Ability Beat Rush x 2 daily
Weapon Leather Gloves
“Halloween was originally believed to be a time when malicious spirits are at their peak power,” said the woman dressed in a tall, crooked hat and a velvet, deep violet cape sweeping around her except for the opening where she was revealed to be wearing a dark ruffled dress beneath.
He barked a laugh. Too bad that shit ain’t true right now.
Earlier that day, the cultural district (where his own, brand-spanking new house resided) was an uproar of enthusiasm about the evening celebration. He sensed both excitement and anxiety from the crowds as people gathered more items to help put together their costumes. There were also conflicting religious beliefs; men and women with grave, fearful and disgusted expressions. “Don’t encourage the devils”.
He received compliments about his appearance; from the mask to the “makeup”, and the hole in his abdomen.
“Dude, how’d you get that to be so realistic?! Hey Addy, look at this guy’s costume!"
"Fuck off, it’s not—"
“It’s probably a camera wired up through his pants.”
Since mid-October, he heard harmlessly mischievous explanations for children, to the dark origins behind the celebration. Initially, it seemed stupid and petty. There were no traditions where he came from, so he couldn’t be bothered to give a shit about the meaning.
Despite that, he was interested in one part of the celebration. Bonfires were apparently meant to represent sacrificial ceremonies, where humans and animals were burned. People were cursed if they chose not to sacrifice anyone. A bunch of bullshit, but since this celebration encouraged burning anything, he was eager.
He didn’t drag children or anyone in costume off the streets to add to the fire, but he did use motorized vehicles as fodder for their flammable gasoline and their far superior explosions. Just for kicks, he included an alley cat that had tried to scamper away at the terrifying noise, seized by the scruff of the neck and tossed yowling into the fire. Compared to the pile of crackling metal and trash, the animal burned away in a sickening sizzle. It was decided this one would be larger than the last. A crushed, rusted gas tank rolled into the pile next. When it made the next explosion, flames burst forth and shot up high above some small rooftops, lighting up the street and casting a fierce glow on nearby buildings. He dragged another car forward with more effort than would have been necessary before, and shoved it into the fire. Grinning savagely, he watched them eat away at the rubber, then the paint and metal.
Tifa witnessed the appalling sacrifice from afar while hastily wading through the throngs of masqueraded citizens in the hope she’d make it to her shift on time. The sudden burst of golds and ambers rising in her peripheral vision enticed her focus towards the newly ignited streets; the scorch of the bonfire propelling waves of heat she could feel against her skin even from a safe distance.
Initially, the beauty of the cavorting flames projecting a dash of bright colouring against an otherwise pitch dark scope had captivated the woman. That was until the ensuing barbarous scene unfolded, rendering her speechless with horror.
Watching the harmless feline’s brutal capture before its agonizing end in the roaring pit, she placed a partial blame on herself for not reacting quicker. She’d expected an influx of bad behaviour on Halloween night, but this wasn’t any out of control ‘tricks’, this was sheer, mindless cruelty in its rawest form.
Overcome by a rare fury, the brunette displayed no hesitation in marching promptly towards the sturdy looking male, balled fists resting firmly against the curve of her hips.
“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? A big tough guy like you throwing a defenceless creature into a fire! Go and pick on someone your own size!”
"What’s this about public humiliation?"
"Karaoke! It’s an old age ritual where someone goes up on stage in a room full of drunk people and sings along to a song of their choice with lyric prompts they can read off a screen…And it all has to be done in a clown suit.”
Name: Tifa Lockhart
Nickname(s): Tif (Teef)
Birthday: May 3rd 1987
Relationship Status: Questionable
Random fact: Affectionately nicknamed ‘boobs’ by Yuffie
Tumblr URL: fortunass
Birthday: 15th April
Relationship Status: Single
Random fact about you: I was named after George Lucas thanks to my father’s Star Wars obsession, he was disappointed to have to cut off the ‘s’ to make it a girlier sounding name.
The woman’s reply placed a look of interest on the general’s face. There was no doubt in his mind that this was the woman who forcefully sent those two out those old doors. It was quite impressive. Cross stuck a cigarette in his mouth, not lighting it, worrying he might set the old rickety bar alight, then placed his hands in his pockets.
"Oh, don’t worry, I’m not looking for trouble either. I was merely curious as to what would be behind those doors. I’m Cross Marian, by the way." He made a slight bow as he introduced himself, smiling politely, hands still in his pockets. "That was quite impressive, throwing them out yourself. I haven’t met many women like you." And it was true. The women that could do that mainly had the power of Innocence at their disposal, however. He’s never seen this woman anywhere in the Black Order, and he doubts that her name would ring a bell once she tells him. Then that meant that she didn’t rely on any sort of power to assist her but her own.
This city was just getting so much more interesting.
"If you require any sort of assistance, it would be my pleasure to help." And, it would also allow the red-headed exorcist to learn just a bit more about this strange city.
Curious as to what he’d find behind these doors? Giving the room a quick glance over, she hazarded a guess that this ‘Cross Marian’ was in all likelihood radically disappointed with his discovery! Dilapidated pillars struggling to hold up a thatched roof, circular wooden tables chipped to pieces from years of wear probably. Almost nothing could be redeemed from the tavern aside from its uniquely brewed wine - a personal recipe of the owner’s which attracted the majority of punters.
