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01 December 2008 @ 08:11 pm
 
The earth is women.

Woman?

She chants and dances, and I can feel the vibrations through her body. Through the planet. Even in the air.

Like life. Renewal. Birth. Seduction.

And death.
 
 
 
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on December 2nd, 2008 04:27 am (UTC)
At first it sounds like the wind, whistling through the ship.

But that couldn't be right. The Highwind was better than that. Cid had never had a problem with the integrity of his room.

He looks up, curiously, from his writing, eyes roaming the room as he sought to feel the path of the breeze. He couldn't feel it.

Then it came again. The wind. He frowns, setting the journal and his scribbling aside and sitting up on the bed, straining to listen, to find the direction. There was none. It died down, and he waited, listened.

It rose up again, and this time, he heard something in the wind. Music. Singing? Not quite. He closes his eyes, frown intensifying. The sound was coaxing, pulling at him to follow as it faded away.

He drew his legs up onto the bed, kneeling facing the corner of the room at the head of the bed, hands braced on the walls like he had to hold them up. He hangs his head and waits, listening.

It rises again, and this time, he can hear it, with something like fear seizing up his heart in his chest. A voice. A voice in the wind. Many voices as one, rising up, intonations, vocalizing, chanting - singing. Woman. Women.

He leans in closer, pressing his cheek to the wall. The voice recedes. He waits, eyes closed, for the voices.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on December 2nd, 2008 04:31 am (UTC)











"What the hell're ye doin'?" Cid asks, baffled, uncertain, by the doorway.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on December 2nd, 2008 04:38 am (UTC)
Vincent doesn't so much as startle, face creased in concentration. "Ssshhh," he hisses.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on December 2nd, 2008 04:41 am (UTC)
Surprised, Cid shuts up. He stands there for a moment, waiting, still. When nothing happens, he moves as quietly as he can to the head of the bed, to both get a better look at Vincent, and to try and hear what he was hearing.

Finally he has to ask. "What're we listenin' for?" he whispers.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on December 2nd, 2008 04:47 am (UTC)
"The singing voices in the wind," he whispers reverently.

He tenses, face relaxing as the voices swelled and rose up once more, gushing forth in a blossom of song. It made him think of life itself.

Unnoticed, the skeletal claw of his forefinger taps out a slow, eerie melody, lips moving in silent mimicry of their voices.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on December 2nd, 2008 04:49 am (UTC)
Cid can hear nothing but Vincent's tapping finger and the ghost sound of his moving lips. His face creases in pain, concern, worry.



".... Vincent, I don't hear anythin'."
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on December 2nd, 2008 04:54 am (UTC)
Vincent slowly opens his eyes, focus still half on listening.

"Can't you? The voices of the earth? I can hear them. Singing."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on December 2nd, 2008 04:57 am (UTC)
Cid swallows, his expression breaking, sad, scared. Vincent was losing it again.

"I can't hear anythin', Vince," he says, voice hoarse and thick with emotion.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on December 2nd, 2008 05:00 am (UTC)
Vincent frowns, but doesn't look too concerned.

"It's not that. Not me. Not them. It's her. The planet. Calling out to those who carry her inside them. She's wailing, like she's in mourning. I don't know why."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on December 2nd, 2008 05:08 am (UTC)
Cid hesitates. It wouldn't be the first time he or someone he knew had hear the earth cry out. Memories from a couple years come back to him, the old team, old wars. And Vincent had always been strange, always kind of... half living between this world and another. But this was happening too soon, too soon after Vincent's recent mental breakdown. Could he trust it....?

Cid sighs, sitting down on the bed. "What do ye think it means?"
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on December 2nd, 2008 05:15 am (UTC)
"I don't know." After another long minute, Vincent reluctantly draws away from the wall, and takes a seat beside Cid. "I can only hear them. I don't know what they mean yet, exactly. I can't hear them so well, now; I think they're retreating."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on December 2nd, 2008 05:17 am (UTC)
Cid nods. He takes out a cigarette, rolling it over and over between his fingers.

"How long've ye been hearin' 'em now?"
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on December 2nd, 2008 05:22 am (UTC)
"I've felt... something, for a while now. Like vibrations. And then I heard the wind, today, and I listened. And I heard them in it. It feels ominous, even if it doesn't sound that way."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on December 2nd, 2008 05:25 am (UTC)
Cid thinks about it. "... Do you think this has anything to do with Cloud?"
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on December 2nd, 2008 05:28 am (UTC)
Vincent cants his head, considering. "Directly? I don't know. But he's involved. More than I am. I can feel a connection I can't describe. Not very powerful, but solid. Firm."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on December 2nd, 2008 05:34 am (UTC)
Cid puts the cigarette in his mouth, but doesn't light it.

"This gonna be causin' more goddamn disappearin' acts on yer part?"
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on December 2nd, 2008 05:39 am (UTC)
Vincent looks back to Cid, simply staring at him for a heartbeat.



















"I'm not crazy."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on December 2nd, 2008 05:48 am (UTC)
Cid looks back at Vincent, working the fag in his mouth.

"Just try an' give me better warnin' before ye head off, if ye need te head off again, alright? And try an' stay fuckin' contactable when ye do."
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on December 2nd, 2008 05:50 am (UTC)
Vincent slowly shakes his head, shaggy hair swaying.

"No. I must stay. I need to stay. This is my place."
Cid: mesmokin_highwind on December 2nd, 2008 05:53 am (UTC)
"Okay," Cid says, easing a little. He smiles and puts his arm around Vincent's shoulders. "Let's get somethin' te eat, eh?"
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on December 2nd, 2008 05:54 am (UTC)
Vincent glances at the wall again, uncertain, wary of leaving it.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on December 2nd, 2008 06:02 am (UTC)
Cid notices.


"... I can bring us some food back here if ye' prefer it," he suggests, an act of good will. Of faith.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on December 2nd, 2008 06:10 am (UTC)
His eyes still on the wall, he slowly shakes his head.

"No. Staying here will do nothing. I'll go with you."

He turns his eyes back to Cid, meeting his blue eyes evenly, placidly.
Cid: mesmokin_highwind on December 2nd, 2008 06:15 am (UTC)
Cid reads the trust in Vincent's eyes. He wasn't crazy.

Cid smiles. "That singin' changes, ye let me know ASAP. We'll investigate it. Can't have another Meteor on our goddamn hands, can we?"
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on December 2nd, 2008 06:20 am (UTC)
Vincent shakes his head, taking it seriously.

He looks down at his hands in his lap.

"... I'm sorry, to have worried you."
Cid: mesmokin_highwind on December 2nd, 2008 06:22 am (UTC)
Cid puts his hand in Vincent's.

"Stop goddamn apologisin'," he says with a friendly nudge.

When Cid pulls his hand back, there's a plastic lighting in Vincent's palm.

"Light me up?"
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on December 2nd, 2008 06:43 am (UTC)
Vincent looks down at the lighter, and back up to Cid. He turns to face him, inching closer, and leans in. He gives the lighter his magic three clicks and the flame flickers to life at the end of Cid's cigarette.
Cid: mesmokin_highwind on December 2nd, 2008 06:48 am (UTC)
Cid lights his fag, smiling around the filter, and pulls back. He ruffles Vincent's hair affectionately.

"Come on." He gets up.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on December 2nd, 2008 06:53 am (UTC)
Vincent absently pockets the lighter, and stands after Cid. He grabs up his cape, shutting his journal, and walks close behind his captain, some unnamed feeling inside him not letting him leave his side.