SIMBA VAVRA. (urbeth) wrote in missions, @ 2012-10-01 23:34:00 |
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He had been having a sex dream. There was no way around it, no point in sugar coating the fact that before the moment he found himself in boundryless land of sand and sky, he had been playing strip triple triad with the lead singer from the Moombamog Dolls, and he had just played his last card, and lost.
He wasn't in the dreamwarped version of his bedroom back at Luca Garden, but now stood on sand dune that seemed as tall as a mountain. Below was another battle, fierce warriors in blue silks and armed with spears, bows, arrows, all of which bounced off The Warrior as if his colorless arms were made of steel. Tens of thousands against one, crashing against him and cresting, waves of blue that settled into a sea of scarlet.
Venka felt something bump into him. Startled, he turned, and let out the closest thing to a shriek that his low voice could manage: In nipple pasties, assless chaps and a pink glitter and sequined cowboy hat stood Yuffie Kisaragi, and the two of them tried frantically to cover themselves and outcuss the other.
A booming laugh filled the air. Both Yuffie and Venka were compelled to turn, and for miles were dead bodies, surrounding The Warrior. Though the metalic taste of blood wafted to their noses, somehow, the air of the desert smelled of a hot and rowdy party, rather than death and fear.
"YUFFIE KISARAGI!" The Warrior boomed, and beside him, Venka heard the girl squeak. In all honesty, had The Warrior called his own name in such a voice, he might have pissed him self, just a bit. Even so, there was a sound of near-hysterical joy in his voice, a wild, crazed happiness: A good mood, but not one to be tested in any way. "White Rose of Wutai, you stole me once, don't do it again!"
"We are one." The three words came from Venka's mouth again, and The Warrior threw back his head and laughed, before disappearing into the air, cutting away this dream reality with a dagger, and slipping into the truly unknown. Venka and Yuffie were left with an awkward few seconds together before Venka woke up sweaty in his bed, clutching a piece of bloodstained silk, dotted with a few flakes of glitter.