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Post by Angeal Hewley on Jan 5, 2013 16:00:08 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; border-radius: 20px; border: 5px solid #000318; background-image: url(http://i1109.photobucket.com/albums/h424/Shade066/Random/abg103.png);] Angeal wasn't even sure why was he doing this, it wasn't like he was a regular drinker. However that was he he needed now, a good strong drink. After his encounter with Zack a couple days back he couldn't really get over the fact that he was alive. Angeal was glad that someone like Zack got a second chance at life. That the man could live his dream to be a hero, like he always wanted. However, Angeal didn't know what to do with himself. He has never been placed in a situation like this. As odd as it was he couldn't be ashamed of what he has done during the time that he has been in this world.
Still that didn't change the fact that he hasn't found his place in this world. Maybe one day he might but at the moment he was still lost. And Zack's forgiveness was something that he needed to hear but never expected to hear it so soon. Looking down at a peculiar building he flew down and landed softly on his feet. He was using his wing more often these days. It was a good way to avoid people most of the time.
Angeal looked at the doors of the bar, 7th Heaven was its name. he wondered if it was a good idea to just go in with what he has on his back still present for all to see. There has been enough talk about an 'angel' roaming the city. He didn't want to start more rumors that weren't true.
The fact of the matter was that Angeal was the farthest thing from an angel, at least in his eyes.
He entered the bar, ignoring the looks he was getting, more specifically his wing. He sat at one of the stools at the edge of the counter and looked at the warm atmosphere that this place was giving off. He was trying so hard to ignore the stares he was getting, but it was his fault this time. He wanted a drink so he had to deal with the stares, as much as he didn't want to. "Give me something strong.... with apples if you can."
It seemed that some things never changed in his eyes. He still loved apples, he was still a country boy at heart. No matter how much he changed that was one thing that didn't.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 5, 2013 18:21:10 GMT -5
It had only been two nights and Tifa had already gotten too see the most peculiar looking people. Some civilians she could tell were from Edge, but many of them looked sad when she questioned them on their family. Then there were the others whom Tifa could never cease to be entertained by, the elaborate clothing, the bright colors and the accessories. Still, she kept the smile on her face as she mixed drinks.
Tifa was used to the occasional perverts and every once in a while she would have to usher someone to the waiting section till they had someone to take her home. In this new place, Tifa knew she couldn't be as rough as she was to those in the slums and edge, a new slate and a new reputation. It was almost like the dream bar Tifa pictured all those years ago and she couldn't help but tap her nail on the wooden surface.
While in the middle of mixing, Tifa didn't look up when the stranger appeared. She could sense there was something off and upon looking up she didn't hide the gasp that escaped her lips. The way he dressed, the way he held himself and that evident glow in his eyes... she had seen it too many times.
Tifa didn't move she watched and waited till he approached her at the bar, Tifa's muscles tensed up, ready to attack if he dared so much as tried to cause trouble, but what really grabbed her attention was the one white wing that extended from his back.
'Like Sephiroth.'
As he settled down his request made her raise both brows in surprise; it was the way he asked that reminded her of Cloud so much. There was something so familiar about him, but Tifa had never seen him before... this man reminded her of Zack...
Tifa could only nod her head and allow a smile to pass over her lips. No, this man couldn't be bad not the way he acted and not the way he sounded... he was no Sephiroth.
Turning her back to him she quickly whipped up an apple rum mix. Usually for lighter drinks there would be an abundance of apple, but the way he said 'hard' reminded her so much of that night she made one for Cloud she knew she would have to switch the ratio's. Adding a few drops of a strong substance she had never heard of till coming Academia, she decided this might be the opportunity to try it out.
Turning back to the man she poured him his drink and leaned forward on the table, her eyes curiously searching his for any sign of animosity, but she found none only a sense of honor she always found in Cloud's eyes.
“Who are you?”
She couldn't help but ask, she needed to know and she felt like this man was more significant to her that even she could understand... Tifa had no idea this was the man who indirectly gave Cloud his buster sword. She was clueless, but mesmerized by this man and his one angelic wing.
WORDCOUNT:: Five-Hundred and Twenty-One (521)
MUSICPLAYING:: Aviici Levels
CURRENTMOOD:: Calm and Relaxed
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: Angeal
AUTHORSNOTES:: She's feeling pretty comfortable around him, but she'd like WTF who ARE you! You look like Zack only your not staring down her shirt XD
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Post by Angeal Hewley on Jan 5, 2013 19:54:14 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; border-radius: 20px; border: 5px solid #000318; background-image: url(http://i1109.photobucket.com/albums/h424/Shade066/Random/abg103.png);] Angeal watched as the bartender started to mix his drink. He found it interesting that he was not questioning what was she putting in his drink. SOLDIER have immune systems but they all have their limits. She could be placing a powerful poison in his drink for all he knew. But he had a little faith on the bartender. After all he heard once that there were two jobs that one could never betray, a doctor and a bartender. Each of them held their poisons and could use them to heal or to kill.
