Awww, really? That's not good. D8
I'm on their website now, and it says they'll be in NY doing two concerts in two days...
Wow, that really really stinks. Ok, guess I don't have to pick between Dorney and Philly anymore. I was gonna go to one or the other, but...
Why is it cancelled? They were supposed to be there with a ton of other groups as well. Are they all cancelled now?
It was canceled?! WHAT?!! I was really considering going to that!!! Monster is AMAZING. And Hero. And all their other stuff. lol.
Thanks, I hope so too. MMHMM!!! I'm listening to it off of youtube right now. xD
No, that's alright, I don't really feel like talking about it. It's too complicated anyway, and I'd have to type 60million paragraphs on it to...
It's ok. I'll feel better as soon as today is over. Aww, that stinks. Summer cold?
Yup, I'm on. =o Eh, I could be better. I've had a pretty bad day =(. How about you?
Hi there. =D
Thank you for the words of wisdom, I greatly appreciate it. I noticed that as I was going along with the rest of the fanfic (I'm several chapters ahead of this), and I knew something wasn't quite right with these first two. I guess that over-emphasis was my error. xD No worries though, I believe the first two chapters have the worst of that. I'm glad you took the time to read my story and endless ramblings. xP Oh, and note to everyone reading the fic: I am WAY ahead of my writing schedual. I was planning on dishing out a new chapter one time a week, but since I already have chapters 1-8 (and half of 9) written, I think I may pick up the pace and release two or three a week. That is, if you guys want me to. x3
[As promised, here's chapter 2 =D] Chapter Two: A Lost Dream “Tifa. Tifa, get up.†Tifa groggily opened her eyes at the voice. She had grown to recognize it over the past few months, and when she opened her eyes, she knew she was right about whom the voice belonged to. Trent. He was an elite fighter as well, and he had taken a liking to her. But she showed no interest, despite the fact that he was the kind of man she had always dreamed about. He was kind, sensitive, and very brave. However, Tifa didn’t allow herself to feel anything toward him. This was her journey, nobody else’s. She wasn’t about any fantasies or relationships hold her back. “What’s up?†Tifa propped herself up against the tree she had been sleeping under, next to a kneeling Trent. “We’re on the move.†“Already?†It was still the middle of the night. She was all for moving stealthily, but they had been travelling almost all of the previous day. How did their commander expect them to fight without sleep? “Yeah,†Trent confirmed, nodding his head. “We’re not going far. This is just a danger spot, and we need to find a safer place to stay the night.†The young man with spiky black hair started to get up, but then stopped halfway and offered Tifa a hand. “Come on.†Tifa stood without accepting his hand. And though she could tell he was disappointed, it didn’t matter. Making friendships out here was the most foolish choice anyone could make out here. With all this war and senseless fighting, loosing comrades was bound to happen. Better not to know them, or the stories they had. As selfish as it sounded, Tifa knew it was the best option. Or was it? Trent and Tifa walked together in the group, but silence hung in the air between them as they travelled. That is, until one moment a few hours into their walk. “What’s your story, Tifa?†Tifa was startled at the question, and she turned her head to look at Trent. He was looking at her, but that wasn’t a surprise. Trent knew he had to be bold with Tifa, and that’s exactly what he did. But gosh, why’d he have to ask about this? It’s not like Tifa went around telling this to everyone. Though the individuals that made up the group were all loners, Tifa was the worst of them all. Or was it the best? “You know I don’t like to talk about it,†Tifa stated tensely, surprised at her tone of voice. But...it was her story. Couldn’t Trent understand that? The girl noticed a difference in Trent, though she wasn’t quite sure what it was. Regret? Sorrow? Before the conversation could continue, a large light filled the skyline. What, an explosion? And it was about 20 yards in front of them! Tifa heard another explosion, and without looking, she knew it was about 20 yards behind them. They were being ambushed! “Tifa, run!