They were only fighting for what they thought was right, just the same as himself. how could he stop them? How could he ever be a "Hero" if he attacked people for their beliefs?
The "Hero" looked at Barrett. He was oddly close to tears from a mix of shame and conflict, and conflicting shame. For once Jordan stopped and opened to someone who wasn't his mother. "So why do you fight Shin-Ra?! They supply Mako power to the people, all they do is help! what do you want to plunge people into darkness and powerlessness? you are doing something very selfish. Why?" he asked, completely lost and baffled. then he looked down again.
The SOLDIER put his hand to his head and covered his eyes. He sunk to his knees. His first mission, his first hurdle and he had failed, was this really the right path for a hero? If he had been asked this morning he would have said yes but bow he wasn't sure. Were Shin-Ra people really good? or were they corrupt? was it good to drain the world of its life force? Jordan knew none of the answers. He never had, but know when faced with a real situation was it right to fight if you didn't know what was right?
Why do I fight? Jordan asked himself in his mind looking back over to the group. Then he drew his sword. His reason to fight was to be a hero, but what hero fought for such a selfish reason? Jordan fought for what was right. A company that cared so little for people as to start a war for money and built the Midgar slums was not right, no matter what. Jordan's body showed no readiness to fight. He simply looked at the SOLDIER emblem on his sword. Was Shin-Ra the team to fight for? no, that much he was certain of. The Youth looked at the ground and dropped his sword. He wouldn't fight them. With a sad sigh Jordan retrieved his sword and put it across his back. "Well that's it, SOLDIER won't take me back now. I failed. My life is gone. I have nothing, even my humanity is gone to Shin-Ra." The youth stood and then looked at the group again. "Might as well go out with a bang. Mind if I tag along? I want to know if you are doing the right thing for myself, see if I made the right choice to leave Shin-Ra." he asked them, Shin-Ra weren't the right people to fight for, but was AVALANCHE right for opposing them? Jordan planned to find out. He also wasn't gonna take no for an answer.
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Post by FF:JE Manager on Jul 27, 2012 17:46:28 GMT
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"What?"
Tifa managed to squeak out a response while Barrett turned back to face Tifa with an angry expression on his face. He pointed between you and Tifa waving the arm with the gun attached into the air.
"He's a damn spy for them Tifa! He will stab us in the back and give everything of ours to Shin-ra!"
Barrett began to descend upon you again, it seemed like he was actually going to hit you this time until Tifa shouted for him to stop. With one hand on her hip and the bomb in the other she walked over to you slowly and stopped just inches from your face. Her dark eyes peered into yours as though she was looking for some sort of meaning to your change of heart.
"If and that is a big if. If we let...'tag along' how are you going to prove your loyalty to us? Barrett...see if he will help you with that reactor. Then maybe we can talk somewhere more....private."
[Trigger Event! Last chance to choose a side. If you choose Avalanche you may be taken on as member of their organisation. If you decline to help Shin-ra may take you back.]
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Jordan looked on as the three bombers stopped, he wasn't the best and seeing awkwardness and just stood there. The youth watched the three barely moving till Barret went to attack. Jordan just looked at him, doing nothing more than flich slightly. He really wasn't going to fight.
Then "Tifa" manage to stop the imminent beating, somehow. She walked over to Jordan and he froze. He was more frighened of her than Barret. She looked straight into his eyes, something Jordan really didn't like. both because of the discomfort of only being able to look at one eye, and the fact he was bad at eye contact under normal circumstances. his blue mako eyes showed no malicious content, just an honest wish to see it AVALANCHE was the right route to take.
After a pause Tifa spoke. "Jordan" the youth spoke as Tifa paused, being pretty sure he knew why she paused. Then he looked down. he had to chose his words carefully. "Well if you need anyhelp with the reactor I don't mind, I know that my replacement shouldn't be along for a few hours so I don't think anyone will be around, but I am pretty good with a sword if need be. Though honestly im not too good at unarmed. If you need proof I mean you no harm I don't mind giving you my sword. That way I can't do anything to harm you if I were a spy, to show I wouldn't hurt you. Otherwise it wouldn't hurt to have a trained blade protecting your back. Can't say I could set the bomb though, I've never even held one to tell the truth." Jordan said, honestly, there were no signs any of it was anything but the truth.
