[ For Blaze, it’s only a matter of days. She’s right back where she left off, deep in the wilderness with her thoughts and her chocobo for company, sleeping under the stars as she turns the events of the past few weeks over in her head. More often than not, she fishes the little orb out of her pack, her wish still unspent, looking at the night sky play over its surface.
She hadn’t gone to the island for personal gain, or even for love, but now that she’s back home again, it feels like something is missing. Blaze wouldn’t call herself wholly satisfied with her match - she and Rufus got along well enough, but there was plenty they butted heads over as well, his disregard for the common folk chief among them, and yet something in her nags at her, tells her to seek him out. To go.
And, well, Blaze has never been one to turn down a new adventure.
So, she pulls the funny little magitek device out of her pocket and calls for the boat. (She doesn’t question just how it’s able to get up the river like that - stranger things have happened.)
Where she ends up is not a shining city full of bright lights and unfathomable technology and the name “Shinra” hanging over all. It’s a ruined wasteland. Something terrible and tragic has happened here, and for a second, Blaze’s heart catches in her throat as she wonders if she’s come too late.
It’s days more as he picks her way through the ruins, to the city built on the fringes of the devastation. The locals stare at her, and she can’t really blame them. Someone gifts her a cloak, dark fabric that she folds around herself to make her appearance a little less startling. She asks questions and she learns the terrible truth of what happened to this place, but most of all, she learns that Rufus Shinra is still alive. She takes odd jobs and barters her way out to the facility that he now calls home, and when she arrives, she’s stopped by men in suits and bombarded with questions of their own.
Though it all, she insists, though not unkindly, that she needs to see Rufus. She must.
And when he arrives, Blaze’s face breaks into a bright grin that falls just as quickly as it came when she finally gets a chance to look at him. He’s still the man she remembers, obviously, but he’s a pale shade of himself, leaning heavily on a cane for support and looking winded after a trip down the stairs. ]
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She hadn’t gone to the island for personal gain, or even for love, but now that she’s back home again, it feels like something is missing. Blaze wouldn’t call herself wholly satisfied with her match - she and Rufus got along well enough, but there was plenty they butted heads over as well, his disregard for the common folk chief among them, and yet something in her nags at her, tells her to seek him out. To go.
And, well, Blaze has never been one to turn down a new adventure.
So, she pulls the funny little magitek device out of her pocket and calls for the boat. (She doesn’t question just how it’s able to get up the river like that - stranger things have happened.)
Where she ends up is not a shining city full of bright lights and unfathomable technology and the name “Shinra” hanging over all. It’s a ruined wasteland. Something terrible and tragic has happened here, and for a second, Blaze’s heart catches in her throat as she wonders if she’s come too late.
It’s days more as he picks her way through the ruins, to the city built on the fringes of the devastation. The locals stare at her, and she can’t really blame them. Someone gifts her a cloak, dark fabric that she folds around herself to make her appearance a little less startling. She asks questions and she learns the terrible truth of what happened to this place, but most of all, she learns that Rufus Shinra is still alive. She takes odd jobs and barters her way out to the facility that he now calls home, and when she arrives, she’s stopped by men in suits and bombarded with questions of their own.
Though it all, she insists, though not unkindly, that she needs to see Rufus. She must.
And when he arrives, Blaze’s face breaks into a bright grin that falls just as quickly as it came when she finally gets a chance to look at him. He’s still the man she remembers, obviously, but he’s a pale shade of himself, leaning heavily on a cane for support and looking winded after a trip down the stairs. ]
Rufus! Oh, Rufus, what happened?