†Trent ordered, putting a hand on her shoulder. His green eyes shone with concern. Tifa stayed still. She was a better fighter than Trent was, even if it was just by a little bit. She shook her head. No. She would never run from a fight. Dismay appeared in Trent’s eyes, but he didn’t argue it. He too knew that Tifa would never leave. A line of ninja-like soldiers appeared near the first explosion site, and out of the corner of her eye, Tifa saw the same thing occurring behind them. Her group lined up in two separate groups, one facing forward, the other facing the opposite direction. Tifa faced the latter way with Trent close to her side. There was no delay on either side of the confrontation. The second the Debks were ready, they charged toward the Yuraks, who were charging toward them as well. Tifa let out a battle cry as she reached her first opponent, her gloved fist knocking him right under the chin. Then her foot went into his stomach and she knocked the Jenova soldier back hard. To her pleasure, he collided with three other soldiers, injuring them as well. The battle went on like this for a while. A soldier would try to attack Tifa, but she simply defended herself then attacked with greater accuracy and strength. Despite the circumstances, the Debks were winning the battle! Or so she thought. At one point, Tifa found herself surrounded by ten Yurak ninjas. It was then that she looked around and noticed something very significant: very few of her squad remained. They were either killed or ran off. Only one other person remained with her, and that person was none other than Trent. He had a sword in his hand, and he was fighting his way through a group of Yuraks. Trying to get to her. Tifa felt a bit of relief, though that emotion was not long lived. Three charged at her at once, and though a surprisingly small number of the larger group, Tifa knew dispatching three of these elite soldiers would prove quite difficult. Still, she rose up to the challenge. The woman jumped into the air and kicked the first soldier under then chin, getting rid of him immediately. When she landed again, she ran her foot along the ground and swept the two soldiers’ feet out from underneath them. Without thought, she picked up two fallen swords and stabbed her fallen opponents in the hearts. When she looked up, the rest of the soldiers were looking at her in awe. A smirk appeared on her face. A cry entered her ears, and that smirk quickly vanished. Trent! Tifa turned around swiftly, and she saw him on his hands and knees, blood trailing from his lip. His arm and back were bloody as well. Tifa took this in, but more than anything, she noticed his face and expression. He was looking up at the two soldiers in front of him, anger and fear both apparent in his eyes. Tifa couldn’t stand to see that look in his eyes. She threw her sword in that direction and pierced on of the soldiers straight through the stomach. But before she could toss her other sword in that direction, the other seven charged at her. Blinking once in surprise, she charged forward in one direction, slashing through the first soldier that got in her way. She hardly noticed once the other ninjas were gone, her worry for Trent was so great. Once they were all vanquished, she turned around and saw him. Laying flat on his stomach, face buried in the ground. A sword sticking out of his back. The site terrified Tifa, and a scream left her lips without thought... “Trent!†she cried, bolting into an upright position. Tifa gasped hard and looked around, noticing the landscape. Of course, she wasn’t at the battlefield. She was in a woodsy area past Midgar, and she had fallen asleep there after getting off the bus along the outskirts of her old city. Tifa swallowed, her eyes wide as she brought a hand to her forehead. That day had occurred two months ago, and yet she was still having nightmares about it? Why? She didn’t love Trent...she didn’t even know him. But something about him reminded her of the past. Was he a guardian angel, sent by Aerith to watch out for her? Tifa scoffed at her own stupidity, forcing herself to her feet. No, that was a ridiculous idea. She didn’t need to be watched out for; she would have defeated those soldiers on her own. Trent got in the way. A tear ran down her cheek, and she wasn’t sure why. She forcefully wiped at the tear, and then started walking through the woods. If she kept moving, the thoughts wouldn’t haunt her. She could get away from it if she moved fast enough. But walking wasn’t good enough, not even close. She sped up to a jog, and then started to run. Running away again. But really, she never stopped running, did she? Loving someone in such a short time was impossible. And besides, she couldn’t love Trent. Why? ...She didn’t know why. It was a fact that she didn’t allow herself to feel anything toward others, but she had taken Trent’s loss hard anyway. Perhaps because Trent was a lot like Aerith. Sweet, gentle, and surprisingly good with magic. Tifa bit her lip, continuing to run. It didn’t matter now, did it? Aerith was in the past, and so was Trent. The past would continue to haunt her if she didn’t let go of it. But how did one let of the past? It was so much easier said than done. As she ran, she could almost hear her name in the wind. Tifa...Tifa... The voice was full of sorrow, but even more than that, the voice sounded like Aerith. Was she disappointed in Tifa for running so easily? Or leaving her friends heartbroken? Or was Aerith feeling pity that Tifa wasn’t as strong as she let on? Tifa ran faster, wanting to abandon that thought. Another tear trailed down her cheek, but she didn’t notice it or care. Tifa ran until she couldn’t run anymore, exhaustion taking a toll on her. She was almost completely through the wood now, and seeing the landscape in front of her, she could tell the sun was rising behind her. It was a new day. Another day to reflect on a past she didn’t want any part of. Just another typical day that would probably end in regret and sorrow. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered as long as she was a part of something meaningful. She pushed herself forward, exiting the woods and heading toward the Western Front. Trent wouldn’t want you to be a part of the war. The thought popped into her mind, surprising her. Who cares? she silently argued back. Trent didn’t matter. Alright, he was a friend. He had stuck by her even when she hadn’t wanted anyone to. But it was nothing more. Seriously, Tifa knew she didn’t love him. Not the way she loved Cloud. Tifa’s eyes widened at the thought, and she gasped audibly. How could she possibly still be thinking about Cloud?! He was a part of her past now, and the past didn’t matter. Tifa had forsaken all that was important to her, including Cloud, and all their other friends as well. Gosh, she would miss them so much if she let herself feel emotion. But...remembering the brightness of his eyes kept Tifa locked in her memories. He had always gazed at her with some mystery behind his eyes, some untold secret lurking behind them. And she had been alright with it. Though Cloud hardly shared anything with her, she felt honored when he did. It was at that those moments she knew how important she was to him. But then she had thrown it all away. It was my only choice, she told herself. It was a cop-out. She could have stayed if she had taken the time to think rationally. However, her whole life had been spent thinking logically. Why hold onto it if it wasn’t working for her? Why hold onto that lifestyle if it was bringing her pain? ...But I loved him, the thought drifted into Tifa’s mind, and tears started to flood her eyes as well. She left someone that she cared about deeply, as well as her closest friends. It was pure insanity. People would have killed for what she had, and yet she had willingly thrown it away. Maybe she was the fool after all. Was it too late to recover what she had lost? Yes, it was far too late. She had let it go, and now she was too prideful to go back and beg for her old life. And besides, other than her friends, she really didn’t have anything to go back to. A bartending job? Psh, what difference did that make? Supplying drunkards with the means to continue ruining their lives? That phase of her life was over. Now she had meaning again. The sun was fully risen now, behind her as she moved west. In half a day, she would be at the battlefield. The army was probably there, fighting against the Yuraks. She could still join in; she would get there in time. After all, this wasn’t going to be a quick battle. It was going to be a long, hard, and seemingly never-ending battle. But as long as she had a say in it, it would end. It had to. For she wasn’t fighting for herself, or even anyone back home. She was fighting for the innocent, and those who had purpose. They needed protection, and she was going to give them just that. First though, before she fought, she knew she needed more rest. After another hour of walking, she arrived at an abandoned chocobo farm. She laid herself down on what hay remained and promptly fell asleep, no dreams haunting her this time.
This would be a disaster. I know as a retired RPer how many people would take advantage of this just to get premmy. Are there some people who make decent posts in RPs and deserve post counts for them? Yes, I believe there are (I'd like to consider myself a part of that group ;D). However, you can't pick and chose people to get credits for their RPing. It's either everybody or nobody, and for the sake of the site, it'll have to be nobody. There are very few responsible to RP in a way that deserves post counts; the rest would take advantage of this. Wow, just thinking about this is startling. I'd have about 10,000 posts, I think. Probably more. xD Outragous.
Corrected, thank you. =D I'm doing good. Busy, but good. I've missed you too. D8 How are you? Aww Love, you're so sweet. Glad you were one of my first responders. Ah, I got it. Thankies. Haha, I actually meant five from five different people. I don't believe I count as a person. xD Nice try though.
Oh, well, better late than never. =D
Yeah, I know it was very sad that she had to run away again. But I have my reasons. xD Aww, thanks. I'm glad you've seen my improvement. =D Where's that? o.o I don't remember that part at all. Oh, I really don't know. It's just something random I came up with. xD I guess I was thinking Reb-ex or something like that.
That's cool though. I like hanging out with people who are older or younger than me. xD Yes, this is true...I did ask. xD Haha wow, I never...
That's too bad. Still, hope you have a nice time with 'em! Even if it does go by really really quick. Haha wow, okay then...0_o Aww, you're so...
Wow, you've been deprived. lol Be sure to listen to all their cds...they're absolutely amazing. Have Your Way- Britt Nicole
Well, I'm gonna have to come on to post my fanfic. ;D And since it's easy to be pulled into conversation like this, you probably will see me...