It was interesting watching the young bartender mix his drink how they could memorize the ratios and there mixes from memory, without using any tools to measure them. He continue to stare at the bartender, watching the drink being made. The whispers behind him were saying of how much could an angel drink? Or if they could take a few feathers for themselves, just for luck. Angeal didn't have the heart to tell them that this wing was from a monster, not an angel. He was no angel, Zack may have forgiven him but he can't forgive himself, not yet at least.
He saw the drink in front of him. With a soft nod he took the drink into his hands. There was that familiar smell or rum and apples, plus a few other scents that he didn't recognize. With one last breath he placed the glass to his lips and began to drink his cocktail. The taste of apples were there and it was strong, whatever this drink was. He was grateful to find a drink strong enough. The liquid left a slight burning sensation afterwards. "Thank you for the drink, its delicious."
“Who are you?”
"I..." Angeal wondered why she wanted to know. This was the few times anyone had actually asked for his name first. Usually it was him who had to make the first move and even then it was hard to actually do that. He supposed that he should be polite and respond to that. If she was taking her time to talk to him then he had to show her the respect she deserves. "My name is Angeal, I'm just passing through this city."
Angeal looked down at his drink, still wondering what was he going to do next, there was not much he could do. He had lost everything and now get it back was going to be the challenge. He let out a small sigh and looked at the young bartender. "I have a question for you bartender. When a person loses everything what else is there?"
Angeal knew that kind of question was uncalled for. This was something that he had to on his own. Yet asking this to a stranger, one who knows nothing, how they would see it from the outside. It might help him some. "Sorry for asking such a strange question, may I ask what is your name?"
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 5, 2013 21:14:27 GMT -5
Tifa went back to mixing drinks, but she didn't take her eyes off him the whispers coming from the other patrons had Tifa shoot them a look warning them away from trying anything that would result in her giving them the boot.
Tifa didn't expect the question. She put down the mix she was working on some of the other patrons had grown some deceny and looked away the one that were way to intoxicated watched the wing with glazed eyes.
"I'm Tifa Lockhart. What a fitting name for you."
The one winged angel with an angelic name. She could see the irony, but she knew that if he was a SOLDIER then he knew Shinra and may have been apart of their twisted plans. It slowly started to click in her mind, she couldn't judge him for fighting with ShinRa at one point even she appreciated their existence, but the creation of Sephiroth she still blamed them for her papa's death.
"The people you love, those you cherish... these kids I care for I live for them."
She did lose everything, she lost her mom, she lost her dead and in many different ways, more than once even, she lost Cloud. No matter how many times she lost him, she would always make sure she gave him an earful; to remind him that even though they all lost Aerith they had eachother for support.
Her mind went back to Cloud and a from formed on her face. He was still missing and Tifa wanted to see him, just so that she could tell him that he didn't need to be so hard on himself that Aerith was back with them again.
"ShinRa... Sephiroth... they took everything from me."
Tifa knew that such information would let him know why she was so wary of him, but she wasn't afraid of him the bar was filled with patrons from different worlds there was bound to be someone else who could fight... that and the tone in his voice she could hear it he sounded like Cloud. Unable to forgive himself.
Tifa carefully went to place a hand on his shoulder a comforting gesture, her eyes only showed genuine concern... she didn't want another person going down the same self-destructive path.
"Sometimes you need to live for others to find your own joy."
Maybe she couldn't have the family she always wanted, but this was more than sufficient and the joy she had just from being able to give these kids home... she didn't need anymore out of life.
WORDCOUNT:: Four-Hundred and Fifty-Three (453)
MUSICPLAYING:: Adventure Time theme song (It's on TV)
CURRENTMOOD:: Chilling
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: Angeal
AUTHORSNOTES:: She needs to stop being so damn nice!
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Post by Angeal Hewley on Jan 5, 2013 22:35:49 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; border-radius: 20px; border: 5px solid #000318; background-image: url(http://i1109.photobucket.com/albums/h424/Shade066/Random/abg103.png);] "I'm Tifa Lockhart. What a fitting name for you.""Fitting?" Angeal let out a dry chuckle, "I think ironic is a better word for it." Angeal closed his eyes for a second. He had to think things through, he needed to keep his rational thinking. She didn't know anything about him so there was no need to get angry or depressed. She was only a random stranger. "But thank you for the compliment.""The people you love, those you cherish... these kids I care for I live for them.""People you cherish, huh?" Angeal had a thoughtful look on his face. There were only a couple couple that were actually here in Gran Pulse that he cherishes. The only problem was that none of them really needed his protection. He was useless in that aspect. "I really don't have many of those right now. I am all alone in this new world." Angeal continued. "I still need to find out why am I here."Angeal looked at Tifa, she looked so young, there was one other question that popped into his mind after she said that. "You must be very strong. Being a single mother at such a young age.""ShinRa... Sephiroth... they took everything from me."Angeal quickly looked up from his drink. So Tifa was from Gaia too? It seemed that this world wasn't so big if he found someone else from where he was from. Then again from what he heard from Yuna earlier it was normal to find more from his old world. He looked down at his drink, he felt so horrible about that. Sephiroth was his friend. It should have been his responsibility to stop him from going insane. He briefly wondered what would it been like if he was there for Sephiroth when he was all alone. What would have been like if he worked harder to protect Zack from the shadows of Shinra, if he worked enough to help save his friend Genesis. Now, he had to face the facts, all the things could have been prevented weren't. "I'm sorry Tifa." He apologized, "For not doing anything to stop Sephiroth."Angeal stood up from his stood and summoned his large sword, Exalted, into his hand. He gently put the large blade on the floor on the corner of the room. He wanted to show that he meant no harm to her. He then sat back down and messed around with his bracer until it came off. He placed the Materia bracer in front of Tifa and he took off his black leather gloves. "I know that I cannot fix what my friend did to you, but I mean no harm Tifa. If you are still wary of me I'll pay and be on my way." Angeal slightly flinched when Tifa placed her hand on his shoulder. It felt so.... motherly if he could place a word. She looked at him with those eyes that didn't hold any pity, nor hatred. Only full of kindness and gentle thoughts. "Sometimes you need to live for others to find your own joy."
"I know," Angeal nodded. "I just need to know how to do that. " He let out another chuckle and drowned his drink. "People in this city call me an angel, but the truth is that I am only a monster, one who can only destroy. Maybe I can't live for others. I don't know why I came back from the dead Tifa. That is the thing that puzzles me the most."Angeal looked for for a moment before letting a small smile. "I'm sorry for this morbid talk, I am not being a very good customer am I?" |
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 6, 2013 3:12:26 GMT -5
Tifa could only smile, he couldn't see it, but Tifa could see the kindness and noble heart, she didn't press on she wouldn't ask him about who he was, where he was from all she knew was this was another lost soul struggling with coming to terms with what ShinRa had done, perhaps he noticed just a bit too late, but Cloud had never mentioned this man to her. If he was a SOLDIER; maybe he knew Zack Fair...
"People always think they're alone Cloud, my friend, I see him in you."
It was all over his face, his words and it alarmed Tifa how many lives ShinRa destroyed. This new world did nothing to help, people couldn't rebuild their lives in a world where other people were already settled, but they couldn't do anything but pray to be able to go home... hopefully they would find a way in this lifetime.
"You'd be surprised how many people could use a SOLDIER... an ex-SOLDIER like you."
There was no ShinRa, but there was a gaping hole in the hearts of so many where ShinRa took everything away. Still, she knew it wasn't her place to bring SOLDIER up, especially since this may not even have been a SOLDIER, but another object of ShinRa's experiments; perhaps he was like Sephiroth...
No she mentally shook her head, no one could be like that monster...
Tifa was about to make a joke about her strength, but her mention of Sephiroth and ShinRa struck a nerve and she knew that her earlier suspicions were probably right, but what she didn't expect was hearing Sephiroth being called a friend.
Tifa said nothing for a while, it was still odd to think that at one point Sephiroth was a good guy. She couldn't picture this man with the angelic name could be friends with such a cruel and evil man. This man had no idea the pain Sephiroth put them though, her papa, her hometown, manipulating Cloud and ultimately.... Aerith. All those years of living with the fact that if she had paid attention her friend wouldn't have had to suffer such an untimely death, but Aerith was back and all that pain had washed away.
"I don't know why I came back from the dead Tifa.”
He had been dead? Tifa thought that perhaps Aerith was a special case, because she was an ancient she was given a chance to return, but if this man was dead... then maybe it wasnt just Aerith, but in general people were retuning to life. Did that mean her parents could be alive wandering somewhere? Did it mean that... ZACK! Tifa's eyes widened when realization hit her, the sword, the mako eyes and the fact that this man may be more involved in her past and her friends' past in an way none expected.
Tifa crossed around the bar, ignoring a drunken patrons attempts to try and reach out and touch her. Tifa sidestepped the drunk and stood just in front of the man her eyes staring into his mako infused one she needed to know... she prayed this man would have the answer.
"Have you heard of him? Have you heard of Zack? Do you know if he lives?"
Aerith and Zack alive would mean Cloud wouldn't run anymore. No more blaming himself, he could live life with the two greatest regrets wiped from his heart; perhaps now he wont need to ask for forgiveness but begin to forgive himself. Maybe that was where Cloud was, with Zack travelling around this world trying to find her. Tifa's tone was desperate; this might be her only way of finding him.
“Zack... he was a good friend of Clouds and I just... I need to know if he's alive.”
If Zack, Angeal and Aerith were back... did that mean? No impossible! She had watched Sephiroth die twice there was no way he could have returned. It still nagged her, but she ignored it. At this moment she needed to take in the fact that there is one person who might be able to lead her to her friend.
WORDCOUNT:: Six-Hundred and Eighty-Eight(688)
MUSICPLAYING:: silence
CURRENTMOOD:: mehhhhh
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: Angeal
AUTHORSNOTES:: Oh hey so much new information for Tifa
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Post by Angeal Hewley on Jan 6, 2013 23:42:50 GMT -5
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So someone she knows was like him? He wasn't sure if he was happy to hear that. It felt strange that she said that, why was that. It wasn't something to be proud of. Why would someone be at the path that he is currently walking, there was no meaning. Angeal knew this and he still walked through that path. Was he in the wrong? Yes, he was and the worse part was that he would continue doing that. That he had reached a point that he could never turn back. "Then I feel bad for your friend, walking on a path like this is not for anyone. At least he has you to hold his hand when he collapses on the way."