Jordan drew his sword and offered it pommel first to the group. Sure it was his only protection but to be honest what could Jordan protect anyway?If they took it his arm would drop and he would nod calmly, understanding the reason they disarmed him, otherwise he would nod in thanks and sheath the blade.
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Post by FF:JE Manager on Jul 29, 2012 20:08:41 GMT
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"Just keep a watch out and if Shin-ra or anyone come by......well just keep them away from here."
So...you have gone from guard duty for Shin-ra to guard duty for Avalanche. Moving on up in the world! Either way you had your orders and if you wanted to stick by this resistance group you best do what they say. Barrett took the bomb from Tifa and he began to attach it to one of the reactors, Tifa assisted him while the younger member kept a look out at the other side of the reactor. As soon as you took up your post you would see 3 figures in uniform...actually that was SOLDIER uniform. Crap! Why the hell were Shin-ra coming to the reactor didn't they trust you?! Oh yeah....
credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style][style=color: #c1c291; font-family: georgia; font-size: 26px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 10px; ]Which Side Will You Choose?[/style]
Jordan nodded as he was told to return to guard duty, though now he actually didn't wan't anything to happen. Having to face SOLDIER was not something he enjoyed the thought of. The youth walked back to his post he spotted three figures. SOLDIERs, all of them. Dropping his head Jordan dropped a couple of curse words. "Oh, come ooon." he whined but to no avail, that was definatly SOLDIER, and he doubted how well he could convince them nothing was wrong. especialy since he was a poor liar and something was wrong.
While Jordan didn't know if he was right to betray SOLDIER he couldn't really fight them, not honorably. He would really be better of Siding back with SOLDIER in terms of honor, but deep down Jordan knew Shin-ra was evil and SOLDIER were just puppets. There was no honor in any of this, nether was there any way to be a hero for people to look up to. But right now none of that mattered, these people had shown a complete stanger their trust, albeit only as much as they could afford. Where as Shin-Ra didn't show trust to a monster they had created themselves. Shin-Ra really was only intrested in itself. If anyone was showing promise of being heroes it was AVALANCHE.
Jordan was no fool, he knew one 3rd class SOLDIER, especially one like himself, with such physical limits was no match for 3 SOLDIERs. But Jordan knew he had to at least keep them back.
Drawing his sword from the sheath Jordan got ready to fight, if he was gonna die he was gonna do as much damage as he could first. "Hurry up, SOLDIERs here, three of 'em. Piece of advice, If you wanna live finish up and flee. I'll hold 'em back." Jordan yelled to the rest of the group, it wasn't very nice to hear but to be honest it was nic3er than letting them get minced up by Shin-Ra's lap dogs. He Just hoped they had more sense then to try and back him up. in a moment of shear insanity he made a bet. "If I can hold 'em till the bomb goes off to buy the most time I get a soldi gold bar in the afterlife." he grinned, trying to trick himself into believing it. if he had some reward waiting he'd have something to fight his best for he reasoned.
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Post by FF:JE Manager on Jul 31, 2012 16:30:42 GMT
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"Fantastic. Barrett hurry up I'm gonna help the kid out!"
The younger Avalanche member moved to where Tifa previously stood and pulled out another small bomb from his backpack. He frantically began to try and attach it to another part of the reactor while Barrett looked up to you and Tifa. He chuckled rather loudly and then pointed over to you both.
"Ha just like a woman! Almost done here just hold em off!"
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Not too long after he yelled Tifa ran up beside the SOLDIER, obviously intent on helping out. He glanced to the side. she honestly didn't look that strong, but he knew better that to judge strength like that. however she was both unarmed and human, something no SOLDER was and the SOLDIERs approaching were defiantly armed. With a much more serious tone sounding almost dark and agitated Jordan spoke to Tifa, never moving his gaze to her. "This is SOLDIER, they aren't normal humans. Are you sure you want to engage them? They're much stronger than most." he said coldly, he wanted to avoid injury but Tifa didn't seem to care.
