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melodiesoflife2016-11-20 08:28 pm
sesenta) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-11-20 08:28 pm
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Make Me Work a Little Bit Harder
WHO: Akane Kurashiki, Sephiroth
WHAT: Unwilling to completely give up her efforts to be a decent fighter on the battlefield, Akane returns to the training hall, even now that her teacher has gone. Then she meets Sephiroth. Things don't end as horribly as you might think.
WHEN: November 20th
WHERE: Aqures Ixen - Training Hall
Every muscle in Akane's arms was screaming. She leaned her rough, raw hands on her knees with her head tipped down, hair spilled over her shoulders as she struggled to catch her breath. Over and over she'd swung her staff at the training bag to build her upper body strength, as Squall had once recommended. It really hurt! However, she knew it was a hurt that could help her once she could rest and recover. She would need strong arms if she ever needed to take up a sword again.
And that was debatable. The Magitek Knight job had seemed so wonderful when she'd first asked for it from Cid, and she'd been a little excited at the thought of using it to get access to a giant robot warrior. But then...
...then...
Straightening, Akane dragged her sleeve across her brow to wipe away the sweat and left her staff on the floor. She was thirsty. Picking up her cup, she trudged toward the hallway to seek out the water cooler to refresh herself and take a quick break. Not only did her arms hurt, but her palms burned with the friction of holding the weapon in her hands. Maybe she should see about getting gloves.
Staring down at her red palms, she lifted her head too late to realize she was about to collide with someone else in the hall. She gasped and jumped back, hands flying up as the cup dropped from her fingers and skittered across the ground. An apology hung on her lips, but froze there immediately once she saw the face of the person standing before her. She knew this man. How could she possibly forget the person she'd tried to murder that dreadful night? She could still remember the splash of his hot blood spilling over her hands as she drove the knife into his gut.
"You...! I... I-I'm so...!"
Akane owed him a huge apology. He'd survived the attack, but the fact that she'd come at him with that kind of deception and malice, she was absolutely certain that he had every reason to hate her. Immediately she dropped, bowing deeply at the waist as her eyes squeezed shut. It didn't stop the tears from leaking out immediately.
"I am so, so sorry. I didn't want to hurt you...I really didn't..."
WHAT: Unwilling to completely give up her efforts to be a decent fighter on the battlefield, Akane returns to the training hall, even now that her teacher has gone. Then she meets Sephiroth. Things don't end as horribly as you might think.
WHEN: November 20th
WHERE: Aqures Ixen - Training Hall
Every muscle in Akane's arms was screaming. She leaned her rough, raw hands on her knees with her head tipped down, hair spilled over her shoulders as she struggled to catch her breath. Over and over she'd swung her staff at the training bag to build her upper body strength, as Squall had once recommended. It really hurt! However, she knew it was a hurt that could help her once she could rest and recover. She would need strong arms if she ever needed to take up a sword again.
And that was debatable. The Magitek Knight job had seemed so wonderful when she'd first asked for it from Cid, and she'd been a little excited at the thought of using it to get access to a giant robot warrior. But then...
...then...
Straightening, Akane dragged her sleeve across her brow to wipe away the sweat and left her staff on the floor. She was thirsty. Picking up her cup, she trudged toward the hallway to seek out the water cooler to refresh herself and take a quick break. Not only did her arms hurt, but her palms burned with the friction of holding the weapon in her hands. Maybe she should see about getting gloves.
Staring down at her red palms, she lifted her head too late to realize she was about to collide with someone else in the hall. She gasped and jumped back, hands flying up as the cup dropped from her fingers and skittered across the ground. An apology hung on her lips, but froze there immediately once she saw the face of the person standing before her. She knew this man. How could she possibly forget the person she'd tried to murder that dreadful night? She could still remember the splash of his hot blood spilling over her hands as she drove the knife into his gut.
"You...! I... I-I'm so...!"
Akane owed him a huge apology. He'd survived the attack, but the fact that she'd come at him with that kind of deception and malice, she was absolutely certain that he had every reason to hate her. Immediately she dropped, bowing deeply at the waist as her eyes squeezed shut. It didn't stop the tears from leaking out immediately.
"I am so, so sorry. I didn't want to hurt you...I really didn't..."