"You'd be surprised how many people could use a SOLDIER... an ex-SOLDIER like you."
"Why would they need a SOLDIER?" Angeal asked. All that they do was put fear in their hearts when Shinra was in power. Was Shinra still in power right now? He should ask but that would be rubbing salt on the wounds. In his eyes it didn't make sense why would anyone want a SOLDIER around. A mark of the past. "Won't I make the people feel uneasy or just down right scare them off. After all I used to work to that one thing that took everything from you. Even if I was only an experiment to them at the end."
Angeal looked down at the empty glass. "Can I have another?" Angeal wanted another drink. He just needed to think a bit more clearly, maybe drinking alcohol was the opposite of what he needed to do but for now he wanted just to relax and let those problems weigh him down later. "That was really good, it reminded me of Banora whites."
"Have you heard of him? Have you heard of Zack? Do you know if he lives?"
So it seems that she knows Zack, he was proud of his student. He got to stand on his own and become his own person. He got to know so many people and they got to meet him. As a mentor and a friend he couldn't be more happier. As he thought back it was always like that. It was in Zack's own being to make friends with anyone he meets. He looked at Tifa with a sad smile. "I do know him, I used to teach him back on Gaia. But he already surpassed me, more that he will ever know. I know he'll be able to reach his dream to be a hero. And he is alive, I saw him not too long ago. He wanted to find someone close to him and went out to look for her. I wish him luck."
“Zack... he was a good friend of Clouds and I just... I need to know if he's alive.”
"I wouldn't be surprised," Angeal let out a small chuckle. "He has always been like this. He would befriend even the most stoic of people. I guess I am one example." Angeal pointed at himself lazily. "I used to be more closed off, I only talk to a few people outside of work. Then Zak came along and pulled me out of that shell that I placed around myself. So your friend Cloud has met Zack in SOLDIER?"
Angea couldn't remember the name Cloud, maybe this was a person who came into Zack's life after he died? It could be there was plenty that he couldn't see or remember. There were bits and pieces but that's about it. He looked back at Tifa. "He is alive Tifa, and if I remember how Zack is then I would imagine that he would look for your friend too. That is just the kind of man he is."
Angeal let out a small smile, even after everything he did. Even after he pushed the man too far. He was able to see that puppy like smile. He was able to talk to his friend. For Angeal it was enough, he was glad he got to see his friend once. "Where is your friend anyway?"
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 8, 2013 11:57:11 GMT -5
With the confirmation of Zack being alive and the fact that this man saw him; it didn't surprise her, but it didn't make her any less relieved. However, Cloud was not with him especially since Angeal didn't seem to recognize the name. Figures, Cloud never was a SOLDIER and had probably never been heard of by Angeal. Still, she wondered if Zack could have mentioned him. Before returning to the bar she quickly picked up the nearest glasses, the man was almost passing out on the empty glass... Tifa would have to make sure this one got home safely.
At the bar she once again made Angeal a drink, this time adding tiny bit of caramel liquor just for added potency. Perhaps it was the mako, but for some odd reason Tifa noticed that anyone with infused mako seemed to have a higher tolerance for alcohol. Sliding it over she gave him a thoughtful look her eyes going over her patrons once over.
“Cloud, hold his hand? I don't think he'd ever let someone hold his hand; rather deal with things alone.”
There was an amused look on her face at the thought. Cloud was a good person and she knew that deep down he may have forgiven himself, but it never changed the fact that he was good at keeping things to himself.
“Won't I make the people feel uneasy or just down right scare them off
Tifa shook her head and giggled, she nodded towards the crowd of people occupied by conversation and drinks a few even pulled out a deck of cards and were having a rather drunken and loud game of poker. It was entertaining and sometimes she found sheer amusement just by watching people and how they acted.
“In this world ShinRa is just a story that hasn't been told. Have you ever considered that you have been given, blessed, with a clean slate?”
Sometimes Tifa would imagine that was the reason all of them were put together in this world, they had been granted this opportunity to be more than just 'terrorists' or 'experiments' at least thats how she started to feel about it. Tifa had almost miss his compliment about her drink and she couldn't help but feel a tad proud that she could pull off such a strong but good tasting drink.
“Banora, I take it was your home?”
Tifa had never left Niblheim, but she had heard stories of the various cities and towns and Banora was definitely one she heard of, famous for its apples, but from what she heard it had been completely destroyed Tifa wasn't quite sure why, but she knew that it was in ruins. Tifa wondered if perhaps that had something to do with why Angeal had died in the first place, but with ShinRa she knew there was always much more to the story than it would appear... she had learned that the day Sephiroth destroyed her home.
As infuriating as it was knowing that ShinRa destroyed more lives than any could imagine, the resentment was gone from her heart. She had no time to dwell on the past she had others to live for and that meant building a better future.
“Maybe you did things in the past that you are not proud of, but you indirectly influenced the end of ShinRa and Sephiroth's defeat. You gave Cloud his sword through Zack and life if your reward.”
Tifa watched the waiters walk around and clean up some helping the drunks to their feet and out of the bar, she would have to stop serving some of the few that were left, but they were still able to compose themselves and not fall over into their drinks.