The Soldier relaxed a little, almost dropping, this slight change instantly gave away how he fought, Jordan relied on speed. he would cut quickly and often rather than launch powerful single attacks. Jordan sighed this wasn't easy for him He was fighting SOLDIER, the very Heroes he looked up to. The only reason Jordan was still here was he fighting for others now, if he hadn't he would have fled by now. His morals were the only thing pushing him forward.
Then Barret yelled over telling them to hold on. "Will do, just do what you gotta, don't worry about me. I can handle myself." Jordan said back, he glanced over to Tifa again, he just hoped she was as good as she was confidant, otherwise things might get messy.
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"Just give it your all, I will back you up. We can't let these bastards interfere with us."
Her voice was cool, calm and collected. Tifa had been in this sort of situation before so it was natural she wouldn't feel on edge. Three SOLDIERs hardly deterred her or the other two Avalanche members, they continued to set the small bombs around the reactor. Teamwork was of the essence now, one loose cannon on the team on either side and the battle was already decided.
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Jordan growled almost bestially. He was scared, annoyed and determined not to prevent injury to the others if he could. Lifting his sword the materia in Jordan's hand began to glow and the blade quickly cackled with thunder. The young soldier slowly lowered his blade until it turned to be parallel to his face then held the sword in both hands and dashed forward, going in for the fist SOLDIER since it was closer. He thrust forward then snapped back, like a pendulum and swinging his hips and tuning on the ball of his left foot he swung down at the SOLDIERs right thigh. [104 words to block/ dodge. 20 damage. 10 mp cost. 40 mp left]
This done Jordan Returned his blade to his side, ready to strike again. This battle probly wasn't his advantage but Jordan planned top deal some damage if he could.
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The three young SOLIDER had a good chuckle to themselves until you demonstrated your strength by attacking one of them. He stumbled backwards gripping his weapon even tighter, the other two looked to you and then back to their comrade. He wiped a hand across his cheek where your blade had caught him, blood began to trickle down his face and onto his hand. His eyes fixated onto you with a rage you had not seen directed at you before. He cleared his throat and stood back next to his fellow Shin-ra colleagues. The gun he was holding raised into the air and aimed at your arm, a shot was fired off almost instantly.
Tifa kept her fists raised and awaited your next move.
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Jordan was oblivious and determined, almost mad even. Far too gone to the battle to be intimated, he needed to finish this quickly and much like a tank if Jordan came towards you the smart thing was to run away. The Shin-Ra lapdog had made his last mistake by firing. Jordan had planned to cause a retreat by knocking him out quickly, but as Jordan vainly tried to defl3ect the bullet it bounced down and buried itself in his left shoulder. Barely making a muff Jordan winced quietly his right arm moving towards his left. With hardly a seconds hesitation the fury came back ten fold.
Slicing up from his left hip all Jordan's strength went into a quick slice towards his right shoulder, swinging the sharp blade in a massive arch. The Young now Ex-SOLDIER didn't care if his hit connected or not, Jordan Immediately thrust forward towards the first SOLDIERS abdomen
------------------------------------------------- Jordan's stats: HP: 300 of of 350, fifty taken in damage from the SOLDIER. Mp: 150 Atk:400 Def:150 Mag:200 Spr:250
Attacks: 1: normal attack= 400+10(from sword) - 20 for opponents def. 2: normal attack= 400+10(from sword) - 20 for opponents def. Total 780 to SOLDIER 1 if both hit.
Post by FF:JE Manager on Aug 17, 2012 17:45:17 GMT
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"Kick his ass!"
Sweat had begun to form on her forehead, she wiped it quickly with her right forearm as she looked back to you. Both of the SOLIDERs didn't make a move, they were reloading their weapons ready to take you both out.
