1) Ready, Aim... [Aerith is a menace. And because she is a menace she actually enjoyed being flung all over the place and ending up in strange places! It was almost expected! Anyone shocked when she stepped out of a closet or some strangers bathroom, or popped in when they were in the middle of cooking dinner or even in the hot springs, should they really be surprised?
She always greeted them happily enough, with laughter and smiles.]
Heya! I'm Aerith! Don't mind me, just passing through. Teleports are so unreliable these days!
2) Here Comes the Thought
[This place was different. There was a hushed feel about the place, and Aerith was quiet as she stepped down through the tunnel, a hand on the rope to guide her way.
There was a stone that was said to tell what element they were attuned to and she was curious. How could she not be? Being the last of the Cetra, it was a question that did make her wonder just how magic she was naturally.
Except when she found the stone it wasn't what she expected at all... Touching it didn't tell her what she wanted to know.
The dark of the room was suddenly lit by the stone and images were splashed all across the walls. Aerith took them in... and a hand raised up to her throat, the other to cover her mouth. On one wall was a cut-away image of a train car full of boxes. Inside one of those boxes, huddled together, was a small child and an adult woman. It was like a picture caught in time, shifting for a few moments of action but returning, caught in a loop.
The next wall had those same people running, climbing a chain-link fence to get away from the people chasing them. The child looked so lost and confused. The woman looked like she was hanging on by a thread...
The third wall was a train station...
The woman was on the ground, the child calling out to the people around her and not a soul would pay them attention. The people were just shadows without faces, her memory refusing to paint them in, which made the picture all the more horrifying. The only bright spot was from the little girl and her mother.
Aerith closed her eyes tight.
She didn't want to turn around and look at the final wall...
3) Fly High
This is amazing!!
[She'd eagerly taken one of those backpacks. Immediately making the wings come out and flap. They were beautiful and she had to laugh as she jumped into the air and made them flap harder to keep her aloft.
It took her a minute or two to get a handle on them. But soon she decided to hell with it! And she ran for the edge of the platform and threw herself fearlessly off it's edge and into the sky.
For a moment she dropped.
But her wings caught the updraft and soon she was soring, wings flapping and taking her higher. The sound of her laughter rang through the clouds.]
I want to keep these!
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Aerith Gainsborough | Final Fantasy 7: Remake | OTA
[Aerith is a menace. And because she is a menace she actually enjoyed being flung all over the place and ending up in strange places! It was almost expected! Anyone shocked when she stepped out of a closet or some strangers bathroom, or popped in when they were in the middle of cooking dinner or even in the hot springs, should they really be surprised?
She always greeted them happily enough, with laughter and smiles.]
Heya! I'm Aerith! Don't mind me, just passing through. Teleports are so unreliable these days!
2) Here Comes the Thought
[This place was different. There was a hushed feel about the place, and Aerith was quiet as she stepped down through the tunnel, a hand on the rope to guide her way.
There was a stone that was said to tell what element they were attuned to and she was curious. How could she not be? Being the last of the Cetra, it was a question that did make her wonder just how magic she was naturally.
Except when she found the stone it wasn't what she expected at all... Touching it didn't tell her what she wanted to know.
The dark of the room was suddenly lit by the stone and images were splashed all across the walls. Aerith took them in... and a hand raised up to her throat, the other to cover her mouth. On one wall was a cut-away image of a train car full of boxes. Inside one of those boxes, huddled together, was a small child and an adult woman. It was like a picture caught in time, shifting for a few moments of action but returning, caught in a loop.
The next wall had those same people running, climbing a chain-link fence to get away from the people chasing them. The child looked so lost and confused. The woman looked like she was hanging on by a thread...
The third wall was a train station...
The woman was on the ground, the child calling out to the people around her and not a soul would pay them attention. The people were just shadows without faces, her memory refusing to paint them in, which made the picture all the more horrifying. The only bright spot was from the little girl and her mother.
Aerith closed her eyes tight.
She didn't want to turn around and look at the final wall...
3) Fly High
This is amazing!!
[She'd eagerly taken one of those backpacks. Immediately making the wings come out and flap. They were beautiful and she had to laugh as she jumped into the air and made them flap harder to keep her aloft.
It took her a minute or two to get a handle on them. But soon she decided to hell with it! And she ran for the edge of the platform and threw herself fearlessly off it's edge and into the sky.
For a moment she dropped.
But her wings caught the updraft and soon she was soring, wings flapping and taking her higher. The sound of her laughter rang through the clouds.]
I want to keep these!
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