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Current mood:	sad
Current music:	Heather Dale, Crashing Down
Entry tags:	author: deepbluesquee, prompt: stranded

Door/Mudslide/Priorities?/Time/Wait
Title: Door
Characters: Zack, Sephiroth mentioned
Team: Avalanche
Word Count: 100



Zack pounded his fists against the door to the basement, slamming bruised flesh against steel and stone and barely feeling the pain. "Seph! Answer me already - come on, you can't just vanish and lock the door!"

Apparently the Silver General could and had. Zack rested his forehead against the door, dirty and running on desperate adrenaline; the sick feeling in his stomach told him that this was no simple whim, and Sephiroth wouldn't do this just because he was in a snit.

Something was very, very wrong, and Zack was trapped on the wrong side of the door.



Title: Mudslide
Characters: Sephiroth, Soldiers
Team: Avalanche
Word Count: 100

Pinned down. Barely half a platoon of Soldiers, pelted with magic and weaponry fire indestinguishable from the torrential rain without a Sense or fatal bad luck, their rabbit-scratch trench sliding back into the mud and he sixteen and only days into his first command. The Soldiers were all watching him, glazed and shocked and terrified men jammed into a collapsing trench in Wutai's monsoon season, trapped with no reinforcements on the way. His men were bleeding out or shell-shocked or on the verge of surrender, and he - he was the only surviving officer.

"G-General-?"

...What does he do now?



Title: Priorities?
Characters: Cid, Vincent and Cid's Plane
Team: Avalanche
Word Count: 100

"Well, this is just dandy," Cid growled as he surveyed the wreckage. Vincent, standing well back, couldn't help but note that he seemed more put-out by the wreck of his plane that he did over the fact that they were now stranded on an island scarcely bigger than a chocobo nest.

"Cid?" he asked, voice deceptively patient. "Do you have a backup radio?" Because there was markedly little cover and Vincent's nose was already peeling.

The pilot waved him off absently, glaring at the mess. "Yeah, yeah, got a PHS in my pocket. Would ya just look at the Bronco!"



Title: Time
Characters: Vincent, Marlene
Team: Avalanche
Word Count: 100
Author's Note: Set during AC, just to clarify.

Vincent held his cape out in invitation. It was a long road back to Edge and Tifa, and the sooner they started, the better.

"You don't have a phone?"

Vincent blinked in confusion - they were in the middle of a forest, where could you possibly find a payphone here?

...Oh. They had come a long way since open-line phones and military-only radios. Even Cloud's two-year-old, salvaged PHS had been a quarter of the size of those Vincent remembered as top-of-the-line.

In sharp, familiar pain he remembered he was an antiquated, dislocated monster, long since jarred out of his time.




Title: Wait
Characters: ?
Team: Avalanche
Word Count: 100

He drifted in the green hush and let the unaccustomed peace flow through and over him. No whispers, no barked orders or hissed commands; nothing hurt, and he gave in to the lack-of-pain and let it dull his senses into peaceful nothingness. It it felt as though something in him was coming loose and dissipating, and he almost let it take him but for one faint memory. It shivered with echoes of the past life he'd allowed the green current to wash away, but as he remembered he relaxed and waited for her to come and take him home.

Mother...?


Edit: Ack, missed a cut tag!