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Jordan cringed as he with drew his blade, killing wasn't as easy as stabbing something. However he knew he couldn't just stop, this point was re-affirmed as the SOLDIER's opened fire on Tifa. Then she attacked, using the lessened weight from not using a weapon to go quicker than an armed fighter could. The attack wasn't deadly but had done enough damage.
As the SOLDIER's reloaded Jordan saw a chance to attack, dashing forward he pointed the tip of the blade towards his opponents chest. He thrust at the first SOLDIERS chests then jumped pulling his blade back and slicing as his opponents back as he flipped forward. The second Jordan's feet touched the ground he thrust backwards and his opponents chest. then pulled his sword back and turning his hips the transfer momentum from the withdrawing of the blade threw his foot out in a powerful kick, the toes of his boot gliding through the air towards his opponents head.
As Jordan finished this attack he ran towards the Third Soldier as quick as he could and sliced at his chest. Jordan hoped the final SOLDIER would see sense and run away.
Wanting to have a better chance of avoiding any shots Jordan jumped back, towards where Tifa was, that way he had a better ability to keep an eye on her, just in case. In a quick thought of sympathy on the battle field Jordan glanced at Tifa. "You okay?" he asked simply, knowing this wasn't the time to drop his guard. ------------------------------------------------- Jordan's stats: HP: 300 out of 350. Mp: 110 out of 150 (40 used for Blade dance) Atk:400 Def:150 Mag:200 Spr:250
Attacks: 1: Blade Dance = 400+50 (from the ability)+10(from sword) - 20 for opponents def. SOLDIER 2
2: normal attack= 400+10(from sword) - 20 for opponents def. SOLDIER 3
Total 440 to SOLDIER 2 if hit. 390 to SOLDIER 3 if hit
Post by FF:JE Manager on Aug 20, 2012 16:41:48 GMT
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"Hurry up Barrett we are almost done here! Jordan come on finish them off!"
Her voice was almost like a shriek! Barrett grumbled something about almost being done as well as muttering some expletives in your general direction. The third SOLIDER whilst you had been distracted hand fired off two rounds hitting you in the leg. He laughed into the sky as he began to reload his gun.
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Jordan nodded at the others and readied his blade, before two bullets drilled their way into his leg. Jordan's left leg collapsed under his weight and he stumbled to the floor, flinching in pain.
But the final enemy Took pleasure in taunting Jordan This drove him over the edge, Jordan lost it, Standing again Jordan leaped forward Furiously and swung his sword out at the air. Landing Jordan thrust his weapon. thrusting it into his opponents torso. Before the SOLDIER had chance to move Jordan leaped into the air slicing his opponent from above, then he landed and thrust back ward. Finally drawing his weapon back and Turning, pelting his foot into the opponents head. Falling back to the ground Jordan Couldn't stand. Instead his Materia began to glow "THUNDER!" Jordan announced the bolt of electricity Jumping forward to strike his opponent. There was no way this SOLDIER was leaving alive, he was a disgrace. No hero but a bully.
------------------------------------------------- Jordan's stats: HP: 200 of of 350. (hundred lost to the two attacks by SOLDIER 3) Mp: 60 out of 150 (50 lost to thunder and blade dance) Atk:400 Def:150 Mag:200 Spr:250
Attacks: 1: Blade Dance = 400+50 (from the ability)+10(from sword) - 20 for opponents def. SOLDIER 3
2: Thunder=200+50(for Thunder) - 0 for opponents Spr. SOLDIER 3
Fort Condor. From what Kefka knew of it, its reactor was one of the largest power sources on Midgar…or something like that. A valuable asset to whoever could take it. He’d have to keep an ear out where it was concerned, but he wasn’t looking to capture it. Yet. Too stationary. He had an entire Magitek army ready to turn on him if he made one wrong move, he knew it, and while he was willing for the time to keep himself in Gestahl’s good graces, he wouldn’t sit down for him for long. Sitting was for dogs! Following was for sheep! He’d build his own army, away from the watchful eye of the emperor.