WORDCOUNT:: Six-Hundred and Twenty-Six
MUSICPLAYING:: nothing really
CURRENTMOOD:: mehhhh (but with muse!)
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: Angeal
AUTHORSNOTES:: Sorry it took a while, been busy with classes >.>
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Post by Angeal Hewley on Jan 9, 2013 5:16:29 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; border-radius: 20px; border: 5px solid #000318; background-image: url(http://i1109.photobucket.com/albums/h424/Shade066/Random/abg103.png);] Angeal always liked the sounds of the bar, even back home. Because it was usually filled with hard working people who would would come to the bar to relax after a hard day. Even if it was for a few hours they wanted to lighten their burdens. Angeal respected that and respected the one who did it all, the bartender. Since that person had to take care of each and every one. He looked at Tifa, she was the one who was giving him that medicine he needed at the moment.
He saw that Tifa was mixing another drink for him, adding a different liquor this time. He watched her hands making that drink, how they moved when making his drink. He was amazed how she was able to measure by eyeballing it. When he tasted the drink he could taste that familiar apples working with the alcohol but this time there was a sweet caramel taste in there. Reminding him of caramel covered dumbapples that he ate as a kid. It brought a soft smile to his face. "This taste brings back memories from when I was a kid. It is delicious Tifa, thanks"
“Cloud, hold his hand? I don't think he'd ever let someone hold his hand; rather deal with things alone.”
"Well just punch him and then hold his hand?" Angeal suggested when he saw that amused look on her face. He wouldn't mind to have a friend like Tifa to rely on if they going got tough. Someone who would be nice and then kick your ass to make you see some sense. It seemed that both this Cloud guy and himself needed one. "If you can't make him make sense then just use a good clean punch."
“In this world ShinRa is just a story that hasn't been told. Have you ever considered that you have been given, blessed, with a clean slate?”
"I know, its better for ShinRa to stay buried in the dark. I don't know how it is now or if its still standing but her is nothing but a fool's tale." Angeal had to think about that for a minute, was it truly a clean slate? For him it felt heavier to be alive than the ease of death. Especially since he was starting to face the ghosts of his past more often than not. He took another drink and answered Tifa. "Maybe, but sometimes I wonder why hasn't my wing disappeared if I was given a clean slate. After all an angel only dreams about being a human."
Angeal lightly shook his head, he needed to stop this. There was no reason for this young woman to be listening to him. Even if she was from the same world and she knew Zack it still wasn't right for him to just keep talking like this.
“Banora, I take it was your home?”
"Yeah..." His voice was very quiet, it was truly sad what happened to Banora. And it was partly his fault, if he had stopped Genesis then that would have never happened. That place, his childhood would have still been there. But not it was nothing than ruins, even its Banora whites were long gone. "I was born and raised there before I traveled to Midgar to become a SOLDIER." He let out a small sigh. "But I guess that is nothing but an old memory now."
“Maybe you did things in the past that you are not proud of, but you indirectly influenced the end of ShinRa and Sephiroth's defeat. You gave Cloud his sword through Zack and life if your reward.”
"So ShinRa did fall then?" Angeal probably wasn't paying attention if she said anything about that. He was a little absent minded when he came in so it might have slipped through his mind. He let out a chuckle when he heard the rest of that sentence. "I don't think so." Angeal shook his head. "After I...." Angeal looked at his drink and drank it all in one go. "Did things to Zack that I am really not proud of I don't have the right accept that. Whatever Zack taught him or told him. Whatever morals did he passed on to your friend it was all Zack. I had nothing to do with it, like I said Zack has surpassed me in more ways that he could ever understand. I can't be rewarded for something that I don't deserve."
Angeal studied a feather that had fallen to the counter. Reflecting on what they were talking about brought back an old memory. One that he had almost forgotten. Angeal did have a person that he looked up to when he was starting out. And that single advice that he gave him.
"Every person has wings on their backs, it is how you use them that counts..." Angeal muttered, not knowing if Tifa heard him or not. "I never thought that I would have to take that advice so literately. I wonder at times why was I even brought back to life. If that this was some kind of mistake. But what is done is done, I am stuck in this new world. I can't just forget what I have done, I need to work to gain forgiveness from others."
Angeal looked at the large sword at the corner. "Even this cursed wing has its reasons. Even if I am a monster then they might as well be used for something other than destruction. Until then I will do what a good SOLDIER should do, be a servant of the people." Angeal looked at Tifa and closed his eyes for a moment. "Sorry about this, things got depressing thanks to my rambling. So how are you holding up with the bar and your kids so far?"
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 10, 2013 0:50:45 GMT -5
Every compliment to one of her drinks made her remember to try the recipe out with others, to her mixing was just a very different form of art. With how he was easily able to drown down te second drink Tifa began working faster on his drink at this point it was becoming second nature. Handing it over she started working on things for some of the other patrons the boys she had hired would comeback with empty glasses and leave with full ones. Sometimes she would consider getting more help behind the bar, but it was something she was good at and even her mixes always had that extra kick no one could imitate.
"Well just punch him and then hold his hand?"
At this point Tifa couldn't suppress a giggle. Tifa never actually sparred with Cloud so whether or not she would win in a fist fight was a mystery, but with her expertise she was sure she could probably get a few hits in before he could. Still, a picture of her fist aimed at his face came to mind and she had to shake her head to clear it. Entertaining; yes! Would she actually ever do it; doubtful.
His guilt of dealing with ShinRa still lingered in their previous conversation and Tifa busied herself with her drinks as she listening. His guilt was so evident in his voice and no matter how hard tried tried to show him there were other ways than feeling sorry for what he did, she didn't know him well enough to gie him a lecture like she gave Cloud.
Maybe, it was best he figured things out for himself, he would start seeing that feeling all that guilt was not going to help the situation. Tifa turned back to the bar and filled two shot glasses with liquer. Handing one over to him she brought one up and paused just before placing the glass to her lips.
“Then how about a drink to the fall of ShinRa.”
It was a new world and perhaps no one knew of ShinRa, but they could celebrate it's lack of influence in this world, it meant that Rufus Shinra would not be able to find a way to interfere in their lives. Tifa listened to his quick nostalgic recap, but she could tell there was much more to the story than he was telling her; he was Sephiroth's friend at one point after all.
The fact that Angeal didn't give himself enough credit almost amused Tifa, she leaned against the bar tempted to tell him to go easy on himself, but she couldn't he would have to realize it himself at one point. Deep in thought Tifa had missed one point he made, but she wasn't even sure if he said it for her own ears of if he thought out loud, either way she wasn't going to bring it up.
What Tifa couldn't believe was the fact that he considered himself a monster. It took her every once of control to not protest aggressively, but she was a voice of reason and instead she began preparing him another drink not realizing that there were more people coming in a this point some obviously pointing at Angeal... it was getting rather annoying.
“A monster is a being that has no shred of humanity, no matter how physically disfigured you may thing you are, you retained your humanity... you are no monster.”
WORDCOUNT:: Six-Hundred and Eleven(611)
MUSICPLAYING:: Koko Tayor Bluez Hotel
CURRENTMOOD:: WIRED!!!
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: Angeal
AUTHORSNOTES:: Yay for Tifa getting wasted.... or just one drink lol
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Post by Angeal Hewley on Jan 11, 2013 17:01:26 GMT -5
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“Then how about a drink to the fall of ShinRa.”
That was something that he could agree to drink that. Shinra was no longer in their lives. They couldn't control them like why would before, him having to fight for the sake of fighting or her being subjected to the rules of one man. They were actually free from all of that. Angeal wasn't sure if this was the way for them to be truly free since they are no longer where they belong. A thought came to his mind, Angeal doesn't have a home left. He would be alone and just as confused as he would be here. A man with no honor and no real home to go to. It sounded fitting really. "Alright, I'll drink to that."
Angeal placed the small shot glass to his lips and drank the shot in one gulp. It left a light burning sensation but not enough to bother him and give him a buzz. He felt his muscles relax from the shots he drank, of course he was still capable to defend himself as SOLDIERs had a better alcohol tolerance. Of course it would not be honorable if he got wasted here, could he get wasted with the amount of alcohol they had? It was really unlikely but it was a strange thought. He would one day come back and drink until he hit the table in drunkenness. He just hoped that there was someone by his side while he did that.
Angeal didn't even turn around as he heard the others come into the bar, with his SOLDIER hearing he could hear the comments that the men were saying. It varired from "look at the pretty wing" to "What a freak that man is." Angeal tried to ignore the comments he was getting, at least the alcohol was making it easier to do so. Angeal instead focused on watch Tifa make drinks. That was at least keeping him distracted.
“A monster is a being that has no shred of humanity, no matter how physically disfigured you may thing you are, you retained your humanity... you are no monster.”
Angeal was about to ask something trivial to keep the conversation going but Tifa beat him to it. Had he retained his humanity like she said, after transforming into that beast.? Angeal really had doubts about that, honestly if wasn't so relaxed he would have said something to counter it. But right now he only nodded. "You think so? Well I sometimes wonder how much of that 'humanity' I still have in me."
Angeal touched his materia bracer with his index finger. The slightly warm metal felt nice and it reinforced his security. He wasn't afraid of losing his humanity, once he lost that, if there was anyone around to end his life then he would thank them. Then again he would be placing that same burden on someone else. So that wasn't good on his part. "I wonder where am I going to go?" Angeal began, "This world is large, I have no one to really rely on. At least no one I am willing to let me rely on them."
Angeal placed the feather on the counter and continued. "At the very least if I do ever lose my humanity then I will be alone. No one will be hurt by me."[/style] |
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 12, 2013 18:47:17 GMT -5
It was good to think that their team had successfully brought down ShinRa, of course in some sense it was also Sephiroth who helped destroy ShinRa, but Cloud was able to silence Sephiroth even for a second time and at that point she didn't believe Sephiroth was back, if he was, there would be more destruction in Academia.
Tifa was growing frustrated with the patrons, their snide comments and the others were just too drunk to focus on anything. Tifa knew it was time to get people out, she urged the waiters to help usher the drunken men as Tifa verbally told them to leave. Disgruntled some started to protest, but after one disgruntled patron picked a fight with her the previous night, no one seemed to one to protest further than mutters and bowed heads.
Of course, Angeal was more than welcome to stay longer, she was enjoying his company and it was good to have an adult and not 13 year old kids, most much younger. It wasn't that Tifa didn't get along with any of the adults; she was just too busy going out and looking for the rest of her friends.
"You think so? Well I sometimes wonder how much of that 'humanity' I still have in me."
Tifa couldn't help but laugh a bit, if this man thought himself an inhumane monster, but after seeing what Sephiroth did and what he was capable of doing, she didn't believe anyone could be any more monstrous than the former SOLDIER. Tifa didnt think it necessary anymore to convince him otherwise, he definitely needed to seek out the answers for himself and if he ever needed someone to talk to she wanted to assure him she was there.
“You will find your way; you'll be alright.”
Tifa watched as the bar slowly thinned, people were leaving some handing her tips others drunkly winking and promising to see her tomorrow night... she would have to put with their antics, but she didn't mind she was used to it and it did give her a good laugh by the end of the day.
After a few minutes the young men who worked with her left the bar, the few who lived with her went upstairs while the rest returned to their home or shelter. It was rather quiet in the bar and Tifa was thankful for the lack of stares Angeal was getting.
“Wherever you go, just know you've got someone to talk to.”
Tifa didn't want him to wander this world without a place to fall back on. It was the primary reason why she wanted to open this bar, it would be a sanctuary for those who were misplaced by chaos or whatever the explanation was for them all being transported to this world.
“If you really were a monster you would have hurt me a long time ago.”
If only he could see what she saw, but he would have to see it himself. Tifa always felt like she could pull people from their despair, but only more recently did she realize that other times people just needed to figure things for themselves.
”Want another?”
Tifa had already started mixing him another drink doubling everything just so that there was enough for two. If there was one thing she loved more than being complimented on her drinks it was tasting them.
WORDCOUNT:: Five-Hundred and Sixty-Four (564)
MUSICPLAYING:: nothings playing; empty quiet apartment to myself
CURRENTMOOD:: WIRED!!!
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: Angeal
AUTHORSNOTES:: being home alone gives you motivation to post lol
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Post by Angeal Hewley on Jan 13, 2013 3:52:27 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; border-radius: 20px; border: 5px solid #000318; background-image: url(http://i1109.photobucket.com/albums/h424/Shade066/Random/abg103.png);] Angeal watched as the other costumers of the bar were being told that it was time to leave. Angeal would also leave, but only after everyone else left. It was best to just leave after there was no one at the entrance. He would fly to some roof that he was sure no one would come up to it and just rest, not a complete rest nor a full nights sleep. Just enough so that he could continue on. At least he had made some money slaying monsters that were deemed dangerous for normal people to slay. He would have to thank his SOLDIER training for that.
Among those lines Angeal closed his eyes and just... imagined the past. He knew that it was useless to do something like that but he just felt the need to do so. His memories would just bring the most trivial things, like when Zack was sick and he had to take care of him. Or when Genesis would recite Loveless while he was making dinner. Or when Sephiroth would just stay silent even after Genesis would convince him of doing something crazy. All of these memories were just random and to others it wouldn't make sense. But to Angeal they meant the world to him. His train of thought was broken when Tifa spoke to him again.
“You will find your way; you'll be alright.”
Angeal felt his heart lighten just a little when he heard those words. That one day it will be alright. That he will find his way back to humanity. Angeal was no saint, but he has yet to become a demon. No matter what his inner demons tell him otherwise. He will fight to the end to keep those demons at bay. "Do you think so? I hope I will be one day. I just don't want to keep these chains suffocating me. I just.... don't really know."
Eventually it was just the two of them. Even the waiters went to their homes. Everything was so different from when he came in. The noise level was low and he was glad for that. It was a comfortable silence, sometimes that was the best sound to him. The sound of silence, something that he hasn't had in a long time. Nothing to worry about, just him and a glass of liquor in front of him. "This silence make me feel at ease, usually it would haunt me, it would terrify me. But right now I feel just fine."
“Wherever you go, just know you've got someone to talk to.”
Angeal looked up from the empty glass in front of him to look at Tifa. Did she really mean it? Could he really come back to this place as her friend? His mind would shout of course she did. But it really didn't feel right for him to rely on her and place any of his burdens on her. He let out a small smile and closed his mako enhanced eyes. "Thank you Tifa, but I wouldn't want to bother you about this. I'm sure you have enough problem on your own. You don't need mine to carry. Just like now, you don't really need to deal with me."
“If you really were a monster you would have hurt me a long time ago.”
"There are other ways to hurt others without using physical force." Angeal said, his eyes started to glow. The images of his subconscious would forever haunt him. He remembered what he did, what he almost did to Zack. Those images would probably never go away. "Zack, he looked up to me when we were in SOLDIER. He would always place his trust in me, almost to the point of naivety. When I went rouge and left ShinRa, while everyone gave up on me and branded me as a traitor Zack still fought. He wanted me to come back. You know how I repaid all of that work?"
