Orchard: [It was almost harvest time. The dumbapples were almost ripe enough.
Angeal reached up to one of the many trees growing within the several acres of land surrounding Angeal's farm house just outside of the town. The land here was perfect. And he had been here for many years already.
For the most part he had kept to himself. Living a quiet kind of life growing his apples in contentment and selling them in town. It was an easy life. But a lonely one... Sometimes he would daydream, like he was right then as he reached up to examine one of the apples. He would imagine what it would be like to fall back into the dream of old. To see his friends. His family...]
You're a silly old man. The past can't be changed.
[He sighed to himself, huffed a low laugh and left the apples to return home...]
Williamsburg: [It was only a few weeks later when Angeal is in town to sell some of his dumbapples to various stores that make use of them in drinks and food. He doesn't always ask questions, he's just happy that there are people who will buy the fruit he spends so much time and energy growing.
So there he is, wandering down main street after having sold his stock, but saving an apple for himself. One he took a big bite out of before stopping to peer into the window of a store settling knickknacks and antiques. Fancy little boxes, tea sets and...
And Angeal frowns.]
Impossible...
[There is no way... that couldn't be his Buster Sword, could it?]
The Nowhere Inn: Evening, Bert.
[Angeal nods to the owner of The Nowhere Inn, a kind man, if he is built like a tank. Always smiling. Always laughing. He was a good guy and usually a good bartender. Drinks the man hadn't made himself were usually safest.
But sometimes Angeal felt adventurous.
So he smiled and ordered a drink at random and, once it was made and handed to him, he carried it to a table and sat down to relax. The pale drink had a strong mint smell and had a cooling, refreshing effect on Angeal when he took a sip. His brows rose.]
Not bad. Barely tastes like toothpaste.
Down The Rabbit Hole: ...
[This was one of the reasons Angeal stayed away from the town.
While he wasn't entirely immune living outside of Williamsburg, strange things happened less there. It was just the beasts you had to worry about...
The town had a habit of the bizarre. Today seemed to be a bizarre one.]
I need to get out of here...
[But how? Where? The ground was moving, the buildings twisting in on themselves, wrapping upwards to cover the sky and close in on him. So he started moving, hurrying forward... And then he hears footsteps ahead. He curses softly under his breath and immediately changed direction to go to where he heard the sound.]
Hello? Is anyone there? Where are you?
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Angeal Hewley | Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core
[It was almost harvest time. The dumbapples were almost ripe enough.
Angeal reached up to one of the many trees growing within the several acres of land surrounding Angeal's farm house just outside of the town. The land here was perfect. And he had been here for many years already.
For the most part he had kept to himself. Living a quiet kind of life growing his apples in contentment and selling them in town. It was an easy life. But a lonely one... Sometimes he would daydream, like he was right then as he reached up to examine one of the apples. He would imagine what it would be like to fall back into the dream of old. To see his friends. His family...]
You're a silly old man. The past can't be changed.
[He sighed to himself, huffed a low laugh and left the apples to return home...]
Williamsburg:
[It was only a few weeks later when Angeal is in town to sell some of his dumbapples to various stores that make use of them in drinks and food. He doesn't always ask questions, he's just happy that there are people who will buy the fruit he spends so much time and energy growing.
So there he is, wandering down main street after having sold his stock, but saving an apple for himself. One he took a big bite out of before stopping to peer into the window of a store settling knickknacks and antiques. Fancy little boxes, tea sets and...
And Angeal frowns.]
Impossible...
[There is no way... that couldn't be his Buster Sword, could it?]
The Nowhere Inn:
Evening, Bert.
[Angeal nods to the owner of The Nowhere Inn, a kind man, if he is built like a tank. Always smiling. Always laughing. He was a good guy and usually a good bartender. Drinks the man hadn't made himself were usually safest.
But sometimes Angeal felt adventurous.
So he smiled and ordered a drink at random and, once it was made and handed to him, he carried it to a table and sat down to relax. The pale drink had a strong mint smell and had a cooling, refreshing effect on Angeal when he took a sip. His brows rose.]
Not bad. Barely tastes like toothpaste.
Down The Rabbit Hole:
...
[This was one of the reasons Angeal stayed away from the town.
While he wasn't entirely immune living outside of Williamsburg, strange things happened less there. It was just the beasts you had to worry about...
The town had a habit of the bizarre. Today seemed to be a bizarre one.]
I need to get out of here...
[But how? Where? The ground was moving, the buildings twisting in on themselves, wrapping upwards to cover the sky and close in on him. So he started moving, hurrying forward... And then he hears footsteps ahead. He curses softly under his breath and immediately changed direction to go to where he heard the sound.]
Hello? Is anyone there? Where are you?
Wildcard:
[Have another idea? Throw me a PM or start something off and I'll follow along. Alternatively, you can contact me via: