☇ 005 - video & action those in cherrygrove

[solidbarrels]

[ the video feed turns on and the first thing the viewer will see is Cyndaquil's face up close and personal. It looks frantic before it starts screaming into the pokegear ]

Cynda! Cyndaquil!! CynCyn DaQuil CyndaQuil QuilQuil! CynCynCyn Da Cyndaquil! QuilQuilQuil DaDaDa, Cynda Quil?!

[ Waving its arms, it points the camera toward its trainer. Squall looks like he hasn't had any sleep in days (weeks). He muttering to himself. Out loud. There's a wild, bewildered (even fearful) expression on his face. His fingers are digging into his right shoulder. He's without his jacket (and gloves) for once and if someone manages to look close, they might notice the faint burn marks on his wrists. ]

Not Dead. Not Dead. They're alive, they're not dead. They're not gone. Didn't fail them. Didn't let them down. Made sure they'd be safe. That's not them. Can't be them. Not them. Can't be them.

She's not here. Not here, not here, not here!! This isn't her castle. This isn't her trophy room. Not her castle. Not her castle. Not there. Not there. Not dead. They're alive. They're living. They're fine. Not dead, not dead.

[ He grips his head with both hands, shaking it furiously. The Cyndaquil cries out again but its trainer ignores him--apparently this had been going on since last night...]

Didn't fail. Didn't let them down. Didn't fail them. I protected them. all of them. Didn't I? Didn't I? Made sure of it. Made damn sure of it. Had to. I had to. I had to protect them. Be strong. I needed to be strong. For her. For them. For all of them. Wasn't I? Wasn't I?


[ Suddenly Squall's head lifts and he yells out, one arm flinging toward the side ]

Those aren't their bodies!! I didn't fail anyone!!


[ He quiets almost immediately, his eyes widen as if he's seeing something else in front of him.]

Hyne... No...

Cynda!! Cyndaquil!! Quil Quil Cynda!

[ The feed cuts as Squall collapses onto the ground, shaking his head fervently and his Cyndaquil looks pleadingly at the camera--obviously wanting someone to help its trainer.]



[[ ooc: Squall's reliving a twisted memory of Ultimecia's castle with dead (and decaying) bodies littering everywhere. They're ranging from his fellow classmates, to his friends in FF8 to even the Cosmos Warriors. He's also remembering the time Rinoa was trapped in space and in a coma. :> And possibly his sis 'abandoning' him, too, when he was like four. >>;]]

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[thisdesertrose.livejournal.com]

[With a strangled cough, Firion awoke. His neck was on fire and his head hurt and the back of his neck hurt. Every cough hurt worse than the last in his bruised throat and blearily, he noticed Cleffa by his side.]

Wh-Where is Sq-[cough]-Squall?

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[solidbarrels.livejournal.com]

[ He doesn't see them, any of them. Instead he's more focused on the blood on his face, the blood he's not feeling on his fingers.

[ Revolver. Revolver wasn't in his hand. It was supposed to be in his hands when the heat of fire rushed into this face. His blade was supposed to shield him but the fire, it wasn't surging at him. Wasn't flying toward him. It was just near him. Just happened to appear near him, near his face. Suddenly, spontaneously, instantly. Seifer's attack, he saw coming, felt the heat grow hotter as it approached but this... this was different.

[ What the hell was going on?

[ The voices, the song, everything is fading. It's a fog wrapped around his mind. He's still on the island, he still sees the barren wasteland he traversed after Ultimecia was defeated, after Edea had...

[ After Edea absorbed her powers.

[ He killed her, Ultimecia, during the conflict. He made sure of it. Her blood was on Revolver's blade, it took hours (days) for him to be convinced that he got rid of that tainted blood. Even though it only took him an hour to clean the blade from blood so the others wouldn't see what he done, to see the visible evidence on his sword. ]

What's... going on?

[ Squall mutters this to himself (not really expecting an answer--he's alone, isn't he?), the hand on his face dropping down. His eyes are closed, his breathing controlled and even. ]

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[for-cosmos.livejournal.com]

[And finally, finally, Squall is breaking through the illusion, or at least moving out of the murderous rage he had been in before. Anything is an improvement, at this point. The Warrior cautiously drew closer, though not close enough for Squall to strike out against. Hopefully Squall was starting to come to his senses, but the Warrior wasn't about to take his chances.]

We are surrounded by a fog that induces hallucinations. Firion, Cecil, and I are the only ones here, other than your Cyndaquil.