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dualislogs2020-01-21 08:06 pm
final7thheaven) wrote in dualislogs2020-01-21 08:06 pm
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WHO: Tifa and OTA
WHAT: Nooot a great reaction to the executions and figuring out how to cope
WHERE: B Natural - her bar
WHEN: just after the executions, while she's on the job - backdated
WARNINGS: execution talk, definitely some PTSD, burning bodies mention, probably other death talk (mass murder, attempted execution, etc)
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sixflights or wildcard Tifa! She'll be at the bar all day and a biiiit distracted.
For Tifa, this is just like any other day. It starts out with her going to work at the new bar, ready for another day of dealing with people asking for all manner of drinks, another day of listening to conversations and whispers as she wipes down tables, another day of preparing for the inevitable fight. In fact, she's in the middle of wiping down one of the tables, after a patron party has just left, when it starts. At first, she doesn't think much of it. This is probably just more propaganda of some sort, maybe another cry out against the Head, but most likely it's the Head condemning the actions of the rebels, etc.
It isn't until she's finished the last wipe that she really starts to take in what's happening. It's a subtle shift in her at first, her eyes narrowing as the broadcast goes onward with the mayor. No. No, this can't be what she thinks it is.
Except it is. It's nothing short of a public execution and it's far worse than what she almost went through with Shinra. The screams echo through her ears, reverberating through her bones, and suddenly she's not listening anymore; suddenly, she's watching Nibelheim burn, smelling the charred flesh of all the people Sephiroth brutally murdered, feeling the hot breaths of air against her skin, and knowing that she can't help. Her eyes blink and she's transferred to her own almost-execution, the gas chamber she's been tied and locked inside. She'd gotten lucky and she knows that quite honestly. Any longer in that chamber and without Sapphire Weapon cracking the chamber wall, she would have died, suffocated by the gasses pouring in.
Would she have screamed? Probably not. She was choking on gas. There wasn't enough air to breathe, let alone scream.
It takes her a few minutes to pull herself even remotely out of her memories, but as soon as she can, she heads straight for the stairs down to the basement.
"I need some time," she says to anyone she passes on her way down and even though she has one hand pressed to her head and looks like she's about to fall apart at the seams, she won't stop anyone from following her or trying to offer any comfort or support they think might help. Right now... well, she needs to get out a few attacks on one of the punching bags down there.
LATER ON she makes her way back upstairs, having gotten at least some of her pent up emotions out in the basement in some form or other. Now she just has to make it through the rest of the day before she can go back to the dorms or the warehouse or somewhere else and just... stop thinking about all the people and machines that can do horrible things like this.
"Sorry," she says absently as she shakes her head to pull herself back to the person standing in front of her. "I didn't hear a thing you said. Did you need something?"
WHAT: Nooot a great reaction to the executions and figuring out how to cope
WHERE: B Natural - her bar
WHEN: just after the executions, while she's on the job - backdated
WARNINGS: execution talk, definitely some PTSD, burning bodies mention, probably other death talk (mass murder, attempted execution, etc)
Notes: if you want a custom starter, feel free to PM me or hit me up at
For Tifa, this is just like any other day. It starts out with her going to work at the new bar, ready for another day of dealing with people asking for all manner of drinks, another day of listening to conversations and whispers as she wipes down tables, another day of preparing for the inevitable fight. In fact, she's in the middle of wiping down one of the tables, after a patron party has just left, when it starts. At first, she doesn't think much of it. This is probably just more propaganda of some sort, maybe another cry out against the Head, but most likely it's the Head condemning the actions of the rebels, etc.
It isn't until she's finished the last wipe that she really starts to take in what's happening. It's a subtle shift in her at first, her eyes narrowing as the broadcast goes onward with the mayor. No. No, this can't be what she thinks it is.
Except it is. It's nothing short of a public execution and it's far worse than what she almost went through with Shinra. The screams echo through her ears, reverberating through her bones, and suddenly she's not listening anymore; suddenly, she's watching Nibelheim burn, smelling the charred flesh of all the people Sephiroth brutally murdered, feeling the hot breaths of air against her skin, and knowing that she can't help. Her eyes blink and she's transferred to her own almost-execution, the gas chamber she's been tied and locked inside. She'd gotten lucky and she knows that quite honestly. Any longer in that chamber and without Sapphire Weapon cracking the chamber wall, she would have died, suffocated by the gasses pouring in.
Would she have screamed? Probably not. She was choking on gas. There wasn't enough air to breathe, let alone scream.
It takes her a few minutes to pull herself even remotely out of her memories, but as soon as she can, she heads straight for the stairs down to the basement.
"I need some time," she says to anyone she passes on her way down and even though she has one hand pressed to her head and looks like she's about to fall apart at the seams, she won't stop anyone from following her or trying to offer any comfort or support they think might help. Right now... well, she needs to get out a few attacks on one of the punching bags down there.
LATER ON she makes her way back upstairs, having gotten at least some of her pent up emotions out in the basement in some form or other. Now she just has to make it through the rest of the day before she can go back to the dorms or the warehouse or somewhere else and just... stop thinking about all the people and machines that can do horrible things like this.
"Sorry," she says absently as she shakes her head to pull herself back to the person standing in front of her. "I didn't hear a thing you said. Did you need something?"
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And when she approaches, he holds the helmet out for her.
"As I'll ever be. You ever been on a bike before? I can try not to go too fast. Should warn you, it's pretty loud on one. Can be hard to hear the world outside of the bike."
They can talk in privacy, he means.
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"Cloud's taken me out for a ride before," she answers, waiting for him to get situated. "My ears can handle the noise."
The privacy will be good for them, she thinks, and he shouldn't have to worry about going too fast for her. She's had a lot worse at this point. Like driving an escape car while Cloud fends off a bunch of Shinra goons on his bike. Or that car they left behind at Nibelheim.
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"Hold on."
He knows she's strong enough to do so, so he pushes forward and pours on the speed quite quickly. Once they're on their way and settled and sighs. And speaks into the microphone he had secreted in the helmet. Yes, he made some modifications. And there is a receiver in her helmet too. Ain't he thoughtful? He's glad for it now.
"So I guess your guy's plans are going to matter a lot more now."
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"Handy," she says at first. Whoever came up with this was right on the money. "I guess so. He's always been a good leader." Whether or not he believed it of himself, Tifa always saw that in him. Maybe he hadn't made it into SOLDIER. So what? He was turning into a hero anyway.
"You're not getting cold feet, are you?"
She wouldn't blame him if he didn't want any part of it after that horrific display, but it's only strengthened her resolve.
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"I was trained as a spy and assassin since I was a child, Ms. Tifa. I don't back down from a vital mission. Especially when the lives of people I love are on the line. For Seifer, Rinoa and Squall? I'd die to see them home and safe. I'm raring to go, I just need to be pointed in a direction. And we definitely need to start looking into securing vital people for the planning process. Sooner or later the Head is going to figure us out. But me? I'm a born rebel. Even before my training. I grew up in a town that became annexed by a foreign power. They killed my parents for fighting their hold. I would disappoint them if I didn't fight just as hard for this place."