11 March 2011 @ 08:34 am
( Vanille appears over the Vine, sitting on a rock, looking up at the sky. After a moment she turns, expression thoughtful, resting her chin in one hand while the other plays absently with a pigtail. ) I've heard people talk about making things, out of ... magic dirt? ( She smiles sort of sheepishly, and shrugs. It sounds silly even to her. ) I thought maybe... someone could show me how? I want to try to make something, from home.

( Thinking of Oerba has put her in a pensive mood, and for a moment she lapses into silence, reaching down to pluck a blade of grass and twirl it between her fingers. After awhile of this, she realizes the Vine is still broadcasting, and hops to her feet, clapping her hands together. ) If anyone could help me, that would be great! I'd even make you something, to say thanks!

( She flops back down and looks at the mirror hopefully. )
 
 
[Tap tap tap. Piano keys again. It doesn't seem to have a specific tune to it this time, no pattern to decipher. The magic chocolates have worn off, and Tifa is left alone with her thoughts. She clears her throat, and takes a very long time to speak.]

Everyone, I...[Another pause here, and one can imagine her hands clenching and unclenching.] I have something to say.

There's a person here named Sephiroth. H--She's from my world, but from another time. I know...she seems helpful, even kind. But...

She's very dangerous. In my world, she's the reason everything was nearly destroyed. I know some of you don't know me, and a lot of you have no reason to believe me, but, the Sephiroth I know, well...it's only a matter of time. I'm worried. I don't know why the Queen brought her here, back from the dead. I don't know what she's planning. But I can't stay quiet about this. Sephiroth...[her voice sounds strained now, with anger or grief or both.] took everything from me, from my friends. I don't want what happened in my world to happen here. I would never wish what happened to me on anyone, and I don't...I'm not sure if this Sephiroth is the same, but I can't afford to take any chances either.

Please, everyone. Be careful. Stay on your guard.
 
 
11 March 2011 @ 10:33 pm
[At the ruins! Evening! A young vampire emerges quietly from the labyrinth, ignoring the sting of the setting sun. Compared to a week ago, she seems much more subdued - the fire has left her eyes.]

[Saying nothing and paying no attention to who might come across her path, she sets out on foot towards the mansion.]