1. Changes (Warning for feather pulling/plucking and light mutilation) It doesn’t get any better, after that first moment of arrival. The storm is putting strain on the garage windows. Tifa has the poor luck of being close to the glass as it shatters, sending rainwater and gusts of wind streaming in. She throws her arms up to block the sudden gust and hail of shards.
But she doesn’t get out unscathed.
“Was… Did a bird get hurt?” Tifa manages to say, because she’s certain something else came streaming through and sticking to her skin, in the form of feathers. Which are now sticking to her skin. Tifa frowns, before trying to brush and then pull the feathers free… And getting rewarded with a sharp, painful sensation.
Tifa winces as her feathers part with a spatter of blood. The rain washes the worst of it away… But it becomes very clear that the feathers aren’t incidentally draped across her skin; they’re anchored in place.
“…What?”
She just manages to whisper that out.
“What… Is this?”
2. Weather The weather gets worse. So do the changes trying to anchor onto Tifa; she’s gone from sporting a few scattered feathers to long primaries anchored to arms, and growing from the sides of her head. The hint of talons slowly sprout from her fingers. But while her eyes are wide open and a scared look keeps trying to anchor itself on her face… She’s got a lot more to worry about.
The birds in the sky aren’t taking kindly to her changes. An absolutely massive, black feathered monstrosity of a Zu is angling down from the storm clouds. It’s swooping towards her, beak gaping open, while Tifa braces against the wind and the onslaught. She doesn’t look like she’s going to run. It also looks like she could use some help against something that big.
3. Hubcap Bar The storm slowly dissipates… And with it, so do several of her transformations. It gives Tifa time to breathe, and shiver as she takes stock of what happened to her. It makes her realize she needs a plan. With so much in the way of upsets and changes… There’s really one thing Tifa can do.
And that is deliberately making her way towards the Convoy, eyes fixed on the second collection of truck cars. An improvised bag (mostly made out of a tacky truck stop souvenir t-shirt) is slung under her arm, with a few glass bottles clinking away… And one salt shaker. Drink is clearly swirling around in the bottles, though Tifa’s main goal is to put those glasses in storage.
“I… Noticed there was a bar inside there? No one seems to be doing much with it, so I was thinking,” she says to anyone close by. “I can make a drink, if anyone needs it.”
4. Wild Card ((Wild card me! Also will do my best to match brackets or prose!))
Tifa | Final Fantasy VII Rebirth | New Character
It doesn’t get any better, after that first moment of arrival. The storm is putting strain on the garage windows. Tifa has the poor luck of being close to the glass as it shatters, sending rainwater and gusts of wind streaming in. She throws her arms up to block the sudden gust and hail of shards.
But she doesn’t get out unscathed.
“Was… Did a bird get hurt?” Tifa manages to say, because she’s certain something else came streaming through and sticking to her skin, in the form of feathers. Which are now sticking to her skin. Tifa frowns, before trying to brush and then pull the feathers free… And getting rewarded with a sharp, painful sensation.
Tifa winces as her feathers part with a spatter of blood. The rain washes the worst of it away… But it becomes very clear that the feathers aren’t incidentally draped across her skin; they’re anchored in place.
“…What?”
She just manages to whisper that out.
“What… Is this?”
2. Weather
The weather gets worse. So do the changes trying to anchor onto Tifa; she’s gone from sporting a few scattered feathers to long primaries anchored to arms, and growing from the sides of her head. The hint of talons slowly sprout from her fingers. But while her eyes are wide open and a scared look keeps trying to anchor itself on her face… She’s got a lot more to worry about.
The birds in the sky aren’t taking kindly to her changes. An absolutely massive, black feathered monstrosity of a Zu is angling down from the storm clouds. It’s swooping towards her, beak gaping open, while Tifa braces against the wind and the onslaught. She doesn’t look like she’s going to run. It also looks like she could use some help against something that big.
3. Hubcap Bar
The storm slowly dissipates… And with it, so do several of her transformations. It gives Tifa time to breathe, and shiver as she takes stock of what happened to her. It makes her realize she needs a plan. With so much in the way of upsets and changes… There’s really one thing Tifa can do.
And that is deliberately making her way towards the Convoy, eyes fixed on the second collection of truck cars. An improvised bag (mostly made out of a tacky truck stop souvenir t-shirt) is slung under her arm, with a few glass bottles clinking away… And one salt shaker. Drink is clearly swirling around in the bottles, though Tifa’s main goal is to put those glasses in storage.
“I… Noticed there was a bar inside there? No one seems to be doing much with it, so I was thinking,” she says to anyone close by. “I can make a drink, if anyone needs it.”
4. Wild Card
((Wild card me! Also will do my best to match brackets or prose!))