“Well then, Cross Marian” Raising both hands to chest height, palms facing upwards as though she were showcasing the surrounding area Tifa cast a semi puckish smile at the man and issued a small nod.
“Probably not quite what you were hoping to find, huh? Name’s Tifa Lockhart, it’s a pleasure.”
However, commenting on her strength had taken the brunette slightly aback, rousing a small hum of contemplation toward the statement. “Really? There’s a few more out there, believe me.” She was thankful that, despite her most destructive abilities being capped, enough natural skill remained to more or less defend herself. Even so, there were a number of women around Hive City that could wipe floor with just about anyone and use only a modicum of effort by comparison.
Once the offer of aid had been extended, the woman motioned towards the surplus of empty seats before retreating behind the bar where she proceeded to slide a wet glass across the counter along with a fresh towel. She wasn’t duped into assuming the extra assistance spurred from pure benevolence and acquiring another clean towel for herself, she began drying up the dripping flasks. Whatever toll was expected was bound to come up in conversation.
“So tell me, what can I do for you Cross?”
As if dying weren’t the worst thing on the planet, Cross found that merely walking around the city bored him. Of course, he fought some local gangsters that provoked him in sector oo3, but that honestly did not satisfy him as much as gambling and drinking his wine did. But hey, what’re you gonna do.
He did find the gambling district, but unfortunately did not have the current mood for his favorite (maybe second favorite) pastime. The general wanted to uncover more about his mysterious ‘death’ and why he was suddenly brought to this weird city. But alas, this red head has found nothing beneficial to his quest.
Just as he walked past a bar, two men flew out the wooden doors, landing effectively on their backs after an angry statement from a very angry-sounding female. They clearly looked confused, and obviously very drunk. Cross turned, staring at the two of them, cigarette in his mouth. Now this could be interesting. Smirking, he threw his tobacco down and ground it into the pavement with his shoe. He wanted to find out what this… charming woman is like, and how she could just easily throw out two men from the bar.
Stepping over the bewildered drunkards, he stepped inside. To his surprise, the bar looked much too old and broken beyond repair. Every step he took made the floor groan. Somehow, he wanted to groan himself. This place needed some serious renovations.
"Oh, pardon me. I was just curious about the woman who threw those idiots outside. It couldn’t be you, perhaps…?" If she wasn’t willing to talk, then he would just simply leave. It was doubtful he would wanna go through the same thing those two out there did.
Strange question, even if there was no detectable trace of threat in their voice, she couldn’t help but wonder why anyone would look into the incident any further – Tifa could pretty much guarantee that a lot worse was happening in sector 3’s seedy foyers right now. Unless they were some kind of late night warden maybe or worse…a criminal gang leader who’d just had two of his cronies thrashed by a woman!
Neither option was ideal, but Tifa had certain responsibilities to maintain if she wanted to keep her source of income which in some cases required a less passive approach. Slowly turning to focus her gaze on the intruder, she dipped another glass into the soapy water and continued to wipe her dishcloth around it.
“I might be, who wants to know?” Without offering any solid confirmation to the question, she spared a few seconds to properly assess the older man. Nothing stood out as obviously suspicious about his demeanour, on the contrary he appeared genuinely cordial, then again who could she really trust under these circumstances? Resting her hip against one of the sturdier stools she eventually tossed the cloth to one side, drying her fingertips against her apron before raking the digits through dark chocolate locks.
“Listen, I’m not looking for any trouble ok? I really am sorry if they were friends of yours but they were refusing to leave and official closing was over an hour ago, I didn’t have many options.”
“And don’t come back until you’ve learned some manners!”
A resonate thump ensued when long, wooden panels collided against precariously constructed stone slabs. In the doorway two collapsed, inebriated bodies lay strewn across the path, still staggered by what had transpired moments before. It was safe to say that neither of the rowdy brutes had expected the subtle brunette pulling pints behind the bar to be capable of tossing them out so effortlessly after their aggressive attempts to continue drinking well beyond opening hours.
Purging an exhausted sigh from her lips, Tifa returned indoors to complete the remaining chores of her night shift. Didn’t they employ bouncers for these kinds of incidents? The young woman was quite certain when she’d signed up there’d been no mention of her doubling up as security as well as waiting staff! Only too aware after having witnessed countless brawls night after night, that most of the punters who frequented the tavern would prove a lot more problematic to evict than the pair she’d just dealt with.
With a damp, booze sodden cloth in hand rubbing circular motions across the chipped counters, she hummed quietly to herself. Thoughts inevitably drawn towards comrades whose presence continued to be sorely missed, she could have almost neglected to hear the intruder who’d stepped in off the streets despite an obviously empty bar.
Fortunately, just about everything in this building was aged beyond renovation, and the floorboards croaked loudly in protest with the newly applied pressure of every step. Without so much as discerning glance, she continued to stash away the last of the empty glasses into a basin of warm water.
“I’m sorry, we’re closed – opening time is 8 tomorrow morning”