Angeal took the empty shot glass in his hand and without realizing it he started to squeeze it. His mind was elsewhere. "I made him fight me, as a true monster and in the end.... he was the one who killed me." Angeal began to laugh humorlessly. "The one who he placed his trust on forced him to become a personal executioner. There is more than one way to hurt a person Tifa. While I don't destroy things physically like Sephiroth I shatter bonds. Even when I don't want to..."
"Shit, I said I would stop talking about this stuff. Some discipline I have." Angeal shook his head. Angeal never cursed unless he was really frustrated. He opened his palm to find cracks on the glass. "I'll also pay for the glass dont worry."
”Want another?”
Even before he would deny having another he could see that Tifa was making another cocktail for the two of them. He let his head hang, there was just one thing that was on his mind. "I just don't understand how Zack could forgive me after everything I put him through. After I made him sacrifice things to continue living. After placing in his hands the burdens that I carried and eventually that your friend Cloud carried. I just never got a real answer out of him."
Angeal looked as Tifa placed another glass in front of him. With the up most gentleness he took the glass and placed on his lips. The rich liquid was smooth and slightly sweet. It was similar as the last time, yet somehow different. "Thank you Tifa," He said after placing the glass down, most of his drink was there. "I guess its true what they say, going to a bar is like going to a confessional. I'm really hopeless am I? I said not too long ago that I wouldn't place my burdens on you and that is the first thing I do." |
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 17, 2013 23:22:53 GMT -5
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Post by Angeal Hewley on Jan 25, 2013 15:59:22 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; border-radius: 20px; border: 5px solid #000318; background-image: url(http://i1109.photobucket.com/albums/h424/Shade066/Random/abg103.png);] Angeal let his thoughts just blend together in this silence. This scene reminded him of the few times he was out in Midgar, he would go to a bar and the place would be almost empty, there was only the one thing that a bar like that could offer. If he could compare them side by side this bar was a clinic and that one would have been a field hospital. He enjoyed the silence like this, it was refreshing. Talking about this, talking about the chains of regret that were in his soul, helped more than he realized.
“You'll never know until you go out there and see whats out there.”
Tifa was a kind soul, something that one wouldn't find just anywhere. Most people would have shoved him aside, kicked him out for doing what he did. After all most thought that bars were for people to come and have fun. To let loose and just forget everything, even if it was for a few hours. And yet, here she was, trying to comfort him and trying to get him to see the best of himself. She was giving him a small push, but he wasn't budging.
At least that was what he thought, he was slowly, but surely trying to give in and believe in her words. He was the angel of Academia, at least that was what he heard some people say. Not that he took most of those words to heart. He knew what he done and what questions to ask, but to find the answers... well that would be something that he would have to do on his own.
“Sure you don't want another?”
Angeal looked up and just nodded, he honestly hasn't gotten drunk on who knows how long. But he didn't have the money to so, he would only focus on the burning sensation and the loosing on his muscle for now. Maybe one day he could come back and really get smashed. Once he had the money for it. Right now he would take whatever Tifa made him, and he would drink it with pleasure. "Thank you Tifa, and I am really sorry for the shot glass." His eyes went back to the cracked glass that rested on the counter. "I got lost in the moment."
Angeal watched as she made two glasses with the same mixture that she gave him before. He would watched how she mixed his drinks. He enjoyed watching the hands of bartenders, they show such grace as a warrior with a blade. He just couldn't believe how could people be that graceful with their hands when mixing drinks. "I like looking at your hands when they are mixing drinks. I always wonder how bartenders are able to mix drinks just right without slippping their grip. You could probably handle a sword with graceful moves likes. That is if you would like to learn."
“It's on the house, next time though I'll make you order the most expensive thing and charge you double.”
"What?" Angeal stared at Tifa for a few seconds before coming with a response. "No, I couldn't accept that. I haven't earned it or anything like that. It wouldn't be honorable for me to accept this. I have the money to pay for it" Angeal could thought about it for a minute. "Alright, then I accept, I'll order the most expensive thing on you have and I will invite everyone for a drink. It is only fair, since you are taking care of kids, you need the most help you can get."
“We all have blood stained hands, you can either let it dry up and possibly infect you or you can wash it away; it's really up to you"
Those words resonated within Angeal, she had a point. Everyone has in some form blood stained hands. Even by an accident or on purpose they have had that mark. He looked up at Tifa once again, he could see so much and yet so little from her eyes. They held so much history, ready to be told, and yet it was not his place to ask. She had already said so much to him would him asking, he she wanted to talk about it she would have said something by now.
"Up to me," Angeal repeated the last sentence. "It really is funny that I lost my way, this tattoo on my chest is still aching. Maybe it will show me the way to clean my hands. This world is so large and so mysterious to you and I. It just makes you wander what kind of answers does it hold for you. I can see that you have found your way, that you know what you want to do. Maybe one day I will too, but for not I am lost and with or without this wing I will climb my way out and free from my chains." He closed his eyes. "It binds me tight, but maybe, I can get a little push from others. Just like what you are doing now. Thank you Tifa."
Angeal waited for a response, however there was one thing that he enjoyed now at this bar than before. The one gift that a bar always offers to a tired and confused man.
Silence.
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