That’s what brought him to Midgar—already ravaged by Shin-ra and disillusioned by the destruction they wrought, the inhabitants of Midgar lay vulnerable, ready for whatever he wished to do to them. He didn’t want just anyone, though. He wanted SOLDIERs, and the reactor would be a fine place to start. Anyone relegated to guard duty would jump at a chance to break the monotony, right? The thought of actually succeeding at taking some of Shin-ra’s officers made him giddy; that would show them what for! Nobody took his job and got away with it scot-free! This world was supposed to be his to destroy!
He huffed impatiently as he flitted toward the facility. Where were the SOLDIERs? ”I don’t have time for this! You’d think that they’d have a perimeter…oh?” His furious muttering was interrupted by the fact that there was a guard after all, hung up in a fight. He was doing pretty well; despite beginning the fight outnumbered, he had successfully taken down two of his attackers. Not bad. Maybe he’d do! Kefka was eager to get his hooks into the boy, but one step at a time, he reminded himself. There was still one more to deal with. He edged closer to the action as the young SOLDIER’s onslaught began. Blade in hand, he ruthlessly ripped his enemy to shreds, Kefka noted with a twisted grin.
As a bolt cracked across the field, surely decimating the man in its way, Kefka cheered manically and approached the victor with a short burst of applause. ”What a good show!” Funnily enough, he sort of meant it.
Post by FF:JE Manager on Aug 22, 2012 22:29:24 GMT
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"Lets get out of here this thing is gonna blow!"
Tifa grabbed a hold of your wrist and began to yank you away from the reactor with Barrett and the younger Avalanche member following close behind. But as you ran expecting to hear an explosion....nothing happened. Huh...maybe Barrett hadn't set it up quite right? Tifa dropped your wrist and spun around to see a young man with flowing black hair dressed in a black suit holding the bombs Barrett had attached to the reactor. He fiddled around with them for a few moments before dropping them to ground and kicking them over to Tifa. He smirked devilishly towards Tifa and winked.
"Maybe next time Avalanche....maybe next time."
The young man shoved his hands into his black trousers as he walked off back towards the centre of Midgar, Tifa and Barrett watched him leave until he was no longer in sight. They both hadn't noticed the clown even though Tifa had ran right past him to grad Jordan and pull him out of the way. Her eyes soon flickered over to the clown before looking back to Jordan with an exasperated look.
"You stickin with us kid or you going back to them assholes?"
[Choice! Join Avalanche or face your punishment as SOLIDER and remain in their ranks.]
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As the final SOLDIER fell to his blade, Jordan stopped entirely. He stood a while watching the bodies. Saying a silent prayer for them and an apology. He had taken life today, and though they were enemies they were still people. Then he sheathed his blade, looking towards the mad mage who had spoken. But before the SOLDIER could answer Tifa yanked him away. Jordan didn't have the will to fight and was simply dragged before Tifa dropped his arm.
The Suited man spoke and gave back the bombs tauntingly, something Jordan for one was glad off, since it meant that the power flow wasn't interrupted. Then Tifa asked who he was sticking with. Jordan's eyes dropped to the floor. "Hmm . . . Well Shin-Ra isn't right, they are too corrupt. But then you are too violent and too hot headed yourselves. You destroy and where does Shin-Ra get the money to re-build from selling even more of the planets life-force and raising prices for those in the slums. So i don't know. I'm gonna keep looking for the right thing to do, Sorry" Jordan said quietly then turned back towards Midgar.
The little girl with the dolphin hair glanced at him just as he leered forward, and was off before he could say a thing. So rude, and then she tried to drag his target off! Ruder! He'd have to remeber her face--she'd pay for her insolence! As all the boring interactions were cut off, he caught a snippet of their conversation--"So I don't know. I'm gonna keep looking for the right thing to do, Sorry..."
Well, well...a lost soul, ripe for the reaping! Hahaha! It must be my lucky day! Surely I could string the kid around for a little while, right? My own little SOLDIER, ready and willing to do all of my bidding...oh, this is just too good to pass up! He smothered a devilish grin as the SOLDIER turned and walked his way. He was moving too slowly! Kefka darted forward, closing the distance in a hurry and looking back at the Avalanche girl with a vindictive grin. "Looking to get away fom Shin-ra, hmm? Of course you are! You have better things to do than pal around with those bozos."
