In Memoriam

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[The dream's setting is dark, bleak, and overall is one of a depressing nature. The sky overhead is black with dark heavy clouds blocking out a great deal of light from reaching the ruins beneath them. A once proud city brought down to its metaphorical knees, ripped asunder for its crimes and torn even further apart due to more than one fight between inhuman forces within its wreckage.

It's largely deserted and abandoned, anyone who enters does so at their own risk. Those specified dangers not fabricated to keep people out of it, can kill a person if they're not careful. Yet there is one person moving among the twisted mass of metal, concrete and broken glass. For this brief time, he's discarded his white suits as well the remainder of his companions. He's in a black turtleneck, black jeans, black boots and fingerless gloves complete the ensemble.

His movements are cautious, but more because he's seeking something rather than trying to avoid endangering himself amid the wreckage. Occasionally he pauses to pull against some of the wreckage to look beneath it, or to create a space through which he can proceed through. Finally he seems to reach the largest mass of wreckage within the city, and considers the large opening, resting before him like some massive maw of a beast waiting to be fed.

It takes him a moment to visibly gather up the courage to plunge into that hole, blue eyes briefly glancing up to a half hidden moon before he turns and enters the hole, determination written upon his face and in the set of his black clad shoulders. Before he vanishes entirely into the dark, the moonlight glints off the metal of a shotgun strapped to the young man's back, along with the sight of another smaller gun resting against his side. He's ready for nearly anything he might encounter in the dark and he's bound and determined not to leave it until he's found what he's come there for.]


[ooc: guess who finally exhausted himself waiting for news? Yep, Rufus is sound asleep and currently dreaming of heading into Midgar to rescue Tseng.]

Comments

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[He pauses at the question and at the command, he eyes her with distrust, mixed with wariness.]

How do you know where it is I'm going? I haven't even told you why I'm here or what I may be looking for.

[drinkandforget]

[What fools mortals be, to greet the simplest things with such complications.]

Every mortal is on a journey. You want to be somewhere.

[whitesuited]

From your words, I take it you are not mortal?

[He's had bad experiences with things that weren't human so you'll have to excuse his distrust and stubborn caution.]

How do you know where I need to go when I don't even know where that is right now?

[All he has to go on currently is the fact the man he seeks is somewhere beneath this wreck of a city. He has no idea unfortunately, just where beneath he might be found.]

[drinkandforget]

Men never know where they're bound. However, as the ferryman, I do.

[whitesuited]

The ferryman hm? And just how are you graced with this knowledge?

[Trusting complete, inhuman strangers is not very high on his list. Especially when they claim to be all-knowing.]

[drinkandforget]

[She's already said it: there was always only one possibility. She can be patient; after all, the end is always already assured. If he wishes to run himself ragged with needless effort for nothing, she also won't raise a hand to stop him.]

Will you find where you're going on your own?

[whitesuited]

[He's nothing if not stubborn and determined when he's got his mind set on something. Even in dreams.]

Eventually. Even if I must tear this place asunder, I will find what I'm seeking.

[drinkandforget]

How determined. Yet you shun what could bring you there. In the end, mortals fail themselves.

[whitesuited]

All I have is your word you can bring me there, you give me no evidence that you truly know what I'm searching for, or even how you manage to know it. You'll have to forgive me if I'm not inclined to trust complete strangers who give me nothing but condescending airs of superiority with nothing to back up their words.

[drinkandforget]

[A mist starts to shroud the boat as Lethe makes ready to go. It's rare for her to offer any hand at all, and she doesn't seem particularly invested in the offer being accepted. He can suffer in his own fate.

He is also not the one she must stop at any cost. She can leave him.]

We'll meet again later.

[whitesuited]

[He's more than content to let her go her own way, even though he's been learning how to humble himself and accept aid; that stubborn streak of doing things himself is still there to rear its ugly head at times. This now of all times, is once such time.]

If you say so. Now if you'll excuse me, I've business elsewhere.

[Meaning down under the ground of his wreck of a city, a wild goose chase in the vain attempt to deny reality.]