Calm after a storm (tifa/Denzel)

[vayne]

i'm strong from what they made me,
THESE ANGELS WHO CARRY ME

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Vayne wasn't well trained to handle kids but after what happened earlier he wasn't going to let this one walk home alone. Bunch of jerks opening fire in a crowd of civilians, he hoped he met them again so he could cut out their lungs and shove it down their throats. He let those thoughts run away since there was twelve year old in his presence. Those thoughts led to words that were just as bad or worse and he didn't want to become a bad influence on the boy. Not the reputation he wanted for himself, least not here. His home world already had people thinking he was bad, like they wouldn't pull the same crap in his situation.

The red head was letting the boy lead, Vayne was mostly there to make sure he got home safely. It wasn't nice to just say 'well just got you out of trouble have fun getting home!' Vayne could be mean but that was just wrong on hundreds of levels and then some. As the silence was getting bothersome he finally decided to speak up, "So what were doing at that rally thing anyways?" He asked, trying to sound genuinely interested though it didn't really matter to him. Vayne just wanted something to talk about since quietness made him feel uncomfortable. Though it may give him some insight into this world, he wasn't sure if the boy was a local or from a foreign world like himself.

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[Denzel]

After the fighting broke out in the square Denzel never did get a chance to get any of his questions answered, instead being forced to go back home by some strange man who was still following him. Just where exactly did this guy think he lived anyway, maybe the man was a local and actually lived in this world and he thought the boy did too. Keeping his head down he kept up his spot in the front as they went back to New Bodhum, not that he had much choice in the matter. It was highly doubtful but maybe everything would turn out and he just missed something in the small rural village that could help him.

As they walked Denzel couldn’t help but keep throwing glances over his shoulder at the man. Why did this guy help him when he didn’t know anything about him, better yet why was the man still following him? He didn’t look like he was one of the people in the village, it was a pretty small place and even he started to recognize who people were for an outsider anyway. The sudden break into a conversation caused the boy to wince slightly in his walk. “It doesn’t matter, it’s not important….”He muttered deflecting the question as he kept his head down. If this guy hadn’t been so insistent the boy would’ve tried maybe staying in Acadamia a little longer talk with someone more knowledgeable there. His mind kept going back to that fire spell he cast on his own and that encounter he had with….whatever it was in the ruins.