If the boy was as naiive as he seemed, this would be almost too easy! Getting a closer look at him, though, Kefka was starting to doubt his decision...this gangling young thing barely looked able to hurt a bug. Did this mousy kid really take out three SOLDIERs? Really? If he didn't know any better, he'd be doubting his own eyes, but he supposed one lanky little teenager was better than no-one at all.
Either way, if he decided to drop the kid now, he'd have to really drop him. Off a cliff, or something like that.
Post by FF:JE Manager on Aug 27, 2012 17:56:19 GMT
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"Next time we meet kid....just you wait!"
And just like that....Avalanche had left the scene. Their mission failed by some punk kid. You were now the only two left near the reactor but that wouldn't be for long. SOLIDER will have been deployed by now to head to this area, it would be wise not to stick here any longer than necessary.
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Jordan was quite detracted, his mind going through a dozen things at once as he walked forward limping slightly, most of which were questions of what was right. Then Kefka seemed to dash over, the sudden movement shocking Jordan he almost reached for his blade, somehow though his hand never raised. He looked at Kefka's face as the Mad Clown spoke. "I'm not sure about bozo's, but you are correct. I wish nothing more to do with the greed and injustice Shin-Ra deals in." He said, oblivious to the fact the clown could ether mean him harm or that it was probably silly to reveal so much of his motives. But then oblivious was Jordan's middle name or at least it would be if that was how middle names worked.
The young man looked away from Kefka, then looked at the ground. "So who are you? not many would approach a complete stranger and ask if he were planning to quit his day job." Jordan half chuckled. "What interest do you have with a deserter?" Jordan wasn't the brightest bulb when it came to people but one thing he did know was that The Jester obviously had some interest in him for some reason and he wanted to know why.
As the boy limped around pathetically it occurred to Kefka that now would have been a convenient time to have Cure magic…but he didn’t and likely wouldn’t any time soon (white magic was for wimps!) so he cast the thought from his mind without giving it another moment of his time. There were bigger fish to fry at this point. The boy was distracted, lost in thought--the perfect time to pull the wool over his eyes! He probably wouldn't give whatever Kefka said a second thought. That was good, very good...
As he talked, Kefka realized that the kid was a bona fide open book! He was just throwing around his plans, it was like he didn’t even care. Kefka almost felt sorry for him. Almost. But not really. The little brat did want to poke around in his business though, so Kefka cooked up a bit of a lie for him. ”Why am I interested? Why, I’m a deserter of sorts too, you see, and us deserters have to stick together, right?” It made him absolutely sick! He wasn’t going to keep this up for long…and as his thoughts drifted back to the slave crowns he had ready, he realized he wouldn’t have to. If he could just get the kid back to Vector, he could just pop a crown on him and be done with it—and he’d still get his SOLDIER!
If Jordan had more skill handling people he would have been more suspisiousl but he wasn't so took Kefka's words at face value. This was most likely not wise. he nodded as Kefka explained his motives. "Not the strangest reason I've heard, I suppose we do. I can think of no-one else who would help such people." He shrugged.
Jordan foolishly had been taken in, he was bad at spotting liars and believed everyone good until proven otherwise. The Ex-SOLDIER sighed a little and considered walking on since he could think of little to say. "I'm assuming you want something. . . Sir." he said after a slight pause. looking at Kefka for a second he realized the Clown still hadn't introduced himself, and had in fact only really asked him a question.
"I'm Jordan, I was a SOLDIER, but as you saw we've had . . . a disagreement." The young lad spoke with almost too many pauses, giving away his inexperience with people. He paused then sighed. "look, I'm sorry but today hasn't been a good day So I'm going to go. Goodbye." Jordan said politely then walked off the scene, making sure to avoid Midgar. He was pretty sure he was no longer welcome in the city.
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"Maybe next time Avalanche....maybe next time."
