Breaking Frozen Things(Open/Zidane)

[Vincent Valentine]

(Don't question it Matt)

Vincent had been walking around admiring the view of the woods. He had been relatively peaceful so far. This place made him think but sometimes thinking wasn't what he needed to do. He wondered what it would feel like to break something here. He lifted his gun, aiming it at a tree branch nearby. The gun's retort echoed through the forest as the tree limb shattered. It continued to have a jagged, rugged beauty but it was different than before. The beauty before was graceful, this one was quite rough and different. His mouth formed the shadow of a smile, a slight raising of the corners of his mouth. It wasn't much but it was a hint of emotion. He holstered his gun, it was good to release emotion occasionally but you couldn't always have it out there.

Vincent moved towards a tree, sliding down against it. He brought one of his knees up towards his chest while the other stayed out. He stared out into the distance, he imagined that he could perhaps see the Lake Macalania from here. He let the faint smile fade, wondering what might be happening elsewhere in the world. He wasn't very active politically or in very many other ways, usually keeping to himself. Occasionally he acted as the unofficial protector of whatever place he was in but there wasn't really much of a need here. Macalania would be fine, no matter what intruders did or what he did to protect it, it would continue to exist.

[Zidane Tribal]

((Sorry it took so long, I quite literally forgot about this thread. :\ ))

He was freezing his tail off.

Zidane held himself, his arms crossed on his chest as he tried desperately to keep the heat in, however his attempts were futile. The heat was still managing to escape and he was quite cold. He could see his breath! Zidane didn’t like being able to see his breath. Why was he there? He couldn’t even remember, the frost was getting to his mind now, slowing his thinking. What a peculiar situation to be in and not remember why you’re in it. Zidane decided he was going to keep a journal so that, when this happened, he’d be able to remember why he was there.

A bang echoed throughout the woods. Zidane’s immediately reaction had him dive behind a tree for cover, his tail flicking back and forth quite visibly and would give him away in any other case. But the gunshot wasn’t toward him or for him, it seemed. A few birds cawed angrily and flew away, but for the most part the forest kept its peace. What had that gunshot been? Zidane sighed, his own curiosity foolishly getting to him. He tucked his hands under his arms so that they crossed once more and trudged on toward the noise.

His normally silent footsteps crunched loudly against the perma-frost on the ground. Moving silently in a forest wasn’t about not making noises. It was about disguising your noise, using other noises to hide it and so forth. Zidane wasn’t trying any of this; he was too cold. Crunch, crunch, crunch, he continued on toward the source of the noise. Why was he being so foolish? Somebody may need help. That was why. Gunshots usually meant someone was either attacking or being attacked, and in either case there would be a second party, and one of the two would need help.

What would Zidane do against a gun?

He shrugged the thought off, his tail flicking back and forth to keep itself from freezing. He emerged from the brush, through a bush, to find a peculiar red-cloaked man sitting at the base of a tree. How odd. Was he the one who fire the gun? What had he been shooting at? He didn’t have a kill or any wounds, but rather just sat there brooding. Zidane sighed. They were always brooding. ”Hey, what’re you doing all the way out here? It’s f-f-f-freezing!” Zidane asked the man, emphasizing a fake shiver to cause him to stutter his ‘f’.

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[Vincent Valentine]

Vincent stared blankly at the tailed-man for a moment before figuring out that this wasn't a hallucination but rather some random, strange man. Interesting that he wasn't in a much warmer place. Vincent wrapped his cloak around himself as he stood, staring down at this smaller man. He spoke softly, "My name is Vincent." He continued to examined Zidane with his crimson eyes, quite calm and cold on the outside, nearly as much as Macalania itself. "I am out here because it's interesting and I can't stay around others often. There are problems that occur." He said, his voice still quite even though it was extremely cold outside. The flimsy cloak surely wouldn't keep him warm against it... would it?

Vincent moved closer, examining the other lithe man. "What about you? What is your story, your explanation, your answer?" He asked, beginning to walk slowly around the man. The golden tail of this man was quite interesting, he would have to remember to examine it more closely eventually. He ran his gauntleted glove through his hair as he arrived in front of the thief once more. "Isn't it beautiful though?" He asked, gesturing towards the area around them. There was still no passion, no fire in his voice. Perhaps he was still waiting for something.